<?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-8783720037053549836</id><updated>2012-02-16T20:01:53.645+08:00</updated><category term='snowflakes'/><category term='Zac Efron'/><category term='Emo'/><category term='mood'/><category term='bass agents'/><category term='raindrops'/><category term='Run'/><category term='sms'/><category term='relationship'/><category term='new record'/><category term='eventerior'/><category term='wedding'/><category term='sagittarius'/><category term='cambodia'/><category term='selfish'/><category term='events'/><category term='bookworm'/><category term='updates'/><category term='end of the year'/><category 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term='trip'/><category term='life'/><category term='wishlist'/><category term='phnom penh'/><category term='lui lui'/><category term='hairstyle'/><category term='advise'/><category term='functional training'/><category term='exercises'/><category term='Pushmore'/><category term='Press'/><category term='Squat'/><category term='movie critic'/><category term='suntan'/><category term='random thoughts'/><category term='fat loss product'/><category term='trifle'/><category term='scandal'/><category term='Michael Jackson'/><category term='paintball'/><category term='poyo'/><category term='fitness'/><title type='text'>El Dutchess en mí</title><subtitle type='html'>My best friends are fitness, sun, sea, sand and music</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>205</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783720037053549836.post-6906182487808738657</id><published>2011-08-28T20:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T20:08:01.892+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Wishlist</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The reason why I love writing diaries (last time) is that it always remind me what I have done and what I have not, and refreshed back&amp;nbsp;all the memories which I have forgotten ages ago. It was really a fun thing to do, coz you'll go "aahhh...so I did that back in year 1998" or "So&amp;nbsp;I had a fight with my then bff over some small matter" and so forth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I took out my so-called DREAM book&amp;nbsp;two nights ago, and I was kinda amazed while&amp;nbsp;flipping through all my "dreams" which I have planned all the way back in 2010.&amp;nbsp;Mixed feelings I'd say. Really remind me back again what I have not done and I have done. And guess what? 80% of the stuffs written in there are still in dream. Not yet accomplished. Sad huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2010 was the year that I've planned to Round The World (RTW). I have even planned from which place to stop at Europe, which cheap airline to take from Norway to Ibiza, which train to from&amp;nbsp;London to Paris and so forth. It was really fun planning all these and it got me motivated for some time. But I forgot to flip through my book for ages that I have forgotten about it, till 2 nights ago. It definitely still on except that now, I'm including Australia and maybe New Zealand in my list. We'll see. At the end of the day, it still goes down to dollar and cent. But I really, really, really hope that I will be able to do that before everything gets to late.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I dunno why, but since 2010, I have already planned to get motorbike license and plan to buy a superbike. It was already in my list. I have totally forgotten about this and funny thing is that, I thought about it again about a month ago. So when will I get a motor license and start riding a superbike? *grin*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The third in my list since years ago, not 2010, is to make sure that my mom lives happily, and that I can provide more than now to her. Be it emotionally, physically or financially. One thing about my mom is that, she is a very independent woman. She can just get things done without depending on anyone, and things get done perfectly. I'm not lying! It's true. And she's a very tough woman. Handling all 3 kids (luckily all girls. Not&amp;nbsp;naughty so it's not so bad lah hehehe....) mostly on her own. I mean, in terms of discipline part, she's the one handling it. My dad usually will rotan us at the "last" stage, if you know what I mean. hehehe....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Of course, the rest will be my career plans and also my fitness plans. The latest news about my fitness plan is that, I MIGHT wanna go and take Crossfit Cert Level 1 at Australia. (Taking advantage to see Oz at the same time :p) It's just a 2-day full course with tests and stuffs, and apparently, these are all it takes to be a Crossfit trainer. Ain't that a bit too easy?&amp;nbsp;I'm not saying that the content of the test is easy but&amp;nbsp;rather the duration. I dunno. I just need to do&amp;nbsp;more research on that and these 2-days course cost around AUS1000. I wonder if that qualifies me to work at Oz? Yeah. I got plans to work in Australia as well. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, wish me luck on my wishlist kay? :D Anyone wanna come backpacking with me are more than welcome!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783720037053549836-6906182487808738657?l=dutchess1204.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/feeds/6906182487808738657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783720037053549836&amp;postID=6906182487808738657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783720037053549836/posts/default/6906182487808738657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783720037053549836/posts/default/6906182487808738657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/2011/08/wishlist.html' title='Wishlist'/><author><name>FatLouie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15293288174854273805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/TULW_ABJbUI/AAAAAAAAA5c/E2qb69NQj0s/s220/pull%2Bup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783720037053549836.post-1485963269428665464</id><published>2011-08-04T12:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T12:38:07.867+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>Life as a Real Estate Agent - So it's not easy afterall</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Some of you should've known by now that I'm now a property agent a.k.a real estate negotiator. Before I joined in, I've asked few people about this industry and most of the responses were, "Oh, very good. Can really earn lotsa money!" This definitely boost my confidence and the more I talk to people, the more I am sure that I have chosen the right path.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, you definitely won't know it until you've done it on your own. Everything that I heard was just a surface of a much more complicated "issues". When I have decided to join the property industry, it was only then I realised that things are not as easy as it seems, especially on the financial part coz this is a pure commission-based income. It's like you are your own boss. Once you stop working, your income also stop working. Not a day goes by that I am not worried about my income. But on the hindsight, I am the type who loves flexible working hours (well, who doesn't eh?). Definitely, definitely, love flexi hours, with no stupid boss bossing me around while she doing manicure and shopping at Bangsar. This is the job for me, except that I need to work double hard in order to make sure that I am able to pay my bills and put food on my table. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During these 2 months, I noticed few things : First, I gotta be quick and fast to get listings, arrange appointments, get buyers and etc. I'll lose a deal if I am slow by just 1 second. Believe me, I have lost few deals just because of some "late" appointments due to timing from both buyers and owners. Second, follow-up must be really good. It actually makes the customers happy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And all these, I thought it was all luck. I guess it's not. Just as &lt;a href="http://fitnessjunkiewannabe.blogspot.com/"&gt;Aizan&lt;/a&gt; said to me, &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;"Luck comes when you work hard."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Strike me like a lightning. I will definitely keep that in mind whenever I am feeling a bit depress. Thanks babe! You always say the right thing at the right time. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783720037053549836-1485963269428665464?l=dutchess1204.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/feeds/1485963269428665464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783720037053549836&amp;postID=1485963269428665464' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783720037053549836/posts/default/1485963269428665464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783720037053549836/posts/default/1485963269428665464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/2011/08/life-as-real-estate-agent-so-its-not_04.html' title='Life as a Real Estate Agent - So it&apos;s not easy afterall'/><author><name>FatLouie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15293288174854273805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/TULW_ABJbUI/AAAAAAAAA5c/E2qb69NQj0s/s220/pull%2Bup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783720037053549836.post-6933814644564312191</id><published>2011-05-09T10:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T10:24:11.413+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Now I fully understand</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;No wonder everywhere you go, you make enemies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;No wonder whatever you do, there's no blessing from God. In Malay, people say &lt;em&gt;tidak ada berkat.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You cheated on people's money, somehow God will take it all back from you. It's just a matter of time. You may be happy now, but karma will get back at you. Believe me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Not saying anything doesn't mean that I don't know shits. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You are just a worthless piece of shit. Anything went wrong, you hide. Anything went wrong, you push your responsiblity to other people, and let other people cover your ass. Might as well just let Mother Earth swallow you and your &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;big&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;ass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;God is watching. So am I.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783720037053549836-6933814644564312191?l=dutchess1204.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/feeds/6933814644564312191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783720037053549836&amp;postID=6933814644564312191' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783720037053549836/posts/default/6933814644564312191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783720037053549836/posts/default/6933814644564312191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/2011/05/now-i-fully-understand.html' title='Now I fully understand'/><author><name>FatLouie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15293288174854273805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/TULW_ABJbUI/AAAAAAAAA5c/E2qb69NQj0s/s220/pull%2Bup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783720037053549836.post-4971671654754563468</id><published>2011-04-20T11:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T11:18:33.209+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Sick and Tired......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;.......Of things that happened lately around me. Lately people have been trying to, how do I put it, "be my producer and teach me how I should direct my life". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;At the gym, some guys (mostly trainers)&amp;nbsp;always say these kind of stuffs, which makes me blood boil.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"What are you doing today? Deadlift again? Squat again? Why you wanna just target on your glutes? Why not do other things?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"How many reps you do? Huh? 5reps only? How many sets? 5? No. I think you should do at least 12 reps."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There was even one time that I bench pressed, and&amp;nbsp;this young kid, feeling all smug and assuming he knows more than me, came over and said I should widen my arm grip and do 3 full range and 3 half range of bench press. I know how wide my grip should be, but tired of debating, cause if I debate, it'll be a whole chapter to talk about. Anyway, I did what he told me to, to prove him wrong. I know it's stupid, but like I said, I'm sick and tired of proving my points right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Just as I expected, at my 4th reps, I couldn't lift anymore and the whole 30kg weights fell on my stomach. And guess what the kid was doing? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Standing there looking at me, wide-eyed! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh my god... if my body broke into two, I'm so gonna&amp;nbsp;haunt him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;That's the gym part. Then another part is ..... MLM. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have few friends, at least 3 of them,&amp;nbsp;approached me for the same product. I have mentioned&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/2010/12/another-fat-loss-product-in-town.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;before in my blog and I'm gonna mention it again here. It's TRA, from Nu-Skin. TRA is some kind of fat loss product where they will teach you how to eat correctly and lose weight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;They also have other product which is the anti-aging skincare product. I didn't go and listen to this but I think I had enough. From the way my friends talk about it, I already know that I won't like this product. I have already told them that there are enough reasons for me NOT to do this, no matter how much you try to convince me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I am &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;anti-fat-loss&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; person. I&amp;nbsp;don't believe that there's any &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;SHORTCUT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to fat loss. They claim that you can gain muscles and lose fat at the same time by consuming the TRA and also through diet, which they will teach you how to eat correctly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They believe in marketing yourself before you market to other people. Which means, you gotta consume the TRA first to see results and experience it yourself. Which means, you gotta fork out RM4800 for the whole package which last for 3 months. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first reaction was : I would rather pay a good personal trainer for RM4800 than to take this. Also, I challenge my friend that if she is able to convince my trainer friends to join and consume this product, then I'm in too. Otherwise, no talk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, guess what? Still not seeing any trainers who join that. And she said that exercise is only 10%, the rest is all about food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. I agree on that, though not on the percentage, but then again, it's subjective. To me, diet is 70% and workout is 30%. Yes, by consuming TRA, u will lose weight and gain muscle. But believe me, I'm not seeing any muscles popping from the people who give so-called health talk,&amp;nbsp;which I can easily spot in 6 out of 10 people at the gym. At the seminar, I'm not seeing any. I only see slim people with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;NO DEFINITIONS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is what I told her. Every &lt;em&gt;typical &lt;/em&gt;people wants to get slim and healthy, and they can. They just want to look good with no tummy bulging when wearing tight clothes. I won't say that it's wrong. Except that, she has approached the wrong person. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; into slim. I'm into bodysculpting, strength&amp;nbsp;AND good diet. I don't need no RM4800 product to teach me how to eat correctly. All these are supplements, which means it's not natural. I'd prefer natural food because I have seen how too much supplements have done to my other fitness friends. Not a pretty sight, I tell you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say that there are muscle gained. Come to gym with me and see if you can squat or deadlifts 50kg right there and then. If you can, I will join you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you see, there are so many good reasons against it, how do you expect me to sell these to other people when I myself do not believe in it? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783720037053549836-4971671654754563468?l=dutchess1204.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/feeds/4971671654754563468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783720037053549836&amp;postID=4971671654754563468' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783720037053549836/posts/default/4971671654754563468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783720037053549836/posts/default/4971671654754563468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/2011/04/sick-and-tired.html' title='Sick and Tired......'/><author><name>FatLouie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15293288174854273805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/TULW_ABJbUI/AAAAAAAAA5c/E2qb69NQj0s/s220/pull%2Bup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783720037053549836.post-5353856981500657456</id><published>2011-03-16T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T23:17:29.055+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>I'm THAT bored</title><content type='html'>I forgot how to enjoy myself anymore. If this is what we call "adult's life", then I hate to go through it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life was so much fun when we were younger, don't you agree? I know at least mine was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The days when you don't give a fuck on problems around you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember the last time you were laughing so much that happy tears were rolling down your cheeks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I don't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783720037053549836-5353856981500657456?l=dutchess1204.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/feeds/5353856981500657456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783720037053549836&amp;postID=5353856981500657456' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783720037053549836/posts/default/5353856981500657456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783720037053549836/posts/default/5353856981500657456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/2011/03/im-that-bored.html' title='I&apos;m THAT bored'/><author><name>FatLouie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15293288174854273805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/TULW_ABJbUI/AAAAAAAAA5c/E2qb69NQj0s/s220/pull%2Bup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783720037053549836.post-3938590956690591524</id><published>2011-02-26T21:10:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T13:36:29.161+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eventerior'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oreo-sicles'/><title type='text'>Kene buat dough dulu, dowh~~~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The kecah-ness of Farina Cookie Monster, making Elmo Oreo-sicles. Everyone is pressuring her to finish it fast coz everyone is super hungry, esp her boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577986132640410322" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8Ineei6kc6c/TWj81Y4WKtI/AAAAAAAAA6o/rMyV8FZq3xE/s400/IMG_0593.JPG" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 299px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making the round shape using mould&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577985777292112274" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bzBn2l0MeFY/TWj8gtGtcZI/AAAAAAAAA6g/9n6NcIj112k/s400/IMG_0591.JPG" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 299px;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Duan is very good in making round shape already&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577985761262522226" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wcfhRHFga4w/TWj8fxY9T3I/AAAAAAAAA6Q/pme5B-dXiwE/s400/IMG_0588.JPG" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 299px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everyone is helping her including me! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Sibuk tolong tangkap gambar)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577985763398211074" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P7E2FF5x3X8/TWj8f5WJVgI/AAAAAAAAA6I/O9_lsj3xN9g/s400/IMG_0585.JPG" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 299px;" /&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577985758763996882" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bWETg6fVHGo/TWj8foFQ1tI/AAAAAAAAA6A/6VgpEsxzauE/s400/IMG_0584.JPG" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 299px;" /&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577985766904058002" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DgjcWAbkIyo/TWj8gGaAUJI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/t24mYaGSXLc/s400/IMG_0589.JPG" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 299px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;50% completed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O_FawdOcUsE/TWj81cqTJ1I/AAAAAAAAA6w/b_5OuSOPQWA/s1600/IMG_0595.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577986133655234386" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O_FawdOcUsE/TWj81cqTJ1I/AAAAAAAAA6w/b_5OuSOPQWA/s400/IMG_0595.JPG" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 299px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Helmi is doing double-boiling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If you guys need any party planners or you are craving for brownies or popsicles, head over to &lt;a href="http://eventerior.blogspot.com/"&gt;Eventerior&lt;/a&gt; website.﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783720037053549836-3938590956690591524?l=dutchess1204.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/feeds/3938590956690591524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783720037053549836&amp;postID=3938590956690591524' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783720037053549836/posts/default/3938590956690591524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783720037053549836/posts/default/3938590956690591524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/2011/02/kene-buat-dough-dulu-dowh.html' title='Kene buat dough dulu, dowh~~~'/><author><name>FatLouie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15293288174854273805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/TULW_ABJbUI/AAAAAAAAA5c/E2qb69NQj0s/s220/pull%2Bup.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8Ineei6kc6c/TWj81Y4WKtI/AAAAAAAAA6o/rMyV8FZq3xE/s72-c/IMG_0593.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783720037053549836.post-3030971161586389744</id><published>2011-02-26T20:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T20:56:56.174+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>All sorts of things in my mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I never like work-related people especially those who are "above" me, to call me during non-working hours. Ok. I may be in the sales line and I am supposed to pick up any calls at anytime of the day, but I have been always holding the principles of "balance of life" when it comes to, erm, my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I mean, I work from 9am to 6pm, a solid 9hrs, but some creature chose to call me right after work, to talk about some work. And this person is not my customers. It's somebody else. Work-related people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Why ya? I also don't understand why. Of all the hours, this person chooses to call me AT NIGHT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;xxxxxxxx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Lately, and again, I have been surrounded by want-to-get-married people. Actually, women. Hehe....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Seriously, my mind is still not there yet, but who knows? Maybe out of stress and peer pressure, and out of nowhere, you'll see me getting hitched! muahahhahaa~~~~!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;No. I'm just joking. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783720037053549836-3030971161586389744?l=dutchess1204.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/feeds/3030971161586389744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783720037053549836&amp;postID=3030971161586389744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783720037053549836/posts/default/3030971161586389744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783720037053549836/posts/default/3030971161586389744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/2011/02/all-sorts-of-things-in-my-mind.html' title='All sorts of things in my mind'/><author><name>FatLouie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15293288174854273805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/TULW_ABJbUI/AAAAAAAAA5c/E2qb69NQj0s/s220/pull%2Bup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783720037053549836.post-8571796138341108365</id><published>2011-01-21T17:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T17:48:21.958+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>What's on my mind?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Do u think it's funny that some things just never and couldn't change, even after you haven't seen it for years?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And when it appears in front of you, you get excited hoping that it has changed to better cause, only to find out that it is the still same as it is, exactly the way you left it there?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;xxxxxxxxx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You know what I always imagine? I always imagine working at the gym. I dunno why I have that kind of thought. Could be the idea of wearing sneakers and gym attire, and the idea of able to work out without paying for the membership fee! Like, how cool is that huh? Hhhmm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I wonder if trainers got scolded by customers? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;No. I don't think so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Coz trainers get to instruct their clients, who actually pay them, to do all sorts of exercises.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Trainers are "in control" of the whole situation, you get what I mean?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Unlike my situation, customers pay to me, they think they can scold me whenever they like, call me whenever they want and bla bla bla. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well, you get the drill.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hm... I really start to like this "becoming a trainer" idea. Am I too old to be a trainer? hehe... *wink*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783720037053549836-8571796138341108365?l=dutchess1204.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/feeds/8571796138341108365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783720037053549836&amp;postID=8571796138341108365' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783720037053549836/posts/default/8571796138341108365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783720037053549836/posts/default/8571796138341108365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/2011/01/whats-on-my-mind.html' title='What&apos;s on my mind?'/><author><name>FatLouie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15293288174854273805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/TULW_ABJbUI/AAAAAAAAA5c/E2qb69NQj0s/s220/pull%2Bup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783720037053549836.post-8374736351574466973</id><published>2011-01-13T17:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T17:43:37.994+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Going through days.....</title><content type='html'>Feeling more and more miserable ..... :'(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783720037053549836-8374736351574466973?l=dutchess1204.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/feeds/8374736351574466973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783720037053549836&amp;postID=8374736351574466973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783720037053549836/posts/default/8374736351574466973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783720037053549836/posts/default/8374736351574466973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/2011/01/going-through-days.html' title='Going through days.....'/><author><name>FatLouie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15293288174854273805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/TULW_ABJbUI/AAAAAAAAA5c/E2qb69NQj0s/s220/pull%2Bup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783720037053549836.post-7160265524992318123</id><published>2011-01-13T16:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T16:23:06.702+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Anyone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm looking for part time job now. Anyone know any decent part time job? I don't want to sell ciggy or liqour or become promoters. Sell coffee can. Work at Starbucks can. hehe.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm serious. Anyone? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783720037053549836-7160265524992318123?l=dutchess1204.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/feeds/7160265524992318123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783720037053549836&amp;postID=7160265524992318123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783720037053549836/posts/default/7160265524992318123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783720037053549836/posts/default/7160265524992318123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/2011/01/anyone.html' title='Anyone?'/><author><name>FatLouie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15293288174854273805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/TULW_ABJbUI/AAAAAAAAA5c/E2qb69NQj0s/s220/pull%2Bup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783720037053549836.post-2324006373597605453</id><published>2011-01-11T10:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T11:27:54.081+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='workout'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal trainer'/><title type='text'>Typical Personal Trainer - why are they even hired at the first place?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This post has obviously been written or discussed in many of the fitness blogs or websites years ago. But I would like to take part in blogging about this based on my recent observation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I honestly find it rude for PTs to get distracted with things that are happening around them. The most common scenario that I saw is they are texting or taking calls during the training session with their clients. To me, even though a mere picking up the phone and said, "Hey, I'm training my client right now. I'll call you back." is still rude for me. Whenever I'm on discussion with my customers, I do not pick up my calls, even though it rang 100 times. First, I find it very distracting to talk half-way with customer A and pick up calls and talk with customer B. Second, it's just plain rude. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I can easily spot 4 clients out of 10 that are in the wrong forms during training. Not to say that I am the expert or anything, but that is all fitness is about. Form is the utmost important criteria in order to improve and to be able to lift heavier and heavier. And guess what? The PT was standing right next to them. Like helloo?? Aren't you like suppose to make sure that the form is correct? I can only watch in horror. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; This is new. One PT, while training his client halfway, spotted a hot chick with hot butt. He went over to her to make some conversations. Obviously it was his first time saw the chick at the gym. While he was busy hitting on the girl, his client waited patiently for him. I honestly pity the client. Is this what we, as clients, should get from a trainer, after breaking the piggy bank and use up all the savings to pay for PTs?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783720037053549836-2324006373597605453?l=dutchess1204.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/feeds/2324006373597605453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783720037053549836&amp;postID=2324006373597605453' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783720037053549836/posts/default/2324006373597605453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783720037053549836/posts/default/2324006373597605453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/2011/01/typical-personal-trainer-why-are-they.html' title='Typical Personal Trainer - why are they even hired at the first place?'/><author><name>FatLouie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15293288174854273805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/TULW_ABJbUI/AAAAAAAAA5c/E2qb69NQj0s/s220/pull%2Bup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783720037053549836.post-8466673934200809713</id><published>2011-01-08T09:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T09:49:03.201+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ggggrrr.....!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Lately I have been dealing with one stubborn bastard customer. Every morning sure got morning call. If I don't pick up (coz obviously I was still in the bathroom), he'll give me a love call again 1 hour after. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And an hour after.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And an hour after.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And an hour after.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's been like since Monday. Today he called again at fucking 730am! I honestly cannot tell how my frustration is. I can feel my blood is boiling whenever I see his calls. Simply ask me to go his house and take picture of defects at 830pm. Like who is working till 830pm?? I'm not, for sure. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;N : I'll be at home 830pm. You can come at that time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Me : I'm sorry. I finish work at 6pm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;N :Well, it'll be good if you can come at 830 tonight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Me : Sorry. I got appointment tonight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;N : You can take picture of the defects tonight and can immediately submit the complain tomorrow and can complete by this Saturday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Me : Sorry sir. I told you I can't make it tonight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;That's practically how our conversations always be. He keeps on insisting me do what he wants, even though I have already told him I can't. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Don't even get me started on the company's procedure in submitting complains. Morning complain, expect people to come over and do touch up work on the exact same day. If this company is a small carpenter company, then no problem lar! But this is an ISO company, for God's sake!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;AAARRRGGGHHHHH!!!!!Damn you old man! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm sorry. I really can't deal with these people. And apparently, 95% of all customers are like this. I think I better ditch service industry. I can't handle people and I definitely can't handle stress very well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;p.s. Plus coach said I cannot drink alcohol for 2-3 months!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Arrgghhh!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783720037053549836-8466673934200809713?l=dutchess1204.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/feeds/8466673934200809713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783720037053549836&amp;postID=8466673934200809713' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783720037053549836/posts/default/8466673934200809713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783720037053549836/posts/default/8466673934200809713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/2011/01/ggggrrr.html' title='Ggggrrr.....!!!!'/><author><name>FatLouie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15293288174854273805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/TULW_ABJbUI/AAAAAAAAA5c/E2qb69NQj0s/s220/pull%2Bup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783720037053549836.post-900509590741953595</id><published>2011-01-05T16:08:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T19:35:52.216+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='workout'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='functional training'/><title type='text'>Andy's Hardcore Training</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's more of a functional training, actually, but to make it sounds more &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hardcore&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;/em&gt;I name it Andy's Hardcore Training (well, obviously the trainer's name is Andy.. duuhh~~)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway, I signed up at True Fitness last Sunday and I got 4 free PT sessions automatically. Knowing Andy for quite some time and have always love the way he trains, I asked him to &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;torture&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; me. Told him about my goal - getting leaned - and we started our first training on Jan 3.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;First training was more on strength. Here's what I did (not in order) :-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Note : All weights increased gradually. I have bad memory. I can't remember the weights... hehehe...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Lat Pulldown x 15 reps, 3 sets&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Seated Back Row x 15 reps, 3 sets&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Deadlift x 15 reps, 3 sets&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dumbell Bench Press with legs up x 15 reps, 3 sets&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Shoulder Press x 15 reps, 3 sets &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Barbell Squat x 15 reps, 3 sets&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dumbell alternate lunges x 10 sets each side, 3 sets&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yeah. I think basically that's. I know there's 1 or 2 more workouts but I couldn't remember. Damn I'm old. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway, I had training with him again last night and though it was rather tiring, I actually had fun doing these kind of exercises. It left me breathless, sweating non-stop but I can't believe that I'm actually loving it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Note : Andy loves to torture me with variations of workout. I'll try to name the workouts as close as possible since they are, erm, special.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1a)&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;DB squat press x 10 each sides, 3 sets&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1b) 1 arm DB row in static hold incline push-up position x 10 each sides, 3 sets (5kg, 6kg, 7kg)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1c) Decline Crunch x 15 reps, 3 sets, gradually increase intensity by holding plates&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1d) Explosive Decline Oblique Crunch x 10 each sides, 3 sets, gradually increase intensity by holding plates&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2a) Push up and Touch Bar x 10 each sides, 3 sets &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2b) DB Row with Burpees (minus push-up) x 10 repss, 3 sets&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2c) Static T-Push up with DB (alternate) x 10 reps, 3 sets&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;3a) Leg raise crunch x 10 reps, 3 sets&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;3b) DB bench squat jump x 10 sets&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yeah. I think basically that's about it. Damn I was struggling with the second supersets. But honestly speaking, it's all in the mind. Coz I actually managed to do the workouts without stopping in my 2nd sets. (I stopped half way in my 1st sets. My trademark - I like to stop half way, when I trace a lil bit of tiredness hit me. In other words, I give up easily. Whoopss...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You see, Andy kept on yelling to me, "When you train with me, you &lt;strong&gt;don't and cannot&lt;/strong&gt; stop, especially at the last reps. Coz that shows how committed you are with your training. And you are not there yet, coz you give up too easily."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;That's why I wanted to prove to him that I can do it without stopping. Amazing how brain works eh? Well, of coz he doesn't just yell at me. He complimented on my 2nd supersets performance. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Honestly, I wished I could capture that particular moment after I finished my 2nd supersets. I dropped to floor, laid down there and trying to get as much oxygen as I can, as if I have run 10k marathon. And my throat burnt! Feeling scratchy and all..... That bad you know!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I went home with really good sleep and no dreams at all. All the way till 8am the next day. Nice!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Andy's going to open up his own gym soon, so wait for my review about his studio. *wink*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&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/8783720037053549836-900509590741953595?l=dutchess1204.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/feeds/900509590741953595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783720037053549836&amp;postID=900509590741953595' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783720037053549836/posts/default/900509590741953595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783720037053549836/posts/default/900509590741953595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/2011/01/andys-hardcore-training.html' title='Andy&apos;s Hardcore Training'/><author><name>FatLouie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15293288174854273805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/TULW_ABJbUI/AAAAAAAAA5c/E2qb69NQj0s/s220/pull%2Bup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783720037053549836.post-6084171058045156932</id><published>2011-01-04T17:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T09:52:54.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I must vent out, otherwise ....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sms conversation between the stubborn customer and me. I can't deal with him over the phone already. So I sms so that my words will be absorb into his tiny brain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Note : All the gramatical error, spelling, structure sentence and spacing is exactly how my customer smsed me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fussy customer (by sms)&lt;/strong&gt; : How can your workman ~ ship for both kitchen &amp;amp; work top so unprofessionnal job not done and no body to follow up were are your responsibility ? ? ? do we onw any outstanding payment ? why &amp;amp; what happen ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me (by sms) : &lt;/strong&gt;We are working on it. This is an ISO co. Not simply ask come today and we come. We hv to go thru d procedure submit your complain n arrange installer to go to ur house. Please be more understanding abt our procedure. Tq.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fussy customer (by sms) : &lt;/strong&gt;Refer to iso procedure there are customer satisfaction right now after jnstallation you have to do final inspection for your product and meet cu stomer requirement ! made clear your hand over stage alre ady over due ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me (by sms) : &lt;/strong&gt;I'm sorry. I don't understand your english.&lt;br /&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/8783720037053549836-6084171058045156932?l=dutchess1204.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/feeds/6084171058045156932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783720037053549836&amp;postID=6084171058045156932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783720037053549836/posts/default/6084171058045156932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783720037053549836/posts/default/6084171058045156932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-must-vent-out-otherwise.html' title='I must vent out, otherwise ....'/><author><name>FatLouie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15293288174854273805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/TULW_ABJbUI/AAAAAAAAA5c/E2qb69NQj0s/s220/pull%2Bup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783720037053549836.post-724646319417289413</id><published>2011-01-03T00:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T01:45:55.301+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new year'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new year&apos;s resolution'/><title type='text'>I can only pray and hope</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I remember every year end, I will sincerely wished for better career and merely a better financial status. I would say that I'm in a surviving border-line, but having the basic and important neccessities. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I owe everything to my mom actually. She's the one that makes all these works. The nice apartment, the superb-nice car, the endless supports that she gives me whenever I need it. Be it day or night. &lt;p align="justify"&gt;I was at Micasa Apartment celebrating new year's eve. Nothing fancy. The hotel organized a countdown party and they provided cards and balloons for us to write down our wish, tied it to balloon and released it when the clock struck midnight. &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So, guess what I have wished for?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557637765056305122" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/TSCyGgh6F-I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/tIEyMXZwMwY/s400/card2011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Psst...people are not suppose to know what I wish for right? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Or else it won't come true? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But what the heck! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Here's to my career *toast!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;p.s. My current job is not doing so well, so I've decided (and forced myself)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;to look for another more stable job. I am not 21 anymore and cannot &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;afford to waste anymore time searching for job. I should have stable income&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;right now and should established my career at this very moment. That is&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;why I really need this luck, desperately.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And here's my other new year's resolutions :-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I have officially joined True Fitness today. So I'm gonna work my ass off to get the lean physique in erm, 3 months time? Can? I think can, with professional help and proper diet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (I know I've said it earlier) but I want better career and hope it'll be my last career. I'm sick of changing jobs now. If I happen to resign, it'll be the day that I start my own business already. No more working for people. Chheeeaa....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (yes, I know I've said this also) but I want better financial status so that I can bring my mom to travels and give her good life. This has always been my every year's resolution since I started working but I am just, not&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; there&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; yet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ok. I can't think of others right now. A bit distracted, with chatting with my sis and fb. hehe..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway, career, finance and lean are my 3 main words for the year 2011.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy New Year everyone!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783720037053549836-724646319417289413?l=dutchess1204.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/feeds/724646319417289413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783720037053549836&amp;postID=724646319417289413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783720037053549836/posts/default/724646319417289413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783720037053549836/posts/default/724646319417289413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-can-only-pray-and-hope.html' title='I can only pray and hope'/><author><name>FatLouie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15293288174854273805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/TULW_ABJbUI/AAAAAAAAA5c/E2qb69NQj0s/s220/pull%2Bup.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/TSCyGgh6F-I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/tIEyMXZwMwY/s72-c/card2011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783720037053549836.post-9206533349919481261</id><published>2010-12-29T23:04:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T09:34:16.459+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exercises'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confused'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Call me The Confused Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have always been confused about all these fitness theories. Seriously. I gotta admit that I'm not as knowledgable as Aizan or Daily Muscle when it comes to all these stuffs. Yea. I know. Sad to admit that despite the fact that I've dived into the fitness world 3 years ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well, going to gym and doing all those exercises don't make me a fitness expert. But believe me, I pick up stuffs and learn along the way. But still, I'm a confused girl. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;For example, it was only that day that I googled about Compound Exercises, and &lt;a href="http://www.bodybuilding.com/"&gt;http://www.bodybuilding.com/&lt;/a&gt; came up with an article with samples of workouts from Day 1 to Day 5. It consists of something like this :-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Note : All workouts come in 4 sets with 15, 8, 8, 6 reps and rest 30-60 secs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Monday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1. Incline Barbell Bench Press&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2. Flat Barbell Bench Press&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;3. Dip&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;4. Barbell Pullover&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tuesday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1. Barbell Squats&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2. Front Barbell Squats&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;3. Sumo Deadlift&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;4. Barbell Stiff-legged Deadlifts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Wednesday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Run or jump rope for 30 to 60 mins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Thursday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1. Barbell Military Press&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2. Barbell Upright Row&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;3. Barbell Clean and Press&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Friday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1. Pull-up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2. Bent-Over Barbell Row&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;3. Barbell Deadlift&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I had my Monday workout 2 days ago. I forgot how Barbell Pullover is like, so I smsed Aizan asking how to perform this workout on my way to the gym. She advised me not to do that. I kinda forgot the reason and I gotta ask you again. Why is it not a good workout again? Refresh my memory.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So there I was, went into a state of confusion. When I'm at that particular confused stage, I'll become like, totally lost and will not know what to do next. Should I just do the pullover? Or change it to other things? Aizan suggested assisted pull-up instead. So I took her advice and went on with my Monday workout.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then, I saw my trainer and he was free that time. He offered me some guidance / free training / free spotting and asked me what I was gonna do. I told him proudly, Incline Barbell Bench Press.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;He asked me where I got these workouts. I told him it was from bodybuilding.com. He said women is not advisable to do the Incline BB bench press. It's for building muscle. (what I want is to get lean and ripped. It has always been this goal.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh no, not again? Another "mistakes"? And so, he modified my workouts and I did not follow the whole Monday workout.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And so, I'm in the confused state again. I didn't go to the gym yesterday and today (I got flu today, so I just stayed in).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Another thing that I'm confused about is this : &lt;strong&gt;running.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Few trainers told me that I must run to burn the extra fats. But then, in Jason Ferrugia's blog.. oh god... now you tell me how the heck am I not confused? Look at these :-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Jogging for an hour is a complete waste of time. So is any form of cardio that forces you to the same repetitive movement over and over. When your muscles have to contract energy for 30, 45 or 60 mins, that energy has to come from somewhere. The body is stubborn and doesn't want to burn fat for energy so it eats up your muscles instead. This immediately kills your metabolism and it robs your body of strength and athleticism." - Chad Waterbury&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"With that being said, I would still choose a good fast paced hour long walk on the beach over sitting on stationary bike while pounding away on some brutal intervals." - Jason Ferrugia.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Aiyyyaaa...... :S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783720037053549836-9206533349919481261?l=dutchess1204.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/feeds/9206533349919481261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783720037053549836&amp;postID=9206533349919481261' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783720037053549836/posts/default/9206533349919481261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783720037053549836/posts/default/9206533349919481261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/2010/12/call-me-confused-girl.html' title='Call me The Confused Girl'/><author><name>FatLouie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15293288174854273805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/TULW_ABJbUI/AAAAAAAAA5c/E2qb69NQj0s/s220/pull%2Bup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783720037053549836.post-2378550699365613239</id><published>2010-12-14T13:26:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T14:17:17.793+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='carb cycling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='abs'/><title type='text'>Carb Cyling</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I had a chance to try out carb cyling with DM @ Noel 2 weeks ago. I first asked for some recommendation of nutrition recipe books which he has wrote in his BRS. I thought it's high time for me to take care of my diet since people always say that diet is 60% and work out is 40%. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So DM suggested to try out carb cyling, with him as well coz he said doing this diet alone is boring. hehhe... at least knowing that someone else is dieting with you, you won't (based on trust) cheat. Trust me, it works. It's all about being responsible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So we went for groceries shopping together, teaching me what kind of vege to buy, meats and stuffs. Here's the key point :-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1. The diet sequence is like this : &lt;strong&gt;Mon, Tues&lt;/strong&gt; - low-carb day, &lt;strong&gt;Wed&lt;/strong&gt; - med-carb day, &lt;strong&gt;Thurs, Fri&lt;/strong&gt; - low-carb day, &lt;strong&gt;Sat&lt;/strong&gt; - high-carb day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2. Choose only green vege. Not even vege with colours ie carrot, tomatoes. Nah-ah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;3. 1 piece of fruit only on med-carb day, which is the 3rd day. Other days will be low-carb day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;4. No rice, at all, only after workout. But during that week, I didn't even eat anything after workout. Usually shower then sleep immediately.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;5. No sugary beverages, at all. Only water, green tea (no sugar) or black coffee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;6. No milk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But the bad part is, I don't have that much energy to workout compare to other carbs day. Damn. So that particular week of diet, my workout sucks. Breathless all the time. Even DM asked me, "You stopped half-way just now is because of what? tired? breathless?" :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Here's a short brief about carb cyling :-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In the most basic format, carb cycling is a planned alteration of carbohydrate intake in order to prevent fat loss plateau and maintain metabolism along with workout performance.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Carb cycling is considered an aggresive and high level nutrition strategy. But there are some people, such as physique athletes or folks who have been at the fat loss game for quite awhile, whose nutritional adherence is extremely high and may require a more meticulour nutritional approach to achieve more extreme levels of leanness.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Regardless of who uses it, carb cycling is designed for short-term use - it is not a long-term solution for body fat management or maintenance. In fact, if used for too long it may be downright unfavourable.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The diet is only 5 days and good thing is that, I can just alternate the diet (remember it's not for long term body fat management). It was fun and full of satisfaction especially when I know that I've succeeded in this (trust me, it wasn't easy). I remember having a flat tummy the whole week. In fact, my abs is more obvious than before, though I know it's not very impressive and I still got loooooonnnnnngggggg way to go, to achieve my target. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I remember waking up every morning to check out my abs, and it's the nicest sight I've ever seen (for me lar.. ok? heehe), so I walked out from my apartment, head high. :D &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think I'm gonna love this diet and will gonna try it on 1st week of New Year 2011. In fact, I've dropped 2kg in these 5-days diet. Impressive, ain't it? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And I'm loving it! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So anyone wanna do it with me next year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 371px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550412299717259458" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/TQcGlEmbMMI/AAAAAAAAA48/vFWGnT5byMM/s400/IMG_0068.jpg" /&gt; Abs during carb-cyling week. &lt;div align="center"&gt;Ok kah? Ok lar... right? hehehe.... &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/8783720037053549836-2378550699365613239?l=dutchess1204.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/feeds/2378550699365613239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783720037053549836&amp;postID=2378550699365613239' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783720037053549836/posts/default/2378550699365613239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783720037053549836/posts/default/2378550699365613239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/2010/12/carb-cyling.html' title='Carb Cyling'/><author><name>FatLouie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15293288174854273805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/TULW_ABJbUI/AAAAAAAAA5c/E2qb69NQj0s/s220/pull%2Bup.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/TQcGlEmbMMI/AAAAAAAAA48/vFWGnT5byMM/s72-c/IMG_0068.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783720037053549836.post-4593810614385698111</id><published>2010-12-01T10:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T10:40:20.540+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fat loss product'/><title type='text'>Another fat loss product in town</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I went to a short talk last night at Solaris Dutamas. My main intention was to find out about the business opportunity. Before I decided to give it (listen to the talk) a try (have been delaying my friends for weeks), my friend just briefly told me about the business opportunity and nothing much on the fat loss programme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I only know that she tried the TRA (I forgot what TRA stands for) for 3 months and she claims that she keeps on losing weight. That's how the product works. She said, you'll take it for, say, 1 or 2 or 3 months, then you stop, but doesn't mean your bodyweight stops too. It'll continuously to lose weight till you have reached your ideal weight. &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm like, how the hell does the product knows that you body has reached the ideal weight and that it'll automatically stop working? Doesn't really make sense right? But again, maybe I didn't ask much, coz honestly, I was not interested the moment they said this - "I don't need to exercise to get my 47kg weight, at all. See my before and after picture." (Which is true. I saw a fat woman with a 47kg same woman standing in front of me, but still not enough to convince me).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So after purchasing the items (image below) at a whooping RM4800, you get to attend classes 8 times, once a week, which consists of 2-eat-at-restaurant dinners and other lessons about how much you need ur carbs (a fist size), protein, vege and fruits.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 385px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 164px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545532159215970322" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/TPWwHgiSqBI/AAAAAAAAA40/-KcbmJEMJbo/s400/tra_system.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is the TRA pack. Reminds me of Herbalife, don't you think?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It immediately put me off when I saw the RM4800 appeared on the screen. So I asked, "Is it necessary to buy those products then only I can join the business opportunity?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Not necessary. It's free to be a member, but if you don't try, you don't have a story to tell to your networks. Coz you need to be the product of the product, only then you can convince people to buy this items."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Forget it. From that moment on, I couldn't wait to go home. And guess what? There was 1 guy gave testimonial about how TRA changes his life. He was an obese and his health is at stack. Said got high blood pressure and all. So he said he has tried all the fat loss product in town but to no avail. Finally, he did what other guys do - exercise. He signed up with a PT for a year and he managed to lose only 4 kgs in a year time. But when he took TRA, he lost 4kgs in 2 weeks time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I knew that the upline will try to convince me with that testimonial. Somehow to tell me indirectly that exercise doesn't help you, TRA does. Oh god... I felt like slapping her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Needless to say, I didn't join their business opportunity. Guess I'll have to continue searching again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;p.s. If this product is so good and claim can reduce visceral fats,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;why didn't I see any 6-pack guy with bulging chest giving testimonial?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;All I see was cekeding and typical thin people in there. Totally&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;against my "fitness philosophy".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783720037053549836-4593810614385698111?l=dutchess1204.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/feeds/4593810614385698111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783720037053549836&amp;postID=4593810614385698111' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783720037053549836/posts/default/4593810614385698111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783720037053549836/posts/default/4593810614385698111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/2010/12/another-fat-loss-product-in-town.html' title='Another fat loss product in town'/><author><name>FatLouie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15293288174854273805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/TULW_ABJbUI/AAAAAAAAA5c/E2qb69NQj0s/s220/pull%2Bup.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/TPWwHgiSqBI/AAAAAAAAA40/-KcbmJEMJbo/s72-c/tra_system.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783720037053549836.post-253582039472278685</id><published>2010-11-22T09:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T11:07:40.969+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chin up'/><title type='text'>How to Improve on Chin Ups</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;by Jason Ferruggia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we are going to discuss how to improve on chin ups. Chin ups are one of the best overall muscle and strength building exercises around. The problem is that many beginners can't do a single rep and many intermediate trainees can not seem to progress on them no matter what they do. One very simple solution is to get a JumpStretch rubber band and loop it around the bar to assist you, as shown in the accompanying video. Start with a strong enough band that allows you to do 5 reps. Repeat this process with one or two more bands until you are strong enoug to do them on your own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Since the video will explain it more clearly than words ever could, watch below to learn exactly how to improve on chin ups.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JFtE27GzTTk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JFtE27GzTTk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="380" height="305"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Nice!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Mental note : Buy StretchBand.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783720037053549836-253582039472278685?l=dutchess1204.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/feeds/253582039472278685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783720037053549836&amp;postID=253582039472278685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783720037053549836/posts/default/253582039472278685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783720037053549836/posts/default/253582039472278685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/2010/11/how-to-improve-on-chin-ups_22.html' title='How to Improve on Chin Ups'/><author><name>FatLouie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15293288174854273805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/TULW_ABJbUI/AAAAAAAAA5c/E2qb69NQj0s/s220/pull%2Bup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783720037053549836.post-4717980730143543275</id><published>2010-11-19T12:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T12:54:39.930+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo'/><title type='text'>I really think I gotta voice out my feelings otherwise...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There is this, erm... 1 woman who gets on my nerves ever since I've met her. Call me judgmental or whatsoever, but my feelings (on first impressions) are almost 90% right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I've only met her, probably like, less than 5 times, but I remember that I always avoid her because of her chatterbox attitude. She really like, cannot stop talking, with super fast speed of talking and with this annoying, soprano voice who thinks she's an American-babe-wannabe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm not exaggerating. Seriously. Coz I'm not the only one who thinks that way. But why she's affecting me so much compare to other people is that, suddenly, out of nowhere, she claims that she's BFF to my used-to-be BFF.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I know. I know I'm not suppose to feel that way. Sharing is caring right? But I can't help having this feeling. I feel like, someone has snatch away the thing that I treasure most. Like, someone has invaded into my life and take away my BFF. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And the problem is, both of them click. They have the chemistry. They do things together. They sms each other everyday. They call each other everyday. They know each other's FB password. (My boyfriend doesn't even know my FB password) *rolled eyes* They even started their own company together! So that kinda pisses me off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A 9-years friendship, suddenly spoiled by this woman, who just walked into her life for like, a year, and immediately be her *gak!* BFF. Suddenly, she appears in all the events that involve my used-to-be BFF ie birthdays, open house, etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yes. I have a small heart. I don't share the things/people that I love, just like how I don't share my boyfriend with other woman, or I don't share my mom or dad or sis with other people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;To my used-to-be BFF, I'm sure you're happier with her. I wish you well in everything you do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;To *ugh* you, just spare me all the drama. A cupcake and a BFF konon. pptttuuiiiihhhh!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;p.s. I've been avoiding her calls and not sms-ing her. At the moment, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I still can't accept that she has other BFF. Sorry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783720037053549836-4717980730143543275?l=dutchess1204.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/feeds/4717980730143543275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783720037053549836&amp;postID=4717980730143543275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783720037053549836/posts/default/4717980730143543275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783720037053549836/posts/default/4717980730143543275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-really-think-i-gotta-voice-out-my.html' title='I really think I gotta voice out my feelings otherwise...'/><author><name>FatLouie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15293288174854273805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/TULW_ABJbUI/AAAAAAAAA5c/E2qb69NQj0s/s220/pull%2Bup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783720037053549836.post-7121472976271377864</id><published>2010-11-13T00:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T00:46:27.614+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>3 updates</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOM!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Love you... muax!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;13th November 2010&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 282px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538703147675064818" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/TN1tKuGCmfI/AAAAAAAAA4k/bHnJluCWJ5I/s400/card.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY SIS....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(I know it's too late, esp for Celestine...hehehe)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lui Lui : 5th November 2010&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Celestine : 24th June 2010&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/TN1usnG9MoI/AAAAAAAAA4s/OJd6ElMzMM8/s1600/birthday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 325px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 325px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538704829427036802" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/TN1usnG9MoI/AAAAAAAAA4s/OJd6ElMzMM8/s400/birthday.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And final update :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I don't need to work next Wednesday!! Yippiieee!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783720037053549836-7121472976271377864?l=dutchess1204.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/feeds/7121472976271377864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783720037053549836&amp;postID=7121472976271377864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783720037053549836/posts/default/7121472976271377864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783720037053549836/posts/default/7121472976271377864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/2010/11/3-updates.html' title='3 updates'/><author><name>FatLouie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15293288174854273805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/TULW_ABJbUI/AAAAAAAAA5c/E2qb69NQj0s/s220/pull%2Bup.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/TN1tKuGCmfI/AAAAAAAAA4k/bHnJluCWJ5I/s72-c/card.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783720037053549836.post-7876856430030482236</id><published>2010-11-13T00:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T00:13:51.442+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Why am I not getting the vibes people?</title><content type='html'>You guys love trance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys adore Tiesto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys been to Tiesto's party at Port Dickson in 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooooo.... why aren't you guys not hyped up to go Zoukout next month?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's Tiesto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's David Guetta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why oh why??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783720037053549836-7876856430030482236?l=dutchess1204.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/feeds/7876856430030482236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783720037053549836&amp;postID=7876856430030482236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783720037053549836/posts/default/7876856430030482236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783720037053549836/posts/default/7876856430030482236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/2010/11/why-am-i-not-getting-vibes-people.html' title='Why am I not getting the vibes people?'/><author><name>FatLouie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15293288174854273805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/TULW_ABJbUI/AAAAAAAAA5c/E2qb69NQj0s/s220/pull%2Bup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783720037053549836.post-2245764014108306529</id><published>2010-11-05T14:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T14:27:51.779+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>Aaaaarrrrggghhhhh!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I have to friggin' work today!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And tomorrow!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And on 17th November!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;AAARRRRGGGGGHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhh.... Only God knows how I feel now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ok. I'll stop. I've been whining since last night. And when every holiday comes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It sucks me so much when friends at MSN msn-ed me and asked, "So hardworking ar?" or "At home ar?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I am at my bloody office, thank you very much for asking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And the funny thing about this kind of job?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;You gotta applied leave on holiday for holiday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And no double or triple pay. Remind me again why I wanna come back here and work with them?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Enough said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783720037053549836-2245764014108306529?l=dutchess1204.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/feeds/2245764014108306529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783720037053549836&amp;postID=2245764014108306529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783720037053549836/posts/default/2245764014108306529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783720037053549836/posts/default/2245764014108306529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/2010/11/aaaaarrrrggghhhhh.html' title='Aaaaarrrrggghhhhh!!!!!!'/><author><name>FatLouie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15293288174854273805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/TULW_ABJbUI/AAAAAAAAA5c/E2qb69NQj0s/s220/pull%2Bup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783720037053549836.post-3675005256929107145</id><published>2010-11-03T14:11:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T15:01:37.841+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bali'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updates'/><title type='text'>Updates!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hiya peepz!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sorry for being silent for so long. I hate not updating my blog too! But I'm back! awwww... I know you miss me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yea. I miss you too. ^.^v&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You know, suddenly, I've got an inspiration to blog about something that I read from CLEO Nov Mag. But I don't have the mag with me right now, so I shall blog about it later on. It was a full 3-facebook-colour page on "20 Facebook personalities you would love to hate". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, when I read that article last night, I already have the exact person (friend) in my mind that fit each and every of the personalities which CLEO described. Funny how psychology works eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, here's the update of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just came back from a super, duper fun Bali trip with a group of crazy friends. And for the second time in this year, and also my second time to Bali, I came back with steamed-chicken-skin, rather than the roasted one. Why ar? You know? We spent the last day at beach for only friggin' 45 mins. Most of the time we chill at our villa, tour around and bla bla bla. When you see our villa, you'll know why we wanna spend more time there than the beach. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But then again, Kuta Beach is not a "leisure" beach, as in like, you can go snorkelling or whatnot. It is more for surfing and suntan-ing. I still personally prefer Thai's beach. Nicer. After snorkelling, you can just sit by the beach and suntan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535206526891902674" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/TNEBAmnQxtI/AAAAAAAAA4c/eUmFniJrSD8/s400/villa.bmp" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Voila!! Our super big villa. 4 rooms with a swimming pool. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Definitely will want to go back there again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But guess what? I've finally worked up the courage to go and learn surfing. You see, I'm afraid of waves actually. But gatal, want to try. Plus, not very expensive also. It's around Rm30 for 2 hours lesson, with instructor of course + board.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But I have no regrets. And I wanna do it again. I only managed to "stand up" once. Other time, I was tumbling inside the waves, swallowing a whole gulp of air masin. Not funny. Luckily water didn't go into my nose, otherwise it'll be nasty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535206272926180722" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/TNEAx0hHZXI/AAAAAAAAA38/GEmOoxB7ofM/s400/3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me as beginner. Paying full attention to his &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;well-developed shoulders&lt;/strike&gt; lessons&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535206279832057506" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/TNEAyOPmtqI/AAAAAAAAA4E/nmi-dHKDZII/s400/4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Embarked to my very first hands-on surfing,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with bip-bop-bip-bop heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535205138918064610" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/TND_v0AgweI/AAAAAAAAA3s/cRsnobgNpFc/s400/surf.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You see lar! Cannot stand up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Most of the time, when I was in that position, in another seconds,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was already doing sommersault inside the waves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now I know how my clothes feel when they are in the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;washing machine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535206284379850882" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/TNEAyfL4iII/AAAAAAAAA4M/GTHGeS0oR_g/s400/5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haha. Instructor said peace. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He must be very annoyed with me for not listening &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to his advise seriously. All because I was so afraid of the waves&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so I don't dare to stand up. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535206268371608994" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/TNEAxjjOJaI/AAAAAAAAA30/F49lVsLdyno/s400/2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Boyfriend knows that I love nice-body surfers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So he took this for me. Haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Besides chilling and surfing, we had the most important event of the trip. A friend proposed to his girlfriend! But was inside the room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Too bad we couldn't witnessed the whole situation. Maybe he was malu? hehehe... &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535206287770789026" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/TNEAyr0WJKI/AAAAAAAAA4U/FbNQa9RlCfA/s400/6.jpg" /&gt; Congrats to Mon and Pax!!! :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So Bali asides. Other updates.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm still actively involve in DM's Transformation Camp. I haven't done any measurements in a long long time, so gonna do it soon and see how I progress.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So far, I've seen that I'm not that "bloated" and "bulky" when I've stopped taking protein and creatine. Usually, I took that right before the camp and I find that I've got more energy working out compare to none.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But in my 3rd month, friends said I look "round". I was rather pissed off coz I know that I was working my ass off sweating twice a week and this is what they can tell me??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So told Herny about my worries and she said maybe should try stop taking them. So I've stopped, and I notice that I've "shrink + lean" rather than "bulk + lean". Yet to weigh myself. We'll see later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But starting this month, I'm gonna incorporate 2-days of weight training into my weekly workout, besides the 2-days camp. Also will see how it goes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yeah, this is what fitness all about. Gotta try and error to find out which work best for yourself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ok. Be back with the Cleo article thingy. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783720037053549836-3675005256929107145?l=dutchess1204.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/feeds/3675005256929107145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783720037053549836&amp;postID=3675005256929107145' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783720037053549836/posts/default/3675005256929107145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783720037053549836/posts/default/3675005256929107145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/2010/11/updates.html' title='Updates!'/><author><name>FatLouie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15293288174854273805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/TULW_ABJbUI/AAAAAAAAA5c/E2qb69NQj0s/s220/pull%2Bup.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/TNEBAmnQxtI/AAAAAAAAA4c/eUmFniJrSD8/s72-c/villa.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783720037053549836.post-3730728936426771705</id><published>2010-10-10T23:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T00:31:18.797+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo'/><title type='text'>My feeling right now</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Brain cells is working at a very low speed. Doing autocad more of like &lt;em&gt;tindakan refleks&lt;/em&gt; rather than drawing with purpose and use brain. I have been doing this work since early last week and I'm only at 50% completion. Sigghhh.. I really wonder when will this end. I swear to God that I won't want to take up any more freelance job in the near future unless :- &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(a) I've got nothing else better to do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(b) I've extra time (like, really extra) to slot in stupid freelance work &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I really wonder what does people mean by "hardworking" when it comes to earning extra income. I feel like I'm always surrounded with people who are more free than me. No offense here. I know there are people who works more and harder than me, but I've yet to see one. I mean, I always hear my friend saying that she goes to happy hour 4 times a week, massage, manage to get out from office early, but mind you, she excels in her work. This is what I call work smart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Or maybe people are not as loud and drama queen as I am, and they never complain in their fb that they are tired with work, or stress with work, so I assume that they are doing well without having to earn extra income and to work overtime. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I mean, it's really difficult to juggle a demanding full-time work, a tight dateline freelance work, working out, and spend time with my boyfriend. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Luckily my bf doesn't demand me to cook, otherwise, I'll die. But in the near future how? As a woman, you gotta cook also no matter what right? Kids leh? Oh God, I am so not ready to go towards that stage yet. Seriously. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mom suggests that I go to Abu Dhabi to work. There's an opening there. But as always, I don't feel the drive to go there and work. Lotsa excuses I give to myself. Sigh.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Gotta sleep. Next week gonna be another long week. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783720037053549836-3730728936426771705?l=dutchess1204.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/feeds/3730728936426771705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783720037053549836&amp;postID=3730728936426771705' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783720037053549836/posts/default/3730728936426771705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783720037053549836/posts/default/3730728936426771705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-feeling-right-now.html' title='My feeling right now'/><author><name>FatLouie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15293288174854273805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/TULW_ABJbUI/AAAAAAAAA5c/E2qb69NQj0s/s220/pull%2Bup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783720037053549836.post-1151280117479218540</id><published>2010-09-18T11:05:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T11:18:19.186+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DM transformation camp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='workout'/><title type='text'>Guess what?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We had &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;tiger crawl push up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; last Thursday and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;bear crawl push up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; on Tuesday. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The extreme combo on Tuesday was run zig-zag to 6 cones (to an fro) then &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;burpees long jump&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, then run zig-zag again then &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;bear crawl push up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. That workout was new. And by the end of these short but fast workout, coach DM can definitely see that we were so tired that he decided to "tone down" a bit on the next exercise. God bless his heart! :) &lt;p&gt;As for Thursday's workout, we had rather not-so-extreme exercises (not to brag, but that's how I felt. Maybe because both coaches were rushing to airport to Bangkok for Asia FIT Convention 2010, so maybe that's why they have mercy on us thus the workouts weren't as extreme as usual?) The most tricky workout was the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;tiger crawl push up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. We have to do staggered push-up for each step forward (crawling). This is also new to us. But it was fun. I wonder when they'll come up with crab crawl dipping. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Just a matter of time, mark my words. :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783720037053549836-1151280117479218540?l=dutchess1204.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/feeds/1151280117479218540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783720037053549836&amp;postID=1151280117479218540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783720037053549836/posts/default/1151280117479218540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783720037053549836/posts/default/1151280117479218540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/2010/09/guess-what_18.html' title='Guess what?'/><author><name>FatLouie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15293288174854273805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/TULW_ABJbUI/AAAAAAAAA5c/E2qb69NQj0s/s220/pull%2Bup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783720037053549836.post-6396613778530482333</id><published>2010-09-08T13:33:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T13:52:24.198+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='herbalife'/><title type='text'>Herbalife. Ppfftttt!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2 guys went into our showroom few days back and asked if there is any RHB Bank at Sunway Mentari area. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(you know, it's really weird that he's not the first person who walks into our showroom and said they are looking for RHB bank..so weird right? Padahal our showroom showed a BIIGGGG SIGNATURE KITCHEN logo at our glass door) &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;He came in wearing a tag "Lose Weight Now, Ask Me How". *rolled eyes* &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After asking about RHB, as a typical salesman, he tried to introduce us his stuff - HERBALIFE. &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Guy&lt;/strong&gt; : (looking at me and my other colleague) Thank you for the info. By the way, are you guys interested in losing weight or gaining weight? Perhaps you (looking at my rather chubby colleague)? I mean, no offense.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt; : You guys are from Herbalife right? (while rolling my eyes)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Guy&lt;/strong&gt; : Yeah! (big eyed coz got people know about HL) How do you know?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me &lt;/strong&gt;: Your tag.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Guy&lt;/strong&gt; : Yeap. So have you tried HL before?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt; : Sadly, yes. And I don't see any results and I was wasting a lot of money on that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Guy &lt;/strong&gt;: Do you have coach who monitor you and stuffs like that? Because I'm seeing results myself. I'm losing 7kgs in total and my friend here has lost 25kgs to date. (the friend like angguk kepala like orang gila)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt; : No and no. But then I know HL is not a good product because honestly speaking, there is no shortcut to being healthy. When you drink shake like that and replace 2 meals a day, any person in this world will lose weight. But you are not being healthy. You are losing all kinds of nutrients and yet, at the end of the day, you'll still have flabby arms. People call it skinny fat. I'm exercising myself and I've seen results in working out rather than spending extra amount of money on some shake that doesn't work. I can use that amount of money to sign up at the gym and still lose weight and getting lean, and most importantly, I'm healthier. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Guy&lt;/strong&gt; : My wife is personal trainer. She isn't a HL believer also until my coach teaches her how to take HL and she's seeing results.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me &lt;/strong&gt;: (back in my mind : maybe your wife is not a qualified trainer? A good trainer will never believe in all these kind of slimming products) Oh well. Might works for her. Anyway, I'm not interested. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Plus, I don't wanna argue anymore. No point. I know how these people promote the product. But really. There's no shortcut to being healthy, only good diet and constant exercise.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yes, you might be thin but you can still wave a flag under ur triceps if you don't buck up and start working out. Period.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783720037053549836-6396613778530482333?l=dutchess1204.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/feeds/6396613778530482333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783720037053549836&amp;postID=6396613778530482333' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783720037053549836/posts/default/6396613778530482333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783720037053549836/posts/default/6396613778530482333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/2010/09/herbalife-ppfftttt.html' title='Herbalife. Ppfftttt!!'/><author><name>FatLouie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15293288174854273805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/TULW_ABJbUI/AAAAAAAAA5c/E2qb69NQj0s/s220/pull%2Bup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783720037053549836.post-6373841562333258341</id><published>2010-09-01T11:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T12:07:20.888+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DM transformation camp'/><title type='text'>It was one helluva workout!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Honestly, I dunno where or how to start. I was having so much fun yesterday at DM's 1Malaysia Workout despite the fact that I was gasping for air every seconds due to the rather extreme workouts. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Finally I got to meet, and I quote, blog-o-buddy Aizan at the camp. And I brought along another friend, Bart, for the trial as well. It was kinda funny seeing him out of breath and pale face and all. Funny in a sense that, DM sure makes us work hard!! &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We had 2 competitions yesterday : the most push-ups for men and women in 1.5mins and last man standing, as in plank. In our case yesterday, it was last woman standing. Woohooo!!! Go woman!!! &lt;p&gt;A new comer, woman, very skinny, had the highest push-ups (on knees) which was 85. I did only 65. So embarassing knowing the fact that I have been in the camp for 2 months and already lost to this new camper. Geez! What a bummer! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Kevin had the highest push-ups in men's category, which was 59 (on toes, not on knees). Bravo bravo! &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The most exciting part was the last man standing, which we have to do plank and stay for a long as we can. The winner gets 1 month free workout. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The longest plank was 5 minutes (4m52s to be exact) and it was by Lynn. I was really impressed with her, not only because of the 5 mins, but also because she can stays in a very excellent form for solid 5 mins!! How incredible is that? Not even shaking a bit I tell ya! &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I promise myself that I'll beat her record and also Coach Herny's. Both of them have 5 mins plank record. And you know what? The last 2 person who did the plank was Lynn and another lady, whom I think is older than me. Correct me if I'm wrong, no offense here ok? But definitely can do almost 5 mins as well. She is just few seconds away from Lynn. That really amazed me. I mean, I can't be losing to this lady and I've got so much to catch up. I was only up for 1.5mins. My own personal record was only 1min tops. I know. Very bad. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But don't worry. I'll catch up. :D I W.I.L.L. D.E.F.I.N.I.T.E.L.Y catch up and break Lynn's record. &lt;p&gt;Seriously, that was fun. Can we do more of these contest, DM? I wanna test my endurance and stamina and I W.A.N.N.A. B.R.E.A.K whatever Lynn's record. (To me, so far, she's the fittest among all).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783720037053549836-6373841562333258341?l=dutchess1204.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/feeds/6373841562333258341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783720037053549836&amp;postID=6373841562333258341' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783720037053549836/posts/default/6373841562333258341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783720037053549836/posts/default/6373841562333258341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/2010/09/it-was-one-helluva-workout.html' title='It was one helluva workout!!'/><author><name>FatLouie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15293288174854273805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/TULW_ABJbUI/AAAAAAAAA5c/E2qb69NQj0s/s220/pull%2Bup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783720037053549836.post-7287242620115622780</id><published>2010-08-30T13:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T21:04:23.279+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo'/><title type='text'>Seriously, I think I'm having depression right now</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm feeling a bit depress with the fact that I have to fucking work tomorrow, and also all other public holidays. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;People who work in Selangor have longer holiday this week, since last Friday (Nuzul Quran : applicable on Selangor only) till tomorrow, which is obviously is the Merdeka Day. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Talked to boss that I want off tomorrow but she said no. We should be working and there is no holiday for us, who work in showroom. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's expected when I took this offer, which is why, I thought it over and over and over and over again before I said yes. Really dunno what drive me that time to take up this offer. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I promise myself that I will not take up any showroom job anymore. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ever and ever again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783720037053549836-7287242620115622780?l=dutchess1204.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/feeds/7287242620115622780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783720037053549836&amp;postID=7287242620115622780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783720037053549836/posts/default/7287242620115622780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783720037053549836/posts/default/7287242620115622780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/2010/08/seriously-i-think-im-having-depression.html' title='Seriously, I think I&apos;m having depression right now'/><author><name>FatLouie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15293288174854273805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/TULW_ABJbUI/AAAAAAAAA5c/E2qb69NQj0s/s220/pull%2Bup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783720037053549836.post-8552421054886074484</id><published>2010-08-25T16:01:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T13:22:40.318+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DM transformation camp'/><title type='text'>You wanna transform? We can help you!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/THTOMnJxPBI/AAAAAAAAA3k/ETVVh0fXgAc/s1600/DM+Merdeka+Camp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 563px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 261px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509254960244669458" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/THTOMnJxPBI/AAAAAAAAA3k/ETVVh0fXgAc/s400/DM+Merdeka+Camp.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ever tried Tiger Crawl before? &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;How about Tiger Crunch? &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Superb I tell you, but I gotta warn ya. Nothing's easy when it comes to DM Body Transformation Camp. :P &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But I can assure you that you'll sweat like water tap. Probably something equivalent to when you do RPM in an hour's time. Or kickboxing (though I've never tried before but people said you'll burn 900 calories. Dunno true or not lah). &lt;p&gt;I kinda wonder what kind of Merdeka Theme workout that they've prepared for us. Marching plank crawl? Military push-up? eeee... I don't want to put ideas in their head. They can get pretty &lt;em&gt;creative&lt;/em&gt; sometimes. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The free trial will be on 31st Aug 2010 (6:30p.m.), 2nd Sept 2010 (6:30p.m.) and 4th Sept 2010 (9:00a.m.) at Rimba Kiara Park. If you are curious about what we are doing, head over and join us next Tuesday!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aizan, you'll come right? :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783720037053549836-8552421054886074484?l=dutchess1204.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/feeds/8552421054886074484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783720037053549836&amp;postID=8552421054886074484' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783720037053549836/posts/default/8552421054886074484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783720037053549836/posts/default/8552421054886074484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/2010/08/you-wanna-transform-we-can-help-you.html' title='You wanna transform? We can help you!'/><author><name>FatLouie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15293288174854273805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/TULW_ABJbUI/AAAAAAAAA5c/E2qb69NQj0s/s220/pull%2Bup.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/THTOMnJxPBI/AAAAAAAAA3k/ETVVh0fXgAc/s72-c/DM+Merdeka+Camp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783720037053549836.post-4004134233705109005</id><published>2010-08-22T17:25:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T18:22:28.300+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DM transformation camp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='workout'/><title type='text'>One-leg squat was.... *speechless*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We had our &lt;em&gt;gila &lt;/em&gt;workout as usual last Thursday but there were 2 exercises which got my attention : 1-leg squat and Tabata. &lt;p&gt;These two test your leg strength and overall balance, especially 1-leg squat. According to Coach Herny, we actually need to focus on our core muscles when we press back up with single leg. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Going down was rather easy, but going back up was another story. At first, both coaches demonstrate the workout. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Raise your right leg and put two hands in fist form in front of you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Try to squat down, still raising your leg in front, into sitting position where your hamstring and calf of the pressing leg is touching each other. (pic no. 3) This is the final position of the squat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Focusing on your core muscles and maintaining the same position (hands and right leg in front), you will press back up without losing balance. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 208px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508164506384754562" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/THDub196Z4I/AAAAAAAAA3M/bGfQ0TK_-Nw/s400/one-leg-squat.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/THDucQCW0II/AAAAAAAAA3U/H9s0HLyF4LE/s1600/kbinfo_pistol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 207px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508164513382715522" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/THDucQCW0II/AAAAAAAAA3U/H9s0HLyF4LE/s400/kbinfo_pistol.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Add kettlebell or weights for more intensity&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;We were like "wwaahh..." and "oh my god" and *silent with mouth wide open* when Coach Herny did the full-squat. I know in my mind, I had already thought, "man! This is difficult." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Not yet do already complain. hehehe...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;All of us started with either quarter or half squat, as a beginner. As I squat at my 3rd time, I was amazed that I can go lower than half, and eventually, somehow, I managed to squat till full position. No doubt I was struggling when I pressed back up and Coach Herny came over and said that I should focus on my core when I do that. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nice!! &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Not to brag or anything lah, but the other campers suddenly said, "Wahh...she can do full squat oh." hahaha......my nose was up the in air for a while la, but definitely need to brush up the skill. Even Coach DM said that he was impressed with what I can do, in FB!! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;nngeeee.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And then came the Tabata. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Tabata interval training is the single most effective type of high intensity interval training, it is also the most intense by far, and surprisingly, it is the shortest in duration. It only last for four minutes, but those four minutes produce remarkable effects. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.intervaltraining.net/tabata.html"&gt;http://www.intervaltraining.net/tabata.html&lt;/a&gt;) &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We did 6 rounds of bodyweight squats (20 secs) + static hold squats (10 secs)!! I know they want us to achieve 8 rounds of it because we did 4 rounds of that Tabata just few weeks back. Never thought they can push us for 6 rounds eh? &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Why don't you try it at home and let me know how it feels? :D&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/8783720037053549836-4004134233705109005?l=dutchess1204.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/feeds/4004134233705109005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783720037053549836&amp;postID=4004134233705109005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783720037053549836/posts/default/4004134233705109005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783720037053549836/posts/default/4004134233705109005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/2010/08/one-leg-squat-was-speechless.html' title='One-leg squat was.... *speechless*'/><author><name>FatLouie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15293288174854273805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/TULW_ABJbUI/AAAAAAAAA5c/E2qb69NQj0s/s220/pull%2Bup.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/THDub196Z4I/AAAAAAAAA3M/bGfQ0TK_-Nw/s72-c/one-leg-squat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783720037053549836.post-7822398673514820604</id><published>2010-08-18T15:19:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T19:46:01.454+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DM transformation camp'/><title type='text'>So many surprises!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Workout in the rain? Check.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;lil bit only lar.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bear crawl (again)? Check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Crab crunches (har? new one ar?)? Check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Grasshopper push-up? Check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Spiderman climb? Check check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Burpees? Check check check check!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;hahaha....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You know, the thing with DM's camp is that, both he and Coach Herny always come up with really fresh, exciting and different types of workout for us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have to admit that I am always looking forward to Tuesday and Thursday to see what kind of &lt;strike&gt;torturous&lt;/strike&gt; workout they have whipped for us. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Psst.. last time, my source of motivation to working out and going to the gym was to cuci mata with all the well-built, handsome trainers. Gone are the days where the gym is swarming with ripped, muscular trainers).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was 30mins late yesterday so I've missed tiger crawl. Everyone was talking about it when I arrived. I was procastinating actually, to go or not to go, since it's already 7pm by the time I arrived Taman Tun. *sigh* &lt;p&gt;I went eventually and no doubt they were already halfway through the workout. Nevermind lah, I thought myself. As long as I get to sweat. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So I started with burpees, walking lunges, grasshopper push-up and etc etc which, by 730p.m., my shirt was soaked with sweats. Amazing isn't it? Endorphin does wonders to my mind. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;There was one time during our workout, we had to do burpees. There are always options for us - from slow mo to the explosive type. It was already in the middle of workout and we had to do freakin' 20 burpees! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;DM&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;: Those who are fitter can do the push-up + jump burpees.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; : *Silent. Breathing hard. Started by kneeling down, explode to push-up position, leg back to kneeling position, going up and jump. And repeated for 10 times. Already &lt;em&gt;setengah mati.&lt;/em&gt;* &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;DM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; : Adeline, do push-up in your burpees.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; : *shocked a bit. stopped for a while. then did the 11th burpees with push-up and jump*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Renae&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; : (at the same time, beside me doing burpees) bbwaahahhahahahaha!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;DM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; : Renae, u also.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; : Bwahahahaha!!! That's why lar. Laugh at people. Now kena already. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The other surprise about this camp is, and I just got to know from the FB wall, they will be having additional 3 more time on 3 different days starting in September. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;At the moment, the schedule is 630-730pm every Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday at Rimba Kiara Park. Now, they are adding 645-745am every Monday, Wednesday and Friday!! &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;That's a yippie for me. No more rushing from Sunway to Taman Tun. No more jam from Sunway to Taman Tun at 6pm. I might actually opt for that. And I get to workout 3 times a week rather than twice a week now, since I have to work on Saturday. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So, what are you waiting for? *wink-wink*&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/8783720037053549836-7822398673514820604?l=dutchess1204.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/feeds/7822398673514820604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783720037053549836&amp;postID=7822398673514820604' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783720037053549836/posts/default/7822398673514820604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783720037053549836/posts/default/7822398673514820604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/2010/08/so-many-surprises.html' title='So many surprises!'/><author><name>FatLouie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15293288174854273805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/TULW_ABJbUI/AAAAAAAAA5c/E2qb69NQj0s/s220/pull%2Bup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783720037053549836.post-9061065491612469381</id><published>2010-08-14T15:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T15:50:22.075+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='best summer bodies'/><title type='text'>2010 25 Best Summer Bodies</title><content type='html'>*Depicted from www.menshealth.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No. 3 Taylor Lautner :D (yippie!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/TGZI4BvV4qI/AAAAAAAAA28/XU1-yzjpKmU/s1600/taylor-lautner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 202px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/TGZI4BvV4qI/AAAAAAAAA28/XU1-yzjpKmU/s400/taylor-lautner.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505167721883886242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No. 10 Channing Tatum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you resist such a charming smile? I can't!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/TGZI32o6C5I/AAAAAAAAA20/IgOODvECJSU/s1600/channing-tatum.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 340px; height: 399px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/TGZI32o6C5I/AAAAAAAAA20/IgOODvECJSU/s400/channing-tatum.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505167718904105874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No. 21 Ryan Kwanten (from TruBlood Series)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Body is definitely ripped but why no. 21???&lt;br /&gt;I think he should be in top 10&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/TGZI3t0jw5I/AAAAAAAAA2s/Lrq6-btkO4A/s1600/ryan-kwanten.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 237px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/TGZI3t0jw5I/AAAAAAAAA2s/Lrq6-btkO4A/s400/ryan-kwanten.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505167716537058194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. 5 Jessica Biel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously? I really dunno how they rate Women's Best Summer Bodies,&lt;br /&gt;but I think she should get the first place.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, look at her biceps and flat abs!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/TGZI3duZPAI/AAAAAAAAA2k/XIjGF65B20w/s1600/jessica-biel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/TGZI3duZPAI/AAAAAAAAA2k/XIjGF65B20w/s400/jessica-biel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505167712216235010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No. 1 Brooklyn Decker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tell me, which part of her that gets her to the top?&lt;br /&gt;No 6 packs if you ask me.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. Probably the boobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/TGZJ8F8Y55I/AAAAAAAAA3E/Cgq-32bfI8k/s1600/brooklyn-decker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/TGZJ8F8Y55I/AAAAAAAAA3E/Cgq-32bfI8k/s400/brooklyn-decker.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505168891243456402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783720037053549836-9061065491612469381?l=dutchess1204.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/feeds/9061065491612469381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783720037053549836&amp;postID=9061065491612469381' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783720037053549836/posts/default/9061065491612469381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783720037053549836/posts/default/9061065491612469381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/2010/08/2010-25-best-summer-bodies.html' title='2010 25 Best Summer Bodies'/><author><name>FatLouie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15293288174854273805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/TULW_ABJbUI/AAAAAAAAA5c/E2qb69NQj0s/s220/pull%2Bup.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/TGZI4BvV4qI/AAAAAAAAA28/XU1-yzjpKmU/s72-c/taylor-lautner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783720037053549836.post-327902572072879325</id><published>2010-08-14T14:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T15:28:28.911+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Here's what I think</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Internet, especially Facebook, is a place for people to show off, including myself. But deep down, I like people who are actually not much of a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;loud speaker&lt;/span&gt; when it comes to tell tale about themselves. And I shall try to be like them. I mean, you'll get irritated also right when you see people constantly blowing their own trumpet? *rolling my eyes*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I'm not sure whether this behaviour is inherited by the family or due to high level of testosterone in their body, but I notice that some people who lift weights are very impatient, short-fused and bad-tempered. But some (people who lift weights), I notice, shows the opposite. They have higher tolerance to patience, most probably because they are very patient in achieving their fitness goals. I dunno. It's just a thought. What do you think?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"High levels of testosterone appear to promote good health in men,  for example, lowering the risks of &lt;a href="http://www.medterms.com/script/main/art.asp?articlekey=378"&gt;high blood pressure&lt;/a&gt; and heart  attack. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;High testosterone levels &lt;/span&gt;also correlate with risky behavior,  however, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;including increased aggressiveness&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.medterms.com/script/main/art.asp?articlekey=479"&gt;smoking&lt;/a&gt;, which may  cancel out  these health benefits." (www.medterms.com)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;3.&lt;/span&gt; I believe a long lost friend of mine is still in his old-self attitude. I remember him telling me that he's trying to be a better person, but.. *sigh* still no sign of improving. The main reason I don't want to be his friend anymore is not because of money, but rather the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;attitude as a friend&lt;/span&gt; which I cannot accept. Let's just say that we don't even click as a normal friend and there's nothing that's worth saving the friendship. But I know he wouldn't think that way coz.....yeah, he still hasn't changed. Same ol same ol him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783720037053549836-327902572072879325?l=dutchess1204.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/feeds/327902572072879325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783720037053549836&amp;postID=327902572072879325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783720037053549836/posts/default/327902572072879325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783720037053549836/posts/default/327902572072879325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/2010/08/heres-what-i-think.html' title='Here&apos;s what I think'/><author><name>FatLouie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15293288174854273805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/TULW_ABJbUI/AAAAAAAAA5c/E2qb69NQj0s/s220/pull%2Bup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783720037053549836.post-9177619949934410502</id><published>2010-08-13T13:24:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T15:10:22.964+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DM transformation camp'/><title type='text'>DM's Camp WOD 120810</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yesterday's workout was kinda extreme. As usual, we started with some series of warm-up which involves lotsa squats and jumps, which I really dislike, honestly speaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My legs are not really that strong (I assume) because whenever there are leg workouts I'll only need 1 minute to sweat, like I've been working out for 15-30mins. Does that happen to you? Well, not that I mind about sweating fast. Just curious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to DM's camp, after feeling all the slight sores from side jump and squats, we moved to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Station #1&lt;/span&gt; (this is where the actual workout begun) where Coach Herny has prepared us 3 workouts : &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;15 Vertical Jump, 50 Prisoner Squats, 15 Close-Grip Push-Up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we moved to Station #1, I remember DM said in our warm-up sets, "Keep going. After this no more squats." So when I was doing prisoner squats, my mind went back to what he said earlier. Was it squats he said, or lunges? hehehe....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on we &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;jogged&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Station #2 &lt;/span&gt;doing &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;50 forward lunges, 30/45secs of cross-body mountain climber, 50 back lunges and 30/45secs of spiderman climb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;By this sets, I was already out of breath and at the back of my mind, I kept on saluting those Muslims who can actually did what I did W.I.T.H.O.U.T drinking any water. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Memang salute ar! &lt;/span&gt;You know, by the end of the workout, I can feel my thigh is like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bengkak-ing&lt;/span&gt;, if you know what I mean. Like, muscle-inflamed like that. The sweats no need to say lah. Dripping like tap water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, we jogged to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Station #3. &lt;/span&gt;Already kept on thinking when will this thing end. Luckily only 2 workouts which is &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;50 squats and 15 push-ups. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Station #4, &lt;/span&gt;we did &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;45secs of plank push-up and 100 jumping jacks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Crazy or not? Crazy&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, the earlier workout was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;15 push-ups and bear crawl&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;from 1 cone to the other. And there are 4 cones!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone always grunt whenever Coach DM or Coach Herny said that we'll be doing bear crawl or crab crawl. The workout itself is like upside-down with our butt so high up (which is not suppose to be) like, I quote, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mount KK.&lt;/span&gt; Our brain also become upside-down after the workout. hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really fun to see everyone working out together, some has higher spirit than others, some are getting fitter than the others, some are improving from "dunno how to sweat" to "sweat like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;air terjun&lt;/span&gt;". Renae, you feel it ya? *wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how everyone will be in their 6th month. Hmmm.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More dates next Tuesday ya? And I want longan can?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. I'll try to post some pics while we working out.&lt;br /&gt;Gotta find some photographer here. Any volunteer?&lt;br /&gt;Payment : a box of dates + watermelon :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783720037053549836-9177619949934410502?l=dutchess1204.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/feeds/9177619949934410502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783720037053549836&amp;postID=9177619949934410502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783720037053549836/posts/default/9177619949934410502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783720037053549836/posts/default/9177619949934410502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/2010/08/dms-camp-wod-120810.html' title='DM&apos;s Camp WOD 120810'/><author><name>FatLouie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15293288174854273805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/TULW_ABJbUI/AAAAAAAAA5c/E2qb69NQj0s/s220/pull%2Bup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783720037053549836.post-8602244931585690368</id><published>2010-08-11T22:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T22:50:12.188+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='piano'/><title type='text'>My new toy.. and no, it's not 5kg plates</title><content type='html'>Oh yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Casio digital piano. Dad bought it for me during his visit last 2 weeks. Eeee...!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;yeah...this is the softer side of me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/TGK33Ap6XOI/AAAAAAAAA2c/5OEXhPCqFiE/s1600/Image010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504163850296646882" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/TGK33Ap6XOI/AAAAAAAAA2c/5OEXhPCqFiE/s400/Image010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And it's white!! totally fit into my interior... ngek ngek ngek..... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and yes, I &lt;em&gt;tolak ke tepi &lt;/em&gt;all my barbell to make way for this new babe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783720037053549836-8602244931585690368?l=dutchess1204.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/feeds/8602244931585690368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783720037053549836&amp;postID=8602244931585690368' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783720037053549836/posts/default/8602244931585690368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783720037053549836/posts/default/8602244931585690368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-new-toy-and-no-its-not-5kg-plates.html' title='My new toy.. and no, it&apos;s not 5kg plates'/><author><name>FatLouie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15293288174854273805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/TULW_ABJbUI/AAAAAAAAA5c/E2qb69NQj0s/s220/pull%2Bup.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/TGK33Ap6XOI/AAAAAAAAA2c/5OEXhPCqFiE/s72-c/Image010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783720037053549836.post-355372026884262207</id><published>2010-08-11T21:30:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T22:38:21.208+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gym'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='xclusive fitness'/><title type='text'>Xclusive FitnesZ</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yeap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to check out Xclusive Fitnesz gym last Sunday. The first impression when I walked in was, "Wow....hardcore gym."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coz :-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;No air-con, which I like. (That's why I say it's hardcore coz it's unlike other typical commercial gym, very nicely decorated with mirror top, bottom, left and right and full-blast air-con with gays in the locker room)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Those plates I tell you, are &lt;em&gt;besi&lt;/em&gt;. Now this is what I'd call truly &lt;em&gt;angkat besi.&lt;/em&gt; No rubberized plate, no nothing. All pure metal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The thing about this gym is that, it's a result-oriented gym, rather than hard-sell commercial gym where all these membership consultants are eyeing on your purse and your signatures. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;At here, you'll be greeted by a young, energetic woman name Farah and a buff guy with american-english slang name M, which stands for Murad Zaidi - a nigger &lt;em&gt;celup&lt;/em&gt;. hehe.... &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;He told me that they are in the midst of "refurbishing" the gym. Basically, they'll be changing some of the machines which are quite old (the previous owner of this gym was Malik Noor), and will be bringing in some of the bootcamps stuff ie sandbags, friggin' B.I.G tyres, the whatyercallit rope and etc. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;According to them, they are actually 2 months earlier to the actual launching date. That is why the gym looks "unfinished". But it was cool. You still can workout at the gym and get sweat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Plus, they are limiting to only 200 members, reason is so that M can monitor each and everyone of their progress. Every member will have this card whereby M will be able to track his or her workout and work with the member from there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So right now, they have this promotion where you can get the membership fee from as low as RM99 per month, which inclusive of the gym, dance class (not sure what they have at the mo), kick-boxing class, muay thai and bootcamp. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;M said they'll have CrossFit but from the way I heard from him, doesn't sound like a CrossFit to me. Please, correct me if I'm wrong coz I'm not here to condemn anyone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I asked him if he's gonna have WOD just like PushMore and he said no. But he got kettlebell. :) That's why I wanna wait and see what CrossFit is like over here at Xclusive Fitnesz, then only I'll decide whether or not to join. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;By then, if I were too late for the RM99 promotion, I'll settle with RM126 per month, but still it's cheaper than combining Gym + CrossFit + Kick Boxing altogether. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And M did mention that Simran from Australia Military Bootcamp will be there as well, as trainer. Dunno what exactly the arrangement but... we'll see. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh. By the way, this gym is at Stadium Shah Alam. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yeah. Far for me too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Which is the second reason for me to think twice about joining. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/TGKnP8KyruI/AAAAAAAAA2E/bptU4M3UgpM/s1600/Image021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504145586891435746" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/TGKnP8KyruI/AAAAAAAAA2E/bptU4M3UgpM/s400/Image021.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Muay Thai area, if I'm not mistaken, and opposite it will be CrossFit area&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/TGKnPjNJvuI/AAAAAAAAA18/hjor6SL1VVE/s1600/Image017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504145580190449378" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/TGKnPjNJvuI/AAAAAAAAA18/hjor6SL1VVE/s400/Image017.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dancing class area&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/TGKnPXm2O-I/AAAAAAAAA10/luGAdQNrIm0/s1600/Image015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504145577076997090" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/TGKnPXm2O-I/AAAAAAAAA10/luGAdQNrIm0/s400/Image015.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kick Boxing area&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/TGKnPPzAd8I/AAAAAAAAA1s/CsU9PYyr-Rg/s1600/Image013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504145574980515778" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/TGKnPPzAd8I/AAAAAAAAA1s/CsU9PYyr-Rg/s400/Image013.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Open-Air gym&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/TGKnOu2UGVI/AAAAAAAAA1k/oLhuNoUMtDY/s1600/Image012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504145566136015186" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/TGKnOu2UGVI/AAAAAAAAA1k/oLhuNoUMtDY/s400/Image012.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Weight training area &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Maybe you guys can check out M's website for more info : &lt;a href="http://www.muradzaidi.com/"&gt;http://www.muradzaidi.com/&lt;/a&gt; or find them in FB under Xclusive Fitnesz.&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/8783720037053549836-355372026884262207?l=dutchess1204.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/feeds/355372026884262207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783720037053549836&amp;postID=355372026884262207' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783720037053549836/posts/default/355372026884262207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783720037053549836/posts/default/355372026884262207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/2010/08/xclusive-fitnesz.html' title='Xclusive FitnesZ'/><author><name>FatLouie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15293288174854273805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/TULW_ABJbUI/AAAAAAAAA5c/E2qb69NQj0s/s220/pull%2Bup.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/TGKnP8KyruI/AAAAAAAAA2E/bptU4M3UgpM/s72-c/Image021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783720037053549836.post-5321416988549773736</id><published>2010-08-04T10:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T11:03:30.424+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='workout'/><title type='text'>Yes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And so, according to my friend, this new gym at Shah Alam is a combination of weight training + crossfit. But crossfit will only "arrive" at their gym after &lt;em&gt;puasa&lt;/em&gt; (fasting) month. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My friend's cousin is giving me a 3-days trial and might checking it out next week. And guess what? Their fee is only RM126 per month! That's for both CrossFit and Weight Training. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Like, dirt cheap ok? &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Coz Pushmore's membership fee is RM150 per month and if I wanna do weight training at the gym, I'll have to fork out another RM150 per month, which totals up to RM300 per month. Not forgetting DM's camp which is another RM247. &lt;em&gt;(yeah, Aizan. Talked to DM and he said it's too soon to judge anything in just 1 month. Gotta continue doing to see results if it works for me or not. So yeah, I'm back in the game again...heehe)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I might be, and I quote, a fitness junkie wannabe, and unless I'm a millionaire's daughter, I will just have to choose whatever works best for me. Can't have best of both worlds right? In this case, 3 worlds. hehe...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Something to enlighten you guys. This is a conversation between my high-heel-in-gym friend and the Shah Alam trainer.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Trainer&lt;/strong&gt; : Which celebrity's body that you admire and would like to achieve? Jessica Alba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friend&lt;/strong&gt; : No. Gisele Bunchen. &lt;/brp&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Trainer&lt;/strong&gt; : (-_-") Typical woman. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My friend is only 5'2 tall. hehehhe......&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Hey! I'm not mocking her ok? I myself am also only 5'2 but all IFBBs are around that height also. nnggeeeeee..........&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783720037053549836-5321416988549773736?l=dutchess1204.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/feeds/5321416988549773736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783720037053549836&amp;postID=5321416988549773736' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783720037053549836/posts/default/5321416988549773736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783720037053549836/posts/default/5321416988549773736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/2010/08/yes.html' title='Yes!'/><author><name>FatLouie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15293288174854273805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/TULW_ABJbUI/AAAAAAAAA5c/E2qb69NQj0s/s220/pull%2Bup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783720037053549836.post-4163593103513210084</id><published>2010-08-03T10:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T10:23:25.347+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mood'/><title type='text'>sigh</title><content type='html'>:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/8783720037053549836-4163593103513210084?l=dutchess1204.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/feeds/4163593103513210084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783720037053549836&amp;postID=4163593103513210084' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783720037053549836/posts/default/4163593103513210084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783720037053549836/posts/default/4163593103513210084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/2010/08/sigh.html' title='sigh'/><author><name>FatLouie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15293288174854273805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/TULW_ABJbUI/AAAAAAAAA5c/E2qb69NQj0s/s220/pull%2Bup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783720037053549836.post-5039119891285313899</id><published>2010-08-01T18:23:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T17:10:05.772+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crossfit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pushmore'/><title type='text'>I miss Pushmore a.k.a CrossFit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Just bought &lt;em&gt;Muscle &amp;amp; Fitness Hers&lt;/em&gt; mag and there was one article which wrote about a Fitness Olympic Champion &lt;em&gt;Adela Garcia&lt;/em&gt; tries out CrossFit for the very first time. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Even her, as a champion, with all the bulging muscles,claim she was tired when she tried out WOD "Sick...Mean...Hateful". &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It goes like this :- &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Directions : Complete three five-minute rounds, performing each exercise for one minute as prescribed. Rest for 60 secs between rounds. Count your reps on each exercise and tally all three rounds to calculate your final score. See if you can beat Adela's score of 190. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Round 1&lt;/strong&gt; : Burpee, Box Jump, Wall Ball, Burpee, Wall Ball &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Round 2&lt;/strong&gt; : Box Jump, Ball Slam, Burpee, Wall Ball, Ball Slam &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Round 3&lt;/strong&gt; : Wall Ball, Burpee, Ball Slam, Box Jump, Burpee &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Adela's Score Sheet&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Round 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Burpees : 25&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Box Jumps : 11&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Wall Ball : 8&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Burpees : 14&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Wall Ball : 10&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sub-Total : 68&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Round 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Box Jumps : 15&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ball Slam : 13&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Burpees : 11&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Wall Ball : 6&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ball Slam : 11&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sub-total : 56&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Round 3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Wall Ball : 15&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Burpees : 13&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ball Slam : 12&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Box Jumps : 11&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Burpees : 15&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sub-total : 66&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TOTAL : 190&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And you would think that she's like superb right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;WRONG!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Turn out, it was Becca Voigt, assistant instructor of CrossFit, who coach Adela, scored 268!! &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Amazing isn't she? &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Watch this vid (I dunno how to paste it here, but click on link and you'll see the video)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.muscleandfitnesshers.com/adela_garcia_crossfit/videos/20/"&gt;http://www.muscleandfitnesshers.com/adela_garcia_crossfit/videos/20/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;All I wanna say is that, you may be carrying the heaviest weight but when it comes to CrossFit, it's another story. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So I'm thinking of combining both CrossFit and Weight Training into my workouts. One thing good about CrossFit is that, their WODs are intense and short, which I like. Save time for busy people like us. Some ladies I saw in CrossFit may not look like Adela Garcia, all lean and muscular, but they are mighty strong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I promise myself that I would want to be able to do "FRAN" : Thruster and Pull-ups in x amount of time, as much reps as I can go, as time goes by. But I've stopped PushMore 3 months ago when I started my new job, due to the working hour and also the price. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'll be checking out one new upcoming gym at Shah Alam this week. Dunno if it's another CrossFit Studio, since my friend, a newbie in gym, who practically falls under "wear-high-heel-to-gym" category (hehe..that's why I was surprised when she told she has joined there!) said it doesn't look like a typical commercial gym. &lt;p&gt;So, we'll see. :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;p.s. I've missed WOD073110 which consists of Thrusters, Pull-ups and Deadlift. Argh! (well, not that I'm a member or anything..hehehe)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783720037053549836-5039119891285313899?l=dutchess1204.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/feeds/5039119891285313899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783720037053549836&amp;postID=5039119891285313899' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783720037053549836/posts/default/5039119891285313899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783720037053549836/posts/default/5039119891285313899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-miss-pushmore-aka-crossfit.html' title='I miss Pushmore a.k.a CrossFit'/><author><name>FatLouie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15293288174854273805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/TULW_ABJbUI/AAAAAAAAA5c/E2qb69NQj0s/s220/pull%2Bup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783720037053549836.post-6355183721428676050</id><published>2010-07-31T09:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T10:20:38.131+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>It's a mistake!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Honestly, it was a B.I.G. mistakes of hiring a new staff who is a very good friend to the existing staff. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(a) The old staff is "influencing" the new staff in everyway, from going to toilet together-gether down gossipping inside the pantry together-gether &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(b) New staff having lunch, old staff not feeling hungry yet, but since want to be together-gether, the new staff asks the old staff to just join her, &lt;em&gt;lepaking&lt;/em&gt;. Being close friend and tired of working (which I doubt it), old staff join new staff for 1hr lunch. Then old staff take another 1hr of HER OWN lunch time. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(c) Old staff wants to have tea time, ask the new staff to go &lt;em&gt;pasar malam&lt;/em&gt; with her and eat together-gether at 5pm.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Complain also no use. I'm feeling very demotivated day after day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783720037053549836-6355183721428676050?l=dutchess1204.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/feeds/6355183721428676050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783720037053549836&amp;postID=6355183721428676050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783720037053549836/posts/default/6355183721428676050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783720037053549836/posts/default/6355183721428676050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/2010/07/its-mistake.html' title='It&apos;s a mistake!!'/><author><name>FatLouie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15293288174854273805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/TULW_ABJbUI/AAAAAAAAA5c/E2qb69NQj0s/s220/pull%2Bup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783720037053549836.post-5580293117844890150</id><published>2010-07-28T14:07:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T15:11:19.969+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>What's on my mind?</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Super boring at the office, right now, at this very moment. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I've officially confirmed a friend of mine who has the highest level of &lt;em&gt;poyo&lt;/em&gt;-ness. Ask me to go for outing with her, and already so &lt;em&gt;gan cheong&lt;/em&gt; setting dates, places and all, suddenly... ya. You know the ending lar, since she's like, &lt;em&gt;poyo&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2 days without nescafe! aarrggghhh!!! Instructions from my beloved "trainer". To go on days without nescafe for 2 weeks. No wonder lah I feel like something's missing! &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today I wear like &lt;em&gt;ah so.&lt;/em&gt; Time to update wardrobe! &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Just got fucking stupid customer call-in and complain about our services. Stupid mother fucker! Spoil my day! Dah.. I want my nescafe! Pasal pompuan tua ni lar I'm adding in fats into my body. B****!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783720037053549836-5580293117844890150?l=dutchess1204.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/feeds/5580293117844890150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783720037053549836&amp;postID=5580293117844890150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783720037053549836/posts/default/5580293117844890150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783720037053549836/posts/default/5580293117844890150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/2010/07/whats-on-my-mind.html' title='What&apos;s on my mind?'/><author><name>FatLouie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15293288174854273805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/TULW_ABJbUI/AAAAAAAAA5c/E2qb69NQj0s/s220/pull%2Bup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783720037053549836.post-6497929258169027435</id><published>2010-07-23T19:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T19:32:36.311+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Time for some colors!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hm.. this background matches both my stability ball and yoga mat... hehehe. What a coincidence!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783720037053549836-6497929258169027435?l=dutchess1204.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/feeds/6497929258169027435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783720037053549836&amp;postID=6497929258169027435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783720037053549836/posts/default/6497929258169027435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783720037053549836/posts/default/6497929258169027435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/2010/07/time-for-some-colors.html' title='Time for some colors!'/><author><name>FatLouie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15293288174854273805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/TULW_ABJbUI/AAAAAAAAA5c/E2qb69NQj0s/s220/pull%2Bup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783720037053549836.post-7173987028599133671</id><published>2010-07-23T16:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T16:50:48.196+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gym'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='workout'/><title type='text'>2 updates!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; An addition to my humble home-gym equipment &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;TA DA~~~!!!! &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/TElMyudB5KI/AAAAAAAAA00/j50B1gofxxU/s1600/IMG_0003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497009254529361058" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/TElMyudB5KI/AAAAAAAAA00/j50B1gofxxU/s400/IMG_0003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 6" barbell with 10kg plates on each sides&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't used it yet. This BB with this weight is good for dealifts. FC was out of stock when I asked for 5kg plates. Only got 1.25kg, 7.5kg and 10kg. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Definitely can't do thruster with these weights, yet. Still at the beginner's stage.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;BB squats has been one of my favourite workout, but while waiting for DIY ideas to come in so that I can have a squat stand / squat rack, a Bulgarian Barbell squat or Barbell Lunges can be the another alternatives. Good for glutes and thigh muscles.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I'm still thinking of ways how to work on Inverted Rows with this BB. Usually, I'll need some stand to place the BB steadily to do this workout. It's good for my pull-ups. But in the meantime, I'll take Bata's advice to train for pull-ups : negative pull-ups and kipping pull-up. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Daily Muscle's Transformation Camp Workout 220710 &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We did the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ke-ra-ziest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; workout yesterday. I can't even believe (till now) that I actually manage to do all these workouts without any water break. Of coz, we did it in a group, having other campers motivating each other. All I remember was huffing and puffing all the way. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This is what we did (not in order):- &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;50 reverse lunges&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;50 squats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (we thought 15 squats. So happy already, till Coach Herny said, "Where got people do 15 squats?!" hahaha...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;20 Burpees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;15 Jumps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (we did Jumping Jacks)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;20 Push Ups&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;60 Jumping Jacks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1 min plank (front)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;20 secs side planks (each side)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;45 secs run in place (high knees) &lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(On top of these, we did other workout before and after. I remember spiderman push-up and plank push-up after this) &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We lost to White Team by few secs. Coach DM and Herny asked the White Team, what kind of punishment they wanna give us? &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"1 min water break," they said. God bless their good heart! :) &lt;p&gt;And I challenge you to do this, NON-STOP. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But you know what? Though I was puffing and huffing and cursing during the workout, I always went home happy. I was in better mood, I wasn't &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; tired, and I feel like I've achieved what I want on that particular day. The best feeling in the whole wide world! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;No, I'm not joking. I'm a sour-puss, if you don't know. hehehe....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This is the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BEST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; fitness investment of my life so far. Worth every penny! &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;p.s. DM didn't pay me for promoting this. Everything is from the heart! *wink*&lt;/span&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/8783720037053549836-7173987028599133671?l=dutchess1204.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/feeds/7173987028599133671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783720037053549836&amp;postID=7173987028599133671' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783720037053549836/posts/default/7173987028599133671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783720037053549836/posts/default/7173987028599133671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/2010/07/2-updates.html' title='2 updates!'/><author><name>FatLouie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15293288174854273805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/TULW_ABJbUI/AAAAAAAAA5c/E2qb69NQj0s/s220/pull%2Bup.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/TElMyudB5KI/AAAAAAAAA00/j50B1gofxxU/s72-c/IMG_0003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783720037053549836.post-919173185464760855</id><published>2010-07-17T09:47:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T09:58:58.667+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='workout'/><title type='text'>Tomorrow...I promise (myself)!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tomorrow... I'll go buy the damn barbell at Fitness Concept. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;About time. At first, I was thinking of buying an Olympic 20kg barbell and squat stand from Pushmore. But guess what? These 2 items are enough to use up my whole month of salary! &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Aiyaiyaiyai...no can do. So, I thought, I'll just buy the 6kg barbell, then load up on the plates. It comes to the same "concept of weight" right? &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I mean, I'm doing 36kg barbell squat, so usually, I'll use the 20kg BB + 8kg plates (each sides). So right now, if I'm getting the 6kg BB, that means I need to have ..... &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;30kg of plates = 10kg x 2 nos and 5kg x 2 nos. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In FC, this is their price on Rubberized Plate : &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;0.50kg : RM 5.10&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1.25kg : RM 12.75&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2.50kg : RM25.50&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;5kg : RM51.00&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;7.5kg : RM76.50&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;10.00kg : RM102.00 &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Oh man! At least RM306. Damn!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Ok. We'll see. Will keep you update!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;p.s. I'm so gonna work on the thruster once I get the bb. nggeeeee.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783720037053549836-919173185464760855?l=dutchess1204.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/feeds/919173185464760855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783720037053549836&amp;postID=919173185464760855' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783720037053549836/posts/default/919173185464760855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783720037053549836/posts/default/919173185464760855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/2010/07/tomorrowi-promise-myself.html' title='Tomorrow...I promise (myself)!'/><author><name>FatLouie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15293288174854273805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/TULW_ABJbUI/AAAAAAAAA5c/E2qb69NQj0s/s220/pull%2Bup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783720037053549836.post-1906511258715596284</id><published>2010-07-15T10:08:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T21:54:46.906+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='workout'/><title type='text'>An interesting idea</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I've thought of one very interesting idea (at least to me) few days back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I was thinking about motivation during workout and I always complain (to myself) that no friends who share the same "vision" with me when it comes to weight training. Probably I haven't found one, but in these 3 years of working-out, I've yet to come across with one.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I'm not talking about guys, coz obviously, guys are more into weight training compare to girls. And they have different vision compare to girls'. Correcto?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I mean, I don't want to be the one who gets in their way during training anyway. So better to find my own kind of girl who targetting on the same thing - muscle gain.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;So suddenly, I've thought of a friend, Aizan (&lt;a href="http://fitnessjunkiewannabe.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://fitnessjunkiewannabe.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;) who is basically, has really high metabolic rate, hence very difficult to gain weight, and definitely into muscle gain.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I need someone to help me with my pull-ups and definitely could use a little help on the motivation part, while she (might) needs a spotter for her barbell squat. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;She said to work out the details, coz we both stay really far, and she's no longer a gym member, plus mine gonna expire soon in August 2010. So......&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I guess it'll be fun! Don't you think?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Or anyone else wanna be my training partner? Feel free to join! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783720037053549836-1906511258715596284?l=dutchess1204.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/feeds/1906511258715596284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783720037053549836&amp;postID=1906511258715596284' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783720037053549836/posts/default/1906511258715596284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783720037053549836/posts/default/1906511258715596284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/2010/07/interesting-idea.html' title='An interesting idea'/><author><name>FatLouie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15293288174854273805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/TULW_ABJbUI/AAAAAAAAA5c/E2qb69NQj0s/s220/pull%2Bup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783720037053549836.post-7378841183986032751</id><published>2010-07-08T09:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T09:53:55.067+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='facebook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Sorry Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Recently I have made whatever-name-under-the-sky friends lists in FB. My main point is to categorize friends and I get to choose whoever can see my wall. And also to protect my privacy over the internet. &lt;p&gt;I just dunno why, throughout the years as I grow up, there is always some petty little human who just....I dunno, hate me? Maybe I &lt;em&gt;am&lt;/em&gt; really that a bitch. *shrug* &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There is actually one person who likes to report to my mom about what I said about my status. It's not that I tell people about the darkest secrets or whatever. I &lt;em&gt;still&lt;/em&gt; know what can be said and what can't be said over the internet. But the way that this person reporting to my mom, it's like she got nothing else better to do than going around backstabbing and gossipping about people. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Plus, I can honestly tell you that, whatever I said in my status, my mom knows it. Literally. She definitely knows what happened in my life and giving me the best-est advice as a mom can gives. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So if you see that you can no longer see my wall post, it means I've already blocked you from involving in my life. It's better that you mind your business anyway. Very sorry. And if you think that you wanna remove me from your friends' list, please go ahead. Then I'll know that you are not worth being my friend. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This is definitely my motto, how I &lt;em&gt;survive&lt;/em&gt; in my life. I do not treat people badly unless people treats me that way. Period.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783720037053549836-7378841183986032751?l=dutchess1204.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/feeds/7378841183986032751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783720037053549836&amp;postID=7378841183986032751' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783720037053549836/posts/default/7378841183986032751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783720037053549836/posts/default/7378841183986032751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/2010/07/sorry-friend.html' title='Sorry Friend'/><author><name>FatLouie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15293288174854273805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/TULW_ABJbUI/AAAAAAAAA5c/E2qb69NQj0s/s220/pull%2Bup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783720037053549836.post-242358639607270990</id><published>2010-06-30T15:11:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T15:27:06.079+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DM'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='transformation camp'/><title type='text'>I've joined!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;DM's Body Transformation Camp!!! &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/TCruNN7cgKI/AAAAAAAAA0s/TcoUWCsEOPo/s1600/transformationcamp-logo.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 87px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488461006749073570" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/TCruNN7cgKI/AAAAAAAAA0s/TcoUWCsEOPo/s400/transformationcamp-logo.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Eeeyeap...you heard it right. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you were given a choice, which one will you choose?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(a) Signing up for Personal Training sessions at commercial gym which priced at RM100 per session (and believe me, you'll need at least 24-36 sessions in order to see results)?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(b) Slimming centre where you'll need to fork out at least few thousands to shed those pounds?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(c) DM's camp at RM297 for unlimited sessions in a month with him, with weekly coaching program and &lt;em&gt;curi&lt;/em&gt; his fitness tips?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;No prize for guessing right which I've chosen! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In case you are wondering what this is all about, head over to this website : &lt;a href="http://www.dailymuscle.com/transformationcamp/"&gt;http://www.dailymuscle.com/transformationcamp/&lt;/a&gt; and read more about it. Definitely for people who want to lose weight and get lean, people like me! &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mind you, it's not the Australia Military-Inspired Bootcamp that goes Hooyah! and need you to wake up so super early in the morning type of bootcamp. It's totally different; first off, you don't need to wake up so early. The session starts at 6:30pm - 7:30pm at ... get this ... Taman Rimba Kiara park! &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I dunno about you, but this place is near to my house. *widest grin* And I've actually discussed with my boss about starting work at 9am so that I can get off at 6pm and join DM's camp by 630pm. She agreed! &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I can go on about this but I'll just leave to DM's website to explain all about this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So friggin' excited! &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh! In case you are wondering, you can sign up now so that you can start training next Tuesday 6 July 2010 with me! (chhheeeaaaa...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;p.s. DM can consider give me some commission for promoting his camp. *wink* &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/8783720037053549836-242358639607270990?l=dutchess1204.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/feeds/242358639607270990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783720037053549836&amp;postID=242358639607270990' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783720037053549836/posts/default/242358639607270990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783720037053549836/posts/default/242358639607270990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/2010/06/ive-joined.html' title='I&apos;ve joined!!'/><author><name>FatLouie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15293288174854273805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/TULW_ABJbUI/AAAAAAAAA5c/E2qb69NQj0s/s220/pull%2Bup.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/TCruNN7cgKI/AAAAAAAAA0s/TcoUWCsEOPo/s72-c/transformationcamp-logo.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783720037053549836.post-2964690187862666308</id><published>2010-06-30T09:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T14:10:40.690+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>I get really cranky when...</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I got stucked in the jam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Really wasting a hell lot of my time. Never fail to make me wonder how will it be if I were at my hometown at 8pm. I'd have had my dinner 1.5 hours before, watching tv, lepaking with my friends and so forth. No stress. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;People, whom I think should work harder than me, work less than me.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(I'm not gonna elaborate further. Sensitive issue.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;People expect so much from me when the fact that I only have 2 hands with 1 brain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I'm tired being me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783720037053549836-2964690187862666308?l=dutchess1204.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/feeds/2964690187862666308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783720037053549836&amp;postID=2964690187862666308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783720037053549836/posts/default/2964690187862666308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783720037053549836/posts/default/2964690187862666308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-get-really-cranky-when.html' title='I get really cranky when...'/><author><name>FatLouie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15293288174854273805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/TULW_ABJbUI/AAAAAAAAA5c/E2qb69NQj0s/s220/pull%2Bup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783720037053549836.post-6740641124936318460</id><published>2010-06-23T10:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T22:47:40.137+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bitch'/><title type='text'>Will the real bitch E.L. please stand up?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;She is the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;most fucking &lt;em&gt;perasan&lt;/em&gt; old hag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in the world that I have ever seen. She got worse as time goes by. Still think so friggin highly of herself. Still always think she's always right. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I think she's blind.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I think she's bloody stupid too. People at her &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;super old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; age should be able to read other people's body language easier than younger people. Some more in sales and marketing line, where you meet a lot of people and you can decipher their facial expression. &lt;em&gt;Buat malu orang sales jer. Buat malu kaum jer. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Know why I said that?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;On that day, I didn't want to acknowledge her existence when she walked past me, mainly because I hate her to guts!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;But you know what she said to other people? The old pathetic bitch said that I felt guilty (for not looking at her) for what I've scolded her 2 years ago. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Ppppffftttttt!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I wonder what kind of species in this world that can actually think of this kind reason just to make herself feel good? I really wonder.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;She's beyond repair. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Can somebody just slap her for me? Thank you very much.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;And I thank whoever that create blogs because I can actually tell the world about this super dense, narcisist, egoistic old woman. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;And she can't attack me coz how the hell she knows I'm talking about her anyway? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Siapa makan cili, dia lah terasa pedas.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;nnngeeehhhhhh......&lt;/span&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/8783720037053549836-6740641124936318460?l=dutchess1204.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/feeds/6740641124936318460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783720037053549836&amp;postID=6740641124936318460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783720037053549836/posts/default/6740641124936318460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783720037053549836/posts/default/6740641124936318460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/2010/06/will-real-bitch-el-please-stand-up.html' title='Will the real bitch E.L. please stand up?'/><author><name>FatLouie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15293288174854273805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/TULW_ABJbUI/AAAAAAAAA5c/E2qb69NQj0s/s220/pull%2Bup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783720037053549836.post-9219042913411397521</id><published>2010-06-22T22:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T22:13:47.587+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='workout'/><title type='text'>WOD 220610</title><content type='html'>*writing with trembling fingers and body*&lt;br /&gt;*so tired that I could fall asleep in just a sec*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note : Follow Pushmore's WOD 220610&lt;br /&gt;Note 2 : Did it at home. Finally bought a skipping rope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Warm Up&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30 double unders&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Real Stuff&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every minute, on every minute, for 20 minutes do :&lt;br /&gt;7 Handstand Push Ups&lt;br /&gt;7 Kettlebell Swings @ 32kg / 20kg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;My record :&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Results : 10 rounds of :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 Push Ups (sub for HSPU)&lt;br /&gt;7 Dumbell Swings @ 10kg (sub for KB)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sleep*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783720037053549836-9219042913411397521?l=dutchess1204.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/feeds/9219042913411397521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783720037053549836&amp;postID=9219042913411397521' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783720037053549836/posts/default/9219042913411397521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783720037053549836/posts/default/9219042913411397521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/2010/06/wod-220610.html' title='WOD 220610'/><author><name>FatLouie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15293288174854273805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/TULW_ABJbUI/AAAAAAAAA5c/E2qb69NQj0s/s220/pull%2Bup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783720037053549836.post-8586967780788491168</id><published>2010-06-17T22:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T15:29:37.641+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>I know it's been a while</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2 weeks of eat-whatever-I-want since my mom is here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2 weeks of not-go-to-gym. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;My life is a bit &lt;em&gt;kelam-kabut&lt;/em&gt; lately, so that is why I didn't update my blog. I've got a lot to talk about, but believe me, I have an instinct that it's kinda dangerous to just spill everything here.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;My new mid-year resolution (chea...got such thing meh?) will be going back to my workout routine of 3 days a week. Can't stand not seeing the definition on my abs anymore. bbwaahhhh!!!!! All my 2 years of training going down in the drain.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;That is why I am waiting so super anxiously for Daily Muscle's Body Transformation Camp. Launch it already!! hehehe.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783720037053549836-8586967780788491168?l=dutchess1204.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/feeds/8586967780788491168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783720037053549836&amp;postID=8586967780788491168' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783720037053549836/posts/default/8586967780788491168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783720037053549836/posts/default/8586967780788491168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-know-its-been-while.html' title='I know it&apos;s been a while'/><author><name>FatLouie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15293288174854273805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/TULW_ABJbUI/AAAAAAAAA5c/E2qb69NQj0s/s220/pull%2Bup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783720037053549836.post-898259606573775317</id><published>2010-06-13T11:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T11:20:21.713+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>About time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;That this blogspot comes up with new design.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't really have much time exploring the layout. So I'll just roughly &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cincai-ly&lt;/span&gt; choose whatever I think is nice at the mo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783720037053549836-898259606573775317?l=dutchess1204.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/feeds/898259606573775317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783720037053549836&amp;postID=898259606573775317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783720037053549836/posts/default/898259606573775317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783720037053549836/posts/default/898259606573775317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/2010/06/about-time.html' title='About time'/><author><name>FatLouie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15293288174854273805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/TULW_ABJbUI/AAAAAAAAA5c/E2qb69NQj0s/s220/pull%2Bup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783720037053549836.post-1415955666050689768</id><published>2010-06-07T23:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T23:22:28.441+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>so fast give up??!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Almost. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The thing that I always hate about this job is that I always have to beg. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Internal customer, I have to beg to get my things done. I have to smile even when talking over the phone just to please them so that they'll get my things done. (In this job, I have to go through different department to get my things done. I don't really prefer this, unless people are really cooperative enough. I just dunno why the hell I went back to my old company, which I have left 2 years ago) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;External customer, you &lt;em&gt;kena maki hamun&lt;/em&gt; also you have put on a smile face in front of them. For me, I don't give a damn. Recently I dealt with a super biatch who has been repeating the same fucking sentences in front me ever since I met her a month ago : "I am an architect you know? Don't fool me. I've been in the industry for 20 years!" So? A D.I.P.L.O.M.A architect only. I got a degree which you don't know! Just go and see yourself in the mirror lah. Don't be such a brag! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am an extremely impatient woman and this thing grows stronger and stronger in me day after day. That is why I always job hop. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;nggeeeeee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's not good.&lt;br /&gt;I don't like it either. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But I can't help it. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Let's see how long I can stand this. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Deep down, I knew I just shouldn't accept this offer at the very first place. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Work here one time is enough to expose myself to the ugly politics, favouritism, people with working attitude problem and bla bla bla.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Period.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783720037053549836-1415955666050689768?l=dutchess1204.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/feeds/1415955666050689768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783720037053549836&amp;postID=1415955666050689768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783720037053549836/posts/default/1415955666050689768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783720037053549836/posts/default/1415955666050689768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/2010/06/so-fast-give-up.html' title='so fast give up??!'/><author><name>FatLouie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15293288174854273805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/TULW_ABJbUI/AAAAAAAAA5c/E2qb69NQj0s/s220/pull%2Bup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783720037053549836.post-7866894955514197930</id><published>2010-05-31T18:28:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T13:05:39.916+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bali'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'>Days at Bali</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477382376595657298" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/TAOSQEf4ElI/AAAAAAAAAxM/GJxcMXVDtt0/s400/IMG_6173.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2nd night @ Kudeta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1st expensive and luxurious restaurant we went to which is facing the ocean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3 beef burfer and 1 salmon salad, 4 drinks, costs us Rp1mil++ = RM380++.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Go one time enough. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477382382738399826" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/TAOSQbYa4lI/AAAAAAAAAxU/2Dh5TSF09Z8/s400/IMG_6295.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3rd day afternoon at Kudeta Beach, after having my salmon salad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The expensive lunch remember? &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477382901054741298" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/TAOSumQqmzI/AAAAAAAAAx8/yRj9OoTk7Rs/s400/IMG_6381.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3rd night at Alila, Uluwatu. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The most nicest place I've ever been too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think this place won architecture awards. Everything is recycled.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2nd most expensive restaurant we went to. Also cost us more than Rp1mil for 4 person. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477382890014367826" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/TAOSt9Ib4FI/AAAAAAAAAxs/5ADlBFe8jAY/s400/IMG_6356.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The other part of Alila.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hanging lounge, facing the ocean. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477382886028897202" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/TAOStuSOa7I/AAAAAAAAAxk/wE9VWeFerfY/s400/IMG_6349.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gave you insect repellent spray and body lotion, fan and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;some appetizers. All FREE! &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477382893454005586" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/TAOSuJ8glVI/AAAAAAAAAx0/VXDFS8Luyi4/s400/IMG_6401.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bloody small portion of ayam kampung.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My bf's meal was even worse. Ordered lamb like the size of 2 pingpong balls. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477382907529911010" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/TAOSu-Yd2uI/AAAAAAAAAyE/MbIZl23SZQY/s400/IMG_6423.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nicely designed toilet. It's practically "open".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You just lean forward to the water, and try peeping people peeing in the next cubicle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You can't. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477385400860457554" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/TAOVAGwyulI/AAAAAAAAAyU/wwHrlNDa01E/s400/IMG_6485.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At one of the cantilevered and hanging lounge at Alila &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477385416407460274" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/TAOVBArfKbI/AAAAAAAAAyk/uUMEEOzFzZc/s400/IMG_6620.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4th day full-swing tour : 1st stop - Monkey Forest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Macam siot jer the sleeping style. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477385408526550994" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/TAOVAjUiB9I/AAAAAAAAAyc/LuQJOmWfrbI/s400/IMG_6618.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Makan kutu, tidur kutu, hidup kutu! &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477385961874609794" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/TAOVgws_VoI/AAAAAAAAAzE/vVxFh57zEeg/s400/IMG_6680.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm gonna repeat again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's the cut-throat Ubud Market (after we went to Monkey Forest) &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477385959200208402" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/TAOVgmvXNhI/AAAAAAAAAy8/P5pFO7fPqd0/s400/IMG_6666.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ubud &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477385970311017378" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/TAOVhQIYs6I/AAAAAAAAAzU/pCWu-SKtA5g/s400/IMG_6747.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Next stop : Mount Batur. The Volcano.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Having buffet lunch there. Rp88k per person + 21% tax.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Drinks not included.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Breezy over there. And nice view. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477385967249889042" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/TAOVhEujlxI/AAAAAAAAAzM/1ruo-FR15KE/s400/IMG_6741.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mount Batur &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/TAOWfoFwgnI/AAAAAAAAA0k/TABHvzpdZzQ/s1600/IMG_6857.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477387041894335090" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/TAOWfoFwgnI/AAAAAAAAA0k/TABHvzpdZzQ/s400/IMG_6857.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Next stop at night @ Jimbaran. Ordered Crab Package of Rp500 for 2pax. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Got 30% discount, and they calculated only 1 set of Crab Package,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but we ordered 2 sets of Crab Package. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cool huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/TAOWfXE0nVI/AAAAAAAAA0c/j_m8pQ6jZCM/s1600/IMG_6862.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477387037327007058" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/TAOWfXE0nVI/AAAAAAAAA0c/j_m8pQ6jZCM/s400/IMG_6862.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; @ Jimbaran&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/TAOWe3so0UI/AAAAAAAAA0U/3mRb6AKkFhE/s1600/IMG_6963.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 249px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477387028904071490" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/TAOWe3so0UI/AAAAAAAAA0U/3mRb6AKkFhE/s400/IMG_6963.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Last day, swimming at the villa. &lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477387026302176082" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/TAOWeuATC1I/AAAAAAAAA0M/LBaePMgIeHs/s400/IMG_6967.JPG" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;Leaving with super heavy luggage. 18kg!&lt;br /&gt;Of course not all was my stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;Some were my bf's. Like toiletries. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477387017803507010" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/TAOWeOWDpUI/AAAAAAAAA0E/rtzjQvy3cyc/s400/IMG_6984.JPG" /&gt; Went to this crappy spa after checking out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The very last stop before heading to airport. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783720037053549836-7866894955514197930?l=dutchess1204.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/feeds/7866894955514197930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783720037053549836&amp;postID=7866894955514197930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783720037053549836/posts/default/7866894955514197930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783720037053549836/posts/default/7866894955514197930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/2010/05/days-at-bali.html' title='Days at Bali'/><author><name>FatLouie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15293288174854273805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/TULW_ABJbUI/AAAAAAAAA5c/E2qb69NQj0s/s220/pull%2Bup.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/TAOSQEf4ElI/AAAAAAAAAxM/GJxcMXVDtt0/s72-c/IMG_6173.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783720037053549836.post-2694856617242253658</id><published>2010-05-30T11:01:00.023+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T18:27:18.705+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bali'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'>Bali for Dummies</title><content type='html'>The more travelling I do, the more dos and donts I will learnt. Remember the blogpost about bad lucks are always upon us whenever we travel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read it here : &lt;a href="http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/2009/08/top-5-1-list-of-most-disastrous-road.html"&gt;http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/2009/08/top-5-1-list-of-most-disastrous-road.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. It's a road trip. And travelling by plane is considered a trip as well, no? Here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Bali for Dummies&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Always, always&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;(and never assume)&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;check and make sure&lt;/strong&gt; that your passport is valid at least 6 months from your travel date. You'll never want to end up paying extra for the air ticket again, and going through the hassle renewing your passport during weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you were wondering. Yea. My friend, Ridhwuan (the bald head guy), assuming that his passport still can be used for this trip. His passport expires in Sept 2010. 5 months only. I can still remember his face when the airline officer told him that his passport is not valid to travel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. That's the bad luck that I'm talking about. We left him, including his girlfriend, to settle everything in KL and kept on telling him that he must come no matter what, and that we will be waiting for him to do our plans. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sunday was his battling day (we left on Saturday afternoon), from waking up at 630am, going to immigration, waited for his passport for 2 hours, then went straight to LCCT to buy another tix to Bali. He arrived Bali on Sunday night. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Phew!! Crazy ain't it? I know. hahaha! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477020394356493202" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/TAJJB7kwS5I/AAAAAAAAAtk/hbgV6N-eZek/s400/IMG_5744.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't let your gf travel alone because of an expired passport. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;See how sad she looks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477031728904878562" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/TAJTVsDrOeI/AAAAAAAAAwk/4yzhLD28WbA/s400/IMG_5742.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The Passport-Expired-Face of The Year. hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; If you intend to have a luxurious holiday trip rather than an adventurous trip, by all means, go stay at villa that comes with swimming pool. Because when you've already splurged on the accommodation, you tend to cut down on other things ie rafting, surfing, swimming with dolphins etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So I didn't get to do rafting and surfing during my trip there. :( but deep down, I was scared of the waves. It wasn't high, but it was "fierce". It'll cost me approximately RM110 for a 2hrs lesson. Tempting to do it, but people over there are soooo aggresive. The minute you walk to the beach, everyone is squirming around you in no minute, asking you to buy this, but that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And they actually sat with you, next to you, when you settle down for a quiet suntan, an kept on persuading you to buy. Like so annoying, really. Arrgghh! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;If you wanna have a quiet day by the beach, suntanning, without perverts looking at you, go to Ku De Ta beach. Not Kuta ya, it's Ku De Ta. Another luxury restaurant, full of tourists, which is facing the beach. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I was surprised that the locals there are so much more pervert compare to locals at Thai. At least, the Thais look at you like you are one of the mat sallehs in bikinis that they've seen everyday. No big deal. Locals in Bali reminds me of those illegal immigrants from my hometown. See girls and they go, "Phewit" "Hello" and stuffs like that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; If you wanna look for cheap souveniers, don't buy at Ubud Market or Tanah Lot. Go to Geneva, a laid-back so-called mall, where they sell things cheap, even though you can't nego. At Ubud Market or Tanah Lot, they start their price super high. By the time you nego to half of the price, it's still expensive compare to Geneva, and you think that you're the best negotiator in the world after the purchase. But it's not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;For example, at Ubud, I was looking for slippers for my sisters and mom, and the lady started her price at Rp30k and the last price she gave me will be Rp25k, just because I bought 4 pairs. On our last day, we went to Geneva, and saw that the same slippers sold at Rp17k!! Without you having to negotiate!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So, a lesson learnt. Next time must remember if I go there again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477041135094245906" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/TAJb5M1-qhI/AAAAAAAAAw0/ZAJRLgtlCQA/s400/IMG_6680.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is the cut-throat Ubud Market&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477024287267604098" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/TAJMkhzFxoI/AAAAAAAAAvM/eZbLGIR5PMU/s400/IMG_6663.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477041125609793858" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/TAJb4pgtaUI/AAAAAAAAAws/9ni6zf8HJa0/s400/IMG_6664.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;me with my super round face&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;p.s. I'll add more pics in my next post coz blogspot has really friggin complicated and non-user-friendly format. Add in new pics after typing my post will make all my sentences go haywire. What la! Do you guys experience the same thing? I've been editing this post for 3 effin' days now, just because of inserting pics after typing my post. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783720037053549836-2694856617242253658?l=dutchess1204.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/feeds/2694856617242253658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783720037053549836&amp;postID=2694856617242253658' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783720037053549836/posts/default/2694856617242253658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783720037053549836/posts/default/2694856617242253658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/2010/05/bali-for-dummies.html' title='Bali for Dummies'/><author><name>FatLouie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15293288174854273805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/TULW_ABJbUI/AAAAAAAAA5c/E2qb69NQj0s/s220/pull%2Bup.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/TAJJB7kwS5I/AAAAAAAAAtk/hbgV6N-eZek/s72-c/IMG_5744.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783720037053549836.post-1614105928729843160</id><published>2010-05-19T12:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T13:14:05.770+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bali'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>Bali comes in just at the right time</title><content type='html'>I had 1 problem in my new company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't say much in here coz I'm suspecting my colleagues and bosses know about my blog. But I just want to say that Bali comes in at the perfect time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783720037053549836-1614105928729843160?l=dutchess1204.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/feeds/1614105928729843160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783720037053549836&amp;postID=1614105928729843160' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783720037053549836/posts/default/1614105928729843160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783720037053549836/posts/default/1614105928729843160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/2010/05/bali-comes-in-just-at-right-time.html' title='Bali comes in just at the right time'/><author><name>FatLouie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15293288174854273805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/TULW_ABJbUI/AAAAAAAAA5c/E2qb69NQj0s/s220/pull%2Bup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783720037053549836.post-3309515752484674773</id><published>2010-05-11T12:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T12:55:19.623+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bali'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'>10 more sleeps!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;And I'll be heading to Bali. eeee!! Can't wait!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bikini. Half check.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've bought 3 already, but I think I'm gonna wear 2 coz it's the bandeau type. The other 1 is the triangle type. I don't want to end up with different tan line. So, this time, I'll be wearing the bandeau type. Very cheap only. I won't spend hundreds on a bikini. Crazy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;1 more bikini, which I've targetted at Forever21, which my friend will buy it for me today at Pavillion. Hopefully still have my size. *fingers crossed*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;New slippers. Check. &lt;/strong&gt;(And it's pink! So not me but nvm lah...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dress. Not yet.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hm...so I guess I'm not quite ready yet. But then again. Everything will be just shorts, sleeveless top, some dresses and bikinis. I just can't wait to check out the villa that we are staying. It is definitely a splurge for the whole trip, so we'll just gonna tone down on other stuffs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I thought I might wanna learn surfing over there, but looking at the price, I think I'll pass lah. Next time lah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Check out the villa. Now you know what I mean by the splurge + can't wait. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469869999903842914" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/S-jhyMfVomI/AAAAAAAAAtM/hiMJmYKT8GU/s400/suite2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Club Villa @ Seminyak entrance &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469870005136026770" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/S-jhyf-ybJI/AAAAAAAAAtU/CckK8u2Xfpw/s400/suite4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Cum&lt;/strike&gt; Comes with private pool &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469869991228865650" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/S-jhxsLD_HI/AAAAAAAAAtE/l_DtYotxXho/s400/suite1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Imagining sun-tanning here. Heaven!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469869987474921858" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/S-jhxeMDWYI/AAAAAAAAAs8/T1u6-xAIIkM/s400/RoomThe-Club-(3)_big.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Da Room&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Like go honeymoon pulak. hahaha......&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783720037053549836-3309515752484674773?l=dutchess1204.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/feeds/3309515752484674773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783720037053549836&amp;postID=3309515752484674773' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783720037053549836/posts/default/3309515752484674773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783720037053549836/posts/default/3309515752484674773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/2010/05/10-more-sleeps.html' title='10 more sleeps!'/><author><name>FatLouie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15293288174854273805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/TULW_ABJbUI/AAAAAAAAA5c/E2qb69NQj0s/s220/pull%2Bup.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/S-jhyMfVomI/AAAAAAAAAtM/hiMJmYKT8GU/s72-c/suite2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783720037053549836.post-8758138203201730255</id><published>2010-04-29T17:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T17:38:44.831+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='workout'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pushmore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>Still adjusting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm still adjusting my time right now, with my new working hour. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Johnathan from Pushmore already agreed to allow me to renew 1 more month instead of their standard package, which is 6 months. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Problem is, I still couldn't figure out when is the best time to go to Pushmore. Before work or after? Initially, the whole reason of me requesting for 1 month membership renewal was to try to do their WOD before work. See how my "energy" will be after working out. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But now.....waking up so early in the morning is like so impossible. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ya. I know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nothing is impossible. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You see ar. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;0730 - wake up &amp;amp; get ready to go Pushmore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;0800 - reach Pushmore, warm-up, do WOD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;0900 - MUST leave Pushmore no matter what to go back home, (15mins), and shower (20-30mins) (unless I shower at their place? Save time right?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1000 - MUST reach office at Sunway &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Apa macam? Kinda rushing right? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Unless.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I wake up at 7am and reach Pushmore at 730, ngam-ngam they open.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I bet Lynn doesn't even have the WOD ready by 730. Right? *shrug* &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If after work ....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1900 - Off work, back home, shower&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1945 - Dinner&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;At least 1 hour of rest for me before workout&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2100 - Go Pushmore and warm-up and WOD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2200 - Pushmore closes!! &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;aiyyyerrrrr.....pening pening...... &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Better I set up my own Pushmore at home lah! hahahha...no lah. Joking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nevermind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'll start training myself to wake up early.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then we'll see from there.&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/8783720037053549836-8758138203201730255?l=dutchess1204.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/feeds/8758138203201730255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783720037053549836&amp;postID=8758138203201730255' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783720037053549836/posts/default/8758138203201730255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783720037053549836/posts/default/8758138203201730255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/2010/04/still-adjusting.html' title='Still adjusting'/><author><name>FatLouie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15293288174854273805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/TULW_ABJbUI/AAAAAAAAA5c/E2qb69NQj0s/s220/pull%2Bup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783720037053549836.post-7534258297663009146</id><published>2010-04-21T22:37:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T23:00:57.636+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new record'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Run'/><title type='text'>New Record</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I can, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;amazingly, run for 11m30s non-stop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, at a speed of 7.0km/h! &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I never, never thought that I can do it in my whole life, coz :-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I always blame on my asthma for causing me my low and bad stamina.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My legs are weak. I always feel the burning sensation after running for 2 full mins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I hate running. Yes. I really do. Don't ever mention marathon to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;So, why I ran today?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Coz I think running is the fastest way to sweat (and burn fats) compare to cycling or doing the EFX, though the calorie-burning is just about the same. Do correct me if I'm wrong.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;But really. I was so impressed with myself that I can actually ran for full 11mins and I know that I can actually run some more. But I just decided to stop. I think it's because of what I told my mind, like what kind of thoughts to put into my brain.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;One voice said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; : Very tired. Cannot run anymore.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Second voice said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; : Let's see if I can run 1.6km non-stop (just like one of Pushmore's WOD). So don't stop.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;One voice said again&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;: Legs are burning. I can stop running la actually. I've ran more than what I usually did.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Second voice said again&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;: Let's see if I can "burn off" the McDonald's McChicken that I had for lunch today (a treat from my boss actually. I can't say no right? Though I did say it, but she thought I was joking. So ended up buying McD for all of us)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;So, I stopped at 1.45km for the time of approximately 13m30s (2 mins earlier was a brisk-walk warm-up). Pretty good eh?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;My previous record was running at a speed of 9km/h for max of 5mins, but I usually stopped at the 3rd minute.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Whether my stamina has improved or what, I just want to thank 2 persons/groups :-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pushmore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, for sticking to their motto of Faster, Fitter and Stronger. I've definitely grown fitter, if not faster and stronger. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;DM @ Daily Muscle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for his &lt;strong&gt;FREE &lt;/strong&gt;BRS. I try my best to follow his tips ie purposely go all the way to Body Basics @ Bangsar Shopping Complex to buy Melrose Fish Oil. I still fail at the protein intake part. hehehe......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I'll try to run again tomorrow. I really need to shed off those fats before Bali.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783720037053549836-7534258297663009146?l=dutchess1204.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/feeds/7534258297663009146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783720037053549836&amp;postID=7534258297663009146' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783720037053549836/posts/default/7534258297663009146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783720037053549836/posts/default/7534258297663009146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/2010/04/new-record.html' title='New Record'/><author><name>FatLouie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15293288174854273805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/TULW_ABJbUI/AAAAAAAAA5c/E2qb69NQj0s/s220/pull%2Bup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783720037053549836.post-2120675399957332150</id><published>2010-04-21T16:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T16:59:36.739+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>how much?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I wonder how much calories I have burnt yesterday, standing, sweating, walking at site from 1:30pm till 8:00pm? &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;By the time I reached home, I was just too tired to do anything. So yesterday was my "couch potato" day. I just want to sit and relax after my dinner. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783720037053549836-2120675399957332150?l=dutchess1204.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/feeds/2120675399957332150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783720037053549836&amp;postID=2120675399957332150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783720037053549836/posts/default/2120675399957332150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783720037053549836/posts/default/2120675399957332150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/2010/04/how-much.html' title='how much?'/><author><name>FatLouie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15293288174854273805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/TULW_ABJbUI/AAAAAAAAA5c/E2qb69NQj0s/s220/pull%2Bup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783720037053549836.post-542875867021435490</id><published>2010-04-19T22:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T22:37:40.106+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pushmore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'>On a "Break"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Not going to Pushmore at the moment because :-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(1) My membership has expired last week&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(2) No money to renew the membership&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(3) Trying to adjust the time at Pushmore with my new job (yeah. You'll know me long enough that I'm a fan of job-hop..hehehhe) &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My new job starts at 10am. I thought of going to Pushmore in the morning, but I notice that, everytime I went for their WOD in the evening, I ended up being so tired and just feel like hitting the sack. So, if I go there in the morning, I really wonder if I got enough energy to work till 7pm. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Going there after work is kinda out of my question. Thanks to the distance and traffic from work to home and vice versa. Plus, I feel like resting after a hard day's work. Plus, Pushmore closes at 10pm. A bit too early coz to me, it's either working out in the morning or a bit late at night. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I just feel like, if I work out in the morning, I will have plenty of time after work to do other stuffs ie freelance, socialising, movie etc. It's like, everytime after morning workout, I get this thinking that I'm "free" to do whatever I want and that I've "earned the hardwork" to have fun or relax and feels like I have the time of the world to do anything! It feels good actually. Really. Coz I've tried before. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well....just gotta find out if I'm fit enough to go there in the morning. Soon. When I get my next pay cheque. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In the meantime, I'm just gonna jog till I shed some fats, nice enough to wear bikini at Bali this coming May. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783720037053549836-542875867021435490?l=dutchess1204.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/feeds/542875867021435490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783720037053549836&amp;postID=542875867021435490' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783720037053549836/posts/default/542875867021435490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783720037053549836/posts/default/542875867021435490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/2010/04/on-break.html' title='On a &quot;Break&quot;'/><author><name>FatLouie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15293288174854273805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/TULW_ABJbUI/AAAAAAAAA5c/E2qb69NQj0s/s220/pull%2Bup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783720037053549836.post-3390413228995699548</id><published>2010-04-13T19:17:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T19:33:25.729+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paintball'/><title type='text'>Bruise for 6 months</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Played paintball last Sunday with friends. Well, actually know only 2 friends from that 21-ppl group. hehhe.... &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Maybe that is why this 1 guy bantai me so geng. Till the marshall said that my bruise is gonna take 6 months to recover. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;No more sleeveless for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;No more tube top for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Damn that guy. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We were playing the last game where you'll just shot till the bullets finished. Even though you got shot, you'll just stay on if you still have bullets. So I shot him first, few close-shots (hehe) and I aimed for other people to shoot. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I ran to this one balloon-thingy to hide but was totally "open" and viewable from his back. Which means, if he turns around, he'll see me and he can shoot me. But logic lah ok? He has already shot me after I shot him. Fair lah. Coz we wanna finish our bullets. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then after a while, I thought I wanna ran to other balloon to hide, before he'll lost his sense and wanna shoot me again, but I couldn't, coz there was another guy hiding just in front of me. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Damn lah, I thought. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And just as I thought, when he ran out of people to shoot, he turned around and shot me at a very damn close distance. 3 shots, I remember. It was too painful, that at the 3rd shot, I raised my hand as a sign to ask him to stop shooting me. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Really kanasai, I tell you. Girl also you wanna hit so many times. Serves you right that I shot you so many as well. Wish you'll have bruises like me. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So I went home with 6 super painful bruises, with one particularly painful, on my right arm. Uuuggghhhh....!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459580139785081506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/S8RTNgaq0qI/AAAAAAAAAsk/VzCZW6a7b3Y/s400/Image0094.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The round bullet shape is sooooo obvious. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is on my 2nd day after the shot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/S8RTOgfxOCI/AAAAAAAAAs0/Va3b1GcF-uc/s1600/Image0099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459580156986341410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/S8RTOgfxOCI/AAAAAAAAAs0/Va3b1GcF-uc/s400/Image0099.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Another shot at left thigh&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/S8RTOStUNdI/AAAAAAAAAss/tWDGPpIgd2w/s1600/Image0097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459580153285064146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/S8RTOStUNdI/AAAAAAAAAss/tWDGPpIgd2w/s400/Image0097.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One more on my right waist&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;No more &lt;strike&gt;sexy&lt;/strike&gt; sleeveless clothes for me :(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783720037053549836-3390413228995699548?l=dutchess1204.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/feeds/3390413228995699548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783720037053549836&amp;postID=3390413228995699548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783720037053549836/posts/default/3390413228995699548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783720037053549836/posts/default/3390413228995699548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/2010/04/bruise-for-6-months.html' title='Bruise for 6 months'/><author><name>FatLouie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15293288174854273805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/TULW_ABJbUI/AAAAAAAAA5c/E2qb69NQj0s/s220/pull%2Bup.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/S8RTNgaq0qI/AAAAAAAAAsk/VzCZW6a7b3Y/s72-c/Image0094.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783720037053549836.post-2449947348943306444</id><published>2010-04-13T09:42:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T11:36:59.827+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Push Up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Squat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pushmore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pull Ups'/><title type='text'>WOD 120410</title><content type='html'>In 15 minutes, do as many rounds as possible of :-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 Pull Ups &lt;strong&gt;@ Green Band&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 Push Ups&lt;br /&gt;20 Squats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Results : 6 rounds&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/S8PMUh-4EgI/AAAAAAAAAsc/UCuASTssliI/s1600/me-squat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459431826394714626" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/S8PMUh-4EgI/AAAAAAAAAsc/UCuASTssliI/s400/me-squat.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Me doing squat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783720037053549836-2449947348943306444?l=dutchess1204.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/feeds/2449947348943306444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783720037053549836&amp;postID=2449947348943306444' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783720037053549836/posts/default/2449947348943306444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783720037053549836/posts/default/2449947348943306444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/2010/04/wod-120410.html' title='WOD 120410'/><author><name>FatLouie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15293288174854273805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/TULW_ABJbUI/AAAAAAAAA5c/E2qb69NQj0s/s220/pull%2Bup.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/S8PMUh-4EgI/AAAAAAAAAsc/UCuASTssliI/s72-c/me-squat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783720037053549836.post-1325787853061626137</id><published>2010-04-09T15:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T16:00:24.827+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='facebook'/><title type='text'>No FB</title><content type='html'>Today is my first day of No-FB-At-Office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZZZZZzzzzzzz............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783720037053549836-1325787853061626137?l=dutchess1204.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/feeds/1325787853061626137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783720037053549836&amp;postID=1325787853061626137' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783720037053549836/posts/default/1325787853061626137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783720037053549836/posts/default/1325787853061626137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/2010/04/no-fb.html' title='No FB'/><author><name>FatLouie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15293288174854273805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/TULW_ABJbUI/AAAAAAAAA5c/E2qb69NQj0s/s220/pull%2Bup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783720037053549836.post-2029995444544115989</id><published>2010-04-08T09:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T09:41:43.875+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='workout'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pushmore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pull Ups'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='KB Swing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Press'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Helen'/><title type='text'>WOD 070410</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Press 3-3-3 &lt;strong&gt;@ 20kg, 21kg, 22kg&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then, &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Helen" &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Three rounds of time for :-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Run 400m&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;21 KB Swings &lt;strong&gt;@ 12kg&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;12 Pull Ups &lt;strong&gt;@ 1 Green + 1 Red Band&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Results : 20m17s&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;*sigh* Now my shoulder is in pain. Legs are ok already. Could be from the KB swings. Damn it was heavy! There are really differences in between KB swings and DB swings. KB's effect is sooo much more. And the trainers over there love to push us to the max. I guess that's the whole point of PUSH-MORE!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457573683569162274" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/S70yWYio-CI/AAAAAAAAAsM/SUt8qUpmraA/s400/me-press.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Me doing press @ 22kg&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/S70yW0D5qhI/AAAAAAAAAsU/jtmI63uoUMc/s1600/me-KB12kg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457573690956425746" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/S70yW0D5qhI/AAAAAAAAAsU/jtmI63uoUMc/s400/me-KB12kg.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; KB swing @ 12kg (This is the culprit to my shoulder-ache!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783720037053549836-2029995444544115989?l=dutchess1204.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/feeds/2029995444544115989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783720037053549836&amp;postID=2029995444544115989' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783720037053549836/posts/default/2029995444544115989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783720037053549836/posts/default/2029995444544115989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/2010/04/wod-070410.html' title='WOD 070410'/><author><name>FatLouie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15293288174854273805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/TULW_ABJbUI/AAAAAAAAA5c/E2qb69NQj0s/s220/pull%2Bup.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/S70yWYio-CI/AAAAAAAAAsM/SUt8qUpmraA/s72-c/me-press.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783720037053549836.post-5149616799228078545</id><published>2010-04-06T10:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T09:44:04.439+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Double Under'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='workout'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tuck Jump'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pushmore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sit Up'/><title type='text'>Pushmore WOD 050410</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yesterday's WOD was : &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;5 rounds of :- &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;30 Double Unders &lt;strong&gt;(I switched to Tuck Jump. Still need to brush-up Double Unders' skill. I think I'll finish 2 hrs by just mastering this skill....nggeeee) &lt;p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;20 Sit Ups &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;10 Pull Ups &lt;strong&gt;(I changed to 1 Green + 1 Red band now, but I think it's much easier to do pull-up than using the Orange band. I think the sequence from most support to the least support is Orange, Green then Red) &lt;p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Results : &lt;strong&gt;Freakin' 34m24s &lt;/strong&gt;(God, am I taking such a sweet time!) Honestly, I think I can do better. At least half of the time. I'm taking too much time at the Tuck Jump. Jump 10, then rest. Then jump another 10. See how many time I've wasted. Damn........ &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Some really fit guys came in during my 3rd round and they finished so much earlier than me!! With friggin' 10mins only!! Goodness.....they are sooooo damn fit I tell you. I think I was the worst last night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Actually, I felt dizzy after the workout. Probably from the Tuck Jump. Plus, my last meal was lunch (I went there right after work around 6pm). Felt better after I went out and took some fresh air with 100-plus. Some sugar for me. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;People kept on asking if I'm ok. I'm not begging for attention lah weyh, if that's what you think. hehehe......One guy even asked if yesterday was my 1st day. hahaaha....I'm &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; fit. Damn. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Now my legs are sore. Thought today wanna go, but tak larat. I even snoozed my alarm for God knows how many time this morning. Couldn't bring myself to wake up. *yaawwwnnnn*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783720037053549836-5149616799228078545?l=dutchess1204.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/feeds/5149616799228078545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783720037053549836&amp;postID=5149616799228078545' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783720037053549836/posts/default/5149616799228078545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783720037053549836/posts/default/5149616799228078545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/2010/04/pushmore-wod-050410.html' title='Pushmore WOD 050410'/><author><name>FatLouie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15293288174854273805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/TULW_ABJbUI/AAAAAAAAA5c/E2qb69NQj0s/s220/pull%2Bup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783720037053549836.post-4044307114126058630</id><published>2010-04-02T14:38:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T09:44:50.350+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Push Jerk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='workout'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pushmore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pull Ups'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Run'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Back Squat'/><title type='text'>Pushmore WOD 290310 and 310310</title><content type='html'>I might as well keep a record on my workout at Pushmore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;29-March-2010&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For time of :-&lt;br /&gt;15 Push Jerks @ &lt;strong&gt;20kg&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30 Pull Ups &lt;strong&gt;(with the help of "Orange" resistance band. Otherwise I can't do it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;10 Push Jerks&lt;br /&gt;20 Pull Ups&lt;br /&gt;5 Push Jerks&lt;br /&gt;10 Pull Ups&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note : My hand is still not strong enough to do pull-ups. I keep on main tipu. My chin didn't go past the bar. hehhehe.... didn't know it didn't count, but when the trainer reminded me that my chin must past the bar, I was already at my last set. hehehehe...next time lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;31-March-2010&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back Squat 5-5-5 @ &lt;strong&gt;20kg, 30kg, 35kg&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Run 1.6km @&lt;strong&gt; 12m30s&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know. I'm very bad at running. hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today's workout, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;02-April-2010,&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deadlift 3-3-3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 15 minutes, complete as many rounds as possible of :-&lt;br /&gt;10 Handstand Push Ups&lt;br /&gt;20 Walking Lunges&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I wonder how am I gonna do handstand push ups. Guess I'll never know coz I won't be going to Pushmore today. Gotta go church since it's Good Friday today, then tonight, will be going for badminton. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'll try to go at least 3 times to Pushmore next week. Always can't go there on Thursday night as I have other training to go. So, Mon and Tues will be workout day, then Wed will be rest day, then Friday another workout day. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We'll see how I progress from there next week. Which is also my final week to go there. If want to continue, have to top-up. Gakk!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783720037053549836-4044307114126058630?l=dutchess1204.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/feeds/4044307114126058630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783720037053549836&amp;postID=4044307114126058630' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783720037053549836/posts/default/4044307114126058630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783720037053549836/posts/default/4044307114126058630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/2010/04/pushmore-workout.html' title='Pushmore WOD 290310 and 310310'/><author><name>FatLouie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15293288174854273805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/TULW_ABJbUI/AAAAAAAAA5c/E2qb69NQj0s/s220/pull%2Bup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783720037053549836.post-130790291511614251</id><published>2010-04-01T22:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T22:46:33.713+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>Another sigh</title><content type='html'>I, again, officially hate my job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can't seem to settle down with 1 job long enough. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow will be another long day.&lt;br /&gt;ssiiiiggggghhh.............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783720037053549836-130790291511614251?l=dutchess1204.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/feeds/130790291511614251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783720037053549836&amp;postID=130790291511614251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783720037053549836/posts/default/130790291511614251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783720037053549836/posts/default/130790291511614251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/2010/04/another-sigh.html' title='Another sigh'/><author><name>FatLouie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15293288174854273805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/TULW_ABJbUI/AAAAAAAAA5c/E2qb69NQj0s/s220/pull%2Bup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783720037053549836.post-4642882345449105742</id><published>2010-03-27T10:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T10:44:13.795+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><title type='text'>Sick</title><content type='html'>*sigh* been sick since 3 days ago.&lt;br /&gt;And I feel so funny right now.&lt;br /&gt;Dunno how to describe.&lt;br /&gt;Sleepy? Tingling? Cold? Hmmm.....&lt;br /&gt;Maybe because of the meds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running nose is worse than flu.&lt;br /&gt;I keep on blowing my nose every 5 minutes that I can make a whole 10 bowls of wantan!&lt;br /&gt;I know. Gross. hehehe.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just woke up but I still feel sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;Why ar?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783720037053549836-4642882345449105742?l=dutchess1204.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/feeds/4642882345449105742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783720037053549836&amp;postID=4642882345449105742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783720037053549836/posts/default/4642882345449105742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783720037053549836/posts/default/4642882345449105742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/2010/03/sick.html' title='Sick'/><author><name>FatLouie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15293288174854273805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/TULW_ABJbUI/AAAAAAAAA5c/E2qb69NQj0s/s220/pull%2Bup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783720037053549836.post-1573338961605574287</id><published>2010-03-23T16:06:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T16:44:52.724+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Where is my destiny?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Seriously. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Where the hell is my destiny? This is really depressing. You know, all my life, I've met a lot of Sagitarrians and I can tell you that, 90% of them are these successful lots. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Like, really, super successful. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;One guy I know is only 35 years old and he already owned a RM2.2mil bungalow lot, driving a Ferrari, plus other leisure cars like BMW X5, Alphard, Mercedez AMG and wife is driving a Mercedez B170. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;One lady I know is only 25 years old and she's earning 5 digit wages right now, as I type. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Another guy is a director of a very established local company, driving a Lexus Harrier company car, owning another VW Touareg, and wife is driving Gold GTI. And of course staying in a bungalow right now. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So who is the balance-10% of the non-successful Sagitarrians? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Y.O.U.R.S. T.R.U.L.Y. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm like, in dying need of a guardian angel right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Or fairy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Or lucky charm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Or fortune teller. &lt;p&gt;Whatever.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783720037053549836-1573338961605574287?l=dutchess1204.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/feeds/1573338961605574287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783720037053549836&amp;postID=1573338961605574287' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783720037053549836/posts/default/1573338961605574287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783720037053549836/posts/default/1573338961605574287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/2010/03/where-is-my-destiny.html' title='Where is my destiny?'/><author><name>FatLouie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15293288174854273805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/TULW_ABJbUI/AAAAAAAAA5c/E2qb69NQj0s/s220/pull%2Bup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783720037053549836.post-3888380400090789572</id><published>2010-03-08T12:02:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T21:46:02.803+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gym'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='workout'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pushmore'/><title type='text'>Body aching after Pushmore</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So I went for a FOC trial workout at Pushmore last Saturday (finally!). Met with cute Jon (*wink) for intro and met the "kind" trainer, Lin, who was my trainer for the day. &lt;p&gt;She wasn't that strict and fierce and all lar. Very good in motivating me. Very petite but has muscular, tone thigh, which I really love. Would love to have some definition on my thigh as well. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I started with a series of warm-up exercise. She said it's a warm-up. To me, more of like a start-of-workout! Leaving me breathless was what I remember. Yea. I am really weak when it comes to stamina. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Warm-Up&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Skipping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (long time never skip. So embarassing! hahaha! I was too busy breathing that I forgot how to count. I think Lin asked me to skip 50 times. Enough to start to perspire and get my heart beat increasing) &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(Bodyweight squat - Sit up - Push Up on toe - Figure-8 stretching (or something like that) - Leg stretching) x 3 sets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Honestly, do you really call these a warm-up? &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Now come the serious stuffs (which maybe a piece of cake for u fitness guys out there. Sap sap sui lar...) &lt;p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Lin said that I have to complete these exercises as much sets as possible within 10 minutes. So I thought, 10 mins = 3 sets. Ok lar. Mana tau~~~~~~ &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I actually didn't know what to expect when she told me to do that. I just thought of 3 sets. I dunno what is considered the "target sets" for 10 mins, and I didn't bother to ask coz I was too breathless at the warm up stage. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And so, I have to do&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; [(Jumping Pull-Ups x 5 reps) + (Push Up on toe x 10 reps) + (Bodyweight squats x 15 reps)] = To finish off within 10 mins. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When I was at my 3rd sets, I thought, this isn't even 5 mins! I've got soooooo much to go! And I'm so breathless! And I wanna give up! All sorts of negativity threw into my mind at that very moment. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Lin said, "You've got 5 more minutes to go. Go go go, Adeline, go!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Uuggghhhhh. Have to do lar kan? hehehe....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;At my 4th sets, I couldn't do 10 push up anymore. My hands failed on me. Then Lin told me to split my push-up 4-3-3. All she needs is good form, she said. Ok fair enough. But I remember I asked her, "Can I do push-up on knee?" with all puppy-eyes and all. hehehe..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;She said, "You've already done on toes. Just continue doing it. You can do it."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Damn. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh no. Never in my mind that I want to strangle her. I swear!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When I was at my 5th sets, I thought, this is the last sets, thank God! Sekali tengok, Lin said I've got 1 more min to go. Aiyyaa... and that's when she said, actually, we need you to achieve 6 sets. Wah. Now only you tell me? &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Suddenly, all my energy came out of nowhere when she shouted, "Come on Adeline! You've got 30 more secs to do push up and squats! You can do it!! Last sets!" &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was sooooo pushing myself doing push-up and squats and finally......... &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Right on time, with completion of 6 sets of crazy workout within 10 mins!!! Phew!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So damn proud of myself lar. Felt like I've broken the Olympic World record. hahahha!!! &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But really. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A damn good workout. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Felt so good about myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;They are having Open Day on March 13 &amp;amp; 27 at 930am, 1030am and 1130am. Check out their blog : &lt;a href="http://pushmore.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://pushmore.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; for more info.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Went back home for an hour sleep (too tired!) and I woke up the very next day with bodyache and sores all over my body, from my back to my butt to my hamstring and calves. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Now I walk kaki kangkang, esp when walking down the stairs. Haih.&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/8783720037053549836-3888380400090789572?l=dutchess1204.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/feeds/3888380400090789572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783720037053549836&amp;postID=3888380400090789572' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783720037053549836/posts/default/3888380400090789572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783720037053549836/posts/default/3888380400090789572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/2010/03/body-aching-after-pushmore.html' title='Body aching after Pushmore'/><author><name>FatLouie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15293288174854273805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/TULW_ABJbUI/AAAAAAAAA5c/E2qb69NQj0s/s220/pull%2Bup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783720037053549836.post-3415356426039940175</id><published>2010-03-07T22:07:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T12:00:28.388+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updates'/><title type='text'>Updates! (erm..more like an emo updates)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hm....3 weeks since I last updated my blog. So many stuffs to do since I came back from CNY holiday. It's so weird that, I always feel 24 hrs a day is more than enough when I am at hometown, but I always wish there were 48 hrs a day when I'm at KL.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I am not busy with work. Yea lucky me. But not lucky in terms of the financial part. Life's like that. No easy money. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I am always stress when I think about the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; word. Yea. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;oney. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;oolah. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;alaysia Ringgit. Yea. You get the idea. There are like 8573910585743 stuffs in my mind lately and all is M-related problems. I might be doing 3 different jobs at the same time, but I feel like, I can't hold on any longer. First off, doing something that I don't like is like pulling me out of my bed at 3am in the morning. Doing things half-heartedly. So the results are also never satisfying. But somehow, I feel like I just have to stay on to see results. But how long do I have to stay? 1 month? 6 months? 1 year? 3 years? Do you think I can wait that long to see that I'm moving towards financial freedom, knowing that I'm almost reaching the big &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; age? &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Quarter-life crisis is such a headache. I've lost my direction (and still am!) when I was 25 yrs old. I still can't find "me" along the way. It's like, so impossible to get that "Balance of Life". I only remember some of the elements in life where you need to find the balance among all. Too much of one thing will lead you losing another. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;For example, one may be working really hard and spending all the nights and weekends at the office to earn money. At that point, he/she may be earning more than RM10k per month, but little did he/she knows that he/she has neglected friends and family along the way. At the end of the day, one may have all the money in the world, but end up being lonely. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;If you are the friends-and-family type of person, you might not be the one who is willing to work hard for the money and at the end of the day, you are living only at an average life. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So, the question is, how to balance your life? &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;That, I also don't have the answer till now.&lt;/p&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/8783720037053549836-3415356426039940175?l=dutchess1204.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/feeds/3415356426039940175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783720037053549836&amp;postID=3415356426039940175' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783720037053549836/posts/default/3415356426039940175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783720037053549836/posts/default/3415356426039940175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/2010/03/updates-ermmore-like-emo-updates.html' title='Updates! (erm..more like an emo updates)'/><author><name>FatLouie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15293288174854273805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/TULW_ABJbUI/AAAAAAAAA5c/E2qb69NQj0s/s220/pull%2Bup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783720037053549836.post-858198105187354325</id><published>2010-02-19T01:49:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T02:04:55.047+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poyo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>God!! Another show off!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Really. Do you really wanna inform E.V.E.R.Y.O.N.E in the FB whenever you got cash bank into your account from your MLM or Networking or Pyramid or whatyermamacallit? &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I know that it's part of your marketing technique to ask people to join under you. And you wannna thank God for all the rezeki that you've got. Believe me, once or twice bragging are ok, but definitely not everyday! &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I really don't get it. These people are actually taking picture of THEIR RM50 MONEY, in like, 50pcs of it, and actually arranged them in a circle manner and post it in FB! I'm like, WTF??!! Are they like, inviting all the burglars to break into their house?? Korang ni kaya sangat lah tu eyk? &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I never see rich people posting their oh-so-many-zeros statement account in the FB. They'll just show it off with their luxurious property, super nice cars and etc etc. Not through some bunch of RM50 notes and tag people. Goodness!!!! &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Korang ni, kalau lah nak tunjuk kaya pun, not this way man! Ini namanye orang kaya-wannabe bodoh, tau tak?? Nak show off, biar berpadah-padah. Humble sikit. Jangan nak show off melebih-lebih! &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Eeeeeeekkkkkk!!!!! Geram tul!!!! &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Screw it! It's my blog and I have my right to say what I want. Saper yang terasa boleh blar. Tima kasih.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783720037053549836-858198105187354325?l=dutchess1204.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/feeds/858198105187354325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783720037053549836&amp;postID=858198105187354325' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783720037053549836/posts/default/858198105187354325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783720037053549836/posts/default/858198105187354325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/2010/02/god-another-show-off.html' title='God!! Another show off!'/><author><name>FatLouie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15293288174854273805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/TULW_ABJbUI/AAAAAAAAA5c/E2qb69NQj0s/s220/pull%2Bup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783720037053549836.post-732917569772035494</id><published>2010-02-15T15:37:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T15:59:39.451+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poyo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Random Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Really. I really notice and observe that there are really, extremely, incredibly lotsa poyo people out there. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It could really be my problem since I'm quite a judgemental person compare to my boyfriend. (Ya, another bad side of me) But lately, I notice that other people talks bad about their friends too. It's like, in front, they are like so we-can-basically-talk-about-everything-and-anything-under-the-sky with the person, but behind - yup, you've guessed it - backstab like nobody's business. In Malay, it's called &lt;em&gt;talam dua muka&lt;/em&gt;. Sometimes, I really wonder if they talk behind my back, since they can do that to their friends in front of me. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And I really loathe those people who loves to show-off. I mean, who doesn't? I understand that people loves flattery and sometimes, in order to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;gain that&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;flattery&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, you might need to show-off a bit so that people will go "oooohhhh....you can do this. Amazing!!" or "wah....never knew that you're into this kind of out-of-ordinary interest" and etc etc. I mean, we do talk like that but there are times when you flatter people &lt;em&gt;sincerely &lt;/em&gt;and other times will be merely out-of-politeness-I'm-nodding-my-head-as-a-sign-that-I'm-listening-but-actually-I'm-not. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Most of the time, I'd rolled my eyes whenever I see people who's showing-off their status in FB. Amazing, isn't it, that FB has brought us to a whole new level whereby you don't need to keep-in-touch with your friends but yet you still know what they are doing, including showing-off. I don't know about you, but I'll usually just keep quiet and not commenting anything. (Hm...maybe that's why there aren't any comments in some of my FB status...hehehe) &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well, this is just my thought. Blame it on myself for being so effin free on CNY. I've even logged on FB for like, few times in just half a day. What the hell am I doing at home on CNY when I should be lepaking with friends? &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Easy. Coz there aren't any nice place to lepak at my small hometown. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;B-O-R-E-D is the exact word, and H-O-T. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hm...I feel like wasting some money, but unfortunately, there aren't any shopping malls for me to go at my small hometown.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ah...how pathetic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783720037053549836-732917569772035494?l=dutchess1204.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/feeds/732917569772035494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783720037053549836&amp;postID=732917569772035494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783720037053549836/posts/default/732917569772035494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783720037053549836/posts/default/732917569772035494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/2010/02/random-thoughts.html' title='Random Thoughts'/><author><name>FatLouie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15293288174854273805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/TULW_ABJbUI/AAAAAAAAA5c/E2qb69NQj0s/s220/pull%2Bup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783720037053549836.post-8184586540383943635</id><published>2010-02-14T13:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T13:41:06.701+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gym'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fitness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fran'/><title type='text'>1 more item for 2010 resolution</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I won't target so high until I've tried FRAN and see how far I can go. I wonder how long it takes for these girls to do FRAN and still not out of breath. Amazing!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, I'm planning for some beach trips in April and end of the year. And since I'm kinda slow in my workout, I think it's high time for me to get someone to motivate me, again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty amazing if I can actually do this...seriously! I would love to be like the girl in black top and short pants. *wide grin* Such a solid abs. Man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AqXYgiYvyls&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AqXYgiYvyls&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783720037053549836-8184586540383943635?l=dutchess1204.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/feeds/8184586540383943635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783720037053549836&amp;postID=8184586540383943635' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783720037053549836/posts/default/8184586540383943635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783720037053549836/posts/default/8184586540383943635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/2010/02/1-more-item-for-2010-resolution.html' title='1 more item for 2010 resolution'/><author><name>FatLouie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15293288174854273805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/TULW_ABJbUI/AAAAAAAAA5c/E2qb69NQj0s/s220/pull%2Bup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783720037053549836.post-6590582022420347425</id><published>2010-02-11T11:50:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T13:57:19.857+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>No Like Myself</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I really hate myself and my brain :-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;For thinking so much whenever I'm free, especially at work. (whoops..kantoi)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;When think too much, I tend to be ungrateful towards what God has planned for my life, even though I have everything. (not everything as in like an Audi, 3-storey-6000sf-bungalow, but I have a car that can still run and a humble place for shed)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;When I am ungrateful, I tend to think of doing other stuffs (which I don't like but have high returns) but deep down, I know I have my undying love towards interior design, even to this day. But why don't pursue in interior design then, you must've asked? Because I am a very impatient person who likes to go for shortcut (duh!) and climb up the corporate ladder fast. Been leaving ID for 5 years now and to go back the path and get a freshie salary which is totally not enough to pay all the current bills (when you first started work, you don't have that much bills to pay), I just have to think twice. Passion or Money?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;So when I think of doing other stuffs, without thinking any further (I'm a rather impulsive thinker), I'll make a call to that particular person who is working in the high-return-and-rewarding industry and tell them that I wanna join them. (So happen that the industry is actually always looking for new agressive blood) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And when I join them, add on with my hot-hot-chicken-shit attitude, usually it'll last me only few weeks, and I'll get all fickle-minded and become lazy and change my mind again. Which is kinda surprised me when I can actually join a commercial gym for 2 years (and actually make full use of it rather than just blindly pay for it and not going) and still going strong. Anyway, back to the story. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So now, I believe that particular person will want to strangle me for having this backing-out thoughts, because believe me, this is not the first time I join them and back-out and change and join them back again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;That's why I hate myself and my brain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm so full of shit, ain't I? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ya. Totally aware of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;So, when one is impatient, it will lead to doing other not-interested-but-higher-pay job to achieve one target, and forgo other components of life which were once make her life complete.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Yup. Another bad elements of me :  Negativity is my best friend.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783720037053549836-6590582022420347425?l=dutchess1204.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/feeds/6590582022420347425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783720037053549836&amp;postID=6590582022420347425' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783720037053549836/posts/default/6590582022420347425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783720037053549836/posts/default/6590582022420347425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/2010/02/no-like-myself.html' title='No Like Myself'/><author><name>FatLouie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15293288174854273805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/TULW_ABJbUI/AAAAAAAAA5c/E2qb69NQj0s/s220/pull%2Bup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783720037053549836.post-8135983199615478895</id><published>2010-02-06T14:45:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T18:28:34.643+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gym'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='body fat calculator'/><title type='text'>Thank you for the technology!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And now I can eat more again after :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Taking the test from &lt;a href="http://www.scientificphysic.com/fitness/diet.html"&gt;www.scientificphysic.com/fitness/diet.html&lt;/a&gt;, which kinda proof everything, especially now that I know where I stand in terms of the body fat % and minimum calorie intake of 1714 per day. I can do that. 1714 calorie/day is not hard, provided I eat healthily, since my knowledge in diet really sucks, even after all these years. hehehe....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435018217839527394" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/S20QRe4aBeI/AAAAAAAAAsE/xSXYyPMaCTg/s400/Diet+Calculator.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Measured on Feb 6, 2010, 1:00p.m.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Source : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.scientificphysic.com/fitness/diet.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.scientificphysic.com/fitness/diet.html&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So, according to the chart from the website : &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(a) My BMI is under Normal Weight category&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bata, I know you said don't count the BMI, so I'm not. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;The chart came up with the BMI, can't help it. hehe.... &lt;p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(b) Waist-to-Height ratio is Normal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;p&gt;(c) My percentage body fat falls under Fitness category,which automatically bring smiles to my face. See if I can go for the Athlete category, which is between 14-20%.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;p&gt;(d) Lean Body Mass : Not much being explained in the web, so I'm not sure where I stand in this. So, went to another website and said that my ideal Lean Body Mass will be 50kg, rather than now, 39.7kg. Hm...gotta gain another 10kg of muscles. How to do that huh? That'll be another story already. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So, all in all, I'm quite happy with the results, but most definitely need to watch my diet, coz people don't simply say "You are what you eat" for no apparent reason. :) &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Talking to 2 trainers, to be exact, last night and one of them actually showed me an article he wrote about how to lose fat, rather than lose weight. (&lt;a href="http://www.fitnutritions.com/index.php?main_page=page&amp;amp;id=10"&gt;www.fitnutritions.com/index.php?main_page=page&amp;amp;id=10&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;p&gt;I know it sounds really funny, but somehow, when I weighed myself last night, I was not happy with my weight, coz I know how I look like if I someday reach 53kg, pure fats and without any growth of muscle mass. I know I wasn't suppose to look at the scale, but for the spur of the moment, I just somehow can't control my emotions. Some more been in the gym for 2 years! Ppfffttt! Shame on me! &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Guess it grows on me, since people around me are so used to getting on the weighing scale to see what their weight are, rather than focusing on the body fat percentage instead. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I can't stop smiling. hehehe....... &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bring the food to momma~~!! (I promise I'll watch what I eat. Don't worry. *wink*) &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GONG XI FA CHAI,&lt;br /&gt;YOU CHINESE PEOPLE OUT THERE! &lt;p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY HOLIDAY,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YOU NON-CHINESE PEOPLE OUT THERE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783720037053549836-8135983199615478895?l=dutchess1204.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/feeds/8135983199615478895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783720037053549836&amp;postID=8135983199615478895' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783720037053549836/posts/default/8135983199615478895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783720037053549836/posts/default/8135983199615478895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/2010/02/thank-you-for-technology.html' title='Thank you for the technology!'/><author><name>FatLouie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15293288174854273805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/TULW_ABJbUI/AAAAAAAAA5c/E2qb69NQj0s/s220/pull%2Bup.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/S20QRe4aBeI/AAAAAAAAAsE/xSXYyPMaCTg/s72-c/Diet+Calculator.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783720037053549836.post-1426461561579535332</id><published>2010-02-02T10:45:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T11:45:50.447+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gym'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='turbulence training'/><title type='text'>My mini-home gym</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433472110765222354" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/S2eSGNMnKdI/AAAAAAAAArU/5dyq7Wk1VLI/s400/Image0037.jpg" /&gt; Ta-da~~~!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh well...it was nothing much, but more than enough to have my workout done at home. *wide grin* It was really cool, you know, since I save up my time travel to gym, avoid all the starings, (not saying that I'm hot or whatsoever, but people tend to look at you if you are the only lady working out at the free weights area a.k.a male-dominated area), avoid from waiting to use any of the dumbells or barbells or empty area and now, I can do whatever workout which I think is quite embarassing to do it at public. hehehe.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Really, really, totally cool and I think I have invested in a really good stuffs, if you ask me. Sorry Aizan, I know I've promised you to go buy the FID Bench together, but 1) my financial is quite limited, so I'll just go with whatever the cheapest in the market 2) I just can't delay my workout any further as my face is getting rounder and CNY is just around the corner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ya ya ya....excuses, I know, but, well....in the meantime, I'll just settle with these stuffs, which are really, really great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Thanks to my cousin, Melvin, for buying the dumbells.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Thanks to my friends who bought the yoga mat for my birthday yeeeaarrrssss ago. (Never thought I'll use it after few years hiding in my closet).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And I'm targeting to buy a barbell with few weight plates, so that I can do some deadlifts or squats. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So I'm now at Turbulence Training (TT) for ABs for Advance Level. Craig has come up with 3 different types of workout, and I've tried 2 workouts and it really tests my core muscles. Can't wait to try Workout C tonight. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And one good thing about workout out at home is that, there is no air-con and I definitely sweat 50% more compare to at the fully-air-condition gym, which is really good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ok. I know I've mentioned the word "good" like 947351860347457 times. Hehe...let's just hope that this is not hot hot chicken shit ya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh, by the way, I've bought the chin-up cum pull-up bar from Fitness Concept as well, which is priced at RM78. Really user-friendly and easy to install. Just hook on door frame and you are on the game! &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So, I now can officially practice my chin-up or pull-up without feeling being criticise by those hulk-man at the gym, coz I still haven't perfected my chin-up, let alone pull-up. (Can do pull-up but a really lousy one) But I'll manage, I believe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433483792724265522" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/S2ecuL4sCjI/AAAAAAAAArc/myjYLz2CmyM/s400/product1_19610_600x600.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783720037053549836-1426461561579535332?l=dutchess1204.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/feeds/1426461561579535332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783720037053549836&amp;postID=1426461561579535332' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783720037053549836/posts/default/1426461561579535332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783720037053549836/posts/default/1426461561579535332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-mini-home-gym.html' title='My mini-home gym'/><author><name>FatLouie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15293288174854273805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/TULW_ABJbUI/AAAAAAAAA5c/E2qb69NQj0s/s220/pull%2Bup.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/S2eSGNMnKdI/AAAAAAAAArU/5dyq7Wk1VLI/s72-c/Image0037.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783720037053549836.post-4044883884825967694</id><published>2010-01-22T17:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T17:27:46.847+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gym'/><title type='text'>Way behind</title><content type='html'>I'm so....totally......definitely......extremely behind my workout schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aaarrrrgggghhhhhh~~~~~!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blame it on my new, typical 9-6 job.&lt;br /&gt;No more morning gym.&lt;br /&gt;Sit so much in the office till my butt got flat and stomach bulge. Aiyyeeerrr......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least, last time when drank coffee, I still burn fats coz got workout.&lt;br /&gt;Now...... *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must go back to gym.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must go back to gym.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must go back to gym.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MUST&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BACK&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GYM!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*aiyeerr...beh tahan already.....* o_O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783720037053549836-4044883884825967694?l=dutchess1204.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/feeds/4044883884825967694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783720037053549836&amp;postID=4044883884825967694' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783720037053549836/posts/default/4044883884825967694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783720037053549836/posts/default/4044883884825967694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/2010/01/way-behind.html' title='Way behind'/><author><name>FatLouie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15293288174854273805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/TULW_ABJbUI/AAAAAAAAA5c/E2qb69NQj0s/s220/pull%2Bup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783720037053549836.post-4284091518368771048</id><published>2010-01-13T20:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T20:21:48.732+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Biggest Loser'/><title type='text'>Funny. My eyes are wet.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's really funny how I never fail to get all emotional whenever I watch Biggest Loser (Not Biggest Loser Asia, yet). I just dunno why. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Probably because when I see their determination in losing weight, how hard they've worked and reaped the reward at the end of the day, all these dramas just make me feel so touched. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Do you guys feel the way that I feel? So weird right? Getting all teary over some people that I dunno. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hmm.....and another thing that I pick up from this show is that it actually gets me going and motivated to go to the gym. I've just watched another new season of Biggest Loser (not sure which season tho) and Jillian is back in the game with a new team - &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Black Team!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (It's not like I support her or whatever. Any female with really super toned body will definitely catch my attention. The new trainer, Kim, is quite hot too, with her curly, blond hair. Same goes to male too *wink*)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;You should've seen how she trained those people at the dessert. Lifting up super big tyres, carrying sand bags, doing commando crawl and etc. This reminds me so much of the bootcamp that I joined 2 months ago. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(which I didn't finish...whoopsie!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Those exercises that Jillian did on these people are like, 90% similar to what I had at the bootcamp. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I can and I know how they feel. But I wanna do Jillian's bootcamp workout!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Which leads me to another thought : I think I might want to check on PushMore (&lt;a href="http://www.pushmore.com.my/"&gt;http://www.pushmore.com.my/&lt;/a&gt;). Anyone's with me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783720037053549836-4284091518368771048?l=dutchess1204.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/feeds/4284091518368771048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783720037053549836&amp;postID=4284091518368771048' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783720037053549836/posts/default/4284091518368771048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783720037053549836/posts/default/4284091518368771048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/2010/01/funny-my-eyes-are-wet.html' title='Funny. My eyes are wet.'/><author><name>FatLouie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15293288174854273805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/TULW_ABJbUI/AAAAAAAAA5c/E2qb69NQj0s/s220/pull%2Bup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783720037053549836.post-6846553400488325834</id><published>2010-01-06T12:33:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T15:33:26.839+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>NewYear.Birthday.Diva.Jualmahal.Pissed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy New Year peepz!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wish all of you to have a great year ahead. Even though you had a bad start on 01012010, doesn't mean you'll be bad luck throughout the year. Just believe and it'll happen, believe me. *wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Today is also my dad's birthday, so ....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy Birthday Dad!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;However, there are something else that rather pissed me off today. It's funny how people change through time. It is totally fine by me if people change to become a better person, rather than a worse person. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Honestly, you don't simply request or change the time and date of a particular party which you &lt;strong&gt;DON'T&lt;/strong&gt; host. Simply because:- &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;You are &lt;strong&gt;N.O.T&lt;/strong&gt; the only person that attend the party.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You are &lt;strong&gt;N.O.T&lt;/strong&gt; the "Main Actor / Actress" of the party ie birthday boy/girl, being promoted etc.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You forgot that you have already have plans on that particular day, and yet, you were the one who suggested that date.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Who's worse - a very close friend who never return call even tho this person has promised, or a diva who has already suggested 2 dates for the party and yet can't make it?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Do people nowadays no longer remember at least the basic rule of being well-mannered and courteous? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;*sigh* I rest my case.&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/8783720037053549836-6846553400488325834?l=dutchess1204.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/feeds/6846553400488325834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783720037053549836&amp;postID=6846553400488325834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783720037053549836/posts/default/6846553400488325834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783720037053549836/posts/default/6846553400488325834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/2010/01/newyearbirthdaydivajualmahalpissed.html' title='NewYear.Birthday.Diva.Jualmahal.Pissed.'/><author><name>FatLouie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15293288174854273805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/TULW_ABJbUI/AAAAAAAAA5c/E2qb69NQj0s/s220/pull%2Bup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783720037053549836.post-3404498552391224174</id><published>2009-12-29T17:22:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T18:11:30.355+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wishlist'/><title type='text'>2010 Wish List</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;2010 IT Gadget Wish List&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/SznQU_-7XrI/AAAAAAAAAqk/CDEy0jKYDQM/s1600-h/iPod+touch.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420592685708435122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/SznQU_-7XrI/AAAAAAAAAqk/CDEy0jKYDQM/s400/iPod+touch.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;iPod Touch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/SznQUrYQLXI/AAAAAAAAAqc/G6lGl6Hzb2g/s1600-h/Lumix+DMC+LX2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420592680177511794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/SznQUrYQLXI/AAAAAAAAAqc/G6lGl6Hzb2g/s400/Lumix+DMC+LX2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Digital camera Panasonic Lumix DMC LX2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/SznQUcMZ71I/AAAAAAAAAqU/z-DVPfvNbQY/s1600-h/D3000_18_55_front_i.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420592676101287762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/SznQUcMZ71I/AAAAAAAAAqU/z-DVPfvNbQY/s400/D3000_18_55_front_i.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;DSLR Nikon D3000 &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yup. I'm that undecided. I dunno which camera to choose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;D3000 is for nice, vivid celebration-cum-holiday pictures.&lt;br /&gt;Lumix DMC LX2 is for my site pic. I can't be carrying DSLR around in a dirty site, ain't I? Like so kiasu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence, the undecided decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do ya guys think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;2010 Travel Wish List&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Bali, Indonesia&lt;br /&gt;2. New Zealand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But you know what? I got a feeling that I won't be able to go to New Zealand. Maybe just Bali. Coz I'm kinda tight on cash starting new year, coz I've just changed job remember? So, everything must start from scratch. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You see, I'll be doing sales in this new company and it's a different industry from what I did this year, so I have to build-up my clientele once more. I doubt it that I'll get my commission within 1 year, or even 2 or 3. *sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, at the mo, I don't dare to dream that much.&lt;br /&gt;Plus, remember the gadget wishlist?&lt;br /&gt;It's not like I'm earning RM10k per month or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ibiza will have to wait too.&lt;br /&gt;But not too long when my skin is getting all saggy and wrinkly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Long-term Wish List :)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420596795685522466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/SznUEO10zCI/AAAAAAAAAqs/4yvRrnL0IIU/s400/upright+piano.bmp" border="0" /&gt; Definitely on top of my wish list&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783720037053549836-3404498552391224174?l=dutchess1204.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/feeds/3404498552391224174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783720037053549836&amp;postID=3404498552391224174' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783720037053549836/posts/default/3404498552391224174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783720037053549836/posts/default/3404498552391224174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/2009/12/2010-wish-list.html' title='2010 Wish List'/><author><name>FatLouie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15293288174854273805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/TULW_ABJbUI/AAAAAAAAA5c/E2qb69NQj0s/s220/pull%2Bup.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/SznQU_-7XrI/AAAAAAAAAqk/CDEy0jKYDQM/s72-c/iPod+touch.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783720037053549836.post-7005398071854359148</id><published>2009-12-22T16:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T17:18:34.311+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new year'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><title type='text'>2009 heart-to-heart talk</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;At last year of today, I'd have already excitedly updating my blog about my birthday, christmas tree and new year's plan. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But it was different this year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So totally different. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;First, besides my fb wall flooded with birthday wishes and birthday smses, there wasn't any cake or present or birthday song on my birthday. Not even candle-blowing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I mean, it's a tradition right? I'm not asking too much right? &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Last year of Dec 4, I was celebrating my birthday at my bestie's house, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Farina&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, with other friends;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;my boyfriend&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Dura&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Shafa&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Ably&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Rahman&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Jaemy&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Jamie&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Sin Yin&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Tze Tze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Being a superb party planner, my bestie used purple and pink as the theme. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I got L'Occitane's perfume, which still sit nicely on my dressing table till today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I got cake, chicken wing, Dura's famous apple crumble. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I wonder what happened to them this year?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I mean, I was at Langkawi that week to watch LIMA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Wasn't really my favourite. It was my boyfriend's. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hell yeah! I A.M. complaining right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Not that I complained that my friends weren't there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm complaining about something else, which still upsets me till now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But past is past. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ain't not gonna sulk about it. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;purple&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pink&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for my christmas theme this year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Other than the balls, nothing much on the tree.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;No presents underneath.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So yeah. It was really a blue christmas this year. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You know why I was in such a bad shape last month?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My career was in the downfall and I was forced to immediately find solutions, else I'll soon sitting by the roadside, begging for money.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Found another job, but I really have a hard time adapting to the new working environment. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You see. I'm the type of person who can't sit still, unless I'm occupied with loads of work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And you know how it's like being new to the working environment, not knowing anyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The first 2 days was really bad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have to be the Oscar Best Actress Employee, pretending to read some stuffs, getting all hardworking and all coz I ain't got no laptop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It was in the process.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well, now I got it lah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So wasn't that bad anyway. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh well. I guess I really can't complain much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I just pray and hope that next year will be a better year for me. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh ya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ain't got any plan on new year. Anyone got plan?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;p.s. When one is too stress, all the zits will pop out. Non-stop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783720037053549836-7005398071854359148?l=dutchess1204.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/feeds/7005398071854359148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783720037053549836&amp;postID=7005398071854359148' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783720037053549836/posts/default/7005398071854359148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783720037053549836/posts/default/7005398071854359148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/2009/12/2009-heart-to-heart-talk.html' title='2009 heart-to-heart talk'/><author><name>FatLouie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15293288174854273805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/TULW_ABJbUI/AAAAAAAAA5c/E2qb69NQj0s/s220/pull%2Bup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783720037053549836.post-2230371506983006254</id><published>2009-12-11T20:59:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T21:21:36.111+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new moon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jacob Black'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Taylor Lautner'/><title type='text'>Too much to handle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I don't think I can stand another minute staring at Taylor's sexy-ripped-muscular-hot bod, else I'll go sreaming inside my heart by just looking at his 8-pack washboard abs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;OMFG! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I know New Moon was rather boring (my boyfriend was practically in the "sleeping-sitting" position during the whole movie, so I know it's boring), but what kept me staring at the screen the whole 2-hours was, well, you know it, Jacob. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I just can't get enough of him!!!&lt;br /&gt;Aaacccckkkkkkk!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I honestly dunno how I'll react if I see him in person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll die standing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;He's just SOOOOOOOO perfect.&lt;br /&gt;His face, his super-white, straight teeth, his lips, his .. ooohhh ... 8-pack abs.... &lt;p&gt;Oh shit.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think I'm gonna faint. Again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 218px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413963068396825298" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/SyJCue7gatI/AAAAAAAAAp0/VJBKF71o-ps/s400/Taylor_Lautner_shirtless.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413963079213292322" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/SyJCvHOWmyI/AAAAAAAAAqE/d1IOZVWk118/s400/taylor+lautner.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 203px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413966859907277010" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/SyJGLLaCoNI/AAAAAAAAAqM/sVqXHU6nJMk/s400/Taylor_Lautner_Jacob_Black.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783720037053549836-2230371506983006254?l=dutchess1204.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/feeds/2230371506983006254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783720037053549836&amp;postID=2230371506983006254' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783720037053549836/posts/default/2230371506983006254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783720037053549836/posts/default/2230371506983006254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/2009/12/too-much-to-handle.html' title='Too much to handle'/><author><name>FatLouie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15293288174854273805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/TULW_ABJbUI/AAAAAAAAA5c/E2qb69NQj0s/s220/pull%2Bup.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/SyJCue7gatI/AAAAAAAAAp0/VJBKF71o-ps/s72-c/Taylor_Lautner_shirtless.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783720037053549836.post-5704867012752913244</id><published>2009-12-08T18:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T19:02:29.491+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>What would you do......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;.....if a close friend of yours keep on rejecting your lepak invites?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It could only means 2 things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;She means it when she said that she's super effin' busy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;She is purposedly trying to avoid you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I now really believe that I just don't have that "good-human-relationship" fate, if you know what I mean. It's like, everywhere I go, surely there are people who just don't get along with me and somehow, it'll affect my life. Most of the time, it'll be in the career sector. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If the relationship doesn't really affect my life, I will not give a damn about it. But if that person is whom I really care, then I'll get really, really disappointed and start having silly and sensitive thoughts. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;It's really fine by me that you wanna spend every waking hours with your family, but really? 24/7 with them? No socialising with friends at all?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sigh. I give up. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;p&gt;P.s. You know? With so many repeated histories&lt;br /&gt;happened to me, I really feel like I should,&lt;br /&gt;at least O.N.C.E., to believe in Lillian Too's fengshui.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe put a frog or something&lt;br /&gt;on my working table or whatever.&lt;/p&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/8783720037053549836-5704867012752913244?l=dutchess1204.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/feeds/5704867012752913244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783720037053549836&amp;postID=5704867012752913244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783720037053549836/posts/default/5704867012752913244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783720037053549836/posts/default/5704867012752913244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/2009/12/what-would-you-do.html' title='What would you do......'/><author><name>FatLouie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15293288174854273805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/TULW_ABJbUI/AAAAAAAAA5c/E2qb69NQj0s/s220/pull%2Bup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783720037053549836.post-3745268401822781955</id><published>2009-12-06T20:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T20:14:35.614+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>A word of advice - the best I've ever heard</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A very experience friend of mine told me this : &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Sometimes, life just doesn't go the way we've planned or the way we want it to be. So we will have to make decisions based on &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;what is appropriate&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;during that time and give ourself a time line, say 2 years. If you still couldn't get what you want in that 2 years time, you'll know that it's time to move on."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;What a very &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;T.R.U.E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; facts of life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Moi like. Very much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And I have already knew what I should do now. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Thank you, Kak Lina.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783720037053549836-3745268401822781955?l=dutchess1204.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/feeds/3745268401822781955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783720037053549836&amp;postID=3745268401822781955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783720037053549836/posts/default/3745268401822781955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783720037053549836/posts/default/3745268401822781955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/2009/12/word-of-advice-best-ive-ever-heard.html' title='A word of advice - the best I&apos;ve ever heard'/><author><name>FatLouie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15293288174854273805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/TULW_ABJbUI/AAAAAAAAA5c/E2qb69NQj0s/s220/pull%2Bup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783720037053549836.post-2822653390921509759</id><published>2009-12-04T14:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T15:11:29.610+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>moi birthday!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/Sxiz3psKHfI/AAAAAAAAApc/aE_63CDx-Qs/s1600-h/28th+birthday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 307px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411272720950894066" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/Sxiz3psKHfI/AAAAAAAAApc/aE_63CDx-Qs/s400/28th+birthday.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to me,&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to me,&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to meeeeeeeee,&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. I'm not pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be at Langkawi tonight, what!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783720037053549836-2822653390921509759?l=dutchess1204.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/feeds/2822653390921509759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783720037053549836&amp;postID=2822653390921509759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783720037053549836/posts/default/2822653390921509759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783720037053549836/posts/default/2822653390921509759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/2009/12/moi-birthday.html' title='moi birthday!!!'/><author><name>FatLouie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15293288174854273805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/TULW_ABJbUI/AAAAAAAAA5c/E2qb69NQj0s/s220/pull%2Bup.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/Sxiz3psKHfI/AAAAAAAAApc/aE_63CDx-Qs/s72-c/28th+birthday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783720037053549836.post-8561249431574296638</id><published>2009-11-28T13:04:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T13:47:28.188+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lui lui'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='convo'/><title type='text'>Belated Combo Celebration</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nov 13, 2009 &lt;p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It was mom's birthday. The timing was just right, with her arriving KL on her exact birthday date, and my sis's convo on the very next day. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Actually, my mom and dad came to KL purposedly for my sis's convo. And so, we got busy buying all the making-cake utensils few days before, and showing off our skills in baking. hehe... &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sis (Lui Lui) baked 2 different types of cakes - steam chocolate cupcake and steam cheesecake. The cheesecake laku bah! And since we haven't bought oven, so we steamed our cakes instead. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409018407341362306" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/SxCxlVEhjII/AAAAAAAAAoE/40czorG-x10/s400/P1040019.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Steam chocolate cupcake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409018410324592658" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/SxCxlgLyCBI/AAAAAAAAAoM/-t7qvSEGzqM/s400/P1040020.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Steam cheesecake &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And don't think that I didn't contribute anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I've made my very-the-expert (ehemmm) berries trfile. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409018421486831490" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/SxCxmJxER4I/AAAAAAAAAoU/Z8NKgzKCOAY/s400/P1040021.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Ta-da!!!&lt;br /&gt;Made by yours truly &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Mom was surprised, of course, as always. &lt;p align="justify"&gt;The best part about Mom is that she always appreciate what her kids do for her on special occassions. No matter what it is - from little gifts like earrings, brooches to big stuffs like, erm, bags? As long as you remember, that's what matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And I think, if we don't do anything for her, she wouldn't really mind, anyway. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But of course, we won't do that. :) &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409018423813014258" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/SxCxmSbrAvI/AAAAAAAAAoc/ISbK-C8AcvU/s400/P1040023.JPG" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy Birthday Mom!!! &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409018434849142626" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/SxCxm7i492I/AAAAAAAAAok/YBy7h1Z_BWs/s400/P1040024.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The whole family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Which also means, food feast!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's what we always do when we have gatherings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eat saja! &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nov 14, 2009 &lt;p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Lui Lui's convo at TAR College. Graduated with Adv Diploma in Accounting (I think! hehe...).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mom and Dad got there earlier with her, since the college only allowed the graduates to bring 2 person to attend the ceremony.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Me and youngest sis, Celes, slept at home lah, apa lagi. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Got ready around 3, got lost for a bit, konon want to try out The Duke Highway, konon want to reach there earlier, but it was really a risky thing to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Knowing my dad isn't really a patient guy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But luckily I knew some of the way when we reached Wangsa Maju, and we were just in time for the family-convo photo. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409019317874576610" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/SxCyaVEjzOI/AAAAAAAAAos/2PSknvDJxmo/s400/P1040025.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Waiting for our turn to take family photo&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409019323235591682" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/SxCyapCuZgI/AAAAAAAAAo0/BlKDNHX4Wcw/s400/P1040029.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sis getting ready for portrait&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409019325590664706" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/SxCyax0N9gI/AAAAAAAAAo8/rRA9oB_gKSY/s400/P1040033.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All the ladies! All like same age kan? (Chhhehhhhh)hehehehe.......&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409019335207309458" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/SxCybVpAUJI/AAAAAAAAApE/TLNpOakXWC0/s400/P1040039.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dad, Celes and Mom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Next graduation ceremony will be Celes&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And so, after a hot, tiring day, we went back, freshen up and head to Seoul Garden at One Utama for korean BBQ, as a celebration for Lui Lui.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;See? I told you it's all about food when we gather. It'll got worst when the whole pack of families (mom's side) meet up during Chinese New Year or Christmas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In our case, it'll be Christmas this year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So definitely looking forward to going back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;With all the party plans line up. (We are still in the midst of planning some stuffs. God! It's Dec already!!! No time. No time!)&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/SxCzAST02AI/AAAAAAAAApU/1PTIMkOmohg/s1600/P1040059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409019969968330754" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/SxCzAST02AI/AAAAAAAAApU/1PTIMkOmohg/s400/P1040059.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/SxCybxQm3LI/AAAAAAAAApM/oE5pd-BEBdw/s1600/P1040057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409019342621170866" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/SxCybxQm3LI/AAAAAAAAApM/oE5pd-BEBdw/s400/P1040057.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mom wanted to taste the ice-cream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dad buat dunno saja.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hehehe.....&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It'll only be April when mom comes over. That also 1 week only, I think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;She said she'll stay longer in June, during the mid-term school holiday.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Cool!! Looking forward to it! :)&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/8783720037053549836-8561249431574296638?l=dutchess1204.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/feeds/8561249431574296638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783720037053549836&amp;postID=8561249431574296638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783720037053549836/posts/default/8561249431574296638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783720037053549836/posts/default/8561249431574296638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/2009/11/belated-combo-celebration.html' title='Belated Combo Celebration'/><author><name>FatLouie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15293288174854273805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/TULW_ABJbUI/AAAAAAAAA5c/E2qb69NQj0s/s220/pull%2Bup.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/SxCxlVEhjII/AAAAAAAAAoE/40czorG-x10/s72-c/P1040019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783720037053549836.post-69422423961833576</id><published>2009-11-25T11:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T11:34:28.122+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='douchebag'/><title type='text'>Oh no! Another douchebag!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Never in my life, I've met such a dirtfuck bastard. This guy tops every of the other douchebags that I've met in my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;He twists my words. Say, I've said "A", he'll say that he never hear me say "A".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;He got no effin' balls to see me and listen to what I want to say. Coz he knows that he'll lost in the eyes of the law.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Never follow law and expect to get away with it, again and again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;He got no opinion of his own. He listens to his "dog". So I guess, if the dog barks "eat shit", he'll definitely go eat shit. *pity shrug*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;He's very good in running away from facing the truth and responsibilites.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Adeline! When will you ever learn? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Next time, put on a mask when go out interacting with people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Never show your true self.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Coz that's E.X.A.C.T.L.Y. how they treat you. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Challenges like this will not drown me, but only will make me a stronger person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783720037053549836-69422423961833576?l=dutchess1204.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/feeds/69422423961833576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783720037053549836&amp;postID=69422423961833576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783720037053549836/posts/default/69422423961833576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783720037053549836/posts/default/69422423961833576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/2009/11/oh-no-another-douchebag.html' title='Oh no! Another douchebag!'/><author><name>FatLouie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15293288174854273805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/TULW_ABJbUI/AAAAAAAAA5c/E2qb69NQj0s/s220/pull%2Bup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783720037053549836.post-614053806079845759</id><published>2009-11-22T20:02:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T00:32:02.808+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fitness'/><title type='text'>The start of Turbulence Training</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today is my first lesson of Turbulence Training (TT). I am and will try to follow Craig Ballantyne's TT for fat loss workout till the end of his routine, which is about, 28 weeks. We'll see how I changed in 28 weeks time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The rule is to get on the Introductory Level first, then only I can advance to Beginner Level, Intermediate Level and Original Level. It wasn't that bad since the workout was only 2 sets of each exercise. Not to brag or anything, but I think I managed well in these workouts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Here are the routine for today :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Warm Up : To perform this circuit 2x's using a 2-0-1 tempo&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(1) Prisoner squat - 10 reps&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(2) PushUp / Kneeling Pushup - 10 reps&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(3) Split squat - 10 reps &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Workout A (recommended by Craig but I pushed myself to do 3 sets each, rather than 2)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(A1) Lying Hip Extension (2 x 8) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(A2) Plank (2 x 15secs) - I did 30 secs, just to challenge myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(B1) Bodyweight squat (2 x 10)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(B2) Bird dog (2 x 5)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(C1) Kneeling pushup (2 x 8) - I did pushup, 3 x 10.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(C2) Side plank (2 x 5 secs per side)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(D1) Band pull (2 x 15)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(D2) Ab curl-up (2 x 6) - I did 15 reps for this. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Interval (I did my interval with cycling)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(1) Warm up for 5 mins&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(2) 1 min of hard-pace. Heart rate should be approximately 90% of my max heart rate. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Estimate max heart rate = 220 minus my age. In my case, it'll be 192.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(3) "Active rest" for 2 mins by exercising at slow pace; 60% of my max heart rate. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(4) Repeat for a total of 3 intervals.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(5) Finish with 5 mins of low-intensity cool down. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;By the end of the workout, I wasn't that drained out compare to other exercises which I've tried before. Mainly because the workout is for beginner, but being an obedient girl (ehem....), I feel the need to follow exactly Craig's instructions in this, if I want to see results. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;That includes the food as well! Oh God. I still need B.I.G help in that part, though I've already practised eating recommended, healthy food few days back. Believe me, it wasn't easy. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I thought I was eating healthily, but when I calculated my food intake, (visit &lt;a href="http://www.fitday.com/"&gt;http://www.fitday.com/&lt;/a&gt; for free calorie-counting food intake calculation) I am actually a high-carbs person. This is the part where I still dunno where I have done wrong. I have already reduced my rice to quarter, as Rajan from &lt;a href="http://www.fitnessmalaysiablog.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.fitnessmalaysiablog.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; said, size as my clenched fist, increasing my vegetables and fruit intake, and have spaghetti with tuna instead of rice for dinner. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Where have I done wrong? That, I still have to keep on observing on my food intake. I dunno about other people, but it's really time consuming to search for the food that I've taken, coz those food lists in &lt;a href="http://www.fitday.com/"&gt;http://www.fitday.com/&lt;/a&gt; webpage are quite, erm, western-y, if you know what I meant. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Plus, I dunno know all the fishes and veges' names. If I eat ikan kampung, I don't think it'll appear in the "mat salleh" list. Susah lah like that. So instead, I create my custom food. I became nutritionist wannabe for a while, recording down all the nutrition facts into my food list. Most likely, I'll repeat my meals. So, it'll make things easier down the road. :) &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;p.s. Celes, I know I owe u other stories besides my fitness stories. hehehe....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;sabar ya dik? hehehe.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783720037053549836-614053806079845759?l=dutchess1204.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/feeds/614053806079845759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783720037053549836&amp;postID=614053806079845759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783720037053549836/posts/default/614053806079845759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783720037053549836/posts/default/614053806079845759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/2009/11/start-of-turbulence-training.html' title='The start of Turbulence Training'/><author><name>FatLouie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15293288174854273805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/TULW_ABJbUI/AAAAAAAAA5c/E2qb69NQj0s/s220/pull%2Bup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783720037053549836.post-3805595474630258697</id><published>2009-11-12T13:57:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T14:06:11.496+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo'/><title type='text'>I'm so down I can almost see hell through my tears</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;God has given me a very big test. To see if I'll survive. So far, I couldn't handle it quite well. I feel so hopeless and I dunno where I should go. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;All I know is that I want to avoid people. I don't feel like seeing anybody. Even if I do, I have to put on a fake smile. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I just want to run away. That's the first thing appeared in my mind. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;People always say, things happened for better reason. I really hope that God has better arrangement for me. I really do. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Geez. I think I can see hell already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783720037053549836-3805595474630258697?l=dutchess1204.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/feeds/3805595474630258697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783720037053549836&amp;postID=3805595474630258697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783720037053549836/posts/default/3805595474630258697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783720037053549836/posts/default/3805595474630258697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-so-down-i-can-almost-see-hell.html' title='I&apos;m so down I can almost see hell through my tears'/><author><name>FatLouie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15293288174854273805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/TULW_ABJbUI/AAAAAAAAA5c/E2qb69NQj0s/s220/pull%2Bup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783720037053549836.post-7494666544916542891</id><published>2009-10-30T18:26:00.040+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T18:47:44.639+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cambodia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='siem reap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='phnom penh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'>Cam-Whore-Dia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Took me 3 friggin' days just to upload these pics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;No thanks to P1 WiMax for their tortoise internet speed. *applause*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And also the inefficiency of blogspot in uploading and arranging pics *double applause*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Plus the freshly-brewed-exhilirating-euphoric feeling of going for holiday has already basi-ed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So please bear with me ya? &lt;p&gt;You know, the best thing about going holiday with friends is that, you get to know more about them. You feel like you are this one-inch closer to understanding them.&lt;br /&gt;Which I've noticed why Aunty Carin loves to korek her luggage at the airport.&lt;br /&gt;Be it at the departure or during arrival. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398343060252409394" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/SurEaWIKPjI/AAAAAAAAAj0/cwYAoqdUkzQ/s400/IMG_5043.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aunty Carin opening up her luggage in Sept 2008, at Thailand Airport. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Krabi, to be exact. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Photographer : Lunatic Jaemy &lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398636739753498386" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/SuvPgvhhVxI/AAAAAAAAAkk/d72lrEex3X4/s400/IMG_0972.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aunty Carin opening up her luggage (again) in Oct 2009, at KLIA Airport, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;on the way to Cambodia. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Photographer : Monkey Helmi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mental note : I wonder why I was always caught in the pic beside her, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;watching her korek-ing her luggage. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Kudos to MAS's food-on-board. Still not losing their touch in the local food. &lt;div align="justify"&gt;I think we had nasi briyani with shrimp and chicken. Taste yummy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Too bad, I didn't ask for the white wine. It's F.R.E.E. ok? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But being an aviphobia, I was too busy focusing on teeny-weeny-shakes-on-plane rather than sipping the wine. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398339006920466434" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/SurAuaShIAI/AAAAAAAAAhk/dUgCrnzbbbU/s400/_DSC0894.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398339010460957442" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/SurAuneouwI/AAAAAAAAAhs/2xZwputCgV4/s400/_DSC0912.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nice view from top. Arriving the-flooded Cambodia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Our first stop at Phnom Penh was Wat Phnom. The history sounds something like this :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Onedayaveryrichladyfound4Buddhaheadbytheriverandthoughtthatwasablessing. Soshedecidedtobuildatempletoplacethese4Buddhaheads.&lt;br /&gt;Endofstory. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nah. I won't want to bored you with the history unless it's super exciting lah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Not that I can't remember. I can! My picture prooves it. &lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398636722036783186" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/SuvPfthhuFI/AAAAAAAAAkM/b21CR7X-9mo/s400/P1020583.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Noticed how I kerut dahi like that, like so attentive like that? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Helmi and Eugene were paying attention too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You can definitely just read from their body language. &lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398636725907177954" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/SuvPf78TQeI/AAAAAAAAAkU/c9vFLwDx5qA/s400/P1020586.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Super big grass &lt;strike&gt;cock&lt;/strike&gt; clock at Wat Phnom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After the trip, we went back to the sleazy, lousy, smelly 3-star hotel. It's actually located in the middle of the town.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dunno why, but I kept on searching for 7-11 coz I missed my usual morning-latte-in-can or afternoon-latte-in-can or evening-latte-in-can. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But to no avail!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I couldn't believe my eyes, that I couldn't even find one over there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So disappointing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Whenever I said, "How come no 7-11 one over here?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Eugene always answered me, "Eh, Shanghai is China's capital city, also only got two 7-11 leh."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then, is KL the mother of all capital cities then, since we have like 98514359019405 of 7-11?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway, we managed to find local beer which basically cost us only USD0.60!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Apa lagi! Drink like no tomorrow lah.&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Besides no 7-11, the traffic was really crazy beyond words over there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;To cut long story short, there is simply no rules.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You'll see people crossing in the middle of roundabout!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Imagine if you do that in KL?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;One thing that amazed me was that, some Harrier or big cars over there, do not have no plate. According to the tour guide, they are super rich to the extend that they want privacy and want nobody recognise their no plate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Erm, is it any logic over here?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And it was only 2 months ago that the government decided to apply new rules : The driver must put on seat belt when drive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;HhhhaaaalllloooooOOOOOOOoooooo???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;How I wish I stayed there. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398636729633650386" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/SuvPgJ0wttI/AAAAAAAAAkc/JP-J8OlQpEY/s400/P1020606.JPG" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, the second day was a rather stressful tour. It was not the King's Palace that make me felt that way.&lt;br /&gt;It was the Toul Sleng Museum and The Killing Field.&lt;br /&gt;In 1975-1979, Cambodia had been taken over by this one guy name Pol Pot. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A rather demanding, cold-blooded leader of Khmer Rouge, whom had killed more than 3 million of innocent people during his time, which they called Pol Pot Regime.&lt;br /&gt;We went to the school-turned-prison museum and saw lotsa proofs, torturing tools and the rooms where they kept the victims.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Thank God I'm not those people who can see ghost.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Otherwise, I'll pengsan already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Though I couldn't see, let alone feel anything, but somehow, I just felt so...so...unhappy, when I listened to our tour guide, Mr. Nara, telling stories. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;He was there during the Pol Pot regime, you know?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Got slashed at the back for just not turning up to work at the paddy field.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Got locked up in a dark room for few days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Until one officer came in, interrogated him, only to find that his father used to be the officer's leader in the previous work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The officer rescued him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And he was freed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But days later, the officer got killed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sad right? *sob-sob*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398718413164295266" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/SuwZywsEtGI/AAAAAAAAAks/Bzkgk9QLQEo/s400/P1020724.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The stupa at Killing Field, storing about 8000 pieces of bones from the victims&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398718420914087634" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/SuwZzNjxJtI/AAAAAAAAAk0/6Pdf1JvPPcE/s400/P1020726.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And so we ended our night at a bar in Mekong River.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Looked quite like Patong Beach at Phuket, minus the rows-of-transvestite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Lotsa guai lous over there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But rather quiet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nobody played Pitbull songs!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Not even English songs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398718422236561426" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/SuwZzSfEgBI/AAAAAAAAAk8/yR4qkK7KUWI/s400/P1020736.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Strutted in style at Mekong River&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We embarked our next journey to Siem Reap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I kept on thinking, if Phnom Penh, the capital city of Cambodia, looks really like a 3rd world country, without any 7-11 there, I hate to think how Phnom Penh will be like. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I don't even want to put on high expectation on the toilet at the hotel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Phnom Penh is more on the country side!" Eugene said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My assumption was proven right when we arrived at the bus station. (Please scroll down)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398718434034853122" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/SuwZz-cAJQI/AAAAAAAAAlE/tTJW1gxWaSE/s400/P1020759.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was so shocked to see the bus station in this condition.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All flooded. Muddy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I shouted, "Sin Yin, faster take picture of this bloody bus station.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wanna put it in my blog!" &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398719647625001810" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/Suwa6nacO1I/AAAAAAAAAls/5D0PUZKRGu8/s400/P1020804.JPG" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Siem Reap was practically flooded due to the hurricane&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;which "attacked" Cambodia few days back, before we arrived.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The water was up to knee level! &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Behind every cloud is a silver lining.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And definitely, definitely, don't judge a book by its cover. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Because.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We were greeted with friendly hotel people and being served with fresh orange juice while waiting to check-in to our room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We kept on ooh-ahh-ing like kampung people, and took at least 50 pictures at the hotel. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;No lah. Exaggerating lah, but definitely a lot of pics we have here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's a friggin' 4-star man!! &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398719636852775426" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/Suwa5_SJGgI/AAAAAAAAAlU/nS2nNB4QiH8/s400/P1020777.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Helmi was very happy, sipping Siem Reap's orange juice. &lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398718438692249474" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/SuwZ0PyaX4I/AAAAAAAAAlM/oQ2L3z62KTE/s400/P1020773.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eugene couldn't resist lying down at the gazebo at the lobby hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398339016421392450" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/SurAu9rtwEI/AAAAAAAAAh0/o0TGcOh44cM/s400/_DSC1129.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Isn't it amazing? See what I meant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't need to see the toilet anymore, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;coz I know this hotel won't let me down. *wink* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398719643192014738" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/Suwa6W5iN5I/AAAAAAAAAlk/IoFmTTC2-Rs/s400/P1020802.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We even got kiasu-ed inside the lift.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like never see mirror on top of our head before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's why we took pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Wasting no more time, we got changed and headed to the pool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Got kiasu a bit here also coz the previous hotel did not have any pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398719634541850066" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/Suwa52rLLdI/AAAAAAAAAlc/G6s7OEtNtwc/s400/P1020783.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eugene flexing his newly-developed muscles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398343040025392194" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/SurEZKxqdEI/AAAAAAAAAjU/0l2c9zdXRcI/s400/DSC_9557.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Helmi showing off his jumping skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398343048113953506" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/SurEZo6IGuI/AAAAAAAAAjc/enZVaj60_yI/s400/DSC_9568.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me obviously enjoying the water. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There's a price to pay for staying in such a beautiful room. Hehehe...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We have to climb a lot you know??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398719652355126146" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/Suwa65CMM4I/AAAAAAAAAl0/Apua-h4MuyE/s400/P1020818.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We have to climb up the steep staircase at Bakheng Hills,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in hope that we'll catch the sunset and see Angkor Wat from there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But it was bloody raining that time,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so all we saw was just mist and clouds and raindrops.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But we were having good time coz despite its wetness,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it was really soothing weather to climb up a 45-mins hill.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I don't really mind. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398339022200746034" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/SurAvTNnsDI/AAAAAAAAAh8/xL3Y3WAbuQo/s400/_DSC1183.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;See the happy faces? hahaha.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398730956537678834" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/SuwlM4ZVS_I/AAAAAAAAAnU/3HAgtS12I_M/s400/P1020939.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;More climbing on 4th day at some temples&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398340221281623202" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/SurB1GIx3KI/AAAAAAAAAis/kL6AfaPRRVs/s400/_DSC1444.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;See how steep the stairs were? &lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398730946648070290" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/SuwlMTjd2JI/AAAAAAAAAnM/zANX4IOTo88/s400/P1020920.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You take my pic, I take yours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After temple-treking, some more we have jumped you know? &lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398730969555386162" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/SuwlNo4_vzI/AAAAAAAAAns/pj915hGKP3c/s400/P1020976.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jumping at Angkor Wat's entrance &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398730965209021954" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/SuwlNYsvfgI/AAAAAAAAAnk/jb1yZ5pfiGE/s400/P1020974.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It required skills and accuracy to get this shot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After few times also still failed, we gave up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Plus, we were too embarassed to keep on asking the tour guide to take for us. &lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398339464503805026" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/SurBJC64xGI/AAAAAAAAAic/LYRl-E0cZNs/s400/_DSC1335.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jumped some more at some temples. Phew! &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398339469910939474" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/SurBJXEDF1I/AAAAAAAAAik/j8S7_XmNaCQ/s400/_DSC1389.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then, Carin practicing her tongue-action with the stone-face. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398730960685307266" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/SuwlNH2NFYI/AAAAAAAAAnc/_FSl1zujv8w/s400/P1020953.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then we have to hide behind elephant trunk leh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No wonder the hotel is superb lah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Told you there's a price to pay. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Eugene and Helmi went to sunrise at Angkor Wat on the 4th day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398339452401381170" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/SurBIV1cbzI/AAAAAAAAAiE/agu9cFBHw0g/s400/_DSC1212.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Angkor Wat view at dawn&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398339458283910498" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/SurBIrv8tWI/AAAAAAAAAiM/OwXHcr3gaZU/s400/_DSC1250.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Angkor Wat during sunrise&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398339461873307618" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/SurBI5Huj-I/AAAAAAAAAiU/uxSyUfo4vZI/s400/_DSC1272.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When the sun shone upon Angkor Wat, the building became gold colour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Another amazing place at Siem Reap is the whatsisname temple, where gargantuan trees grow on the temple supporting the structure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It is said that, if there were no trees, the whole temple will collapse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Somehow, the trees just grew on the rocks, just like that, believe it or not. &lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398340226686010130" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/SurB1aRSQxI/AAAAAAAAAi0/MIJkUkFB4ZY/s400/_DSC1547.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Another weird place we went to was some road-side hawker stall that sells duck egg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Duck fetus to be exact.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Me, Carin and Helmi didn't eat, obviously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But Eugene, the tour guide and the driver actually love eating it!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398720459150444738" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/Suwbp2lLyMI/AAAAAAAAAl8/pu1oPdYfoNM/s400/P1020843.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our tour guide in the middle. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Full of smile! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398720462344104930" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/SuwbqCenK-I/AAAAAAAAAmE/-VWptjjnZvs/s400/P1020844.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398720466675961778" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/SuwbqSnaD7I/AAAAAAAAAmM/e5aNiF6pX8c/s400/P1020847.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;See?? See??? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The whole duck fetus in it. I'm not joking!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398636717295244546" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/SuvPfb3DlQI/AAAAAAAAAkE/bFp8_q4LXRc/s400/P1020556.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fried cockcroaches and other stuffs are their, erm, keropok. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After the hard days work, we were given a treat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;F.R.E.E. Traditional Khmer Massage - complimentary gift by the agency.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So nice right? &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398340229297367522" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/SurB1j_4aeI/AAAAAAAAAi8/K45tVtqm-YY/s400/_DSC1587.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Helmi immediately felt very light that he immediately can float! &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We went to the night market on our very last night at Siem Reap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We, at least me, still felt like I didn't shop much souveniers to bring back home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The market is really cool, though all the stuffs sold there are "repeated".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;To get the best deal, you will need to hone your negotiation skills.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And you'll be surprised at how much you can get at the end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I totally had fun shopping there. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398340235668107106" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/SurB17uyL2I/AAAAAAAAAjE/3DgR2DMQTf8/s400/_DSC1612.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aunty Carin so happy to get good deal, and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;found some painting for Roger, if I'm not mistaken. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Besides souveniers and histories and memories, I've brougt back another thing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tanned!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But not so much lah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Whole day walking under the sun around Angkor Wat and all the temples, soaking wet with sweats.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Carin kept on saying that my shoulders were burnt and wanted to take pic to show me, since I couldn't really turn my head and see it right? &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398731412611168114" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/SuwlnbZud3I/AAAAAAAAAn0/OuhmxToOw9s/s400/P1030033.JPG" /&gt; But it was not as bad as in Krabi, or any other island trip, anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So no biggie. :)&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/8783720037053549836-7494666544916542891?l=dutchess1204.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/feeds/7494666544916542891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783720037053549836&amp;postID=7494666544916542891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783720037053549836/posts/default/7494666544916542891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783720037053549836/posts/default/7494666544916542891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/2009/10/cam-whore-dia.html' title='Cam-Whore-Dia'/><author><name>FatLouie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15293288174854273805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/TULW_ABJbUI/AAAAAAAAA5c/E2qb69NQj0s/s220/pull%2Bup.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/SurEaWIKPjI/AAAAAAAAAj0/cwYAoqdUkzQ/s72-c/IMG_5043.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783720037053549836.post-731785348942743673</id><published>2009-10-23T20:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T20:31:36.207+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Random Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1. Hate my hair so much - checked. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2. Still very tired and all drained-up - checked. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;3. Hate waiting. So bloody waste of time - checked. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;4. Hate my job - checked, checked. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;5. People with no aim in life pisses me off (I know it's none of my business but so what?) - checked, checked. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;6. No bloody $$$ to release stress (coz I notice you need $$ to release ie retail therapy, booze etc) - checked, checked, checked. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;7. Hate KL road and the cars on it. Too loaded with them cars (Can I like go back to where I belong?) - checked, checked, checked, checked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In the end, you are left with nobody with your problems.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783720037053549836-731785348942743673?l=dutchess1204.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/feeds/731785348942743673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783720037053549836&amp;postID=731785348942743673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783720037053549836/posts/default/731785348942743673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783720037053549836/posts/default/731785348942743673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/2009/10/random-thoughts.html' title='Random Thoughts'/><author><name>FatLouie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15293288174854273805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/TULW_ABJbUI/AAAAAAAAA5c/E2qb69NQj0s/s220/pull%2Bup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783720037053549836.post-6341159078785776147</id><published>2009-10-18T23:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T14:32:12.434+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Super drained out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Man. It was the busiest week of my life! (Which is why I still haven't got any time to update my Cambodia trip here, though my fb was flooded with the pics, but uploading pics are so much easier than composing a post) &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Back to 1 week earlier, my first job after Cambodia was to help out my sis with some poster design. Took half a day to do it and after few days, my sis told me that their posters a.k.a. moi design, have been selected. Greeaatttt!! Well, not that I've designed any super duper &lt;strike&gt;powderful&lt;/strike&gt; powerful poster. Hehe... &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then came the freelance job, which was quite urgent. (Well, freelance job is ALWAYS urgent, if you ask me) I have to complete 30 pcs of A3-size drawings, in which there is at least 3 plans and elevations in it, by Thursday morning. Started on Monday though. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;OMG. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And then the bootcamp. Woke up at wee hours in the morning, 430am to be exact, drove all the way to PJ Padang Astaka for my 1st session. I tell you, stopping gym for a month definitely wont do any good for your muscles, especially when you join another gruelling training without any pre-exercise. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm telling ya. My muscles still sore ever since I joined last Tuesday. I walked funny. Butt all jutting out. Not the sexy jut-out, but donald-duck-posture jut-out. So not sexy. Haiya. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So now you know why I'm like so drained-out. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So next week will be my R.E.S.T. W.E.E.K. *super wide grin* &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;p.s. I'm gonna stop bootcamp now due to health reasons. Too bad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Attended only 2 sessions. I really wanna see how far I can go. *sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783720037053549836-6341159078785776147?l=dutchess1204.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/feeds/6341159078785776147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783720037053549836&amp;postID=6341159078785776147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783720037053549836/posts/default/6341159078785776147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783720037053549836/posts/default/6341159078785776147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/2009/10/super-drained-out.html' title='Super drained out'/><author><name>FatLouie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15293288174854273805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/TULW_ABJbUI/AAAAAAAAA5c/E2qb69NQj0s/s220/pull%2Bup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783720037053549836.post-1742248216334007180</id><published>2009-10-09T15:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T15:37:41.983+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sagittarius'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='horoscope'/><title type='text'>Horoscope is wicked!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sagittarius Horoscope &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Adeline, &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you are worried about your future you cannot escape those concerns by booking a flight to Aruba on your credit cards. You may find much greater comfort right now by sitting down with a financial or spiritual advisor than sitting on a beach. Granted, the latter idea will have greater appeal. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;How they know what's in my mind? Wicked!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783720037053549836-1742248216334007180?l=dutchess1204.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/feeds/1742248216334007180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783720037053549836&amp;postID=1742248216334007180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783720037053549836/posts/default/1742248216334007180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783720037053549836/posts/default/1742248216334007180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/2009/10/horoscope-is-wicked.html' title='Horoscope is wicked!'/><author><name>FatLouie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15293288174854273805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/TULW_ABJbUI/AAAAAAAAA5c/E2qb69NQj0s/s220/pull%2Bup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783720037053549836.post-4852595184375557088</id><published>2009-10-09T09:53:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T23:45:43.207+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cambodia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='siem reap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='phnom penh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'>I is back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The one very thing that I hate most when coming back after a holiday is that, I'm being transported back to reality. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's funny that, on the very last day of the holiday till the minute I touchdown at KL airport, my mood will definitely be at the lowest point. Oh how I hate that feeling. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And to make it worse, the first sms that I got was from my boss, talking about some work. What a joy! But not this Cambodia holiday lah. Luckily I do not have any major projects on-going. One project was at the finishing stage already. So, this time, I thank my lucky star. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And so, I've just got back from Phnom Penh and Siem Reap and as usual, I'll upload some pics for you guys to enjoy. It was definitely a very interesting trip, minus the sweats, but sweating was good. Coz I get to loose some weight despite the fact that I ate a lot and drank a lot. I tell you. The liquor and cocktails and wine over there are like so friggin' cheap. The most expensive cocktail costs only USD4!! It's like, almost 50% from the normal, clubbing, cocktail price in KL! &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;That's why I love Cambodia, Siem Reap, most particularly. *wink* &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;P.s. come back for more pics and updates on my trip! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783720037053549836-4852595184375557088?l=dutchess1204.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/feeds/4852595184375557088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783720037053549836&amp;postID=4852595184375557088' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783720037053549836/posts/default/4852595184375557088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783720037053549836/posts/default/4852595184375557088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-is-back.html' title='I is back!'/><author><name>FatLouie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15293288174854273805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/TULW_ABJbUI/AAAAAAAAA5c/E2qb69NQj0s/s220/pull%2Bup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783720037053549836.post-7148878135646053425</id><published>2009-09-28T09:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T10:37:22.346+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>I ain't wanna do this no more</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have to let them out from my chest, otherwise I'll be in mental hospital soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Coz &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I now officially hate my job&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;To the max. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Pros (despite the hate-my-job thingy, there are surprisingly still some pros)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;No punch card. You can just come in anytime of the day, or not even show up for 1 week without applying any leave at all. I'm not joking! Basically because my boss is hardly around. Comes in 2-3 hours in 2 weeks. Freedom, I tell you. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Another reason no need to apply leave even if I don't show up for a week is because I'm a sales designer. I run around. Meeting suppliers &lt;strong&gt;at site&lt;/strong&gt;. Meeting client &lt;strong&gt;at site&lt;/strong&gt;. Attending demanding complaints from clients &lt;strong&gt;at site&lt;/strong&gt;. Fuck sub-con &lt;strong&gt;at site&lt;/strong&gt;. Yeah. &lt;strong&gt;Site&lt;/strong&gt;. Woot! &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Can go yam cha anytime with anyone. Boss will never ask. No need to sign any record book, where you go and stuffs. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Cons&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Site&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;more sites&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! Ain't a job for a lady, I tell ya. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Commissions somehow, I never get it. The rules is that I'll get my commission after client make full payment. Which is quite rare. Ya. Clients like to hold payment and use excuses like, you haven't finished the defects, so I ain't gonna pay you, unless you've finished everything. I dunno why we can't sue them since they've already signed the contract, about paying 100% upon completion of the project. These are under the defects category, which we have 1 year guaranteed on manufacturing defects. But they don't understand. They thought keeping the money will like.... I seriously dunno what the hell they are thinking. So that is why I didn't get any commission even after I've worked for 1.5 years now. I stay because of the freedom. That's all. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Commission-based salary comes with low basic. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I'm stuck! Arrgghhhh!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783720037053549836-7148878135646053425?l=dutchess1204.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/feeds/7148878135646053425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783720037053549836&amp;postID=7148878135646053425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783720037053549836/posts/default/7148878135646053425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783720037053549836/posts/default/7148878135646053425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-aint-wanna-do-this-no-more.html' title='I ain&apos;t wanna do this no more'/><author><name>FatLouie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15293288174854273805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/TULW_ABJbUI/AAAAAAAAA5c/E2qb69NQj0s/s220/pull%2Bup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783720037053549836.post-8761711161646032059</id><published>2009-09-25T09:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T09:41:36.928+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bootcamp'/><title type='text'>Bootcamp for Koh Lipe</title><content type='html'>*really, extremely, super wide grin*&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I've taken up the step to sign myself up in a bootcamp.&lt;br /&gt;I actually saw the advert in FB 2 months back.&lt;br /&gt;The minute I saw their videos on the website, I was totally in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, I dragged.&lt;br /&gt;Dunno why.&lt;br /&gt;But again, 2 nights ago, CLEO featured 1 article about the bootcamp and again, my feelings came back.&lt;br /&gt;Just as how excited I felt 2 months back when I first saw their ads.&lt;br /&gt;The next day, I found myself signing up without thinking twice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh boy! Can't I just wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.....the bootcamp intention is actually to have nicer bod for Koh Lipe in Nov. hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;Trips to gym are kinda boring now.&lt;br /&gt;Hence, the different approach to fitness. *wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to Bootcamp!&lt;br /&gt;Hooyah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/SrwdznGosII/AAAAAAAAAhU/M2VkVAimoZY/s1600-h/bootcamp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385212026935619714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 185px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/SrwdznGosII/AAAAAAAAAhU/M2VkVAimoZY/s400/bootcamp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/SrwdzOWuGwI/AAAAAAAAAhM/bOlmmZAlQhw/s1600-h/bootcamp2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385212020292197122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/SrwdzOWuGwI/AAAAAAAAAhM/bOlmmZAlQhw/s400/bootcamp2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/8783720037053549836-8761711161646032059?l=dutchess1204.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/feeds/8761711161646032059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783720037053549836&amp;postID=8761711161646032059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783720037053549836/posts/default/8761711161646032059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783720037053549836/posts/default/8761711161646032059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/2009/09/bootcamp-for-koh-lipe.html' title='Bootcamp for Koh Lipe'/><author><name>FatLouie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15293288174854273805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/TULW_ABJbUI/AAAAAAAAA5c/E2qb69NQj0s/s220/pull%2Bup.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/SrwdznGosII/AAAAAAAAAhU/M2VkVAimoZY/s72-c/bootcamp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783720037053549836.post-6215209336062860010</id><published>2009-09-20T20:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T21:28:54.368+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ski'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='surf'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ibiza'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='suntan'/><title type='text'>Hot and Cold</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In serious need of running away because of the long weekend.&lt;br /&gt;Feel like so wasted, doing nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Though it'll be kind to my bank account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But right now, I really wanna do these stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383533241003031906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 244px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/SrYm9aJ-PWI/AAAAAAAAAg0/vLPQIfbHFcA/s400/heavenlybeach-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Source : &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.photobucket.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;http://media.photobucket.com&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Suntanning at Ibiza, particularly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But you know me. Any beach will do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Erm. Not Port Dickson though. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383533225552111490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/SrYm8gmL54I/AAAAAAAAAgk/7uuNBEHC_gY/s400/San+Antonio.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Source : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://image.google.com.my/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://image.google.com.my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yeah. Looking at the seaside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wearing bikini.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Getting tan. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/SrYm-Qj_3gI/AAAAAAAAAhE/4N33Q2U2XrA/s1600-h/bali.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383533255607705090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 276px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/SrYm-Qj_3gI/AAAAAAAAAhE/4N33Q2U2XrA/s400/bali.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Source : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.errantsurftravel.co.uk/images/bali.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.errantsurftravel.co.uk/images/bali.jpg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes. I've always wanted to learn surfing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The nearest and cheapest place that I could think of is Bali.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But why am I not heading there?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After all, I've been to most of islands in Thailand already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No. Please. Not minta puji. Heh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But believe me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One day, I'll be there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Surfing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/SrYm95YLTFI/AAAAAAAAAg8/EtBq9UkMPfs/s1600-h/dj_tiesto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383533249384107090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/SrYm95YLTFI/AAAAAAAAAg8/EtBq9UkMPfs/s400/dj_tiesto.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Source : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http:///natxymusic.kit.net/artistas/d/dj_tiesto.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http:///natxymusic.kit.net/artistas/d/dj_tiesto.jpg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's been a while since I've put my dancing shoes on. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/SrYm8x0Z_RI/AAAAAAAAAgs/kD7SdILJ6eI/s1600-h/WomensSkiCamp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383533230175157522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/SrYm8x0Z_RI/AAAAAAAAAgs/kD7SdILJ6eI/s400/WomensSkiCamp.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Source : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.altalodge.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.altalodge.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yup. Believe it or not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And laugh all you want.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is another hobby or skill that I'd like to experience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At least before I'm too old to try it. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I really think that I should be a Spanish babe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Or maybe French babe. (Don't roll your eyes!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sometimes, I think my life should be near the beach, at least. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And I should have the golden tan, rather than fair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And I couldn't think of any better place than Ibiza.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Where all the party is. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And all the hunky, 6-packs, straight dudes are. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(I just don't understand why Malaysian guys prefer to have big belly than 6-packs. I really don't. And it actually makes all the limited 6-packs dudes like so damn perasan that they are effin' hot. Tsk tsk.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well....no harm dreaming right? *wink* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783720037053549836-6215209336062860010?l=dutchess1204.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/feeds/6215209336062860010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783720037053549836&amp;postID=6215209336062860010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783720037053549836/posts/default/6215209336062860010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783720037053549836/posts/default/6215209336062860010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dutchess1204.blogspot.com/2009/09/hot-and-cold.html' title='Hot and Cold'/><author><name>FatLouie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15293288174854273805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/TULW_ABJbUI/AAAAAAAAA5c/E2qb69NQj0s/s220/pull%2Bup.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VkyOPqJsVt8/SrYm9aJ-PWI/AAAAAAAAAg0/vLPQIfbHFcA/s72-c/heavenlybeach-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
