<?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-1780893652407236861</id><updated>2012-02-16T22:01:15.090-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life on the other side of the Globe</title><subtitle type='html'>This is a journey about me ... an Asian adapting to the life of an American. A 360 deg change from growing up in the East to living in the West. 

How a normal mixed race marriage life is seen and told from the eyes of a Chinese. 

A Double whamy tale from being Single to being Married, from detesting pets to a proud pet owner of a massive 25 pounds Cat and a Golden Retriever. 

The things that I never thought possible is happening right in my life.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianahatfield.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780893652407236861/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianahatfield.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780893652407236861/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Diana LEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14418897643912135928</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/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/S0NkmZQDGtI/AAAAAAAAAf8/5iU2_BY-_I4/S220/diana+new+hat.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>268</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780893652407236861.post-8595693540387930260</id><published>2010-09-15T22:32:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T22:37:02.599-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Story of my life.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/TJGCKBGrGxI/AAAAAAAAAhU/QMs1XGPO8JY/s1600/hatlee+014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517334127112297234" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/TJGCKBGrGxI/AAAAAAAAAhU/QMs1XGPO8JY/s320/hatlee+014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Today, start work at 9.15am. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;30 mins lunch. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Finished work at 8pm ...... END OF STORY ! :/&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/1780893652407236861-8595693540387930260?l=dianahatfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianahatfield.blogspot.com/feeds/8595693540387930260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780893652407236861&amp;postID=8595693540387930260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780893652407236861/posts/default/8595693540387930260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780893652407236861/posts/default/8595693540387930260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianahatfield.blogspot.com/2010/09/story-of-my-life.html' title='Story of my life.....'/><author><name>Diana LEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14418897643912135928</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/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/S0NkmZQDGtI/AAAAAAAAAf8/5iU2_BY-_I4/S220/diana+new+hat.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/TJGCKBGrGxI/AAAAAAAAAhU/QMs1XGPO8JY/s72-c/hatlee+014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780893652407236861.post-1646669134939432800</id><published>2010-09-13T21:09:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T21:19:40.461-04:00</updated><title type='text'>May The Force be with Us</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/TI7MgKRoccI/AAAAAAAAAhM/GqZ7RN7rx8Q/s1600/Spread.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 160px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516571446461624770" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/TI7MgKRoccI/AAAAAAAAAhM/GqZ7RN7rx8Q/s320/Spread.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I know I've been a slacker when it comes to my blog but every single ounce of energy I had in my entire being is totally drained by the time I stepped out of my office. Seriously, there are many times when I have to hold my pee just so I can finish my work and leave on time. But seriously of the entire 4 mths I've worked at my job. I only leave "on-the-dot" like a handful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;So by the time I've left the office, I am just happy to race home, take a cold shower and lie on the bed, rot and indulge in my reality shows... and not forgetting cuddle with HatLee.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Again, I will try to gather my energy and try to be more active in my blogs and more proactive in loading pics and giving updates cause there's so much going on. But until that happen and my next post - May the Force be with Us  !&lt;/span&gt; :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;P/S: 1 yr ago, we were in Singapore for our Chinese Wedding :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;PP/S: Thank You girls for rememebering this day.....&lt;/span&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/1780893652407236861-1646669134939432800?l=dianahatfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianahatfield.blogspot.com/feeds/1646669134939432800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780893652407236861&amp;postID=1646669134939432800' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780893652407236861/posts/default/1646669134939432800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780893652407236861/posts/default/1646669134939432800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianahatfield.blogspot.com/2010/09/may-force-be-with-us.html' title='May The Force be with Us'/><author><name>Diana LEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14418897643912135928</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/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/S0NkmZQDGtI/AAAAAAAAAf8/5iU2_BY-_I4/S220/diana+new+hat.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/TI7MgKRoccI/AAAAAAAAAhM/GqZ7RN7rx8Q/s72-c/Spread.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780893652407236861.post-1493613066472589301</id><published>2010-01-23T09:10:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T09:17:44.962-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bare with Me !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I know I need to get my act togther and stop slacking off from updating my blog. But it's just been a challenge after returning home from work and trying to get as much done in the house as I can (since I have OCD) and spend sometime with HatLee and Mooch before I knock out and call it a day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I've finally got the photos from our Anniversary trip downloaded but I just need to load it on slide. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;So here's a preview ..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;BTW, Thank God It's Weekend !!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/S1sEN0Lqm-I/AAAAAAAAAg0/4tHdnvDeDE8/s1600-h/592.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429938411117648866" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/S1sEN0Lqm-I/AAAAAAAAAg0/4tHdnvDeDE8/s320/592.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/S1sEjB3CsUI/AAAAAAAAAg8/YdiAx8lKO84/s1600-h/583.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429938775566496066" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/S1sEjB3CsUI/AAAAAAAAAg8/YdiAx8lKO84/s320/583.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/1780893652407236861-1493613066472589301?l=dianahatfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianahatfield.blogspot.com/feeds/1493613066472589301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780893652407236861&amp;postID=1493613066472589301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780893652407236861/posts/default/1493613066472589301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780893652407236861/posts/default/1493613066472589301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianahatfield.blogspot.com/2010/01/bare-with-me.html' title='Bare with Me !'/><author><name>Diana LEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14418897643912135928</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/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/S0NkmZQDGtI/AAAAAAAAAf8/5iU2_BY-_I4/S220/diana+new+hat.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/S1sEN0Lqm-I/AAAAAAAAAg0/4tHdnvDeDE8/s72-c/592.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780893652407236861.post-8280599622175459067</id><published>2010-01-07T09:48:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T10:11:54.217-05:00</updated><title type='text'>TAMPA ! Can't Wait !!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/S0X5gB0U9DI/AAAAAAAAAgs/htsoLbenywE/s1600-h/air+freshener+065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424015654876673074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/S0X5gB0U9DI/AAAAAAAAAgs/htsoLbenywE/s320/air+freshener+065.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;YES ! It's my long awaited and our well deserved anniversary trip. We're heading to Tampa, FL tomorrow and returning on Sunday !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul and me would be celebrating our 3rd wedding anniversary on 11th Jan but this weekend would be a getaway for us to enjoy ourselves and be/act silly. I'm excited cause I've never been to Tampa and it's been ages since Paul have been there, so we're excited to explore the place. It was a long awaited break from work cause I actually applied for 1 day for friday way back in Oct 09.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You heard it right ! I applied for it 3 months ago thus I'm really looking forward to this trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beside our "exploration", I've got a shopping mission to accomplish and I'm totally excited about it. KATE SPADE, HERE I COME with Klarie's shopping list *lol*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;The exciting news is, the hotel we're staying is 5 mins from the International Plaza (Mall) and when I told Paul that I want to go to the mall and spend a couple of hours there and his adorable reply is "Yes ! We can hang out at the mall, We'll check the place out and do whatever you want !" So that's really exciting coming from your husband for wanting to hang out at the mall but I think he is really afraid I'll whip out my Bruce Lee's arm/neck chock on him *lol* .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought it would be possible but we've made it to another year and no one is disfigured or injured !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus HAPPY ANNIVERSARY To MY INSANE HUSBAND, who never fail to drive me bonkers one min and pour me liqour and offered to vacuum and do the laundry the next. &lt;/span&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/1780893652407236861-8280599622175459067?l=dianahatfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianahatfield.blogspot.com/feeds/8280599622175459067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780893652407236861&amp;postID=8280599622175459067' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780893652407236861/posts/default/8280599622175459067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780893652407236861/posts/default/8280599622175459067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianahatfield.blogspot.com/2010/01/tampa-cant-wait.html' title='TAMPA ! Can&apos;t Wait !!!!'/><author><name>Diana LEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14418897643912135928</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/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/S0NkmZQDGtI/AAAAAAAAAf8/5iU2_BY-_I4/S220/diana+new+hat.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/S0X5gB0U9DI/AAAAAAAAAgs/htsoLbenywE/s72-c/air+freshener+065.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780893652407236861.post-6511212036276430280</id><published>2010-01-05T11:17:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T11:37:51.119-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I confess, I've been slacking the past couple of months from updating my blog and everyone's been asking me "When are you going to update your blog ?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I was busy catching up with my beauty sleep ? Or busy trying to get as much sleep as I can get or even better - Achieve my sleep record (so far the high score is 18 hours of non stop sleep). So today, I shall get my slacker butt together and begin my typing and rambling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Fast forward to NOW ! I am certain everyone have the same question as I do, "Where did the year go ?" But before we can even sit down and recall the past year, here we are with 2010 slapping us right on our face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rather than questioning and wondering about the past, perhaps we can embrace and look forward to the brand new year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Everyone have been telling me their new year resolutions and I'm not trying to be a smart as* but I just want to be realistic and my reply to them is "It doesn't matter what your resolution is or how many resolutions you have. What matter is how many resolutions you can keep them !"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, my main 2010 resolution is to achieve "Zen-ness" (i.e, Do not let anyone bothers me, Do not let anything bug me ! ) Not forgetting to travel as much as I can, read as much as I can and to at least try to eat healthy (I did said TRY) .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Right, back to the how many resolutions one can keep !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's hope 2010 will bring everyone great health, plently of wealth, lots of love and tons of laughters !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Ethan - This year, you shall be healthy and don't let your mummy and godmamas worry about you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Celia - This year, your Airline Boss shall arrive !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Tricia - This year, your son aka my godson-son wil be healthy and bring us tons of happiness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Mooch - Stop attacking HatLee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;HatLee - Stop bothering, trying to play with Mooch or following hm around the house (in short, leave him alone)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;As for everyone else.... Stay true to yourself.... &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/1780893652407236861-6511212036276430280?l=dianahatfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianahatfield.blogspot.com/feeds/6511212036276430280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780893652407236861&amp;postID=6511212036276430280' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780893652407236861/posts/default/6511212036276430280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780893652407236861/posts/default/6511212036276430280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianahatfield.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-2010.html' title='HAPPY 2010'/><author><name>Diana LEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14418897643912135928</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/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/S0NkmZQDGtI/AAAAAAAAAf8/5iU2_BY-_I4/S220/diana+new+hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780893652407236861.post-4400749117047056627</id><published>2009-09-23T10:17:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T10:37:12.279-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Week 2 and counting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;It's been 2 weeks and 2 days since I've started my night shift and it's still a challenge to get used to the "time difference". Perhaps I'll get used to it some day but perhaps never. I have colleagues who shared with me their secret of staying up - drinking tea !&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;It's not too difficult task for me to drink tea since I'm the tea drinker as compared to being the coffee crowd. But it's still a struggle to stay awake when possible and stay asleep when needed. Hopefully time will help and change. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;These are the updates for the past week :- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;I finally got my Florida's Driver License (I took the Traffic Laws twice cause I didn't read about it since I was busy playing catch up with sleep but I'm excited that I passed the Traffic Sign and the Practical driving on my first try. Yes, I did my FIL proud and we did have a good laugh at that, as in he busy teasing me and me busy laughing at the situation. It's preety cool to have a FIL whom you can joke and tease with (or at). I've been driving around with my International License since I return back to Singapore annually and it's just more convenient for me to just apply for it with no test and no hassle. Whereas in Florida, I have to study for it and test for it, both theory and practical. Considering the fact that I've been driving in total darkness, I can't believe that i still need to test for it !&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Paul finally fullfilled his dream and got his first bike - a Harley ! I was preety shocked cause I send him out on a grocery buying trip and he came home with a Harley. He's super excited about it but it's his turn to go for his riding class this week (Thurs-Sunday). Until he can really ride freely in the streets.  While he's off on his riding class, I can sleep guilt-free. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;We are certainly looking forward to BIKE WEEK ! Or riding around aimlessly and feel the wind brushing against our cheeks... Yah, now that I'm on the bike, I have to stay awake or I'll be thrown off the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;bike&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1780893652407236861-4400749117047056627?l=dianahatfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianahatfield.blogspot.com/feeds/4400749117047056627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780893652407236861&amp;postID=4400749117047056627' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780893652407236861/posts/default/4400749117047056627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780893652407236861/posts/default/4400749117047056627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianahatfield.blogspot.com/2009/09/week-2-and-counting.html' title='Week 2 and counting'/><author><name>Diana LEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14418897643912135928</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/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/S0NkmZQDGtI/AAAAAAAAAf8/5iU2_BY-_I4/S220/diana+new+hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780893652407236861.post-4936540931878515160</id><published>2009-09-15T09:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T09:46:45.899-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mad Monday !</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I'm just relief that I survived my Monday night and did my first cross over of the week to Tuesday. Yes, it's still insane when I think that I go to work on a Monday, return on Tuesday and still return back to work on Tuesday night.  But I'm really counting down to the weekend and lookinf forward to Friday. riday night is basically the Party night for us since there's only 4 of us (including our night manager). We basically, eat together, chat and joke around. It's really cool. Perhaps it's more barely now cause I have been listening to my ipod at work. Yah, that really help to keep me awake and alive. But I'm not going to jinx it, afterall I still have 4 more days to go. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Last night, I try the Chinese Tea potion to keep me awake since my "neighbour" aka co-worker basically drown himself on Green Tea. I don't know if it's working but the fact that I am still awake now after 12 hours and still have the energy to update my blog prove some effect. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Anyway... will try to update more..... for now, I need to catch up on some sinful reality TV. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1780893652407236861-4936540931878515160?l=dianahatfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianahatfield.blogspot.com/feeds/4936540931878515160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780893652407236861&amp;postID=4936540931878515160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780893652407236861/posts/default/4936540931878515160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780893652407236861/posts/default/4936540931878515160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianahatfield.blogspot.com/2009/09/mad-monday.html' title='Mad Monday !'/><author><name>Diana LEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14418897643912135928</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/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/S0NkmZQDGtI/AAAAAAAAAf8/5iU2_BY-_I4/S220/diana+new+hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780893652407236861.post-7635206903099476104</id><published>2009-09-13T09:14:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T09:35:31.845-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Week 1,  Summary</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;It's been a week of graveyard shift and it's draining. More physically than mentally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically here's my itinery for the past week :-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;8.30am - Reached home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.35am - Walked HatLee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9am - Home from walking HatLee (sorry boy, mummy's dead shag unable to keep up with the 45mins walk like before)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.05am - Shower, check emails&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10am - K.O (Knocked Out)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;5.30pm - Woke up from sleep, lazy around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.30pm, Prepare dinner (anything thrown into the microwave)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7pm - Finished dinner, do some housework&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8pm - Return to bed for a short nap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.45pm - Wake up, cold shower, get ready for work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;10.15pm - Leaves home for work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.45pm - Arrive work, calls Mom, text BFF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11pm - Start work and figuring "What the heck am I doing ?" cause work is a very mysterious mystery to solve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2am - Frightened by the silence cause no one talks at work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.15am - Take a 15 mins break and IM my BFF, Tricia (Without her, I'll be dead by now, she keeps me going with motivation, jokes and gossips).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;3am - Looking forward to my breakfast break at 4am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4am - HURRAY !!! It's an hr break time. Had Breakfast, full force on IM and chat with BFF again. Thank God for my phone and my web service !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5am - Back to work and already looking forward to another 15 mins break at 6.45am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6am - Fighting really really really hard to stay awake !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.45am - Take 15 mins break and finally closed my eyes and blank out for a few mins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;7am - Wondering why 8am is taking FOREVER ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.55am - Glad I made it through the day and wonder if I have the force to drive home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8am - Hit the parking lot and mentally sing "What a Wonderful World"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.30am - Arrived home and the entire cycle begin again....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Yah, that's preety much all, my daily routine. I basically spoke about 2 sentenses to Paul each day. To think about it, I speak more to my Mom in Singapore or IM more with my BFF than him. If I were to analyse it, my day time desk buddy leave me more "love notes" than I even speak to Paul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Yah, there's another week to go... &lt;strong&gt;MAY THE FORCE BE WITH ME !!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1780893652407236861-7635206903099476104?l=dianahatfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianahatfield.blogspot.com/feeds/7635206903099476104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780893652407236861&amp;postID=7635206903099476104' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780893652407236861/posts/default/7635206903099476104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780893652407236861/posts/default/7635206903099476104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianahatfield.blogspot.com/2009/09/week-1-summary.html' title='Week 1,  Summary'/><author><name>Diana LEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14418897643912135928</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/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/S0NkmZQDGtI/AAAAAAAAAf8/5iU2_BY-_I4/S220/diana+new+hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780893652407236861.post-9172196798599693868</id><published>2009-09-09T09:03:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T09:16:40.347-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I practically sabotage myself at work !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today my Quality Maintainence Manager told me, for newbies, we're basically expected to only handle 25 files (case). So out of curiosity, I asked her how many files I've done yesterday. When she run the report, apparently I've done 80 files and she was like "That's a very good number, keep it up and that's what expected."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My second question was "So out of the 80 files, how many bounced back (i.e wrong). And she was like "Only 13% which is a very good number."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Inside my heart, I was secretly cursing myself for doing so much files. Now that I've set it at 80 files, if I did a sudden dip like only 40 files, she would think I've skive big time. Bloody !@#$%^&amp;amp;&amp;amp;*()&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's still a struggle to stay up all night and I have a different admiration for those who worked the graveyard shift. There is a co-worker who have been there for slightly more than a month told me she is having break out on her face, getting dark eye bags and eye rings which she never have before and she caught herself dozing off when driving home (which is a super bad thing). She confuses me with her reply when I asked her "So you know what you are doing (ie at work and on the files).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Her reply was "I know the business and how it is and work but sometimes I still don't know what I am doing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GREAT ! Just great ! I was having the same question to myself that I don't know what the bloody hell I'm doing 70% of the time but if I only get 13% of it wrong, it can't be too bad right ?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Thank God for my cellphone, I can get online and chat with my BFF during my breaks and breakfast break at 4am (florida time). Without her entertainment and encouragement, it would be beyond miserable ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;*sigh* I need to overcome and get over this upside down lifestyle....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO DARK EYE RING OR EYE BAG !!!!&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/1780893652407236861-9172196798599693868?l=dianahatfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianahatfield.blogspot.com/feeds/9172196798599693868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780893652407236861&amp;postID=9172196798599693868' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780893652407236861/posts/default/9172196798599693868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780893652407236861/posts/default/9172196798599693868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianahatfield.blogspot.com/2009/09/day-2_09.html' title='Day 2'/><author><name>Diana LEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14418897643912135928</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/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/S0NkmZQDGtI/AAAAAAAAAf8/5iU2_BY-_I4/S220/diana+new+hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780893652407236861.post-8809739819498799650</id><published>2009-09-08T09:02:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T09:17:09.518-04:00</updated><title type='text'>On the Job ! - Day 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;It's 9am (Florida time) and it's been 24 hours since I had a wink and I am totally drained... But at least I made it home and still uses the last of my energy to update my blog for the curious folks out there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;I had a feeling that my brain shut down 2 hours ago when I'm still at work and I seriously don't know how I get through the night. It's like an out of body experience but somehow the fear of making mistake kept me awake. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;I didn't take any "5 hour" energy drink , Red Bull nor any drugs. Just pure determination ! Not forgetting at my weakest hour at 4am, I managed to get online and chat with my BFF from Sing, Tricia who kept me entertained for an hour. Yes, that was the darkest moment, I told her if I were to take a nap, I may not wake up.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;It's insane that I'm driving in the total darkness to get to work. No street lamp, no nothing ! The street practically belongs to me except for a few vehicles who shine pass me... At least I don't have to fight with the traffic. So that's a good sign. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Work = My Supervisor basically left me alone to fend for myself and I have to ask/bother/harrass my co-worker who was sitting beside me. I know he's secretly suffering from internal bleeding but hey, it's my first day and I don't even know what the heck is going on. At least my supervisor did not complain about my work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;So no news is good news right ???? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Okie.... I'm getting sleepy.... very very sleeppppyyyyyy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;..... ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1780893652407236861-8809739819498799650?l=dianahatfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianahatfield.blogspot.com/feeds/8809739819498799650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780893652407236861&amp;postID=8809739819498799650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780893652407236861/posts/default/8809739819498799650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780893652407236861/posts/default/8809739819498799650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianahatfield.blogspot.com/2009/09/on-job-day-1.html' title='On the Job ! - Day 1'/><author><name>Diana LEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14418897643912135928</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/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/S0NkmZQDGtI/AAAAAAAAAf8/5iU2_BY-_I4/S220/diana+new+hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780893652407236861.post-4057005822874305775</id><published>2009-09-02T18:34:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T18:48:47.114-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Drive, drive, drive</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;I think sleeping at 9pm last night and waking up at 7am this morning really charged my battery up to the brim. Today I feel so fresh and rested. Well, 10 hrs of sleep wouldn't kill you right ? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI, we have to sign a confidentiality agreement at work thus we can't discuss or post anything in our blog or on involve in any form of "publications" pertaining to work and anyone at work, thus I basically can't comment too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;I can however mention it's fantastic that we have a break room with cable tv. It's also not that bad when we have a pool table or free pop corn, free chicken soup or free hot chocolate with mini marshmellow. I know there's people out there who have even better and more fancy stuffs but hey, beggars can't be choosers. I know for sure, a pool table is unheard of in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;So I've been driving to and back from work and I'm still nervous but I try not to think about it. It's like the more I process it or the more I magnify the fact that I'm driving and I drive worst. Thus when I have that negative energy, I start thinking about other stuffs and paying more attention to the songs on the radio. Since I'm born without a GPS in me and neither am I known for my sense of directions or rather I am known for having a bad sense of direction. Till now, I still worry if I'll miss my turn or I'll make a wrong turn. But hey, when that happens, we'll worry about it then. I really detest the part that it's been raining in the evening and that makes me nervous. But I reckon, that's how life is in Florida. My fellow colleages who are from Brooklyn, New York and Chicago tells me how much they miss the train and the buses up North. I am like "Hey, me too, driving sucks" *lol*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;It's 6.45pm now and I told Paul, I need to watch some reality tv to perk me up and play with HatLee a little since he's all by himself for most part of the day. &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/1780893652407236861-4057005822874305775?l=dianahatfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianahatfield.blogspot.com/feeds/4057005822874305775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780893652407236861&amp;postID=4057005822874305775' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780893652407236861/posts/default/4057005822874305775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780893652407236861/posts/default/4057005822874305775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianahatfield.blogspot.com/2009/09/drive-drive-drive.html' title='Drive, drive, drive'/><author><name>Diana LEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14418897643912135928</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/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/S0NkmZQDGtI/AAAAAAAAAf8/5iU2_BY-_I4/S220/diana+new+hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780893652407236861.post-4260814189386172777</id><published>2009-09-01T20:11:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T20:14:41.974-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Day 2 of work and I am exhausted. With 8 hrs of lecture/training I had a hard time trying to stay awake by the time it's 3pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie, it's 8pm now and I NEED my sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I've been driving to and back from work and I still get nervous but I'm getting the hang of it. I know just someday I will be this F1 driver but for now, I just want to be accident free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's going to be another day tomorrow but I love working or at least I am for now hahahha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night Folks, have a pleasant day ahead !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;...... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1780893652407236861-4260814189386172777?l=dianahatfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianahatfield.blogspot.com/feeds/4260814189386172777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780893652407236861&amp;postID=4260814189386172777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780893652407236861/posts/default/4260814189386172777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780893652407236861/posts/default/4260814189386172777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianahatfield.blogspot.com/2009/09/day-2.html' title='Day 2'/><author><name>Diana LEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14418897643912135928</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/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/S0NkmZQDGtI/AAAAAAAAAf8/5iU2_BY-_I4/S220/diana+new+hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780893652407236861.post-7175857086654865933</id><published>2009-08-30T10:23:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T10:56:14.326-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Life Saviour ! =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;We had one of the best "play date" yesterday with Sommer and Pete at Blue Springs. Honestly, each time we go out "playing" with them, it's always fun. We were in the Blue Springs enjoying the cold water (I think the water is about 20 degs) and the hot sun (oh yes, I did coat myself with sunblock before I even stepped out of the sun).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;We were in the rubber tube and letting the current drift us through the river. But out of the kindness of Sommer and my kind heart, we let the boys place their happy butt on the rubber tube while we girls swim up the river and I mean against the current.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Yes, it was like mission impossible (at least for me). While the boys were ahead of us and in their tubes, Sommer had to hold on to the branches by the side of the river to pull herself and move on while the current was pulling me further behind. During then, it was not fun at all, Sommer was worried if there's snake on the branches and I'm worried if I'll ever make it there but now when I'm recall that scene, it's funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one point, Sommer had to pull on the branch and tell me "Di, grab my feet." Since she was ahead of me and by reaching out to her, I would be able to pull myself upwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Yes, during this time, the boys just look at us and "motivate" us. But we did managed to join the boys. Who would have known that Sommer would be my life saviour. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finished the night with a great BBQ at Sommer and Pete's place and gosh, she made the best corn on the cob ever !!!! Oh, how can we forget the movie "Last House on the Left". It was violent and blood splattering but I really enjoy it. Our kids, Willie and Hatlee had fun playing but we have to shout at them a couple of times to break up their play. The kids like to play rough...but Boys will be boys. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;It was a fantastic day and I can't wait for our next play date . I am sure Hatlee is thinking of the same thing too ! =)&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/1780893652407236861-7175857086654865933?l=dianahatfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianahatfield.blogspot.com/feeds/7175857086654865933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780893652407236861&amp;postID=7175857086654865933' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780893652407236861/posts/default/7175857086654865933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780893652407236861/posts/default/7175857086654865933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianahatfield.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-life-saviour.html' title='My Life Saviour ! =)'/><author><name>Diana LEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14418897643912135928</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/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/S0NkmZQDGtI/AAAAAAAAAf8/5iU2_BY-_I4/S220/diana+new+hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780893652407236861.post-8067440266004211148</id><published>2009-08-28T23:05:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T23:17:09.769-04:00</updated><title type='text'>AM WORKING !!!! Wooohooo.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;As many of you know, I've found a job or rather a job had found me. Either way, I'm excited about it and I'm glad it happened. It's like now I've returned back to the working force and put my rotting brain to good use. I'm starting work on Monday and for the first time, it's like my first day of school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Coming Monday, it'll be training week for me, thus it's the normal routine of 9am to 5pm. But after that, I'll start my graveyard shift of 11pm to 8am. I would describe my work as a distributer for hotels in Asia. From my understanding, I would lialise with hotels in Asia and get the best deals and from there, I'll input the details into my Company's system and in return they will sell/download that information to other travel search engines. You're with me so far ???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Perhaps my ability to speak, read and write Chinese and English make me so sought after for this position. Somehow, all those years in school, trying to master and learn Chinese are paying off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;I always thought that perhaps I should work graveyard shift since everyone back home knows how grumpy and grouchy I am in the morning and my mood tend to be better and I'm less violent as the sun sets. Maybe, just maybe I would be "Miss Popular" at work for once. Hahahahah&lt;/span&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/1780893652407236861-8067440266004211148?l=dianahatfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianahatfield.blogspot.com/feeds/8067440266004211148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780893652407236861&amp;postID=8067440266004211148' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780893652407236861/posts/default/8067440266004211148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780893652407236861/posts/default/8067440266004211148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianahatfield.blogspot.com/2009/08/am-working-wooohooo.html' title='AM WORKING !!!! Wooohooo.....'/><author><name>Diana LEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14418897643912135928</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/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/S0NkmZQDGtI/AAAAAAAAAf8/5iU2_BY-_I4/S220/diana+new+hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780893652407236861.post-6249473955605486560</id><published>2009-08-19T17:03:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T17:18:49.199-04:00</updated><title type='text'>HatLee - A Dog Whisperer Fan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Like any humans, I discovered that dogs (or perhaps only HatLee) enjoys watching TV program too. Being a first time dog owner, I know nuts about doggie training nor their behaviour and thank goodness, Sommer and Pete are always sharing with me their knowledge of Doggie behaviour. This at least calm my paranoid behaviour cause no one wants to hang out with a crazy doggie owner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Fortunately there is this very informative program called Dog Whisperer. For those back in Sing who never heard of this show. Basically there is this "Dog Whisperer" who goes to the Dog owner's house and help to correct and train their problematic dogs with bad behaviour. Apparently he works magic with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;This show comes on every friday night since it coincide with Paul's school. It have become HatLee and my date night. I watch it to learn something from it and I reckon HatLee watches it cause it entertains him ??? But either way, Paul learns something new each time he watches that show as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Either way, this boy of mine is officially a Dog Whisperer Fan. He would sit/lay infront of the TV once the show comes on and play with his toy during commerical break and promply sit infront of the TV when the show comes back on. Believe me, he would watch till the whole show is over before he goof around again. I managed to snap some photos of this TV addict.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;It's amusing ! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 320px" name="flashticker" align="middle" src="http://widget-d0.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=3314649325771861200&amp;amp;site=widget-d0.slide.com" wmode="transparent" salign="l" scale="noscale" quality="high"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="WIDTH: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3314649325771861200&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-d0.slide.com/p1/3314649325771861200/bb_t011_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3314649325771861200&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-d0.slide.com/p2/3314649325771861200/bb_t011_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3314649325771861200&amp;amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-d0.slide.com/p4/3314649325771861200/bb_t011_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1780893652407236861-6249473955605486560?l=dianahatfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianahatfield.blogspot.com/feeds/6249473955605486560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780893652407236861&amp;postID=6249473955605486560' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780893652407236861/posts/default/6249473955605486560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780893652407236861/posts/default/6249473955605486560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianahatfield.blogspot.com/2009/08/hatlee-dog-whisperer-fan.html' title='HatLee - A Dog Whisperer Fan'/><author><name>Diana LEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14418897643912135928</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/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/S0NkmZQDGtI/AAAAAAAAAf8/5iU2_BY-_I4/S220/diana+new+hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780893652407236861.post-1350562435869290968</id><published>2009-08-18T11:36:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T11:45:44.830-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hat + Moo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; am not going to say much on this post cause I'm afraid I'll jinx it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;So check out these pics.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Took them when they least expect it, ENJOY ! =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;P/S : Paul + me are very happy&lt;/span&gt; .... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 400px" name="flashticker" align="middle" src="http://widget-a2.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=3458764513847679650&amp;amp;site=widget-a2.slide.com"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;div style="WIDTH: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3458764513847679650&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-a2.slide.com/p1/3458764513847679650/bb_t021_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3458764513847679650&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-a2.slide.com/p2/3458764513847679650/bb_t021_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3458764513847679650&amp;amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-a2.slide.com/p4/3458764513847679650/bb_t021_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/1780893652407236861-1350562435869290968?l=dianahatfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianahatfield.blogspot.com/feeds/1350562435869290968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780893652407236861&amp;postID=1350562435869290968' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780893652407236861/posts/default/1350562435869290968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780893652407236861/posts/default/1350562435869290968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianahatfield.blogspot.com/2009/08/hat-moo.html' title='Hat + Moo'/><author><name>Diana LEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14418897643912135928</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/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/S0NkmZQDGtI/AAAAAAAAAf8/5iU2_BY-_I4/S220/diana+new+hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780893652407236861.post-1523647755685500689</id><published>2009-08-14T17:34:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T17:43:21.119-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Independence Day ??? Alien Invasion !!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;This is the insane weather we face in Florida. It can be preety intense when the hurricanes or the tropical storms are approaching. But I reckon, that's what you need to pay to enjoy the short months of winter, that's the sacrifice we need to pay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Paul was standing in our backyard while HatLee is running in circles in our yard and Paul shouted to me "Di, come here, this remind me of the movie Independence Day when the aliens are making their landing. Dark clouds rolling in and the sky just changed. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Aliens or not, I'm not sure but this is definately a sight I don't get to see when I'm in Singapore. Perhaps being surrounded by tall buildings and living in the concrete jungle kind of rob the scenery from us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;For folks in Sing, these photos are for you !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 375px" name="flashticker" align="middle" src="http://widget-93.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=3458764513847306643&amp;amp;site=widget-93.slide.com"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="WIDTH: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3458764513847306643&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-93.slide.com/p1/3458764513847306643/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3458764513847306643&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-93.slide.com/p2/3458764513847306643/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3458764513847306643&amp;amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-93.slide.com/p4/3458764513847306643/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1780893652407236861-1523647755685500689?l=dianahatfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianahatfield.blogspot.com/feeds/1523647755685500689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780893652407236861&amp;postID=1523647755685500689' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780893652407236861/posts/default/1523647755685500689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780893652407236861/posts/default/1523647755685500689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianahatfield.blogspot.com/2009/08/independence-day-alien-invasion.html' title='Independence Day ??? Alien Invasion !!!!'/><author><name>Diana LEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14418897643912135928</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/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/S0NkmZQDGtI/AAAAAAAAAf8/5iU2_BY-_I4/S220/diana+new+hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780893652407236861.post-129224472138985662</id><published>2009-08-13T19:59:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T20:19:46.855-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy HAPPY Birthday SISTA !!! =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/SoSrIerG0iI/AAAAAAAAAfI/K51-OdTmXOM/s1600-h/Tricia+018.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY SISTER !!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff66;"&gt;May today and everyday bring you lots of joy, happiness, laughters and fullfillments ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Oh wait, you already had those when you have Ethan *grin*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyway have a splendid day and remember there's tons out there who loves you, including ME&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;+ Mooch + HatLee =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/SoSrpgeOIWI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/ZhxxT2WJ9U4/s1600-h/mooch+598.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369605385312149858" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/SoSrpgeOIWI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/ZhxxT2WJ9U4/s320/mooch+598.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/SoSslOcqgVI/AAAAAAAAAfY/28kcAPyVPXM/s1600-h/hatlee+002+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369606411265933650" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/SoSslOcqgVI/AAAAAAAAAfY/28kcAPyVPXM/s320/hatlee+002+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/SoSsl8ZCjYI/AAAAAAAAAfg/8kP5N4Y87B4/s1600-h/White+Dog+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369606423598763394" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/SoSsl8ZCjYI/AAAAAAAAAfg/8kP5N4Y87B4/s320/White+Dog+005.JPG" 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/1780893652407236861-129224472138985662?l=dianahatfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianahatfield.blogspot.com/feeds/129224472138985662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780893652407236861&amp;postID=129224472138985662' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780893652407236861/posts/default/129224472138985662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780893652407236861/posts/default/129224472138985662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianahatfield.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-birthday-sista.html' title='Happy HAPPY Birthday SISTA !!! =)'/><author><name>Diana LEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14418897643912135928</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/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/S0NkmZQDGtI/AAAAAAAAAf8/5iU2_BY-_I4/S220/diana+new+hat.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/SoSrpgeOIWI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/ZhxxT2WJ9U4/s72-c/mooch+598.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780893652407236861.post-2159650471544762331</id><published>2009-08-13T13:25:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T13:57:30.763-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Coffee, Tea or Me ?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I bet everyone have heard of the saying "No man is an island". During then I thought, Bullshit ! It would be a fantastic island, no troubles, no nonsense, no headache and no dramas. Basically it's an island of just do whatever the heck I want with no worries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;I've been to that island and by then, even the birds who visited me, crap on my island make me see the rainbow. Again, that doesn't mean I appreciate drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;This morning, Mr Postman visited me today and he brought me a parcel ! The postage fees is extortion, yes, it's freaking SGD60.70 fees (approximately USD40) and it's from Singapore. Sender - One of my longest BF, Klarie. I realised I've known Klarie for 16yrs ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;I ripped off the tape and presented before me Fruity Lite Tea (FYI, I'm a Tea Drinker). This really got me excited, Klarie have shared with me her new discovery - Fruity Lite Tea and apparently she's been drinking it and it taste fabulous and even better - flatten her tummy ! Now, which girl would say no to that wonderful discovery ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;After I took my shower, make myself a cup of yummy-li-cious tea from Klarie and it's like heaven. Who would know, all it takes is a cup of tea from your BF to make your day ! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;So THANKS, THANKS, THANKS and THANKS Klarie ! Thanks for your thoughtfulness and your tea. Now I can't wait to share it with Paul. And I believe no man would say NO to flat belly either !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;P/S : I will make sure I'll drink that 3 times a day !!! Wooohooo .... I LOVE MY FRUITY TEA ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-f5.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=3530822107885111797&amp;amp;site=widget-f5.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:375px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3530822107885111797&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-f5.slide.com/p1/3530822107885111797/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3530822107885111797&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-f5.slide.com/p2/3530822107885111797/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;at=un&amp;id=3530822107885111797&amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-f5.slide.com/p4/3530822107885111797/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/1780893652407236861-2159650471544762331?l=dianahatfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianahatfield.blogspot.com/feeds/2159650471544762331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780893652407236861&amp;postID=2159650471544762331' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780893652407236861/posts/default/2159650471544762331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780893652407236861/posts/default/2159650471544762331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianahatfield.blogspot.com/2009/08/coffee-tea-or-me.html' title='Coffee, Tea or Me ?!'/><author><name>Diana LEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14418897643912135928</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/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/S0NkmZQDGtI/AAAAAAAAAf8/5iU2_BY-_I4/S220/diana+new+hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780893652407236861.post-4104133482560142595</id><published>2009-08-10T14:28:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T14:46:54.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'>First trip to the Beach</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;It's both HatLee and my first time to the Beach but I went fully prepared. Before we left the house, I was covered and loaded with the Sunblock SPF70. I told Paul, I can't recall when was the last time I went to the beach. The insane thing is, when I was younger, sunblock was unheard off, I was ready to just hit the beach. Yah, that was when I'm in my teens and was fearless. But now, I have age and dark spots to think about and I'm not hitting the beach unless I have my sunblock with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;The trip was so fun ! I know Hatlee definately had a fantastic time, he was running on the sand, playing with his BFF - Willie the entire time. Doing their rumble, running after each other, chasing after the fresbie and swimming. I love it when the boys swim, they look so funny doing their doggie paddle. Infact, they rumble (play) so much, we have to drag them to the water so they can swim and stop their rumble. It was fun meeting other dog lovers too but some are rather annoying. They don't hold on to the leash of their dog, perhaps for some reason, they think it's cool but when their dog run towards HatLee or Willie, it made me nervous. Cause I don't know how friendly their pets are. Some dog owners even tell us, their pets are not friendly ! If so, just jolly well, hold on to their leash and don't let them run around ! Arrgghhh.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;After the beach, we head off to Pete's folks condo. But the boys were still trying to rumble with each other. Until we have to put them on the balcony with us. That's when they can finally chill and just watch the vehicles go by. Sommer even took the cutest photo of them taking their nap together. Yes, those who naps together, stay together ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HatLee was totally exhausted. He totally crashed and was snoring on our way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;They are just so adorable and Yes ! we're definately going back to the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 375px" name="flashticker" align="middle" src="http://widget-12.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=3530822107884811538&amp;amp;site=widget-12.slide.com"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="WIDTH: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3530822107884811538&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-12.slide.com/p1/3530822107884811538/bb_t056_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3530822107884811538&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-12.slide.com/p2/3530822107884811538/bb_t056_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3530822107884811538&amp;amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-12.slide.com/p4/3530822107884811538/bb_t056_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1780893652407236861-4104133482560142595?l=dianahatfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianahatfield.blogspot.com/feeds/4104133482560142595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780893652407236861&amp;postID=4104133482560142595' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780893652407236861/posts/default/4104133482560142595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780893652407236861/posts/default/4104133482560142595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianahatfield.blogspot.com/2009/08/first-trip-to-beach.html' title='First trip to the Beach'/><author><name>Diana LEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14418897643912135928</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/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/S0NkmZQDGtI/AAAAAAAAAf8/5iU2_BY-_I4/S220/diana+new+hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780893652407236861.post-7442532807662146106</id><published>2009-08-06T13:41:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T14:01:53.633-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmm...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;It was scary yesterday when Hatlee started limping. Instant thought that hit me was like did the "distemper" virus hit him ? Is he dying ? Cause the Vet told us, once dogs get infected with it, there is no cure for it and one of the symptoms is losing balance or shaking in the limps etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Paul rang his previous vet and apparently Hatlee had his "distemper" shots in Feb 09 when his previous owner brought him there. Since it's compulsory for SPCA to give this shot, we know that Hatlee now have the jab twice is should be fully covered (a jab will protect him for 3 years). Or the virus could infect him before he had his shots since the virus could incubate in him for 3 months with no signs of it and when it's full blown, there will be no cure. The jab acts as a preventive measure but not a cure. Like a nervous mom, I am still keeping a lookout for any greenish discharge on his eyes or nose or if he continues to limp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;As for his runny/wet nose, our vet advise us, he could be having allergy like us humans. I had fed him with anti-histamine and soon after, his nose would always be dry and normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;We fed Hatlee some pain pills last night in hope it will help with his paw as he was limping so bad, his right front paw didn't even touch the floor. After 2 doses of pain pills, as at current, he is behaving like before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;He even met another Retriever this morning during his walk and they were playing around. From that, I know that my baby boy would be doing preety good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;As at now, he is playing with his toy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/SnsYlo73bbI/AAAAAAAAAeY/yXdljbVb_BU/s1600-h/hatlee+1+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366910415864819122" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/SnsYlo73bbI/AAAAAAAAAeY/yXdljbVb_BU/s320/hatlee+1+007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/SnsYSiDWW0I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/DV5LfIiBcog/s1600-h/hatlee+1+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&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/1780893652407236861-7442532807662146106?l=dianahatfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianahatfield.blogspot.com/feeds/7442532807662146106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780893652407236861&amp;postID=7442532807662146106' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780893652407236861/posts/default/7442532807662146106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780893652407236861/posts/default/7442532807662146106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianahatfield.blogspot.com/2009/08/hmm.html' title='Hmm...'/><author><name>Diana LEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14418897643912135928</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/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/S0NkmZQDGtI/AAAAAAAAAf8/5iU2_BY-_I4/S220/diana+new+hat.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/SnsYlo73bbI/AAAAAAAAAeY/yXdljbVb_BU/s72-c/hatlee+1+007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780893652407236861.post-82533352382285488</id><published>2009-08-05T13:49:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T14:27:00.267-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I am Paranoid !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Like any other day, this morning, HatLee woke me up with a shake on the bed. He have this habit of sleeping right beside me after his early morning walk with Paul. The moment I call his name, he will wag his tail like it's about to drop off and start panting and get really excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;After a breif chat with my girlpal from Aus, I took HatLee for his morning walk. He was sniffing, peeing, pooping and display no strange behaviour. When we reach home , I noticed he was limping and his front right paw was barely touching the floor. He came and rub himself against me, then he lay down beside the couch. So I gave him a snack and when he came walking towards me, again I saw this strange limp and this time I panicked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Insane thoughts hit my head ... could the virus hit him like the ones that Vet was mentioning ? Did he hurt his paw during his walk ? Did he sprain himself ? Did something bite him when he was in the field cause we hve been told there are snakes in the empty lots around us. I inspected his paw and there was no strange objects in it. Thus I panicked and started call the Vet's office. Like any typical senerio, I can't get through them. So I proceed to call the next emergency number on the list - Paul's Cell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Like a calm father, he kept assuring me, "HatLee is fine, he's okay". According to Paul's list, as long as there is no visible broken bone, no bleeding, no splitting of the flesh, the bone did not punture his skin, he's alright. Even thought I am on the urge of crying over the phone and about to hold HatLee in my arms and tell him not to die, Paul think he's fine. Yah, I never thought I could be this dramatic mother. Whereas with Mooch, I am more calm cause he is the fighter and one who can and did kick HatLee's furry butt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;HatLee is still not talking to me and telling me what's wrong with him. I guess he'll only tell his Dad when he returns. He just walk to his crate and lay down with his toys. This worries me even more, like which child wants to lie in bed and not go out and play ???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Never in a million years would I thought that I would be this paraniod mother. To begin with, even being a dog owner now still amaze everyone around me. But I am paranoid and it's about everything, every poop he makes, I will look at the color and determine if it's a different color from his last poop (and NO, I don't touch it to test it's consistency or taste it either, you sicko).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I worry if he's eating enough, if he's drinking enough and if he have runny nose, I worry if he's sick and got infected with "swine" flu. I know, HatLee is just a dog but ask any dog lovers/owners out there. They don't see it as a dog, they see this fur ball as their child who love them unconditionally, who follows you around and love on you, even better, they never talk back. In Paul's case, HatLee is the only one who appreciate and enjoy his burp...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;This is him sleeping in his crate now, surrounded by his toys.&lt;/span&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;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/SnnN3N26xwI/AAAAAAAAAeA/QjsKT3a2ycA/s1600-h/Hatlee1+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366546779485161218" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/SnnN3N26xwI/AAAAAAAAAeA/QjsKT3a2ycA/s320/Hatlee1+004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;        &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/SnnN3nGkIjI/AAAAAAAAAeI/3U_x6lvZbjE/s1600-h/Hatlee1+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366546786261672498" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/SnnN3nGkIjI/AAAAAAAAAeI/3U_x6lvZbjE/s320/Hatlee1+005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/1780893652407236861-82533352382285488?l=dianahatfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianahatfield.blogspot.com/feeds/82533352382285488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780893652407236861&amp;postID=82533352382285488' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780893652407236861/posts/default/82533352382285488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780893652407236861/posts/default/82533352382285488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianahatfield.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-am-paranoid.html' title='I am Paranoid !'/><author><name>Diana LEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14418897643912135928</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/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/S0NkmZQDGtI/AAAAAAAAAf8/5iU2_BY-_I4/S220/diana+new+hat.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/SnnN3N26xwI/AAAAAAAAAeA/QjsKT3a2ycA/s72-c/Hatlee1+004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780893652407236861.post-645426922160111914</id><published>2009-08-04T12:50:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T13:08:48.556-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Play Date</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;We brought HatLee for his 2nd playdate with Willie and Reese on Sunday and gosh, they are just like kids playing, running and chasing each other around the yard. Unlike Reese, the boys were insane, they were after each other and it's amusing. I just hope HatLee will love the water a little more and jump in fearless like Willie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I know HatLee totally enjoyed himself cause he burned out all his energy and even his reserved energy and basically crashed and layout flat on our ride home. He also slept the entire of yesterday. Little did he know we have planned another play date at the doggie beach for him this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;This time, our mission is to let him enjoy the water and swim like the natural swimmer that he is (he just don't know it yet).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Last night, I caught myself laughing out loud when I recall Willie hiding behind the tree and poke his head out when Sommer called him. He's so adorable and funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;UPDATE&lt;/strong&gt; :&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;We think Mooch is getting along better with HatLee, for the past week, there's no attack launched or any injuries. We even caught Mooch sneaking up to HatLee and sniffing him. However, HatLee always mistaken Mooch to be Willie, who like to run around and chasing each other. We still have to correct HatLee or tell him to leave Mooch alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 400px" name="flashticker" align="middle" src="http://widget-61.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=3530822107884221025&amp;amp;site=widget-61.slide.com"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;div style="WIDTH: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3530822107884221025&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-61.slide.com/p1/3530822107884221025/bb_t062_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3530822107884221025&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-61.slide.com/p2/3530822107884221025/bb_t062_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3530822107884221025&amp;amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-61.slide.com/p4/3530822107884221025/bb_t062_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1780893652407236861-645426922160111914?l=dianahatfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianahatfield.blogspot.com/feeds/645426922160111914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780893652407236861&amp;postID=645426922160111914' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780893652407236861/posts/default/645426922160111914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780893652407236861/posts/default/645426922160111914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianahatfield.blogspot.com/2009/08/play-date.html' title='Play Date'/><author><name>Diana LEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14418897643912135928</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/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/S0NkmZQDGtI/AAAAAAAAAf8/5iU2_BY-_I4/S220/diana+new+hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780893652407236861.post-2644087905150022230</id><published>2009-07-30T13:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T13:57:04.877-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks Klarie !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/SnHdJJaaM0I/AAAAAAAAAd4/oPNpGf9kVXM/s1600-h/hsn_3L.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364311780390220610" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/SnHdJJaaM0I/AAAAAAAAAd4/oPNpGf9kVXM/s320/hsn_3L.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;I believe that like every single female out there, I am one who is on the constant lookout for the most comfy pair of shoes, the all occassion bag, the go-to outfit and the perfect accessories. For me, I am on the look out for all of the above and like the rest, it's never too much to have the additional pair of shoes, another bag or just another pair of earrings. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;I do have a weakness for earrings and like my BFF, Tricia, she is my "earring" shopping buddy. She had bought me a pair of hoops earrings before but I feel that I still need another pair of hoops earrings and I've been on the look out for that particular one to add to my collection. Finally, I bump across this pair of inside-out Blue Turquoise Stirling Silver earrings. They definately caught my attention and this time, they are not getting away ! Best of all, it's a birthday present from my long time pal, Klarie. So it's totally guilt free shopping for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;I finally received them in the mail today (thank goodness, I've got them eariler as they are on Wait List now) and it's like my birthday all over again ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Once again, THANKS KLARIE for your brilliant taste and choice for my B-Day Present. =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;I LOVE THEM SO MUCH !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1780893652407236861-2644087905150022230?l=dianahatfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianahatfield.blogspot.com/feeds/2644087905150022230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780893652407236861&amp;postID=2644087905150022230' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780893652407236861/posts/default/2644087905150022230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780893652407236861/posts/default/2644087905150022230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianahatfield.blogspot.com/2009/07/thanks-klarie.html' title='Thanks Klarie !'/><author><name>Diana LEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14418897643912135928</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/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/S0NkmZQDGtI/AAAAAAAAAf8/5iU2_BY-_I4/S220/diana+new+hat.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/SnHdJJaaM0I/AAAAAAAAAd4/oPNpGf9kVXM/s72-c/hsn_3L.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780893652407236861.post-5404872460158174717</id><published>2009-07-29T14:37:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T14:58:40.296-04:00</updated><title type='text'>1 down, 2 more to go....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/SnCbwfDCuGI/AAAAAAAAAdw/Wgl5XGNj_f4/s1600-h/mooch+590.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363958413468547170" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/SnCbwfDCuGI/AAAAAAAAAdw/Wgl5XGNj_f4/s320/mooch+590.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/SnCY9cuHekI/AAAAAAAAAdY/aJ1yL4-1mb8/s1600-h/hatlee1+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;AM on my "Special" project now to create something for the triplets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;They are growing older and more mischievous each day and every little news and stories about them told to me by my mom cracks me up. Their school activites and their homework from school. Despite the fact that they are only 4 but there's homework for them to accomplish over the weekend. It's insane but I reckon that's the education system now afterall, it's good to start from young. They are each very special in their own individual way and funny with the things they say. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;This is what I've done for them. I've completed "Renee" and I'm working on "Darrius". Hopefully I can finish his soon then I can start working on "Rachael".&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/SnCbTgsDl0I/AAAAAAAAAdo/4tgyoyonQt4/s1600-h/hatlee1+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363957915692799810" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/SnCbTgsDl0I/AAAAAAAAAdo/4tgyoyonQt4/s320/hatlee1+004.JPG" 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/1780893652407236861-5404872460158174717?l=dianahatfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianahatfield.blogspot.com/feeds/5404872460158174717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780893652407236861&amp;postID=5404872460158174717' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780893652407236861/posts/default/5404872460158174717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780893652407236861/posts/default/5404872460158174717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianahatfield.blogspot.com/2009/07/1-down-2-more-to-go.html' title='1 down, 2 more to go....'/><author><name>Diana LEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14418897643912135928</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/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/S0NkmZQDGtI/AAAAAAAAAf8/5iU2_BY-_I4/S220/diana+new+hat.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/SnCbwfDCuGI/AAAAAAAAAdw/Wgl5XGNj_f4/s72-c/mooch+590.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780893652407236861.post-7356438415115403339</id><published>2009-07-27T18:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T19:02:28.531-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Turning ___ yrs old (Hint 16 + 17)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;We had a fantastic saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;It was a great day, we woke up early and drag HatLee to the Sanford's Farmers Market with our sandwiches in the cooler ready for our picnic later. He was both excited and nervous at the same time. Perhaps his previous owner don't bring him out to places cause we discover that he have this problem everytime he's at a crowded places. It was fun bringing him around but he later got so excited that he was dragging Paul everywhere and it's hard to walk with him when he's dragging Paul along. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Thus we decide to cut short the trip at the Market and decided to head off for our picnic but by then it was about 40 degs out and we really have no desire to eat under the blazing sun and by then, Paul was sweating like a pig and I was close to passing out and Hatlee was foaming at the mouth from dehydration. So we loaded him up into the car and returned back to our cooling house. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Yah, Hatlee was happy with his water and we're just relief to be away from the heat. I took a long nap and it was good cause we have dinner appointment with CJ and Lisa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;We went to this restaurant called TuTu Tango and it's basically Tapas style with various choices to choose from and share. We were nervous about the decision from the menu but was surprised by how yummy it all came out. Till now, Paul is still raving about their Egg Roll Chicken, while CJ is the big fan of their Bang Bang Shrimp. There was a surprise Birthday Shoutout and I'm so embarressed but it was all in good fun and even better, the yummy ice cream and brownie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;We end the night with a trip to Fun Spot where we ride the go-kart, play the arcarde games and collect the tickets and exchange for silly toys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;It was simply, GOOD TIMES and I had so MUCH FUN !!! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 400px" name="flashticker" align="middle" src="http://widget-da.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=1152921504629383642&amp;amp;site=widget-da.slide.com"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;div style="WIDTH: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=1152921504629383642&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-da.slide.com/p1/1152921504629383642/bb_t059_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=1152921504629383642&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-da.slide.com/p2/1152921504629383642/bb_t059_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=1152921504629383642&amp;amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-da.slide.com/p4/1152921504629383642/bb_t059_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/1780893652407236861-7356438415115403339?l=dianahatfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianahatfield.blogspot.com/feeds/7356438415115403339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780893652407236861&amp;postID=7356438415115403339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780893652407236861/posts/default/7356438415115403339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780893652407236861/posts/default/7356438415115403339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianahatfield.blogspot.com/2009/07/turning-yrs-old-hint-16-17.html' title='Turning ___ yrs old (Hint 16 + 17)'/><author><name>Diana LEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14418897643912135928</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/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/S0NkmZQDGtI/AAAAAAAAAf8/5iU2_BY-_I4/S220/diana+new+hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780893652407236861.post-2119772113220498223</id><published>2009-07-24T16:14:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T16:23:50.508-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't get over it</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Gosh, I am still so super excited about my brand new handbag ! I LOVEEEEEEEEEEEE IT ! This is like my favourite bag in the world (Sister Neo, I am not trying to "Three-Leg" you) . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;It's my magic bag, I can stuff my novel (hard cover) in there along with my diary, my junk and my water bottle. Yes, I have this habit to bring my water bottle with me... filled with ice which is like the temporary solution for the steamy hot summer days (I know I'm not supposed to drink ice cold water, but it's 39 degs outside, surely everyone need a break). Even Paul the super picky/fussy man commented my bag is nice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;So once again girls, THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU !!! I am so happy with my presentssssss !!! =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/SmoYOLxQmzI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/73PWAmc5n0g/s1600-h/Tricia+013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362124938294631218" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/SmoYOLxQmzI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/73PWAmc5n0g/s320/Tricia+013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1780893652407236861-2119772113220498223?l=dianahatfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianahatfield.blogspot.com/feeds/2119772113220498223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780893652407236861&amp;postID=2119772113220498223' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780893652407236861/posts/default/2119772113220498223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780893652407236861/posts/default/2119772113220498223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianahatfield.blogspot.com/2009/07/cant-get-over-it.html' title='Can&apos;t get over it'/><author><name>Diana LEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14418897643912135928</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/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/S0NkmZQDGtI/AAAAAAAAAf8/5iU2_BY-_I4/S220/diana+new+hat.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/SmoYOLxQmzI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/73PWAmc5n0g/s72-c/Tricia+013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780893652407236861.post-6426541650285671156</id><published>2009-07-23T11:34:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T11:53:30.836-04:00</updated><title type='text'>They who know me and They whom I love dearly !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;This morning, I don't know what got into Hatlee. He woke up all hyper, jumping around, walking back and forth around the door and even barked (twice) for no apparent reason. For his bad behaviour, I put him into his crate for some soul searching.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;With some peace to myself, I was thinking, "Perhaps later when Paul goes for his accupuncture, I'll go to Target and look for a handbag. It's time to pamper myself. Perhaps I'll apply my facial mask too and just chill but am not sure about it, cause the facial mask can't be bought in US thus I have to use it sparsely but they are so good and effective." *sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;20 Mins later, the door bell rang and the postman drop me a package. Hmm... this is interesting, that familiar handwritting written on the envelope from my BFF - Tricia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I instantly rip off the package and found the best present in the world. Entirely filled with love and even better, what I have wanted and been thinking of. I can't help but laugh out loud and go "wooohooo" !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, my special birthday present from my brilliant BFFs. They got me a handbag from are one of my favourite brand - Esprit (my fav design too ! Hobo style) and the facial mask that all my girlpals used and rave about and just what I needed. Along with photos of my Godson - Ethan and all those came from my sisters in Singapore !!! How lucky can a girl get ???!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;I just can't express enough thanks for their thoughtfullness and their love.... Yes, I am one super lucky girl !!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;And of couse Hay, I didn't forget you, Thanks for that touching B-day card. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;It meant a lot to me =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 400px" name="flashticker" align="middle" src="http://widget-98.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=1152921504629372568&amp;amp;site=widget-98.slide.com" wmode="transparent" salign="l" scale="noscale" quality="high"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="WIDTH: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=1152921504629372568&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-98.slide.com/p1/1152921504629372568/bb_t021_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=1152921504629372568&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-98.slide.com/p2/1152921504629372568/bb_t021_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=1152921504629372568&amp;amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-98.slide.com/p4/1152921504629372568/bb_t021_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1780893652407236861-6426541650285671156?l=dianahatfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianahatfield.blogspot.com/feeds/6426541650285671156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780893652407236861&amp;postID=6426541650285671156' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780893652407236861/posts/default/6426541650285671156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780893652407236861/posts/default/6426541650285671156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianahatfield.blogspot.com/2009/07/they-who-know-me.html' title='They who know me and They whom I love dearly !'/><author><name>Diana LEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14418897643912135928</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/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/S0NkmZQDGtI/AAAAAAAAAf8/5iU2_BY-_I4/S220/diana+new+hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780893652407236861.post-8285192212214271049</id><published>2009-07-22T13:47:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T14:05:22.688-04:00</updated><title type='text'>and They said "Hello"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I never thought this day would come but last night, Mooch decided to check Hatlee out and said "Hello" to him. I was laying down next to Hatlee and Mooch was approaching us, too close for me to be comfortable with the situation thus I back off and Paul took over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Paul just hug Mooch and carry him into his arms and Mooch started purring while Hatlee was sniffing away. Mooch remained in Paul's arm and both boys certainly enjoyed the sniffing session while Paul just watched and I grabbed my camera and started snapping the photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;For a good 10 mins, Mooch were just purring in Paul's arms while Hatlee just lay right next to Paul's feet, chilling. They were both so sweet WITHOUT the fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Fortunately this episode turn out well and no one is injured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Now I'm hoping for the day when Mooch will lie down next to Hatlee and both can take a nap together. I am not kidding, I still get nervous when Mooch gets too close to Hatlee cause I don't know when Mooch will snap, jump into Hatlee's face and scratch till he see blood. But meanwhile, I'll just have to keep a close eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 400px" name="flashticker" align="middle" src="http://widget-6f.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=1152921504629370223&amp;amp;site=widget-6f.slide.com"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;div style="WIDTH: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=1152921504629370223&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-6f.slide.com/p1/1152921504629370223/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=1152921504629370223&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-6f.slide.com/p2/1152921504629370223/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=1152921504629370223&amp;amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-6f.slide.com/p4/1152921504629370223/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&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/1780893652407236861-8285192212214271049?l=dianahatfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianahatfield.blogspot.com/feeds/8285192212214271049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780893652407236861&amp;postID=8285192212214271049' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780893652407236861/posts/default/8285192212214271049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780893652407236861/posts/default/8285192212214271049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianahatfield.blogspot.com/2009/07/and-they-said-hello.html' title='and They said &quot;Hello&quot;'/><author><name>Diana LEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14418897643912135928</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/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/S0NkmZQDGtI/AAAAAAAAAf8/5iU2_BY-_I4/S220/diana+new+hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780893652407236861.post-7549434222842489101</id><published>2009-07-21T13:50:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T14:04:04.914-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hatlee is with Kennel Cough</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;During Hatlee visit with the vet last friday, the Doctor told us our boy contracted Kennel Cough and we suspect he got it when he was in SPCA previously. He was given anti-biotics for 2 weeks and is due for another visit 2 weeks later for a follow up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Like a kid, he doesn't respond well to medication, so we tricked him by wrapping his medicines with a slice of cheese. Thinking it's his treat, he gobble it all down. Infact, I think he looks forward to his slice of "Special" cheese every morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Somehow Hatlee doesn't eat as much as we want him to and the vet suggested we feed him with white rice and boiled chicken (human food). Fortunately I told Sommer about it and she advised me against it cause once we get him started, dogs tend to not eat their food anymore and start wanting to eat our food and may even start the annoying habit of begging since they have taste something good. Thank godness for Sommer's advise or not I would have fed him human food and end up with a bad habit of his to break. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;So NO, we're not following the vet's advise. Instead, I break his dog treats (milk bones) into 3 pieces and buried it into his dog food and Hatlee just have to eat his way into his treat. Yah, that's the Dog Whisperer for you ! *lol*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Meanwhile our insane puppy is still jumping around, running all over the place and playing with us every single chance he gets. But he's still a good boy and we all love him very much. I managed to snap some photos of him. There's one of him in his crate sleeping last night. No Joke, he really sleeps with his limbs up in the air. I don't know why but he does that all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 400px" name="flashticker" align="middle" src="http://widget-21.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=1152921504629367329&amp;amp;site=widget-21.slide.com"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="WIDTH: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=1152921504629367329&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-21.slide.com/p1/1152921504629367329/bb_t062_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=1152921504629367329&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-21.slide.com/p2/1152921504629367329/bb_t062_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=1152921504629367329&amp;amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-21.slide.com/p4/1152921504629367329/bb_t062_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1780893652407236861-7549434222842489101?l=dianahatfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianahatfield.blogspot.com/feeds/7549434222842489101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780893652407236861&amp;postID=7549434222842489101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780893652407236861/posts/default/7549434222842489101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780893652407236861/posts/default/7549434222842489101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianahatfield.blogspot.com/2009/07/hatlee-is-with-kennel-cough.html' title='Hatlee is with Kennel Cough'/><author><name>Diana LEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14418897643912135928</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/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/S0NkmZQDGtI/AAAAAAAAAf8/5iU2_BY-_I4/S220/diana+new+hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780893652407236861.post-1050223829678270535</id><published>2009-07-20T16:27:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T17:02:19.990-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Insane Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Gosh, it was a hectic weekend !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, we went to this place call "Big Tree" I don't know for sure if that's the exact name but the youngsters have been raving about it that they can climb up a tree and jump off from there etc etc. So we went to investigate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of a nice view, it's a swamp. For real, the waters are dark and dirty, I am not surprised if there's snakes and alligators hiding under the waters or nearby. there's a group of young punks smoking pot and all over the place, there's broken beer bottles, empty cans and to put it, it's muddy, dirty and filled with junk. I don't know what the hype it's all about so we left about 10 mins later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we head off to the swimming pool where we can really swim in the clean and clear water ! It's kind of a work out for me and it's cooling to be in the pool under the hot sun. Oh yes, I did load myself up with the SPF 70 sunblock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;On Saturday, for the first time in a long time, we woke up at 9am on Saturday morning and finally venture the Sanford Farmers' Market. It's there every weekend from 9am till 1pm. Apparently they have stalls that sells organic vegetables, food and products. It was splendid, we found a stall that sells "Fine Pasta". Believe me, there was tons of selection from Dark Chocolate pasta which is for dessert to Carrot Pasta. Since we're not that wild an creative in the food department, we bought ourselves some "Lemon Chives Angel Hair" pasta. Yup, we're planning to top it with Shrimp and Saute mushrooms. But that's in the pantry for now. We're planning to bring Hatlee with us the next time we return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, we hit World Market. It's a store that sells items from all over the world and I was estastic when I found my childhood candies "Fruit Gums" along with Prawn Crackers and Crunchy Chocolate Bars. For those who have no idea what the Crunchy Chocolate Bar is, you have to get your hands on it and discover what chocolate bar really is. I don't know why, since Americans are such chocolate/candies people, why don't they sell the Crunchy Chocolate Bar at all supermarkets ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After, I grabbed all my goodies, we made a mad dash to the pet store cause Paul wanted to buy back seat covers to protect his back seat since Hatley would be with us more and we don't want his fur to cover the back seat. When we were ready for payment, Paul discovered he lost his ATM card. Yah right !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, he didn't misplace his ATM card, he lost it. After a lengthy phone call to the Bank to report his lost, it seems that the ATM machine retain his card cause he left it in the ATM machine. Don't ask me how and why he did that. If I have an answer to every of his unexplainable actions, I wouldn't be wondering why he did what he did in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all these, it's only 12.30pm and we have to dash off to the Car Dealer and get the oil change for our car. Seriously, by this time, I want to just go home and chill. But I can't since we still need to go to the supermarket and grab some ingredients so I can make the party food for the night. Yes, you heard me, we still have a party to go to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By 5pm, I had my ingredients, I was ready to get everything ready and have my first decent meal of the day. Few slices of Pizza... Fortunately I managed to get my Devil Eggs ready and 8pm, we were all "costumed" up and heading to our neighbour's place (2 doors down).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought dressing up as Yoko Ono in Protest would be easy since she's dressed in her PJ and have her hair all messy with NO make up. But I over estimate that set up. It took me 45 mins to get my hair messy and for the first time, I wonder why is my hair behaving so well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the night ended with a bash, we had fun, our neighbours were insanely funny and it's really a great party !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out these pics....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/SmTaYK5clWI/AAAAAAAAAc4/z4UfB3qy-Bw/s1600-h/6293_106001754804_592539804_2111590_4740861_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360649565254751586" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 146px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/SmTaYK5clWI/AAAAAAAAAc4/z4UfB3qy-Bw/s320/6293_106001754804_592539804_2111590_4740861_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/SmTaYf7EcII/AAAAAAAAAdA/5sK3Ew_xgPU/s1600-h/5456_1102310320349_1304443509_30305949_5066315_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360649570898702466" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/SmTaYf7EcII/AAAAAAAAAdA/5sK3Ew_xgPU/s320/5456_1102310320349_1304443509_30305949_5066315_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt; Double Billy May (Apparently he sells items on TV and everything he sells makes profit up to millions) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/SmTaYU92fgI/AAAAAAAAAdI/8VQxYLNCr7I/s1600-h/5456_1102310080343_1304443509_30305944_1376840_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360649567957581314" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 248px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/SmTaYU92fgI/AAAAAAAAAdI/8VQxYLNCr7I/s320/5456_1102310080343_1304443509_30305944_1376840_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt; It's me with Jimmy Henricks.&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/1780893652407236861-1050223829678270535?l=dianahatfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianahatfield.blogspot.com/feeds/1050223829678270535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780893652407236861&amp;postID=1050223829678270535' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780893652407236861/posts/default/1050223829678270535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780893652407236861/posts/default/1050223829678270535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianahatfield.blogspot.com/2009/07/insane-weekend.html' title='Insane Weekend'/><author><name>Diana LEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14418897643912135928</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/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/S0NkmZQDGtI/AAAAAAAAAf8/5iU2_BY-_I4/S220/diana+new+hat.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/SmTaYK5clWI/AAAAAAAAAc4/z4UfB3qy-Bw/s72-c/6293_106001754804_592539804_2111590_4740861_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780893652407236861.post-8605078193003518057</id><published>2009-07-16T13:42:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T14:00:05.032-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dead Celebrities Party ???!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;With the recent death of celebrities like MJ and Farrah Fawcett (The original Charlie's Angels). My wacky neighbours decided to host a party, this Sat in memory of our favourite dead celebrities. And that's all for good fun but the theme - Come dressed Up as your favourite Dead Celebrities !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Honestly, Me and Paul always have mixed feelings about dressing up parties. Don't get me wrong, I totally enjoy watching others dressed in costumes that they will never wear on a normal day, all of them being so creative and spontaneous, so it's all fun and hilarious. But for me and Paul, it's a major nightmare and days of cracking your head looking for inspiration on who we should dressed up in. It takes days of debate, arguing and when we finally agreed to the role, up come hunting down for the costume portion and where to find it and if I can find it. And of course, finding it at minimal cost since God-know-when we'll dressed up like that again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, after days of migraine, the party doesn't really seem that fun after all....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, whatever happen to just BYOB (Bring Your Own Beer) or Party till you drop aka drunk ??? Arrrgghhh.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;So the Party is this Saturday and only Today, Thursday did Paul and I come up with our final decision. He's going as John Lennon and Me, his side-kick and partner Yoko Ono.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our next step now, is looking for the round black sunglasses for Paul and he'll bring his guitar along for the party. As for me, I think thinking of dressing up as the Yoko Ono in the 60s, with my hair all messy and perhaps I'll go in my PJs as an re-enactment to their honeymoon "bed-in" for peace in room 902, the presidential suite of the Amsterdam Hilton as protest to the Vietnam War. So my chant during the party would be "Make Love NOT War". Am sure that'll be an instant hit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I guess that's like ZERO effort on my part, just go with NO MAKE-UP, NO Brushing of hair either !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINALLYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY !!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/Sl9qUACX7OI/AAAAAAAAAcw/jRzbNoRVAqI/s1600-h/bedin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359118973434064098" style="WIDTH: 168px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 118px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/Sl9qUACX7OI/AAAAAAAAAcw/jRzbNoRVAqI/s320/bedin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/Sl9qUACX7OI/AAAAAAAAAcw/jRzbNoRVAqI/s1600-h/bedin.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1780893652407236861-8605078193003518057?l=dianahatfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianahatfield.blogspot.com/feeds/8605078193003518057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780893652407236861&amp;postID=8605078193003518057' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780893652407236861/posts/default/8605078193003518057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780893652407236861/posts/default/8605078193003518057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianahatfield.blogspot.com/2009/07/dead-celebrities-party.html' title='Dead Celebrities Party ???!!!!'/><author><name>Diana LEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14418897643912135928</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/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/S0NkmZQDGtI/AAAAAAAAAf8/5iU2_BY-_I4/S220/diana+new+hat.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/Sl9qUACX7OI/AAAAAAAAAcw/jRzbNoRVAqI/s72-c/bedin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780893652407236861.post-1114471024176673671</id><published>2009-07-15T09:49:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T10:24:04.474-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Morning Walk</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Every Morning at 6am, Paul would drag himself out of bed to bring Hatlee for his poopy walk. I know how much Paul love his sleep but I know how much more he love to see his boy, Hatlee. It's a sight, when Hatlee gets all excited, wagging his tail like it's about to fall off when Paul is standing infront of his crate. I'm tell you folks, Hatlee is hyper when he see Paul, it's like Paul is his treat, he will even jump around Paul cause he's so happy. And you guys should see the smile on Paul's face too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Apparently 20 mins of walk is enough for him to explore, sniff, whiz and poop. So when Paul leaves for work, he'll leave Hatlee in my room, with the doors closed and from that point onwards, that boy will either play sliently in the room with his toys or go to his crate and sleep or just lay and wait for me to wake up. About 9am, when I finally open my heavy eye lids, the moment I said "Hi Hatlee", he will get up, come to me and wag his tail like it's play time. Yes, I am beginning to love morning now, walking up to my boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It's really fun when I bring him on his morning walks, amazingly, he still poop and that's two times in the morning considering how little he eats, I am shocked he have so much poop to generate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;But it's the after effect of the walk that I love, he gets his energy burned during the walks. The moment he reach home, he'll look for his toys, gather them around him, play around a little, eat some food, drink his water and just lay down and take a "cat" nap. Until he's ready to wake up and play again....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;As for Mooch, he will hide behind the couch and observe what the crazy dog is up to.  Or perhaps he's planning his next karate move on Hatlee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Check out these pics taken after his morning walk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/Sl3lI3ZWQBI/AAAAAAAAAcg/lMlwfMJSUhM/s1600-h/hatlee+1+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358691072112738322" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/Sl3lI3ZWQBI/AAAAAAAAAcg/lMlwfMJSUhM/s320/hatlee+1+007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/Sl3lJPIrDqI/AAAAAAAAAco/8uaQROKye8A/s1600-h/hatlee+1+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358691078485249698" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/Sl3lJPIrDqI/AAAAAAAAAco/8uaQROKye8A/s320/hatlee+1+008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1780893652407236861-1114471024176673671?l=dianahatfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianahatfield.blogspot.com/feeds/1114471024176673671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780893652407236861&amp;postID=1114471024176673671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780893652407236861/posts/default/1114471024176673671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780893652407236861/posts/default/1114471024176673671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianahatfield.blogspot.com/2009/07/morning-walk.html' title='Morning Walk'/><author><name>Diana LEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14418897643912135928</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/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/S0NkmZQDGtI/AAAAAAAAAf8/5iU2_BY-_I4/S220/diana+new+hat.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/Sl3lI3ZWQBI/AAAAAAAAAcg/lMlwfMJSUhM/s72-c/hatlee+1+007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780893652407236861.post-2150081601585201973</id><published>2009-07-14T13:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T15:22:10.051-04:00</updated><title type='text'>UPdate !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Since my last update, there’s been interesting events going on, like the family’s annual 4th of July celebration at my FIL’s place. Seriously, it’s so fun watching fireworks going off about 10 feet away from you and you’re constantly debating if you’re going to relax and enjoy the show or take precaution about getting burn or covered by ashes from the fireworks. But either way, as long as you’re with your family, who cares? If I get burned, they get burned too! *lol* Fortunately no ones get burn and everyone have a great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Paul took the weekend off and drove up to South Carolina to visit his BFF who was down with pneumonia and thankfully, he recovered and is now with his family in North Carolina. We took the opportunity to visit Savannah, Georgia where Paul had wanted to bring me for the longest time. It’s a good getaway for both of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, this is interesting and I know it'll knock the socks off everyone. It’s a known fact that I am afraid of cats and dogs and neither am I particularly fond of them to speak of. I remembered clearly that I will run the opposite direction when I see a dog approaching or be on the other end of the room if I happen to be in the same room as a dog/cat. Infact I still am weary of strange dogs cause I never know when they will snap (perhaps some day I will let my guard down).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After witnessing all the fun that Sommer had with adorable Cooter and funny Willie. My FIL with his sweetie, Reese. I have secretly been wanting to have a dog, especially a Golden Retriever but at the same time, I’m rather worried about their behavior, if the dog is too hyper, too aggressive, too much bad habits, too much work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I get envious when I see everyone is having so much fun with their dogs. Finally, I was determined to have a puppy where we can have fun with. However, Paul with his pail of icy cold water pouring over my head telling me how much work we have to do, what we need to do and all the other stuffs and responsibilities that come along with being a dog owner, like giving up on vacations since we can’t leave the dog alone at home like what we did to Mooch or going out for long hours at a time and leaving the dog home alone, by himself. Even waking up at 6am to walk the dog for his “poop” deposit etc. It’s like raising a baby, without the night feeds and without the back talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Wednesday, I don’t know what hit Paul, he suddenly agreed to having a dog. Striking the iron while it’s hot, I made him drive to the SPCA where we can adopt a dog and give him a shelter. When I saw this Golden Retriever playing with a potential adopter, my heart sank, as he’s so adorable and he looked so calm and happy. So we stood by the fence and talked to this potential adopter and discovered that she can’t adopt him since she just moved from Seattle and doesn’t have a place for a dog yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secretly I was doing my cheer and ready to shout, “We can, we have a place for him !” But I still don’t know how Paul feels about this puppy cause he had saw another dog in the kennel right before. But the moment we stepped inside the fence, this Golden Retriever just come and sat down right infront of Paul. That moment, I know Paul love him too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything just happened so fast right after, all the paperwork, all the signing of Adoption application forms etc. The next thing I know, he is going to be sprayed the next day and we can bring him home the next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s been 6 days since Hatlee is home with us and he’s been a joy to be around. Except for the part that Mooch is terroising him since Mooch had scratched Hatlee twice and hiss at Hatlee with every chance he gets, it’s a nightmare to keep them apart. Since Hatlee is so curious with everything around him and wants to be friendly with Mooch and Mooch just want to hunt him down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Other than that, this bundle of joy is everything I wanted and more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 400px" name="flashticker" align="middle" src="http://widget-80.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=1152921504629350784&amp;amp;site=widget-80.slide.com"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;div style="WIDTH: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=1152921504629350784&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-80.slide.com/p1/1152921504629350784/bb_t011_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=1152921504629350784&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-80.slide.com/p2/1152921504629350784/bb_t011_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=1152921504629350784&amp;amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-80.slide.com/p4/1152921504629350784/bb_t011_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1780893652407236861-2150081601585201973?l=dianahatfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianahatfield.blogspot.com/feeds/2150081601585201973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780893652407236861&amp;postID=2150081601585201973' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780893652407236861/posts/default/2150081601585201973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780893652407236861/posts/default/2150081601585201973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianahatfield.blogspot.com/2009/07/update.html' title='UPdate !'/><author><name>Diana LEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14418897643912135928</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/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/S0NkmZQDGtI/AAAAAAAAAf8/5iU2_BY-_I4/S220/diana+new+hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780893652407236861.post-2209271261342042797</id><published>2009-05-21T15:51:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T16:44:44.453-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Godson - Ethan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;When my BFF (Tricia) told me that she's bless with a baby, I am excited. It's like finally I can be a Godmama and finally the good are rewarded aka the god is looking her way (an insider joke).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;During most of her pregnancy, I witnessed my BFF's flat belly slowly swell up to the size of a football, I'm also confident that he's going to be as calm, composed and super easy going like his mummy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;On 3rd October 2008, this little bundle of joy finally arrived. It was a disappointment that I wasn't there when he kicked full force into this world. It sucked even more that I wasn't there for his Full Moon Party (1 mth old celebration). But his mummy always sent me photos of him or update his growth in his website. ( http://my-precioustots.blogspot.com/ )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;When I am back in Singapore this time, I finally have the chance to meet this little bundle of joy, Ethan for the very first time and boy did he make an impression ! He was basically crying, screaming, cranky and upset the whole entire time. He have a very fix routine that sent his mother slaving all over him and sent his Godmama - Me spinning when he cry and helpless when he scream. Suddendly he was no longer fun. It's all about feeding, cleaning, pacify him when he's cry, making him all comfy and petting him till he fall asleep. Then 1 hour 30 mins later, he's awake and ready to go through the entire ritual again. I reckon that's the "glamourous" side of being a mother and the "superstar" side of being a baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I even told his mummy, "I don't think I am really ready for a kid at this time, it's way too tough." But calmly, his slaving mother assured me "It's all worth it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next time when I met Ethan, I think he finally got over himself and decided to give him mom an easy day. This entire day, he was simply charming. He smiled at everyone, giggled at every chance and he's just a big ball of sunshine and great joy to be around. Even when his mummy was playing mahjong with us and Miia gracefully took over Ethan and he didn't even kick a fuss when his mother is not slaving all over him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Despite the fact that we "man handled" him between us, as if he's a football, he was a great gentleman and simply surrender to our insanity and allow us to do whatever we want with him. He's a great sport especially when his mummy whip out her camera. Ethan just smile all the way showing off his charming side. Then I told Tricia "Yah, it's really worth it. Even if you have to change his diapers and fend yourself when he pee at you but his smile and giggle make everything all worth it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for the day when Ethan will call me "Godma D" or even better when he'll sit on my lap when I play mahjong with his mummy and win her money ! *lol*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;He's such an adorable boy and for real, he's like an addiction you can't quit and don't want to quit ! Check out these photos....  &lt;em&gt;(Photo 1 : Cecilia n Ethan n Me. Photo 2: Miia n Ethan n Kayden&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/ShW48lmvw0I/AAAAAAAAAcQ/f7ZRQ8-HRyU/s1600-h/Us+with+Ethan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338376284343878466" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/ShW48lmvw0I/AAAAAAAAAcQ/f7ZRQ8-HRyU/s320/Us+with+Ethan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/ShW48cThQfI/AAAAAAAAAcI/SFUAsNwiQ0A/s1600-h/Me+n+Ethan.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/ShW6-w8JuGI/AAAAAAAAAcY/5VZzoEb1Tr4/s1600-h/Miia+n+Kayden.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338378520769443938" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/ShW6-w8JuGI/AAAAAAAAAcY/5VZzoEb1Tr4/s320/Miia+n+Kayden.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1780893652407236861-2209271261342042797?l=dianahatfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianahatfield.blogspot.com/feeds/2209271261342042797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780893652407236861&amp;postID=2209271261342042797' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780893652407236861/posts/default/2209271261342042797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780893652407236861/posts/default/2209271261342042797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianahatfield.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-godson.html' title='My Godson - Ethan'/><author><name>Diana LEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14418897643912135928</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/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/S0NkmZQDGtI/AAAAAAAAAf8/5iU2_BY-_I4/S220/diana+new+hat.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/ShW48lmvw0I/AAAAAAAAAcQ/f7ZRQ8-HRyU/s72-c/Us+with+Ethan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780893652407236861.post-281554414134341567</id><published>2009-05-14T09:11:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T09:25:16.235-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank God !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Due to the attack of the virus, our laptop was "out of service" for the last 2 days. Fortunately, we got it all sorted out, as the recovery measure, we have to reload all the programs and thus all documents, photos and informations before are all lost and gone for good. (Thank God, I have a habit of saving photos in my thumb drive and Thank God, Celia have burned me a copy of the CD for all my photos.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During those 2 days when I couldn't get online, it was a nightmare. I finally experienced and understood what "Cabin Fever" meant. I was so close to ripping my hair out and snapping of the neck of anyone who comes my way. I was like a wild animal caged and it was simply pure misery. Seriously, I can live without a cellphone but I can't live without the computer and the internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But here I am, back online again, doing whatever I want to do and hopping into whatever websites that's presented to me. Gosh, I didn't know I would ever say this but I LOVE WWW (world Wide Web) !!!! I need to lie down now cause I'm still spinning from the excitement of being able to get online =}&lt;/span&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/1780893652407236861-281554414134341567?l=dianahatfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianahatfield.blogspot.com/feeds/281554414134341567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780893652407236861&amp;postID=281554414134341567' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780893652407236861/posts/default/281554414134341567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780893652407236861/posts/default/281554414134341567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianahatfield.blogspot.com/2009/05/thank-god.html' title='Thank God !'/><author><name>Diana LEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14418897643912135928</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/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/S0NkmZQDGtI/AAAAAAAAAf8/5iU2_BY-_I4/S220/diana+new+hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780893652407236861.post-5940159623633711516</id><published>2009-05-11T13:03:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T13:51:49.917-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;It was a fantastic trip and we spent 10 days touring North Carolina, Washington DC, Niagra Falls and New York. We got to experience the freezing ice cold weather, the snow and best of all, my folks finally got to meet the folks here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... there' are just too many things to talk about my trip. Being able to be witness the grand Niagra Falls was beyond description. Having the White House stood right infront of me instead of viewing it from the TV is so different. When the Statue of Liberty was presented right infront of me, she left me speechless. Having experience snow again after so many years and the beauty of snow covered trees left me breathless. Able to walk through Times Square in New York City give me a special force like I am invincible. Visiting the museum in Washington DC made me feel artistic and smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed the vibe that Washington DC delivers, it's so artistic and political, definately on the top of my list for a city where I want to live in. I totally love the freezing cold weather during the trip which I appreciate it even more since it's burning hot summer now in Florida. There are just so many "first time" in this trip and it's surely a trip of a lifetime and will forever be in my memory... I just wished this trip is longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As there are more than 100 photos taken during this trip, I am only going to post these few.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/SghjM2akUYI/AAAAAAAAAcA/C5-LJvo9wzw/s1600-h/S7300466.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334622831036879234" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/SghjM2akUYI/AAAAAAAAAcA/C5-LJvo9wzw/s320/S7300466.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/SghjMqzN6FI/AAAAAAAAAb4/avZAdw_QxTU/s1600-h/S7300451.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334622827919042642" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/SghjMqzN6FI/AAAAAAAAAb4/avZAdw_QxTU/s320/S7300451.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/SghjMQIh-1I/AAAAAAAAAbw/2jsKrjjyIK4/s1600-h/S7300388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334622820760681298" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/SghjMQIh-1I/AAAAAAAAAbw/2jsKrjjyIK4/s320/S7300388.JPG" 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/1780893652407236861-5940159623633711516?l=dianahatfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianahatfield.blogspot.com/feeds/5940159623633711516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780893652407236861&amp;postID=5940159623633711516' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780893652407236861/posts/default/5940159623633711516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780893652407236861/posts/default/5940159623633711516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianahatfield.blogspot.com/2009/05/our-trip.html' title='Our Trip'/><author><name>Diana LEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14418897643912135928</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/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/S0NkmZQDGtI/AAAAAAAAAf8/5iU2_BY-_I4/S220/diana+new+hat.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/SghjM2akUYI/AAAAAAAAAcA/C5-LJvo9wzw/s72-c/S7300466.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780893652407236861.post-5467749869943876331</id><published>2009-05-08T17:04:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T17:35:15.725-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;It's been donkey months since I last update my blog. To be precise, it's been like 2 months ???!!! And so much happened during these 2 months. There are some of you who have been asking me why I haven't been updating my blog. The only reply I can give is "The mind is willing but the heart is weak" aka I'm lazy !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, I'll summarise them for now but I will go into details in my future postings (along with photos).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the breakdown of what happen during these 2 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;1) The arrival of my Mom and Brother.&lt;br /&gt;2) My Trip to North Carolina, Washington DC, Niagara Falls and New York.&lt;br /&gt;3) My Folks meeting the Folks here.&lt;br /&gt;4) Me returning back to Singapore&lt;br /&gt;5) Being tortured by the Triplets&lt;br /&gt;6) Meeting up with my friends&lt;br /&gt;6) Finally meeting my precious Godson - Ethan&lt;br /&gt;7) Devouring Cecilia's mom's marvelous pickled mango&lt;br /&gt;8) My New addiction to Nietendo DS&lt;br /&gt;9) Attending Eunice's wedding&lt;br /&gt;10) Fetching (rescuing) Triplets from their Childcare&lt;br /&gt;11) My $100 dollars dinner buffet with the girls&lt;br /&gt;12) My scare with Ovarian Cycst&lt;br /&gt;13) My trip to the chinese temple&lt;br /&gt;14) My High school reunion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;15) Paul's invasion of Facebook&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Yup, that's all that I can remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'll get my momentum going and start updating my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, have a great weekend ! =)&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/1780893652407236861-5467749869943876331?l=dianahatfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianahatfield.blogspot.com/feeds/5467749869943876331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780893652407236861&amp;postID=5467749869943876331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780893652407236861/posts/default/5467749869943876331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780893652407236861/posts/default/5467749869943876331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianahatfield.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back....'/><author><name>Diana LEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14418897643912135928</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/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/S0NkmZQDGtI/AAAAAAAAAf8/5iU2_BY-_I4/S220/diana+new+hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780893652407236861.post-2547645002187644127</id><published>2009-02-09T14:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T14:12:19.470-05:00</updated><title type='text'>They are here !!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/SZB_3CCxFdI/AAAAAAAAAbY/NvCv5OwkfSs/s1600-h/2008-08-20-1409-11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300877344833082834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 222px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/SZB_3CCxFdI/AAAAAAAAAbY/NvCv5OwkfSs/s320/2008-08-20-1409-11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Okie, it's 3 more hours before my Mom and Bro complete their 27 hours flight from Singapore to Florida. They called me right before their last leg of flight from Minnepolis to Florida and my Bro told me he's ready to boogie when he touch down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;The insane part was, everytime when I complete my 27hours flight, I am on the verge of comatose. For Paul, he sees double. And now I have my folks ready to rock and roll.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have our days ahead planned out now.&lt;br /&gt;Tues : I'll bring them to the Mall as there's things we need to buy for the folks back in Sing.&lt;br /&gt;Wed : We're heading to NASA and my bro actually want to pay USD200 for a zero gravity experience in NASA. I can finally see a real rocket upfront rather than in the skies. If we have time, we'll invade the Factory Outlet.&lt;br /&gt;Thurs : Bright and early, we're heading off to Universal Studio and then come back for BBQ with the folks here to blast off Paul's Birthday Celebration. I am so excited cause we'll have everyone here together for the first time.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;I may not be able to update my blog for the next couple of days but I promise, I'll take tons of photos to post and share.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Until then, Be good and Be safe ! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Wooohoooo... I am so so excited !!!!!&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/1780893652407236861-2547645002187644127?l=dianahatfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianahatfield.blogspot.com/feeds/2547645002187644127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780893652407236861&amp;postID=2547645002187644127' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780893652407236861/posts/default/2547645002187644127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780893652407236861/posts/default/2547645002187644127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianahatfield.blogspot.com/2009/02/they-are-here.html' title='They are here !!!!'/><author><name>Diana LEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14418897643912135928</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/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/S0NkmZQDGtI/AAAAAAAAAf8/5iU2_BY-_I4/S220/diana+new+hat.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/SZB_3CCxFdI/AAAAAAAAAbY/NvCv5OwkfSs/s72-c/2008-08-20-1409-11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780893652407236861.post-6728747727898416855</id><published>2009-02-04T13:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T14:40:23.188-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Visiting Paul's BFF</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I know it's insane that Chinese New Year is over and I am posting photos which were taken during Christmas. But you know the saying, the mind is willing but the body is weak. However, I am glad that I've finally sorted the photos and loaded then up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;If you were to ask me what I love about the trip visiting Paul's BFF, Joe (who lived in Havelock, North Carolina). All I have to say is, EVERYTHING ! Joe showed me a lot of things that I would never ever expect to see. He shared with us his hobbies of rearing rabbits in his garage and  serving them as food. He showed me his herbs and vegetable garden in his back yard and how much he love to "can" and preserve fruits and vegetables. Yes, he gave me a bottle of strawberry jam, lime and blue berry jam that he never ever share with anyone. SO I am very honored and they are so yummy !!! To summarise it all, Joe's food are organic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;I also came across a patch of cotton field which blew my mind away as I've never see a cotton field in my life. They do remind me of clouds on the ground and I even pluck one back with me to remember it by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Oh, I can never forget Joe's kids. They are so adorable. His little girl, Brittney follow me around like my shadow and she's just so precious. She even want to come back to Florida with me. I am amazed when his kids call me Miss D and Paul - Mr Paul. For a moment, I told Paul, I feel like a school teacher but I am loving every minute of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;It's definately a trip that Paul and me need and I hope we're able to return back this year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;P/S: It is at Joe's place where Paul get his deep frying addiction and I am not complaining. HE have since then served a lot of yummy but guilty food.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 375px" name="flashticker" align="middle" src="http://widget-f1.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=1152921504627195121&amp;amp;site=widget-f1.slide.com"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="WIDTH: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=1152921504627195121&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-f1.slide.com/p1/1152921504627195121/bb_t054_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=1152921504627195121&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-f1.slide.com/p2/1152921504627195121/bb_t054_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=1152921504627195121&amp;amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-f1.slide.com/p4/1152921504627195121/bb_t054_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1780893652407236861-6728747727898416855?l=dianahatfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianahatfield.blogspot.com/feeds/6728747727898416855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780893652407236861&amp;postID=6728747727898416855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780893652407236861/posts/default/6728747727898416855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780893652407236861/posts/default/6728747727898416855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianahatfield.blogspot.com/2009/02/visiting-pauls-bff.html' title='Visiting Paul&apos;s BFF'/><author><name>Diana LEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14418897643912135928</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/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/S0NkmZQDGtI/AAAAAAAAAf8/5iU2_BY-_I4/S220/diana+new+hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780893652407236861.post-6925713791046995073</id><published>2009-01-24T11:26:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T12:04:06.203-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's the year of the OX</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/SXtJgUEkQ-I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/DL4Cb2wpZoU/s1600-h/AE2EB8A84BF66CC1BA0DDCE6BFCE9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294906606396654562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 253px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/SXtJgUEkQ-I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/DL4Cb2wpZoU/s320/AE2EB8A84BF66CC1BA0DDCE6BFCE9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Arrggghhhh.... Yes, that's the sound of frustration for it's the 3rd year in a row that I've missed Chinese New Year (CNY) which falls on 26th Jan (year of the Ox). I've been trying to suppress the memories of how fun the festival is. Infact that's the only festival that I totally love and look forward to especially when I'm a kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;It's a festival so big and grand, it's celebrated by the entire country and we even have 2 days of national holiday just for this festival. Seriously, this festival is the champion of all festival (we have to multiply 200 times of Christmas just to match 1 CNY) !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I recalled buying new clothes inside out and it means right down to your underwear to shoes and new haircut. It's a time when we shop till we drop and our mother will not bat an eyelid, infact your mother will nag at you to buy new clothes to welcome the New Year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I have to mention the yummy goodies that we'll be stuffing into our mouth from CNY's eve right till everything runs out and that is a long time for the yummy-licious food to run out since we'll stock up like there's no tomorrow. (If you think that Thanks Giving is a day filled with nonstop eating ?? Wait till you see the feast that's presented in every single household).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, there's the perk of it all, the Red packet filled with money !!!! It's like a surprise cause you never know how much you'll going to receive in that red packet or for the entire new year. When you're home and all alone in your room, you'll spread every single red packet in your bed and start unwrapping every single envelope that you can see and start counting the cold hard cash in your hands. The excitement and contented smile on your face when you realised you strike lottery. But that gloat is not over cause when you returned back to school, you start asking each other how much $ they received and then the gloating smile will surface everytime you recalled you've earned yourself the bragging rights. But if you fall behind, no worries cause there's always next year to look forward to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Now that I'm married, I'm on the other side of the field. I am no longer entitled to receiving the red packet but am distributing the red packet (only the single are entitled to receiving the red packet). Yes, even thought I would be bleeding $ left and right but nothing can beat the 15 glorious days of CNY !!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Hopefully, me and Paul can return back to Sing next year where I can show him what CNY is all about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;P/S: I wish every one a properous and happy Chinese New Year !!! =)&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/1780893652407236861-6925713791046995073?l=dianahatfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianahatfield.blogspot.com/feeds/6925713791046995073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780893652407236861&amp;postID=6925713791046995073' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780893652407236861/posts/default/6925713791046995073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780893652407236861/posts/default/6925713791046995073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianahatfield.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-year-of-ox.html' title='It&apos;s the year of the OX'/><author><name>Diana LEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14418897643912135928</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/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/S0NkmZQDGtI/AAAAAAAAAf8/5iU2_BY-_I4/S220/diana+new+hat.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/SXtJgUEkQ-I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/DL4Cb2wpZoU/s72-c/AE2EB8A84BF66CC1BA0DDCE6BFCE9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780893652407236861.post-5301908498790639507</id><published>2009-01-20T12:13:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T12:50:32.684-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas 08</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Yes... I know, it's mid January and Christmas had long gone and I promised to load the photos from Chrismas like donkey years ago. But it's winter and I've finally recovered from hibernating and I've now finally managed to sorting out the photos that was taken during Christmas (Thank God ! ) .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;To summarise, we had a good Christmas. There's tons of laughters, we're thankful that everyone in the Family is healthy, safe and sound. The fun we all had when receiving presents and the faces of those whom we gave presents to. Paul is extremely estastic since he finally have his immediate family together to celebrate Christmas with him for the very first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately we were all hoping to see and play in the snow this year and that didn't come true but but hey, there's always next year to look forward to and this Christmas, we all had fun and spent the Christmas together as a family and that's all that matters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 400px" name="flashticker" align="middle" src="http://widget-1c.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=1152921504627087132&amp;amp;site=widget-1c.slide.com" wmode="transparent" salign="l" scale="noscale" quality="high"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="WIDTH: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=1152921504627087132&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-1c.slide.com/p1/1152921504627087132/bb_t043_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=1152921504627087132&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-1c.slide.com/p2/1152921504627087132/bb_t043_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=1152921504627087132&amp;amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-1c.slide.com/p4/1152921504627087132/bb_t043_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1780893652407236861-5301908498790639507?l=dianahatfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianahatfield.blogspot.com/feeds/5301908498790639507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780893652407236861&amp;postID=5301908498790639507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780893652407236861/posts/default/5301908498790639507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780893652407236861/posts/default/5301908498790639507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianahatfield.blogspot.com/2009/01/christmas-08.html' title='Christmas 08'/><author><name>Diana LEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14418897643912135928</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/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/S0NkmZQDGtI/AAAAAAAAAf8/5iU2_BY-_I4/S220/diana+new+hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780893652407236861.post-3002156955992271836</id><published>2009-01-11T12:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T12:24:18.364-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2 years ago today.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Yup, it's our glorious 2nd year wedding anniversary and it's been a roller coaster ride for the past year before we even get here. Many times I wish to live each day peaceful and calm but again I wonder, wouldn't life be boring and stagnant then ???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;But on the other hand, I don't want the drama and trauma either, I just want to have the peace and harmony that I deserve !!!! (Yes, I often contradict myself and it's a pattern).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;A year had passed and it's our 2nd year wedding anniversary today. Paul have been complaining to me, when other married men are only required to remember only 1 wedding anniversary, he had to remember 2 cause we had our wedding once in the US and another in Singapore. Thus I've made a deal with him, he remember the one we had in US and I remember the wedding we had in Singapore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Unfortunately, Paul had inherit my flu and sore throat so we're not doing anything super sonic. Just a simple dinner in Outback Steak House where we went 2 years ago on 11 Jan 07.... But currently my "Personal Chef" enduring a stuffed blocked nose with a tissue in one hand and with the other available hand, he is whipping up my favourite beer battered deep fried mushroom and deep fried green bell peppers for me, just cause I love them... now that's TRUE LOVE ! In sickness and in health, with germs and virus....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this photo which was taken 2 yrs ago in my MIL's place where we celebrated our first Christmas.... HAPPY ANNIVERSARY BABY !!!! *grin&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/SWoq81FcxAI/AAAAAAAAAbE/_2G9FlPqHao/s1600-h/mail3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290087936830522370" style="WIDTH: 221px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/SWoq81FcxAI/AAAAAAAAAbE/_2G9FlPqHao/s320/mail3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1780893652407236861-3002156955992271836?l=dianahatfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianahatfield.blogspot.com/feeds/3002156955992271836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780893652407236861&amp;postID=3002156955992271836' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780893652407236861/posts/default/3002156955992271836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780893652407236861/posts/default/3002156955992271836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianahatfield.blogspot.com/2009/01/2-years-ago-today.html' title='2 years ago today.....'/><author><name>Diana LEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14418897643912135928</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/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/S0NkmZQDGtI/AAAAAAAAAf8/5iU2_BY-_I4/S220/diana+new+hat.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/SWoq81FcxAI/AAAAAAAAAbE/_2G9FlPqHao/s72-c/mail3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780893652407236861.post-7993556532730321272</id><published>2009-01-08T14:19:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T14:27:14.485-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell Sore Throat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;After 10 days of taking shots of cough mixture like they are vodka and popping cough drops like candy, I am relief to announce that I am now back to normal. Yeah, farewell to nasty sore throat !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today from Cecilia, I've realised that Facebook is super popular with almost everyone back in Sing. Yes, I have created a Facebook account ages ago but somehow I'm just not that into it and let's say the status is constantly "inactive". Until Cecilia told me that some of our long lost High School classmates are on Facebook and they are tracking each other down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, guess I better start playing around and update my facebook now ! Yes, I know I promised to upload photos of our Christmas, but for now, I'll spend sometime to load some photos to my Facebook thus others can have a peep at it and also if the PC crash, at least the photos are safe somewhere ... i.e in FaceBook !&lt;/span&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/1780893652407236861-7993556532730321272?l=dianahatfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianahatfield.blogspot.com/feeds/7993556532730321272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780893652407236861&amp;postID=7993556532730321272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780893652407236861/posts/default/7993556532730321272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780893652407236861/posts/default/7993556532730321272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianahatfield.blogspot.com/2009/01/farewell-sore-throat.html' title='Farewell Sore Throat'/><author><name>Diana LEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14418897643912135928</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/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/S0NkmZQDGtI/AAAAAAAAAf8/5iU2_BY-_I4/S220/diana+new+hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780893652407236861.post-5119317642572775527</id><published>2009-01-02T11:20:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T11:32:44.921-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I cannot believe my luck ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR TO ALLLLLLL !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As insane as it may seem or the way fate is supposed to be, I've been jumping and hopping around the entire year of 2008 without even a sneeze or a snort and just when I'm ready to attend our Neighbour's New Year Eve party, I am down with high fever ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;When I thought the fever is gone, I was so wrong. 2 hours before I'm ready to party, the fever returned along with a burning sore throat. Yeah, just my luck !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's my fate, for New Year's Eve and the entire of New Year's Day and even till now, I welcome the new year in bed with my drugs beside me. It's definately not a happy sight. The burn remain in my throat like a leech that is not going away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry Folks, I am popping cough drops like candy and drinking cough mixture like it's soda. Hopefully I will stand strong like a winner. As for now, I'm still groggy and throat is still burning. Fever seems to vanish for now cause of the cold shower I just had and we hope it stay that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until I am fit and ready to download the photos, may everyone enjoy Good Health and Happy Days ahead !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Sickie D&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/1780893652407236861-5119317642572775527?l=dianahatfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianahatfield.blogspot.com/feeds/5119317642572775527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780893652407236861&amp;postID=5119317642572775527' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780893652407236861/posts/default/5119317642572775527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780893652407236861/posts/default/5119317642572775527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianahatfield.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-cannot-believe-my-luck.html' title='I cannot believe my luck ...'/><author><name>Diana LEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14418897643912135928</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/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/S0NkmZQDGtI/AAAAAAAAAf8/5iU2_BY-_I4/S220/diana+new+hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780893652407236861.post-2729507688265551493</id><published>2008-12-31T16:15:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T16:43:51.516-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's the final Countdown</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Out of the blue, I was down with high fever yesterday and today after all the drugs wear off, it hit me that it's 31st of Dec 2008 today. I'm still not at my best form but hey, at least it wasn't as bad as it was yesterday and I am still breathing, so that's good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I'm not going to ask "Where did the year go?" and "What happen?" cause it's rather too late now to be asking that question. Thus, I rather recap on the events of 2008 before I embark to 2009.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Here goes, in 2008, it's a rather exciting year for Paul and Me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;1) We moved into our brand new house.&lt;br /&gt;2) We purchase a brand new car.&lt;br /&gt;3) We finally had our traditional Chinese Wedding on 13 Sept 08.&lt;br /&gt;4) My FIL attended our Chinese Wedding in Singapore and I am happy to show him the country which I grew up in along with my insane friends who all claim he's super cool AND handsome AND charming AND funny AND all things nice. (Yes, he's a joy to be around and to be honest, I really enjoy his company).&lt;br /&gt;5) Me and Paul went for a vacation with my Mom and Bro in Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia (which all of us had a jolly good time).&lt;br /&gt;6) The arrival of my precious Godson, Ethan really brought joy and hope into my life.&lt;br /&gt;7) The Triplets had a blast with Paul this time rather than crying and hiding from him. I think they enjoy trips to the playground with Paul running after them.&lt;br /&gt;8) I finally met Paul's childhood best friend, Joe and his wife, Shannon whom I adore and their children which I can't seem to finish praising them. Believe me, they are like godsent (at least when I'm there).&lt;br /&gt;9) For once, me and Paul spent both Thanks Giving and Christmas with my MIL and I hope she enjoyed us driving her insane.&lt;br /&gt;10) I managed to squeeze 3 months out of the year and spent it in Singapore with my family and friends while I "abandon" Paul in the US.&lt;br /&gt;11) I have self proclaim myself as the new Iron Chef for their Baking Department (if it's not for the quality, at least it's for my effort and at least none of the kids in the neighbourhood had been poison). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;AND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;12) In 11 days, we'll be celebrating our 2nd year Wedding Anniversary !!! It haven't been all honey and nice and there's truma and drama but with the support of my Blood Sisters and SIL and MIL,  I hope it'll be a smoother ride in 2009. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Last but not least, the great health that all my family and friends enjoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;For the Brand New Year, I hope it'll being Good Health, Prosperity, Happiness and Joy to everyone around me and in Singapore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAY THE FORCE BE WITH US and MAY WE ALL FIND THE INNER PEACE AND STRENGTH WITHIN US !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;HAPPY NEW YEARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR !!!! =)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;P/S : Stay alert for all the pictures of our trip .....&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/1780893652407236861-2729507688265551493?l=dianahatfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianahatfield.blogspot.com/feeds/2729507688265551493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780893652407236861&amp;postID=2729507688265551493' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780893652407236861/posts/default/2729507688265551493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780893652407236861/posts/default/2729507688265551493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianahatfield.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-final-countdown.html' title='It&apos;s the final Countdown'/><author><name>Diana LEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14418897643912135928</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/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/S0NkmZQDGtI/AAAAAAAAAf8/5iU2_BY-_I4/S220/diana+new+hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780893652407236861.post-4686570509568638885</id><published>2008-12-18T12:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T12:42:03.883-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We're Leaving !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;We're leaving tomorrow noon and heading straight to Sanford, North Carolina to celebrate Christmas with my MIL and her family and we are excited !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprising how time flies cause this Christmas would be the 2nd year anniversary that Paul propose to me and we're going back to my MIL's place where it all happen... Am sure it's going to bring back some nice memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Paul is praying for a white Christmas and hopefully we can see some snow. This time, we're also driving to visit Paul's best friend, Joe and his family. Apparently he is an avid hunter and hunt down deers or fish. I'm excited to see him and his catch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll be returning a week later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until then, May everyone have a safe Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you folks soon......&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1780893652407236861-4686570509568638885?l=dianahatfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianahatfield.blogspot.com/feeds/4686570509568638885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780893652407236861&amp;postID=4686570509568638885' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780893652407236861/posts/default/4686570509568638885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780893652407236861/posts/default/4686570509568638885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianahatfield.blogspot.com/2008/12/were-leaving.html' title='We&apos;re Leaving !!!'/><author><name>Diana LEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14418897643912135928</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/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/S0NkmZQDGtI/AAAAAAAAAf8/5iU2_BY-_I4/S220/diana+new+hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780893652407236861.post-3937192788682638479</id><published>2008-12-15T12:52:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T13:07:50.374-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprise !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Today, I received a morning greeting from the Postman with a special surprise for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Yes, it flew all the way from Singapore and it's a loving package from my "Sister from another mother" aka Tricia and my Godson - Ethan. I was so excited and extremely happy. Believed me, the gesture itself have made my day and even weeks !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;My Sister got me a multi-purpose and "stress-free" bag with various compartment. Infact, a compartment for every item and I am impressed with her great find. But what got my heart melt is the annual diary that she got me. For as long as I remember, Tricia is my go-to girl for diary. Like her, I have a habit of owning a diary where I jot down everything I need to remember, from Birthdays to Anniversaries to Appointments and everything else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Each year, without fail, through rain and storm and "sold out" situation, she never fail to get me my annual diary. Even cuter, we would always have the same version but different color and it's like everytime I jot something in my diary, I remember that my sister from another mother have the similiar diary as me and that rocks !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tricia and my Godson Ethan, THANK YOU for remembering me even when I am exile in here. THANK YOU for your loving gesture which I appreciate and treasure.&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU for everything ! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;P/S: Tricia, remember the author, Sophia Kinsella which you recommended me and got me hooked on all her books ? Hey, there's a movie on her book "Confession of the Shopaholic" which would be out in Feb 09. Guess what, I can't wait to watch it with you, which would be splendid cause I would be back in Sing around then... 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For that I will always be grateful to his understanding and love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;I have said this to my pals countless times that my FIL is fun to be around with and he always have that special "charm" around him that my girlpals have known it to be "WOW". I recall how they were raving about how handsome my FIL. My girlpal, Hayley from Australia even text me to tell me they are having an online discussion about my FIL despite the fact that she had never met him ever in her life. Yah, I think they adore him for his wit, wicked sense of humour, his charms, his good looks and not forgetting he's "cool". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;I am sure that every married or about to be married folks know that the relationship with your in-laws or future in-laws are tricky. It either float or sink and I am fortunate to say that my in-laws are "cool". Yes, "Cool" is a word I pick up here thought I hardly use it. I think Cool is the word to summarise everything nice though there is no specific meanings to it. (Definately very strange word to me). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But I like what Cecilia said, "Even if the relationship of the "in-laws" come to an end, you can always be friends." Yes, my BFF - the Peace Maker...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/ST00R3oo7HI/AAAAAAAAAa8/LihJkCMJ2mU/s1600-h/P9130382.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277431819944914034" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/ST00R3oo7HI/AAAAAAAAAa8/LihJkCMJ2mU/s320/P9130382.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/1780893652407236861-7392630682520490197?l=dianahatfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianahatfield.blogspot.com/feeds/7392630682520490197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780893652407236861&amp;postID=7392630682520490197' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780893652407236861/posts/default/7392630682520490197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780893652407236861/posts/default/7392630682520490197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianahatfield.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-fil-hes-cool.html' title='My FIL, He&apos;s Cool !'/><author><name>Diana LEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14418897643912135928</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/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/S0NkmZQDGtI/AAAAAAAAAf8/5iU2_BY-_I4/S220/diana+new+hat.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/ST00R3oo7HI/AAAAAAAAAa8/LihJkCMJ2mU/s72-c/P9130382.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780893652407236861.post-4489330136667474507</id><published>2008-12-06T23:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T23:42:53.849-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mission Statement</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Today, I spoke to my Blood Sister. I had been “digging the hole” for the entire day and after spoken to her, I manged to see the light to the end of the tunnel and it felt so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To have someone to assure me, relate to me , help me to gather my thoughts, lead me to hear my inner voice and thus found my solution. Is everything I needed right there and then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For that, Cecilia, I will forever be grateful to you. You have once again show me your wisdom and proven your ability to never to judge or comment but always to stand behind and beside me. Same as my other Blood Sister, Tricia. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also concluded the following statement…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;“Should there be a battle between the Intelligent Beings and the Stupid Population, the Intelligent Beings will be the first to perish. It is simply because they are drove to their grave by the stupid due to their lack of mental capacity and thus perish due to despair.”&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May we all find the light to the end of our tunnel ! =)&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/1780893652407236861-4489330136667474507?l=dianahatfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianahatfield.blogspot.com/feeds/4489330136667474507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780893652407236861&amp;postID=4489330136667474507' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780893652407236861/posts/default/4489330136667474507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780893652407236861/posts/default/4489330136667474507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianahatfield.blogspot.com/2008/12/mission-statement.html' title='Mission Statement'/><author><name>Diana LEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14418897643912135928</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/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/S0NkmZQDGtI/AAAAAAAAAf8/5iU2_BY-_I4/S220/diana+new+hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780893652407236861.post-5121585255797346090</id><published>2008-12-02T13:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T13:35:01.987-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from Thanks Giving</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We went and we're back and we had tons of fun. The scenery was nice, the weather is superb, the companion was wonderful and the Thanks Giving dinner was yummy-licious. All we had to do was to eat, chill (which we did a very good job) and shop ! What else can a girl ask for ???!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, we were also "fierce" enough to hit the stores on Black Friday (the day after Thanks Giving where there's the best sales ever). And we came home with good deals. I can't believe that Paul will go shopping with us with not a single word of complain or whimper and I contribute that to the power of a mother. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got myself a Peacoat from Old Navy at half off. I've discovered that I've found my alliance in shopping, aka my MIL. Me and Paul was debating if I should get the coat and we were so close to giving it up until my MIL told me it's a buy cause I look nice in it. Hey, how can any DIL disobey her MIL right ?! So I bought it totally guilt-free. Hey, I was only taking the sound advice of my MIL and "obeying" her *lol*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Mom for egging me to get the satin bedsheets too. They feel so good against my skin and made the comforter slide to me effortlessly without a battle with my husband over it *lol* Again, I'm glad to "obey" you rather than listening to my husband *lol* .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We came home with good memories, great fun and now we're looking forward to our Christmas Trip... can't wait ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-c4.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=1152921504626652868&amp;amp;site=widget-c4.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=1152921504626652868&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-c4.slide.com/p1/1152921504626652868/bb_t056_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=1152921504626652868&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-c4.slide.com/p2/1152921504626652868/bb_t056_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;amp;id=1152921504626652868&amp;amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-c4.slide.com/m/1152921504626652868/bb_t056_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide9_1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;at=un&amp;id=1152921504626652868&amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-c4.slide.com/p4/1152921504626652868/bb_t056_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/1780893652407236861-5121585255797346090?l=dianahatfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianahatfield.blogspot.com/feeds/5121585255797346090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780893652407236861&amp;postID=5121585255797346090' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780893652407236861/posts/default/5121585255797346090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780893652407236861/posts/default/5121585255797346090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianahatfield.blogspot.com/2008/12/back-from-thanks-giving.html' title='Back from Thanks Giving'/><author><name>Diana LEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14418897643912135928</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/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/S0NkmZQDGtI/AAAAAAAAAf8/5iU2_BY-_I4/S220/diana+new+hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780893652407236861.post-4277642302407352819</id><published>2008-11-24T13:50:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T14:07:18.711-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Road Trip to North Carolina</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;He's excited, I'm excited and we're both excited ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;In 2 more days, we'll be heading to North Carolina for Thanks Giving with my MIL and her husband. We'll begin our road trip on wednesday evening after Paul return from work and hop into our car. I reckon it's an 8 hours drive and hopefully we wouldn't bump into any traffic jam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I'll be lucky enough to catch some snow flakes while I'm there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promise, I'll bring my camera along and take some really nice pics....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention that my MIL lives in an area that's surround by tombs ?&lt;br /&gt;Yah, I'll definately bring some sleeping pills and knock myself out when it's bedtime. Despite the fact that I am excited and can't wait to spend the holiday with my adorable MIL but knowing that "The Others" could be there, I am positive that I'll be on my alert mode and all my senses will be tune up high. I hope "The Others" will like me enough not to bother me and not like me enough to follow me home ! *lol* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless, HAPPY THANKS GIVING everyone ! =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: We'll be back home on Sunday ! =)&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/1780893652407236861-4277642302407352819?l=dianahatfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianahatfield.blogspot.com/feeds/4277642302407352819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780893652407236861&amp;postID=4277642302407352819' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780893652407236861/posts/default/4277642302407352819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780893652407236861/posts/default/4277642302407352819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianahatfield.blogspot.com/2008/11/road-trip-to-north-carolina.html' title='Road Trip to North Carolina'/><author><name>Diana LEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14418897643912135928</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/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/S0NkmZQDGtI/AAAAAAAAAf8/5iU2_BY-_I4/S220/diana+new+hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780893652407236861.post-8761599427129949149</id><published>2008-11-19T12:04:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T12:26:09.298-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I Iron Chef ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;I woke up under our cosy comforter but it's still freezing cold (3 degs celcius). Then I started craving for warm, spicy and tasty food. Food from Singapore, one of my favourite food - Curry Puffs from "Old Chang Kee" hit me like an addict craving for drugs. Some of my friends know that I have intense cravings like a pregnant woman even thought I am NOT Pregnant (Auntie Mary arrived yesterday).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I can't bring curry puffs to me, I decide to make myself some and perhaps it'll ease my craving. With a fierce passion, I went online and look for the recipe. Yes, it's a big hurdle to jump but I figure, "What's the worst that can happen ?" Fortunately we have all the ingredients in the pantry and in the fridge (even the curry powder that Paul bought but we never used). So I started whipping up a storm while Mooch watched in fascination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously I don't even know if it's successful and if I can even make it pass boiling the eggs. But I am glad that I did it ! And I must say, it's Yummy ! *grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not "Old Chang Kee"'s standard and it doesn't look too preety but it sure is yummy (at least for me).                                                  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Check out the pics .... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/SSRLsstcNqI/AAAAAAAAATI/gov5VQWbGDQ/s1600-h/S7300025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270420695218402978" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/SSRLsstcNqI/AAAAAAAAATI/gov5VQWbGDQ/s320/S7300025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/SSRLs2udVII/AAAAAAAAATQ/P0bGjhRDiRs/s1600-h/S7300028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270420697907025026" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/SSRLs2udVII/AAAAAAAAATQ/P0bGjhRDiRs/s320/S7300028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&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/1780893652407236861-8761599427129949149?l=dianahatfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianahatfield.blogspot.com/feeds/8761599427129949149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780893652407236861&amp;postID=8761599427129949149' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780893652407236861/posts/default/8761599427129949149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780893652407236861/posts/default/8761599427129949149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianahatfield.blogspot.com/2008/11/am-i-iron-chef.html' title='Am I Iron Chef ?'/><author><name>Diana LEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14418897643912135928</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/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/S0NkmZQDGtI/AAAAAAAAAf8/5iU2_BY-_I4/S220/diana+new+hat.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/SSRLsstcNqI/AAAAAAAAATI/gov5VQWbGDQ/s72-c/S7300025.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780893652407236861.post-6873018669972065277</id><published>2008-11-18T12:38:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T12:53:04.614-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Baking is Therapeutic !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Last week was a tough and rough week and after spending Saturday in Ikea with Sommer do make me feel better. Hell, spending Paul’s money sure feels like having sweet revenge (Sommer, know what I mean *evil grin*).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve learned that baking is rather therapeutic and it’s certainly cheaper than paying a visit to the shrink. Fortunately I’m able to download my frustration to my blood sister, Cecilia while Mummy Neo is performing stunts to entertain my Godson Baby Ethan. Yes, downloading my anger to my MIL help too. It’s good to talk to someone who have real life experience and encounter with children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless, I’ve picked up my whisk and my baking tray and start baking Strawberry cup cake with Lemon Icing. I must say with the Thanks and Cheers from the neighborhood kids sure feels like instant gratification.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the pics of my Strawberry Cup Cake with Lemon Icing… Damn, I am so damn proud of myself and my creativity on the icing ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-57.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=1152921504626547543&amp;amp;site=widget-57.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:375px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=1152921504626547543&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-57.slide.com/p1/1152921504626547543/bb_t013_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=1152921504626547543&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-57.slide.com/p2/1152921504626547543/bb_t013_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;at=un&amp;id=1152921504626547543&amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-57.slide.com/p4/1152921504626547543/bb_t013_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/1780893652407236861-6873018669972065277?l=dianahatfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianahatfield.blogspot.com/feeds/6873018669972065277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780893652407236861&amp;postID=6873018669972065277' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780893652407236861/posts/default/6873018669972065277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780893652407236861/posts/default/6873018669972065277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianahatfield.blogspot.com/2008/11/baking-is-therapeutic.html' title='Baking is Therapeutic !'/><author><name>Diana LEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14418897643912135928</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/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/S0NkmZQDGtI/AAAAAAAAAf8/5iU2_BY-_I4/S220/diana+new+hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780893652407236861.post-7446588082305023840</id><published>2008-11-14T16:12:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T16:24:18.066-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I am drowning....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Hi Folks,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many Apologies for not updating my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's just so much drama and trauma going on during the past week that it's draining my mind and soul. I'll give myself the weekend to compose myself and hopefully I'll get my grove together and resume blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hopping that my trip to IKEA this Sat with Sommie will cheer me up a little and spending some money will buy me some cheer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Until then, have a splendid weekend and love each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;P/S : I am so happy that my Godson, Ethan is doing well and behaving ..... Go Mummy Tricia ! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am relief that my mom's eye laser treatment on Thursday went smoothly. Let's hope her follow up on next F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;riday will give us good news. Until then, I am keeping my fingers crossed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Luv Karma Believer - Di&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/1780893652407236861-7446588082305023840?l=dianahatfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianahatfield.blogspot.com/feeds/7446588082305023840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780893652407236861&amp;postID=7446588082305023840' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780893652407236861/posts/default/7446588082305023840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780893652407236861/posts/default/7446588082305023840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianahatfield.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-am-drowning.html' title='I am drowning....'/><author><name>Diana LEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14418897643912135928</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/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/S0NkmZQDGtI/AAAAAAAAAf8/5iU2_BY-_I4/S220/diana+new+hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780893652407236861.post-7282904172642818746</id><published>2008-11-03T18:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T18:27:16.843-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween 08</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;We're invited to Sommer &amp;amp; Pete's annual Halloween Party and this year, the theme is Super Heroes or Villian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just say, there's tons of cool people in their really neat, creative and super sonic fun costumes (my favourite is Captain Viagra). There's also yummy-li-cious appetisers made by Chef Sommer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've made my favourite drink - Pink Lemonade with loads and loads and loads of Vodka. Yes, it was loads ! So it's definately a night filled with food, drinks, laughters and be merry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the pics ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 320px" name="flashticker" align="middle" src="http://widget-42.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=1152921504626397762&amp;amp;site=widget-42.slide.com"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;div style="WIDTH: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=1152921504626397762&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-42.slide.com/p1/1152921504626397762/bb_t014_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=1152921504626397762&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-42.slide.com/p2/1152921504626397762/bb_t014_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=1152921504626397762&amp;amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-42.slide.com/p4/1152921504626397762/bb_t014_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/1780893652407236861-7282904172642818746?l=dianahatfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianahatfield.blogspot.com/feeds/7282904172642818746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780893652407236861&amp;postID=7282904172642818746' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780893652407236861/posts/default/7282904172642818746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780893652407236861/posts/default/7282904172642818746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianahatfield.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-halloween-08.html' title='Happy Halloween 08'/><author><name>Diana LEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14418897643912135928</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/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/S0NkmZQDGtI/AAAAAAAAAf8/5iU2_BY-_I4/S220/diana+new+hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780893652407236861.post-8946932111732718918</id><published>2008-10-29T14:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T14:06:26.572-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Out swinging !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Sorry Girls, out on my hammock with Mooch, enjoying the cool weather, love my cold toes, adore the cold breeze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will update my blog when I've regain my senses.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHIOK, SHIOK, SHIOK, SHIOK, SHIOK !!!!&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/1780893652407236861-8946932111732718918?l=dianahatfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianahatfield.blogspot.com/feeds/8946932111732718918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780893652407236861&amp;postID=8946932111732718918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780893652407236861/posts/default/8946932111732718918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780893652407236861/posts/default/8946932111732718918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianahatfield.blogspot.com/2008/10/out-swinging.html' title='Out swinging !'/><author><name>Diana LEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14418897643912135928</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/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/S0NkmZQDGtI/AAAAAAAAAf8/5iU2_BY-_I4/S220/diana+new+hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780893652407236861.post-5241084824673243519</id><published>2008-10-28T11:44:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T11:58:28.133-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Preview of Winter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;The day I've been waiting for all year had finally arrived. I've been pinning and waiting and counting for the arrival of Winter and it's finally here. Well, it's not exactly Winter in Florida for at least another month or so but the drop of the temperature is a preview of the Winter for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Last night the temperature dropped and this morning it was 11 degs celcius and I was excited. The news forecast reported that tonight it'll dropped to 4 degs and I can't wait. I've turned off the A/C and Heater and opened all the windows in the house, allowing the cold wind kissing my face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Folks here may think I am insane for embracing cold weather. However being born and raised in Singapore, all we had all year round are hot and humid summer days. Thus it's refreshing to experience freezing days. I am sure my BFF, Cecilia would be as excited as me if she's here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I've took out the bed comforter and air it on the bed so I can be ready for some snuggle action with my pillows tonight. I couldn't be more excited about the cold weather. As for Paul, he's not a big fan of the cold but oh well, my pillows love to be cold and I LOVE having cold pillows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Perhaps in the noon, I'll bring out my hammock, set it  on my front pouch, put Mooch in it and swing happily and enjoy the cold breeze and the clear blue sky....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S : Ms Yap, the word is SHIOK ! *lol*&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/1780893652407236861-5241084824673243519?l=dianahatfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianahatfield.blogspot.com/feeds/5241084824673243519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780893652407236861&amp;postID=5241084824673243519' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780893652407236861/posts/default/5241084824673243519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780893652407236861/posts/default/5241084824673243519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianahatfield.blogspot.com/2008/10/preview-of-winter.html' title='Preview of Winter'/><author><name>Diana LEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14418897643912135928</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/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/S0NkmZQDGtI/AAAAAAAAAf8/5iU2_BY-_I4/S220/diana+new+hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780893652407236861.post-6675494570796369607</id><published>2008-10-23T10:37:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T11:04:51.800-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I AM the BAKER !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;With the success of my Double Layer Chocolate Cake, my ego received an instant boost. Along with the encouragement of Paul, I decided to bake another cake. Like the mad scientist, this time I wanted to explore making a Lemon cake since I'm always a fan of the citrus family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a newbie at baking, it is intimating for me when I pick up the whisk. From the initial start of mixing the ingredients to hand deliver the cake mix into the oven. The next 35 to 45 mins is a constant run to the oven and peep the "goods".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even after I've gave the cake a good layer of icing, I am still nervous of the reviews.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, fortunately the kids in the neighbourhood (Jacob's Playmates) are all sugar junkie. As long as it's cake, it's brownies, it's cookies and it's SWEET, they all get excited and want more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the pics .....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;P/S : I've received request from Picky Paul to make Cinnamon Streusel Muffin. That's going to be my next project.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 400px" name="flashticker" align="middle" src="http://widget-4f.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=1152921504626244175&amp;amp;site=widget-4f.slide.com"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;div style="WIDTH: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=1152921504626244175&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-4f.slide.com/p1/1152921504626244175/bb_t062_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=1152921504626244175&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-4f.slide.com/p2/1152921504626244175/bb_t062_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=1152921504626244175&amp;amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-4f.slide.com/p4/1152921504626244175/bb_t062_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1780893652407236861-6675494570796369607?l=dianahatfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianahatfield.blogspot.com/feeds/6675494570796369607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780893652407236861&amp;postID=6675494570796369607' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780893652407236861/posts/default/6675494570796369607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780893652407236861/posts/default/6675494570796369607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianahatfield.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-am-baker.html' title='I AM the BAKER !'/><author><name>Diana LEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14418897643912135928</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/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/S0NkmZQDGtI/AAAAAAAAAf8/5iU2_BY-_I4/S220/diana+new+hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780893652407236861.post-6542215375051152550</id><published>2008-10-21T14:06:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T14:18:15.414-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Where are you ???</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"Pussy Cat, Pussy Cat, Where are you ?"&lt;br /&gt;"Pussy Cat, Pussy Cat, Come out now ...."&lt;br /&gt;"Moocher, Where are you ???"&lt;br /&gt;"This is not funny, Come out now !"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every morning when I wake up, Mooch will come and greet me. Like a routine, He will rub himself against my legs and meow. Like my shadow, he would follow me around the house. Even when I am sitting on the couch and updating my blog, that furball will lie down right beside me and take his cat nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Paul refused to let him come into our bedroom, when I go into the bedroom, Mooch just stay in the living room. Yesterday I panicked when I couldn't find him. Seriously, our house is not that big and we can basically take a glance and cover the entire house. Thus I was like on alert mode and was going around the house calling for him when I couldn't find him. I was worried that he was locked outside by Paul when Paul left for work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the hunt and calling Paul to check with him if he saw Mooch in the morning, Paul's reply was "No, I didn't see him." Hmmm....I don't think anyone want to kidnap a cat now when Thanks Giving is still a month away and I don't think Americans perfer Cats rather than Turkey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I make another search around the house and this time, I found that furball hidding here. He is just so adorable that I couldn't resist and just have to take snap shots of him....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at his cute face...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 400px" name="flashticker" align="middle" src="http://widget-b9.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=1152921504626190265&amp;amp;site=widget-b9.slide.com"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="WIDTH: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=1152921504626190265&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-b9.slide.com/p1/1152921504626190265/bb_t056_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=1152921504626190265&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-b9.slide.com/p2/1152921504626190265/bb_t056_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=1152921504626190265&amp;amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-b9.slide.com/p4/1152921504626190265/bb_t056_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1780893652407236861-6542215375051152550?l=dianahatfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianahatfield.blogspot.com/feeds/6542215375051152550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780893652407236861&amp;postID=6542215375051152550' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780893652407236861/posts/default/6542215375051152550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780893652407236861/posts/default/6542215375051152550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianahatfield.blogspot.com/2008/10/where-are-you.html' title='Where are you ???'/><author><name>Diana LEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14418897643912135928</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/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/S0NkmZQDGtI/AAAAAAAAAf8/5iU2_BY-_I4/S220/diana+new+hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780893652407236861.post-3020205078603451230</id><published>2008-10-20T13:12:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T14:07:39.474-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The UNdomesticated Goddess Strike AGAIN !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;If there is anything that interest me in the kitchen, it's the oven and the desire to bake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get excited with it comes to baking. When I compare it with cooking and it's oil splatters, the grease and the cleaining up, I can live with just eating a cake forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, I decided to bake a cake. For the first time in my life, I wanted to bake a cake ! I have tried baking brownie and muffin and they were always easy and suddendly a cake seems like a challenge and I wonder, when I attend Home Economics class during Secondary School (High School) how come I never have the opportunity to bake a cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I remembered, when I was in Home Economics class or rather my entire life, I hated anything to do with being in the kitchen that involves cooking, baking or touching raw meat. TO get through the class, my masterplan was to pair up with a classmate who inspire to be Martha Steward and always want to steal the lime light. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Being the "considerate" partner, I always take a step back and sometimes two thus they can have all the attention that they want. Show off all they want, be in total and absolute control for all they want. As for my contribution, I sacrifice and take on the not so glamourous title as being The Kitchen Helper aka checking out what other teams are doing and doing PR with the rest of the class. Thank God on my wise pick on my partner, I never get a D and always smooth sail during class and practical test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I drove myself to the supermarket and grab more baking stuffs. With the success of my double layer chocolate cake, I now have the confident boost with baking. Well, the neighbour seems surprise when I told them it's the first time I bake and the kids are like "Wow, really ? But it's really good."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah, I know I have a hidden talent somewhere ! *lol*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out my double layer chocolate cake with chocolate icing and sprinkles....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-27.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=1152921504626182695&amp;amp;site=widget-27.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:400px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=1152921504626182695&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-27.slide.com/p1/1152921504626182695/bb_t014_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=1152921504626182695&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-27.slide.com/p2/1152921504626182695/bb_t014_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;at=un&amp;id=1152921504626182695&amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-27.slide.com/p4/1152921504626182695/bb_t014_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/1780893652407236861-3020205078603451230?l=dianahatfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianahatfield.blogspot.com/feeds/3020205078603451230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780893652407236861&amp;postID=3020205078603451230' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780893652407236861/posts/default/3020205078603451230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780893652407236861/posts/default/3020205078603451230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianahatfield.blogspot.com/2008/10/undomesticated-goddess-strike-again.html' title='The UNdomesticated Goddess Strike AGAIN !'/><author><name>Diana LEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14418897643912135928</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/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/S0NkmZQDGtI/AAAAAAAAAf8/5iU2_BY-_I4/S220/diana+new+hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780893652407236861.post-597023811170506909</id><published>2008-10-13T14:17:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T14:31:43.468-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bargain Hunter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Last Sat, I dragged Paul out of the house and roam around town. We finally collected some of our wedding photos and by chance there is this Old Navy store and I just have to check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Despite Paul's protest, I told the whinny baby to hush it and drag him into the store even thought I know he's about to throw a fit but he clearly know that I will rip his head off and present it as a sacrifice item for Halloween.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since my arrival in the US, I've been known to the girls as a Bargain Hunter and a Negotation Queen. However, I would like to tell them that it's simply because I've realised the value of a 5 cent and it is bigger than a bull's cart wheel ! *lol*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Regardless, I've found this bermudas ... I know it's not exactly my style or as Paul's facial expression which is decoded as "yuck". Seriously with a price tag that scream USD2.99 I HAVE to get it ! Even thought it have a white back ground but it's thick enough that my panties aren't showing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell, I was telling Paul, "I would wear it when people come visit at our place or during grocery shopping or to the beach !" And everyone know that the beach is not exactly my favourite place in the world but hey, now that the wedding is over, I kind of have the unspoken permission from my mom to get a tan. Seriously, now I really want to go to the beach !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Well, I got the USD2.99 bermudas and now OLD NAVY is my favourite store. It's not an every day deal that I can get something that dirt cheap and opportunity doesn't come twice and hey, a Best Buy is a Must Buy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-f6.slide.com/widgets/themepic.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=1152921504626141430&amp;amp;site=widget-f6.slide.com" style="width:356px;height:400px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:356px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=1152921504626141430&amp;amp;map=A" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-f6.slide.com/z1/1152921504626141430/bb_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=1152921504626141430&amp;amp;map=B" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-f6.slide.com/z2/1152921504626141430/bb_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide4.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;at=un&amp;id=1152921504626141430&amp;map=G" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-f6.slide.com/z4/1152921504626141430/bb_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/1780893652407236861-597023811170506909?l=dianahatfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianahatfield.blogspot.com/feeds/597023811170506909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780893652407236861&amp;postID=597023811170506909' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780893652407236861/posts/default/597023811170506909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780893652407236861/posts/default/597023811170506909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianahatfield.blogspot.com/2008/10/bargain-hunter.html' title='Bargain Hunter'/><author><name>Diana LEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14418897643912135928</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/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/S0NkmZQDGtI/AAAAAAAAAf8/5iU2_BY-_I4/S220/diana+new+hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780893652407236861.post-5197573082835336918</id><published>2008-10-08T13:58:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T14:12:36.397-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hainanese Chicken Rice</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Last Sat, Paul invited one of his Best Friend, CJ &amp;amp; his GF - Lisa to our place for a BBQ. Lisa told me more than once that she's very adventurous with food. She frequent Vietnamnese restaurant with CJ and they enjoy spicy Thai food too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like "Splendid ! New couple whom we can ask to try Asian food with us (beside the usual Chinese food)." Personally I enjoy trying all sort of cuisine (except Mexican). Like Paul said, "Diana never turn down food." I told Lisa that I've brought back an idiotic proof pack of Hainanese Chicken Rice mix from Singapore and she definately have to try it since it's one of the most famous cuisine in Singapore. It's like the saying "You've never been to Singapore unless you have tried the Hainanese Chicken Rice."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been putting it at the back of my head about making it. Another concern of mine is, the tester need to be adventurous with food cause that package is enough to serve 8 and I am not going to have Chicken Rice for the rest of the week if the testers don't enjoy it or have one spoonful and think it's enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, now I have willing testers who gave me the thumbs up that they will eat it, I followed the instructions on the box and proceed with cooking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite it's the first time that I made Chicken Rice, THANK GOD that it turn out well. I was so worried that I would mess it up. It's an even sweeter reward when both CJ and Lisa love it. Like they say "Taste like Chicken and Yummy too !"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the pics....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-8a.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=1152921504626109578&amp;amp;site=widget-8a.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:400px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=1152921504626109578&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-8a.slide.com/p1/1152921504626109578/bb_t024_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=1152921504626109578&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-8a.slide.com/p2/1152921504626109578/bb_t024_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;at=un&amp;id=1152921504626109578&amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-8a.slide.com/p4/1152921504626109578/bb_t024_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/1780893652407236861-5197573082835336918?l=dianahatfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianahatfield.blogspot.com/feeds/5197573082835336918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780893652407236861&amp;postID=5197573082835336918' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780893652407236861/posts/default/5197573082835336918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780893652407236861/posts/default/5197573082835336918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianahatfield.blogspot.com/2008/10/hainanese-chicken-rice.html' title='Hainanese Chicken Rice'/><author><name>Diana LEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14418897643912135928</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/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/S0NkmZQDGtI/AAAAAAAAAf8/5iU2_BY-_I4/S220/diana+new+hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780893652407236861.post-4846073252564384230</id><published>2008-10-07T11:11:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T11:23:57.365-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So Handsome, So Cute, SO SO SO Adorable !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Finally, after the long wait, I've received photos of my adorable godson Ethan.&lt;br /&gt;All I could say is, he's so handsome and adorable AND I wish I was there to carry him and welcome him to this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I hope he know there are a lot of people who love and adore him even from the other side of the Globe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Me and Paul went to the store on Sunday and shop for Ethan. Gosh, I am amazed by the wide range of selections there and how every single one of them look so cute and all of them seem to have a tag on it that says "pick me".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I think we accomplished our mission by getting him clothings from head to toes. I was so dead set on getting him a musical toy but Paul was like "No, he's a boy and he don't need toys, he need more blue colours and sports theme clothings". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that Paul is neutral towards the Gay community but he have this insane believe that boys don't need soft toys or musical toys cause it will "cause" the child to be Gay ??!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Oh well, next time when I am not with Paul, I'll sneak in some musical toy for Ethan.... Believe me, it's not a "gay-ish" toy, I find it rather entertaining cause it produces nursery songs such as "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star" and "Rock-a-by-baby" etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Check out pics of my handsome Godson, with his Mama and other Godma - Cecilia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 400px" name="flashticker" align="middle" src="http://widget-48.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=1152921504626102600&amp;amp;site=widget-48.slide.com"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="WIDTH: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=1152921504626102600&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-48.slide.com/p1/1152921504626102600/bb_t021_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=1152921504626102600&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-48.slide.com/p2/1152921504626102600/bb_t021_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=1152921504626102600&amp;amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-48.slide.com/p4/1152921504626102600/bb_t021_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1780893652407236861-4846073252564384230?l=dianahatfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianahatfield.blogspot.com/feeds/4846073252564384230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780893652407236861&amp;postID=4846073252564384230' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780893652407236861/posts/default/4846073252564384230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780893652407236861/posts/default/4846073252564384230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianahatfield.blogspot.com/2008/10/so-handsome-so-cute-so-so-so-adorable.html' title='So Handsome, So Cute, SO SO SO Adorable !'/><author><name>Diana LEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14418897643912135928</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/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/S0NkmZQDGtI/AAAAAAAAAf8/5iU2_BY-_I4/S220/diana+new+hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780893652407236861.post-564162243329474868</id><published>2008-10-03T11:44:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T13:06:49.325-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a Godmom NOW !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;It's official, I'm promoted to be a Godmom !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;On 3rd Oct 08 (Fri) at 11.40am, my heroine BFF, Tricia pushed my Godson - Ethan Loke into this happy world, weighing at 2.99kg (6.5lbs). Little did he know, this healthy boy is already surrounded by many who is waiting for his arrival and waiting to shower him with heaps of love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;I can't wait to meet my Godson. Already his Mommy told me he's a cute lad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Despite the fact that I'm on the other side of the globe, I've spoken to the warrior Mom and she shared with me about her delivery process. I know it's rather cruel of me to be laughing away when she describe the pain along with the "torment" and I did apologise to her for my laughters but the words that she used are just way too funny for me to control and hold my giggles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Now the next time when I walk pass Baby infant clothings and items, I know I have someone to buy them for - My Godson !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;CONGRATULATIONS to the NEW Parents - Tricia &amp;amp; Winson !!!! Wooohooooooo.....&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/1780893652407236861-564162243329474868?l=dianahatfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianahatfield.blogspot.com/feeds/564162243329474868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780893652407236861&amp;postID=564162243329474868' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780893652407236861/posts/default/564162243329474868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780893652407236861/posts/default/564162243329474868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianahatfield.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-godmom-now.html' title='I&apos;m a Godmom NOW !'/><author><name>Diana LEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14418897643912135928</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/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/S0NkmZQDGtI/AAAAAAAAAf8/5iU2_BY-_I4/S220/diana+new+hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780893652407236861.post-3837302216729207060</id><published>2008-10-02T21:52:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T22:04:12.663-04:00</updated><title type='text'>He's coming !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;It is 10pm on a typical Thursday night and 3 hours ago at 7pm (which is 7am Singapore time), my BFF, Tricia rang me and told me she's having her breakfast and after that she'll head off to the labour ward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like "WHAT ! Are you having the contractions ? Is it painful ? Why don't you go to the hospital NOW ? Are you alone ? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She gave me the mother of all answer, "If I go now, I would be starved to death, so I want to eat now and after breakfast, I'll go. Moreover, I've been awake since 4am doing housework and I am fine."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am shocked, that OCD woman is doing housework while going through contractions. How OCD can one be ???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless, it's 10pm here and my BFF is in the labour ward pushing my Godson out into this happy world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While she is pushing, I pray that her labour pain will be swift and pain free !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, I wish I am on the next flight out back to Singapore to meet my Godson and my heroine BFF .... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Good Luck, Sister ! Remember that I am rooting for you !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/SOV9MMOG6wI/AAAAAAAAATA/ZDkX-XZgqDc/s1600-h/IMG_0082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252742188789852930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/SOV9MMOG6wI/AAAAAAAAATA/ZDkX-XZgqDc/s320/IMG_0082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/1780893652407236861-3837302216729207060?l=dianahatfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianahatfield.blogspot.com/feeds/3837302216729207060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780893652407236861&amp;postID=3837302216729207060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780893652407236861/posts/default/3837302216729207060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780893652407236861/posts/default/3837302216729207060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianahatfield.blogspot.com/2008/10/hes-coming.html' title='He&apos;s coming !'/><author><name>Diana LEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14418897643912135928</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/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/S0NkmZQDGtI/AAAAAAAAAf8/5iU2_BY-_I4/S220/diana+new+hat.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/SOV9MMOG6wI/AAAAAAAAATA/ZDkX-XZgqDc/s72-c/IMG_0082.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780893652407236861.post-7798301822917298642</id><published>2008-09-30T13:41:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T13:54:50.829-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Cambodian Silk Lanterns</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Since my previous return to Singapore in March, I've came across these fab silk lanterns from Cambodia and I've been fixated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Despite my return back to the US, I still can't get it out of my head. I've brought up my vision to both Paul and Sommer and let's say, they are not as excited as I wanted them to be. Initially I thought perhaps it's just a phase that I will snap out of but it stuck to me like a leech and I simply can't shake it off. Every single day the vision of owning the lanterns stuck to me firmer than before. Not forgetting how nice and romantic it will be at night when we will switch off all the lights in the house and just light up our lanterns and admire it with Mooch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;During our last trip back to Singapore, I officially introduce to Paul and my FIL to my lanterns and to my surprise, both of them have kind comments about them. Paul even saw my vision and was the ultimate mastermind in hagging the price and slaughtering the seller. Yes, this white butt shark managed to bring down the price of the 3 lanterns from $210 to $160 and I must say I am proud of him. At least I am not doing the dirty job !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we finally fullfill my vision and have our lanterns all hang and light up. And when we take a walk around the neighbourhood, I get so excited when I still catch a glimps of our house with our lanterns lighted up all glowing and nice. Tonight, I will admire it with Mooch !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Check out the stunning pics...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-fd.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=1152921504626059517&amp;amp;site=widget-fd.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:400px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=1152921504626059517&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-fd.slide.com/p1/1152921504626059517/bb_t014_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=1152921504626059517&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-fd.slide.com/p2/1152921504626059517/bb_t014_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;at=un&amp;id=1152921504626059517&amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-fd.slide.com/p4/1152921504626059517/bb_t014_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/1780893652407236861-7798301822917298642?l=dianahatfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianahatfield.blogspot.com/feeds/7798301822917298642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780893652407236861&amp;postID=7798301822917298642' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780893652407236861/posts/default/7798301822917298642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780893652407236861/posts/default/7798301822917298642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianahatfield.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-cambodian-silk-lanterns.html' title='My Cambodian Silk Lanterns'/><author><name>Diana LEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14418897643912135928</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/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/S0NkmZQDGtI/AAAAAAAAAf8/5iU2_BY-_I4/S220/diana+new+hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780893652407236861.post-2302730770829678160</id><published>2008-09-29T15:31:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T15:54:24.709-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My FIL - The Superman</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Both me and Paul were estatic when my FIL decided to come to Singapore and attend our wedding. I was so happy that I finally have the opportunity to show him Singapore, the country I grew up in, my friends, my family and most importantly, to show him what a modern country Singapore is and that we are no country bumpkin and we don't live in some slumps either(hahahha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the limited time he was in Singapore, I packed and vacum everything into 3 short days. The girls are very sweet to plan a BBQ for him to welcome him and the food list was filled with our favourite BBQ food like Sting Ray, Squid and even Cat Fish (definately not my personal favourite) ! Honestly, I think my FIL is a trooper considering the fact that he had his first taste of Chinese Food in his entire life 1 month ago before going to Singapore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within the 3 days, we covered :- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;1) The Flyer - This enormous Ferris Wheel which display most of Singapore's skyline and sights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;2) Chinatown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;3) The Malls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;4) The local housings apartments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;5) Our subway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;6) A ride on the town in the Double Decker Bus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;7) Boat ride in Singapore River&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;8) A taste of the local food - Satay at "Lau Pa Sat" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;9) The Relic Temple &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;10) Our&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Wedding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey girls, my FIL think all of you rock. I've told him that you girls have a private discussion about how "hot" he looks. I believe Pregnant Hen's text message from Australia to me was "Wow, your FIL looks like Superman ! So hot !" Yup, they were having a private discussing raving about my FIL and thank god that they didn't invite me cause it would feel so weird discussing how hot my FIL looked ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you girls discover how funny my FIL can he's always fun to be around, especially when he's teasing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless, these are the pics of my FIL, Paul and everyone else during my FIL's visit in Singapore. It was great fun and gosh, I am missing everyone at home already !&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 400px" name="flashticker" align="middle" src="http://widget-ee.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=1152921504626052078&amp;amp;site=widget-ee.slide.com" wmode="transparent" salign="l" scale="noscale" quality="high"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;div style="WIDTH: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=1152921504626052078&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-ee.slide.com/p1/1152921504626052078/bb_t062_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=1152921504626052078&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-ee.slide.com/p2/1152921504626052078/bb_t062_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=1152921504626052078&amp;amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-ee.slide.com/p4/1152921504626052078/bb_t062_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1780893652407236861-2302730770829678160?l=dianahatfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianahatfield.blogspot.com/feeds/2302730770829678160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780893652407236861&amp;postID=2302730770829678160' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780893652407236861/posts/default/2302730770829678160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780893652407236861/posts/default/2302730770829678160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianahatfield.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-fil-superman.html' title='My FIL - The Superman'/><author><name>Diana LEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14418897643912135928</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/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/S0NkmZQDGtI/AAAAAAAAAf8/5iU2_BY-_I4/S220/diana+new+hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780893652407236861.post-3238780309269803584</id><published>2008-09-26T15:59:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T16:15:30.189-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Steps - Photos from Tricia's Camera</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I've sorted out the house and managed to get everything back on the track. But when it comes to the wedding photos and wedding related items, I am still lost. I have this perfect idea in my head that I want to catalog everything from the amazing wedding invitation card (which Sommer designed) to the wedding favours and the lovely wedding cards I've received and photos that my friends took from their camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I am in the US now, it's rather difficult for me to develop the wedding photos and send it to my friends and I thought perhaps I'll ride on the modern technology and email the photos to them instead. However, whenever I think of going through the 600+ photos in the CD which my photographer took, it's a battle that I am trying to fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know there are so many folks who are waiting to take a peep at the pics thus I've taken baby steps and begin with posting photos from Tricia's camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: If any of you want me to post photos from your camera, email me and I'll work on it. =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;PP/S: Stay Tune for my next update. I'll share gossips from the girls on my FIL ! hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-3b.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=1152921504626030651&amp;amp;site=widget-3b.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:400px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=1152921504626030651&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-3b.slide.com/p1/1152921504626030651/bb_t021_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=1152921504626030651&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-3b.slide.com/p2/1152921504626030651/bb_t021_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;at=un&amp;id=1152921504626030651&amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-3b.slide.com/p4/1152921504626030651/bb_t021_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/1780893652407236861-3238780309269803584?l=dianahatfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianahatfield.blogspot.com/feeds/3238780309269803584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780893652407236861&amp;postID=3238780309269803584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780893652407236861/posts/default/3238780309269803584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780893652407236861/posts/default/3238780309269803584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianahatfield.blogspot.com/2008/09/baby-steps-photos-from-tricias-camera.html' title='Baby Steps - Photos from Tricia&apos;s Camera'/><author><name>Diana LEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14418897643912135928</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/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/S0NkmZQDGtI/AAAAAAAAAf8/5iU2_BY-_I4/S220/diana+new+hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780893652407236861.post-3001258556285283059</id><published>2008-09-24T17:13:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T17:26:54.877-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I want my rock hard bed !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;It's Day 2 back home and I'm sleepless in Sanford and it is definately not jet lag. I miss having a good night sleep like the moment my head landed on the pillow, within the count of 10, I'll be happily skipping and hopping around in my Lala land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I am laying on Paul (or our bed), I get frustrated when both my eyes are wide open and I am staring at the ceiling and it's just 2am in the morning. While Paul is snoring happily. The culprit - The bloody damn soft bed. Something which Paul rave about and something till now I am not used to. I've done the comparision and concluded the reason why I can sleep so soundly in Singapore was because of the hard bed and hard bed was what I grew up with. Whereas now, our bed is a heap of mash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was seriously entertaining the idea of walking out of the house and right into the construction site across the street at 3am to "borrow" a plank wood from the empty field and slot it between the matress and the matress protector. Now that would give me my "hard" bed that I so craved for and perhaps bring it's texture close to the bed that I own in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the risk of transpassing into another's property and being thrown into jail for "borrowing" without permission is not exactly what I have in mind after the damn 27 hours of flight from Sing back to US.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no, it's going to be another night again and I am really dreading the damn bed ! Tonight I'll sleep on the new couch, at least that's firmer and harder than our damn bed..... I HATE PAUL'S BED !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Here's another of pic taken in Singapore !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/SNqwJ78wYvI/AAAAAAAAASI/ANSmcDlJlpU/s1600-h/IMG_0128.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249702000411566834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/SNqwJ78wYvI/AAAAAAAAASI/ANSmcDlJlpU/s320/IMG_0128.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1780893652407236861-3001258556285283059?l=dianahatfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianahatfield.blogspot.com/feeds/3001258556285283059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780893652407236861&amp;postID=3001258556285283059' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780893652407236861/posts/default/3001258556285283059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780893652407236861/posts/default/3001258556285283059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianahatfield.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-want-my-rock-hard-bed.html' title='I want my rock hard bed !'/><author><name>Diana LEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14418897643912135928</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/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/S0NkmZQDGtI/AAAAAAAAAf8/5iU2_BY-_I4/S220/diana+new+hat.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/SNqwJ78wYvI/AAAAAAAAASI/ANSmcDlJlpU/s72-c/IMG_0128.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780893652407236861.post-8486804489312802984</id><published>2008-09-23T14:45:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T15:00:10.280-04:00</updated><title type='text'>We're Back in US !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It's been more than 2 weeks since I've updated my blog and that's cause I was in Singapore for our Chinese wedding and I've been swamped with "things-to-do" and "places-to-visit" every single day. I have arranged all my activities and "must-do" back to back just so I can accomplished very thing on my list and I only have 2 weeks to play with. Yes, it have been insane and I am basically drained out at the end of every day. Despite the fact that it's supposed to be a vacation, both me and Paul only managed to sleep about 7 hrs a day (if we are lucky).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it had been a fruitful 2 weeks and I love every single moment of it. Somehow I wish the 2 weeks didn't end that fast. It's over in a flash before I even enjoy it and now I'm back in US.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's loads and loads of things that I want to write about my return in Singapore and our short trip to Malaysia and not forgetting our Chinese Wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know the saying "the mind is willing but the body is weak". This is exactly what I am experiencing right now. I promise I will write more tomorrow but for now, I need to finish up my 2 loads of laundry and perhaps I'll just share with you folks few of the photos which Tricia took during my wedding with her camera. (I am in the traditional Chinese Wedding Costume). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/SNk7qqexrTI/AAAAAAAAARk/GQAqnmt_lSU/s1600-h/13thSept-7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249292444820942130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/SNk7qqexrTI/AAAAAAAAARk/GQAqnmt_lSU/s320/13thSept-7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/SNk7rG_3d2I/AAAAAAAAARs/S8prJqSrBm4/s1600-h/13thSept-8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249292452475926370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/SNk7rG_3d2I/AAAAAAAAARs/S8prJqSrBm4/s320/13thSept-8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/SNk7rfVT9tI/AAAAAAAAAR0/oUZDLyJ4wUg/s1600-h/Me+N+Girls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249292459008325330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/SNk7rfVT9tI/AAAAAAAAAR0/oUZDLyJ4wUg/s320/Me+N+Girls.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/1780893652407236861-8486804489312802984?l=dianahatfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianahatfield.blogspot.com/feeds/8486804489312802984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780893652407236861&amp;postID=8486804489312802984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780893652407236861/posts/default/8486804489312802984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780893652407236861/posts/default/8486804489312802984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianahatfield.blogspot.com/2008/09/were-back-in-us.html' title='We&apos;re Back in US !'/><author><name>Diana LEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14418897643912135928</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/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/S0NkmZQDGtI/AAAAAAAAAf8/5iU2_BY-_I4/S220/diana+new+hat.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/SNk7qqexrTI/AAAAAAAAARk/GQAqnmt_lSU/s72-c/13thSept-7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780893652407236861.post-3884644249205463598</id><published>2008-09-05T12:48:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T13:02:37.577-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's the Final Countdown ! 1 more day !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;We're leaving for Singapore tomorrow and I've got my bags packed. This time it's not going to be "Excess Bagage" for me. My "James Bond" hardcase Samsonite luggage are filled with the girl's bags and other items and it's worth USD2400. Let's pray that it'll not be lost in transition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I have another bag with my stuffs loaded. Thank God the last time I've left some of my crap back in Singapore thus this time I can afford to travel light. I'm still calm except the people around me are driving me bonkers. Paul's "last minute" mentality drives me to my edge and I'm ready to snap any moment now. And my mom had suddendly decided to join him to push me over the cliff sooner than expected. With my returning schedule and arrival time, my mom have called me 3 times to take a cab home myself to my brother's fetching me to taking a cab home by myself. Seriously, as long as I arrive on time with all my luggage, I don't even mind if I have to walk home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight is the finale, we have to dash to the mall to hunt down a red/maroon shirt and tie for Paul to wear during our Tea Ceremony and a white sleeves for my brother. Then it's a mad dash to Sommer's place which I hope we can make it tonight cause I can't wait to view the "montarge" she had done for me. I know for sure her work will leave me speechless ! Then we need to come home and pack Paul's bag. Arrrggghhhhh !!! I've offered my "packing services" to him for days and all he need is to pick out the clothes he want to wear and items he want to bring and I'll have them all stuffed in but NO ! It's as if, if it's not last min packing, it's not a challenge for him *screaming*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie, I've got my crap together, I've got everything organised except sorting out my messy husband. I can't wait to return back to Singapore to the embrace of my girlpals and family and the 3 little toddlers at home. Yes, it's going to be a blast and I know it. Seriously, my main focus is the fun and food we'll be having. As for the wedding, JUST GET IT DONE AND OVER WITH ! It's like a constant nightmare that I can't wake up from ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, if anyone doesn't know the meaning of "Momzilla", come to me, I'll explain it to you, coming from real life experience too ! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I don't update my blog, you folks know that's cause I'm having a jolly good old time in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luv from 2 mins to Bonkers Bride,&lt;br /&gt;Di.&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/1780893652407236861-3884644249205463598?l=dianahatfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianahatfield.blogspot.com/feeds/3884644249205463598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780893652407236861&amp;postID=3884644249205463598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780893652407236861/posts/default/3884644249205463598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780893652407236861/posts/default/3884644249205463598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianahatfield.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-final-countdown-1-more-day.html' title='It&apos;s the Final Countdown ! 1 more day !'/><author><name>Diana LEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14418897643912135928</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/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/S0NkmZQDGtI/AAAAAAAAAf8/5iU2_BY-_I4/S220/diana+new+hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780893652407236861.post-3522862748169833826</id><published>2008-09-03T15:30:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T15:44:53.971-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm leaving on a jet plane ! =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;I don't know where time went but in a flash I'll be jumping into the plane and heading straight back to Singapore in merely just another 3 days time. The 27hours flight is definately not something that I am looking forward to but having a target aka Paul to direct my anxiety is not a bad idea. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're schedule to arrive Singapore on 8th Sept around 1.25am. This time I will be praying very very hard that nothing will mess up our flight schedule. With my luck and traveling history, I've told Paul to bring along a carry on and pack an extra set of clothings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I am so excited that my FIL is coming to Singapore to attend our wedding. For a while, I thought I would introduce Paul as an orphan but guess that's not happening now. I can't wait to show my FIL as much of Singapore as possible and that include the Red-Light District. Cecilia have been asking me why do I always want to bring visitors to Singapore. My classic answer is "That's the place where everything happen. With the Action and the Food and it open late, why miss a single thing ??" This time, I plan to throw my FIL and Paul at those back alley on the Red Light District and have them venture the area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since there will be no gate crashing at my wedding, we're having a BBQ on my wedding eve. This will give the girls an opportunity to slip back into their evil self and hatch their "evil" plan and materialise it on me. Indirectly, I reckon this is going to be my night of retribution. Regardless, I am still ON for whatever challenges that will thrown to me cause whether I want it or not, I can run but I can't hide thus I might as well learn to like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes girls, 3 more days and I'll be back to rock Singapore ! Woohooooo.... can't wait !&lt;/span&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/1780893652407236861-3522862748169833826?l=dianahatfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianahatfield.blogspot.com/feeds/3522862748169833826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780893652407236861&amp;postID=3522862748169833826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780893652407236861/posts/default/3522862748169833826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780893652407236861/posts/default/3522862748169833826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianahatfield.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-leaving-on-jet-plane.html' title='I&apos;m leaving on a jet plane ! =)'/><author><name>Diana LEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14418897643912135928</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/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/S0NkmZQDGtI/AAAAAAAAAf8/5iU2_BY-_I4/S220/diana+new+hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780893652407236861.post-4046197861824387799</id><published>2008-08-27T10:49:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T11:10:57.440-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I am WOW !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;I feel so blessed to always be surrounded by good friends. Some had even made it to my BFF league whom I know will always and forever be in my life and whom I will grow old with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the distance, they are always with me cause we are after all just an email or a phone call away. We may not talk to each other every single day but we always pick up where we left behind (Yes, I'm talking about you Amily)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've received an email from an old friend whom I've known her since I'm 17yrs old. She picked up the broken pieces when I first had my heart broken and I was with her when she was with that idiotic and death deserving ex-bf, whom I spend countless hours cursing at and secretly praying that his "pee pee" will rot for the way he treat my friend. (Yes, Klarie, I was praying secretly).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today she send me this email that both "WOW" me and let me know that, despite the current economy, I have such a generous friend. I know there's no price tag for a friendship but I can't help but just "Wow" by her offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Klarie, I hope you don't mind when I post your email up. I thought it's nice to let others know how generous you are and how lucky I am to have a friend like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is what Klarie wrote to me ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;"Hey u looking for tote.bag. Any luck? I think a branded one will go a long way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about the dress watch? I'm always lost when come to buying gift. Not the shopping type non follow trend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For u, I'm willing to spend sgd 1,000 for any present of your liking! This is to compensate the many birthdays I missed n to be missing. Ha... So sgd1000 is not a lot. I hope you will accept my offer. If the tote bag is less than that, u may use the bal to get matching accessories or other stuff u fancy! Even up to sgd 1500 is fine with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope the weather is better now. Bill me I'll pay to your account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From an old friend. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Yes, I was "wow" when I read the above but it's just too much an offer for a birthday or even birthdays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Klarie, THANK YOU SO SO MUCH for your generous offer but just your offer is the ultimate birthday present from you to me. And your friendship is always PRICELESS !&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: SGD1500 convert to USD1100++&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/1780893652407236861-4046197861824387799?l=dianahatfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianahatfield.blogspot.com/feeds/4046197861824387799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780893652407236861&amp;postID=4046197861824387799' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780893652407236861/posts/default/4046197861824387799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780893652407236861/posts/default/4046197861824387799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianahatfield.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-am-wow.html' title='I am WOW !'/><author><name>Diana LEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14418897643912135928</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/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/S0NkmZQDGtI/AAAAAAAAAf8/5iU2_BY-_I4/S220/diana+new+hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780893652407236861.post-6119972720797736250</id><published>2008-08-21T21:32:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T21:46:26.307-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tropical Storm Fay</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Tropical Storm Fay are still here and she's definately very persistant. She had been here since Monday evening and apparently she brought tons and heaps of rain with her. There have been a lot of report of damage and flood which seems inevitable when it have been raining for the past 3 days straight !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have experienced the power going off and back on within 2 secs. It didn't cause too much damage for us except made me jumpy. Paul had stayed home from work since Tuesday and he's suffering from cabin fever. He's restless and been wanting to venture out to explore despite warnings to stay indoor when necessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He managed to convince me to check out our neighbourhood and we managed to take some photos of the damage caused by Fay. One of our neighbour's house have a tree fallen at the back of their porch. The tree at the side of my garage is lying at 45 degs and the pond at the back of the subdivision is threatening to over floor. Unfortunately, Sommer had also lost power at her house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for Fay's departure, this is frustrating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 375px" name="flashticker" align="middle" src="http://widget-4f.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=1152921504625611599&amp;amp;site=widget-4f.slide.com"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="WIDTH: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=1152921504625611599&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-4f.slide.com/p1/1152921504625611599/bb_t028_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=1152921504625611599&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-4f.slide.com/p2/1152921504625611599/bb_t028_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=1152921504625611599&amp;amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-4f.slide.com/p4/1152921504625611599/bb_t028_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1780893652407236861-6119972720797736250?l=dianahatfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianahatfield.blogspot.com/feeds/6119972720797736250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780893652407236861&amp;postID=6119972720797736250' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780893652407236861/posts/default/6119972720797736250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780893652407236861/posts/default/6119972720797736250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianahatfield.blogspot.com/2008/08/tropical-storm-fay.html' title='Tropical Storm Fay'/><author><name>Diana LEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14418897643912135928</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/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/S0NkmZQDGtI/AAAAAAAAAf8/5iU2_BY-_I4/S220/diana+new+hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780893652407236861.post-3321353369496458396</id><published>2008-08-20T14:21:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T15:25:33.156-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Memory Lane</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Hurrican Fay had touched down and despite the amount of rain and wind it bought, the damages it caused such as lost of power for some counties, the flooding with rain that reached the knee caps, some of the roofs were blown away, the weather stations call it Tropical Storm !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, all I get was the rain that come and goes. It's like another rainy day except when I watched the news and saw the damages that occured did I realise how lucky I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in the mist of scanning all of Paul and my baby pics along with pics from our past. When I looked at Paul's baby book, I realised the amount of effort his mother (aka my MIL) put in on creating and updating his baby book. I discovered how cute Paul was as a toddler and a child. I can't help but teased him with "You were so cute as a toddler and child, what happen along the way ???!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I went through the pictures of me. I have to admit that majority of the pics when I was older was all of me and my friends and every pictures spells "Fun". Then came "Oh, I remember that occassion" and "Oh, that was so much fun" etc, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so glad that I had that much fun and managed to travel to so many places when I was younger ? They definately gave me the memories that I will be looking back when I get older.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... what abt the traveling partners ???!!! Yes, my girlpals was definately in every single one of those. Which is why I reckon made the trip a blast. There is definately isn't a dull moment when I am with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, THANK GOD that I have an intelligent SIL who is helping me to create the "montarge" as that definately help me to save a sum of money.... and most importantly, I trust her work so that definately saved me some headache and agony. So once again, Sommer, THANK YOU SO SO SO SO VERY MUCH ! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out Paul's pic as a toddler and one of my fav pic of him and one of me as a toddler. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/SKxtkKwbw0I/AAAAAAAAARM/4Is4HcB2KHk/s1600-h/2008-08-20-1042-23.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236680934855263042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/SKxtkKwbw0I/AAAAAAAAARM/4Is4HcB2KHk/s320/2008-08-20-1042-23.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/SKxtkkFr1eI/AAAAAAAAARU/4L5KxxVF8QY/s1600-h/2008-08-20-1136-03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236680941655283170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/SKxtkkFr1eI/AAAAAAAAARU/4L5KxxVF8QY/s320/2008-08-20-1136-03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/SKxutUuJyzI/AAAAAAAAARc/lhwWCzNVanI/s1600-h/2008-08-20-1418-28.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236682191660501810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/SKxutUuJyzI/AAAAAAAAARc/lhwWCzNVanI/s320/2008-08-20-1418-28.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/1780893652407236861-3321353369496458396?l=dianahatfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianahatfield.blogspot.com/feeds/3321353369496458396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780893652407236861&amp;postID=3321353369496458396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780893652407236861/posts/default/3321353369496458396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780893652407236861/posts/default/3321353369496458396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianahatfield.blogspot.com/2008/08/memory-lane.html' title='Memory Lane'/><author><name>Diana LEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14418897643912135928</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/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/S0NkmZQDGtI/AAAAAAAAAf8/5iU2_BY-_I4/S220/diana+new+hat.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/SKxtkKwbw0I/AAAAAAAAARM/4Is4HcB2KHk/s72-c/2008-08-20-1042-23.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780893652407236861.post-484549089987469306</id><published>2008-08-13T13:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T13:43:27.063-04:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY, SISTER !!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/SKMdF6MP5UI/AAAAAAAAARE/vahrNlkiTY8/s1600-h/189514609_c26462b9d7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234059179291829570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/SKMdF6MP5UI/AAAAAAAAARE/vahrNlkiTY8/s320/189514609_c26462b9d7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Wooohoooo.....Crossing my fingers worked !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;My idiotic phone is acting up on me again. For some unknown reason despite our 1 yr old phone which is new and hardly used the battery often run dead. I remember during Cecilia's birthday, when I called her, it died on me after 20 mins. Thank God, I was able to wish Cecilia in time and today when it's Tricia's B-day, I was praying, sweating and worried that it's going to be another reoccuring nightmare with the damn phone. Bless the batteries that it worked perfect and there wasn't any hickcups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;It's always so exciting to have a conference call with the girls. I wonder if it's the update on the countless gossips or if it's simply because we just enjoy each other's existance. I've forgotten the girls' wicked sense of humour and how funny they can be and each time, they remind me of their quick and fast wit and come back. Ahhhhh.... I can't wait till my return back to Singapore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;I miss my girls.... I miss the life.... I miss EVERYTHING !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;To my BFF and Mummy of my God-son, Have a Splendid Birthday !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;P/S : Yes, yes, I will update you girls the result on Monday... This is sickening =/&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/1780893652407236861-484549089987469306?l=dianahatfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianahatfield.blogspot.com/feeds/484549089987469306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780893652407236861&amp;postID=484549089987469306' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780893652407236861/posts/default/484549089987469306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780893652407236861/posts/default/484549089987469306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianahatfield.blogspot.com/2008/08/happy-birthday-sister.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY, SISTER !!!!!'/><author><name>Diana LEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14418897643912135928</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/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/S0NkmZQDGtI/AAAAAAAAAf8/5iU2_BY-_I4/S220/diana+new+hat.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/SKMdF6MP5UI/AAAAAAAAARE/vahrNlkiTY8/s72-c/189514609_c26462b9d7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780893652407236861.post-6056038041284310133</id><published>2008-08-12T12:39:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T13:08:07.804-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Tote Bag !</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;My hunt for a tote bag had officially begin !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in a need for a tote bag and that's purely for traveling purpose. I remember my agonising return back to the US when I have to stuff everything into my handbag since I don't want to travel 27hrs with a 10kg backpack. With a backpack, I tend to simply load everything and filled up my bag up since there's so much space and room for it. But much later, I would hate myself for carring the load on my shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow either the stamina or the "perky-ness" was drained from me from my backpack days. I recall this conversation with my BFF, Tricia that I recall the days when I would travel around the world with a backpack on my bag either checking-in or out of the airport in a breeze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow it's time to upgrade and moved on to a tote bag a more "glam" subsitute to my backpack and offers more room than a handbag. Perhaps I'm at the age that it's no longer cute and cool carrying a backpack like those 23yrs old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like Tricia, I think she would soon be upgraded from a backpack to a baby bag. Since I have no baby bag to carry, I'll look for a tote bag as a subsitute hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've tried looking but as usual, failed ! I wonder if Paul have been secretly chanting that I failed at my hunting mission ? But I know it's useless to have your husband to give you opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make things worst, I know what I want and looking for... something like this =)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/SKHDPiU51wI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/qpOYjrW0VEE/s1600-h/br586069-02viv01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233678913661163266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/SKHDPiU51wI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/qpOYjrW0VEE/s320/br586069-02viv01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1780893652407236861-6056038041284310133?l=dianahatfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianahatfield.blogspot.com/feeds/6056038041284310133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780893652407236861&amp;postID=6056038041284310133' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780893652407236861/posts/default/6056038041284310133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780893652407236861/posts/default/6056038041284310133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianahatfield.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-tote-bag.html' title='My Tote Bag !'/><author><name>Diana LEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14418897643912135928</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/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/S0NkmZQDGtI/AAAAAAAAAf8/5iU2_BY-_I4/S220/diana+new+hat.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/SKHDPiU51wI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/qpOYjrW0VEE/s72-c/br586069-02viv01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780893652407236861.post-8914403848220943747</id><published>2008-08-11T14:55:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T15:19:38.936-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm DONE !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;After days of battling with the uneven textured wall and fighting with my OCD. I've finally accomplished my mission ( or rather, I'm just too tired for the countless rounds of touch-up). Also, I would be so ready to bloody rip the next person's head off when he/she tells me "Oh, it's so easy to paint".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just spend 3 hours cleaning the entire house and immediately I grabbed my camera and start snapping away before my internal batteries run dead. Seriously having OCD and cleaning up the house is not a good combination. True, even the air smells good in the house but it's just so energy draining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to recap, I've painted 3 walls in my living room, 1 wall in my bedroom, 1 wall in my bathroom and 1 side table. I've used up one and a half gallon of paint in total and have the remaining half gallon of paint left. Which left me wondering, "Where and what should I paint next ???"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next on my "to-do" list is to hunt down a square coffee table, side table, a cool floor lamp and some decorations for our bare living room walls. I've realised that just like shopping for a good pair of shoes. When you're out hunting, you can never find what you want. Whereas when you're not looking, it seems to pops out every where ! Thus I have "officially stop"(cross fingers) looking around. *grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here's my accomplishment, check it out !&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-16.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=1152921504625260822&amp;amp;site=widget-16.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:400px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=1152921504625260822&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-16.slide.com/p1/1152921504625260822/bb_t062_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=1152921504625260822&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-16.slide.com/p2/1152921504625260822/bb_t062_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;at=un&amp;id=1152921504625260822&amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-16.slide.com/p4/1152921504625260822/bb_t062_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/1780893652407236861-8914403848220943747?l=dianahatfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianahatfield.blogspot.com/feeds/8914403848220943747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780893652407236861&amp;postID=8914403848220943747' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780893652407236861/posts/default/8914403848220943747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780893652407236861/posts/default/8914403848220943747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianahatfield.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-done.html' title='I&apos;m DONE !'/><author><name>Diana LEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14418897643912135928</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/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/S0NkmZQDGtI/AAAAAAAAAf8/5iU2_BY-_I4/S220/diana+new+hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780893652407236861.post-5505956741590061984</id><published>2008-08-05T14:44:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T15:10:17.371-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Exhausted</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Awwwww..... My entire body is breaking apart and I think I should stop watching HGTV (Home &amp;amp; Garden Television) for inspiration ( I discovered that majority of the Americans have color walls in their house) and getting myself into trouble !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;For the longest time, I was happy with having white walls all over the entire house. Paul was relief that I am sticking to white despite Sommer have been encouraging me to add some colors into our wall and even my neighbour who have been telling me it's a breeze to paint and it only took her 1 day to paint her living room. She's a LIARRRRR !!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I've been spending the last 2 1/2 days (since Sunday evening) painting partial of the living room and 1 wall in my bathroom (since we have so much extra paint left). And my entire body is breaking apart. It may seems easy just thinking that it's partial of the living room and 1 wall in the bathroom but man, it's back breaking !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;The idiotic thing is, I have OCD (obsessive compulsive disorder) and I want everything to be perfect. I've spent the entire of yesterday painting the living room and bathroom and today touching up the smudged areas. Like a curse, despite using the painting tape to help me with the alignment but since the surface of our walls are uneven it's a giantic challenge to accomplish a straight clean line that seperate the 2 colors and it's driving me BONKERS !!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The annoying part is Paul kept telling me "It's okay, no one will stand infront of the wall and inspect it." But with my OCD kicking in, I have this idea in my head that everyone will come into my house with a magnifying glass rating my work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Yes, my back is breaking, my neck is aching and my right arm appears to be dislocated and the house is in a mess. But I love the color I got on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Thank God it was love at first sight for Paul with the Green walls as well (afterall, his favourite color is Green). Initially I thought he was patronising me since he was very happy with the white walls as he hated painting more than anything else. With my assurance that I'll be the one painting and he merely need to give me his opinion with the colors, he happily drove me to the paint store. Gosh did I hate myself for assuring him that I'll be doing all the painting !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Now that crazy bunny love the color so much, he's trying to brainwash me to paint 1 of the wall in our bedroom the same color as the living room as well....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lying flat out on the floor, I told him I need at least 1 day break and be away from the paint brush, the rollers and all the manual work. I've realised that my brain works better than my body. I'm so relief that I've picked the "right" color, it really goes well with the dark brown couch we got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;As soon as I re-arrange the furniture, I'll definately take a pic and post it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Thus if some of you folks have not been able to talk to me online or receive my emails, that's because I'm busy painting and busy catching my breath !&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/1780893652407236861-5505956741590061984?l=dianahatfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianahatfield.blogspot.com/feeds/5505956741590061984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780893652407236861&amp;postID=5505956741590061984' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780893652407236861/posts/default/5505956741590061984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780893652407236861/posts/default/5505956741590061984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianahatfield.blogspot.com/2008/08/super-exhausted.html' title='Super Exhausted'/><author><name>Diana LEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14418897643912135928</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/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/S0NkmZQDGtI/AAAAAAAAAf8/5iU2_BY-_I4/S220/diana+new+hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780893652407236861.post-409925582960565846</id><published>2008-07-29T00:38:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T13:27:05.114-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Kid Rock... U Rock !</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Check This out.... My CURRENT FAVOURITE Song :-) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Somehow when I pay attention to the lyrics, I feel that I was there with him (thought I am not a fan of Kid Rock). I kind of wonder, is that the carefree American summer holiday ???!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uwIGZLjugKA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uwIGZLjugKA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1780893652407236861-409925582960565846?l=dianahatfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianahatfield.blogspot.com/feeds/409925582960565846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780893652407236861&amp;postID=409925582960565846' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780893652407236861/posts/default/409925582960565846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780893652407236861/posts/default/409925582960565846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianahatfield.blogspot.com/2008/07/kid-rock-u-rock.html' title='Kid Rock... U Rock !'/><author><name>Diana LEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14418897643912135928</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/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/S0NkmZQDGtI/AAAAAAAAAf8/5iU2_BY-_I4/S220/diana+new+hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780893652407236861.post-3088730507223650593</id><published>2008-07-28T12:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T12:54:48.584-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Sweet Husband...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;My sweet husband bought me a $300 bracelet from Jared (which is like Lee Wah in Singapore). To me, it's just too much to pay for a bracelet and even more is insane is, I found the exact same on a website and it cost like $180. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Yes, it's also the most expensive present he had bought for anyone in his life. And I really appreciate his gesture and how attentive he is to think of a bracelet cause the one that I've been wearing had snap and broke on me a couple of times.  But $300 for a simple 14K white gold bracelet is just too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So not being the sucker that I am, I made Paul bring the bracelet back to return it and with the money, I am going to buy myself A DRESS WATCH that I need since my loyal and faithful watch died on me after 16yrs of service ! Yah, I've been wearing my watch for the past 16 yrs since I am 15 and it was never out of my sight. Infact, I think it's the best investment I've made ever for a 15yr old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus I'm on the hunt now for a good dress watch and hopefully, the coming new one will last me for another 15 yrs.....&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/1780893652407236861-3088730507223650593?l=dianahatfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianahatfield.blogspot.com/feeds/3088730507223650593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780893652407236861&amp;postID=3088730507223650593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780893652407236861/posts/default/3088730507223650593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780893652407236861/posts/default/3088730507223650593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianahatfield.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-sweet-husband.html' title='My Sweet Husband...'/><author><name>Diana LEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14418897643912135928</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/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/S0NkmZQDGtI/AAAAAAAAAf8/5iU2_BY-_I4/S220/diana+new+hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780893652407236861.post-2738689600540077492</id><published>2008-07-28T12:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T12:20:03.986-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Presents from Sommie .... =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I had a cosy B-day dinner at a shack place near the marina and it was good. I always love a relaxing dinner where everyone can chill and relax. The best part of the night, the wonderful presents that Sommer and Pete bought me.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She got me a super cool Table Runner which I have been "targeting" but it's just too expensive but my sweet SIL bought it for me. Then she got me a shower set from Body Shop. I mean with me, U can go no wrong when it's from Body Shop and even more sweet, it's in Pink Grapefruit scent which is something I totally adore and she did get me the most fancy home fragrance that I've ever seen. Gosh, even the green silky cover for the plate of the home fragrance is so cool. Yes, she does have the best taste ever and she "gets" me too !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the pics on the wonderful goodies she got me....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 400px" name="flashticker" align="middle" src="http://widget-1e.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=1152921504625105694&amp;amp;site=widget-1e.slide.com"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;div style="WIDTH: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=1152921504625105694&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-1e.slide.com/p1/1152921504625105694/bb_t013_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=1152921504625105694&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-1e.slide.com/p2/1152921504625105694/bb_t013_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=1152921504625105694&amp;amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-1e.slide.com/p4/1152921504625105694/bb_t013_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1780893652407236861-2738689600540077492?l=dianahatfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianahatfield.blogspot.com/feeds/2738689600540077492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780893652407236861&amp;postID=2738689600540077492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780893652407236861/posts/default/2738689600540077492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780893652407236861/posts/default/2738689600540077492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianahatfield.blogspot.com/2008/07/presents-from-sommie.html' title='Presents from Sommie .... =)'/><author><name>Diana LEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14418897643912135928</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/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/S0NkmZQDGtI/AAAAAAAAAf8/5iU2_BY-_I4/S220/diana+new+hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780893652407236861.post-7488566014185450909</id><published>2008-07-25T13:33:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T13:43:28.030-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gift from my BFF =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;It's Official, I've turned 32 but hopefully not turned into an old hag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was greeted by the postman at 10.30am with a package for me ! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the fact that my hair was all over the place, I am in my PJ and I have the phone that was stucked to my right ear (was talking to my mom at that time). But I was excited !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The very instant when I close the door and hang up the phone with my mom. I proceed to unwrap my gift. Yes, it's always very very exciting and special each time I receive something from Singapore especially when it's from my BFFs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, Tricia, got me the nicest and very useful gift. A mini wallet + coin pouch + key chain. (Sister, confirm not 3 leg u hor *grin*). Definately something I would use when I'm in US since I don't carry a hangbag around when I am here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;THANK U again, my BFF =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out my gift from my BFF ....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 400px" name="flashticker" align="middle" src="http://widget-a1.slide.com/widgets/themepic.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=2522015791332418721&amp;amp;site=widget-a1.slide.com" wmode="transparent" salign="l" scale="noscale" quality="high"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;div style="WIDTH: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2522015791332418721&amp;amp;map=A" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-a1.slide.com/z1/2522015791332418721/bb_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2522015791332418721&amp;amp;map=B" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-a1.slide.com/z2/2522015791332418721/bb_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide4.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2522015791332418721&amp;amp;map=R" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-a1.slide.com/z3/2522015791332418721/bb_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide16.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2522015791332418721&amp;amp;map=G" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-a1.slide.com/z4/2522015791332418721/bb_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1780893652407236861-7488566014185450909?l=dianahatfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianahatfield.blogspot.com/feeds/7488566014185450909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780893652407236861&amp;postID=7488566014185450909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780893652407236861/posts/default/7488566014185450909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780893652407236861/posts/default/7488566014185450909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianahatfield.blogspot.com/2008/07/gift-from-my-bff.html' title='Gift from my BFF =)'/><author><name>Diana LEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14418897643912135928</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/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/S0NkmZQDGtI/AAAAAAAAAf8/5iU2_BY-_I4/S220/diana+new+hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780893652407236861.post-7179628995118769050</id><published>2008-07-25T00:24:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T00:49:23.952-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Tradition !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;MY GIRLS ROCK !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 11.45pm on 24th(US time and date) but in Singapore it's 25th and 11.45am. Cecilia rang my house phone and registered herself as the first to call this year... while we're counting down to the next 15 mins, here come Tricia's number on the Call Waiting function flashing. Unfortunately I only have the Call Waiting function but not the Conference Call function. Thus the Master plan would be for Tricia to call Cecilia on her cellphone and then Cecilia would call me and from there we would have our conference call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I clicked to answer Tricia and the first thing she said was, "I've called u five times and I thought I got the wrong number." Thus I told Tricia the master plan. By this time, my line had already cut off Cecilia. Yah, it's very dramatic hahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My very "powderful" sister - Tricia said "Yes, U propose but I reject. I will hang up after 12.01am and then Cecilia can talk to u." I can't help but laugh out loud at her reply. Again I am imagining Cecilia's reaction when she heard the so very powerful statement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, we did managed to have a 3 way conference call and it's a blast. I so damn bloody miss the dinners we had together and our conversations which covers everything under the sun. I know it may not be as interesting and R rated as "Sex in the City" but it sure stir up loads and heaps of laughters among ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANKS GIRLS, for upholding the tradition of calling the Birthday Girl by 12midnight and battle to be the first to wish the Birthday Girl. Your gesture definately warm my heart and someone who is away from her friends, family and everything else in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite my husband who is a few steps away from me and could easily be the first to wish me. But somehow I am glad that he didn't. Cause coming from my girls and coming from him is so different. If he's the first to wish me, he would have broken the tradition and it would never ever be the same again.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, it's my 2nd year of missing my Birthday Celebration with my girls and it sucks. The only bright side of it is 1) We'll have a belated celebration when I return back to Sing in Sept, 2) We had a pre-celebration before I left Sing and 3) I would be celebrating it with my other sister, Sommer and of course Paul and definately Pete tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, U GIRLS ROCK &amp;amp; BOTH OF U - Tricia and Cecilia ARE DEFINATELY MY SHINING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; ROCK STAR !!!! =)&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/SIlbGwEOy_I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/onUcE3ITTcs/s1600-h/us+at+airport.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226809014080162802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/SIlbGwEOy_I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/onUcE3ITTcs/s320/us+at+airport.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1780893652407236861-7179628995118769050?l=dianahatfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianahatfield.blogspot.com/feeds/7179628995118769050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780893652407236861&amp;postID=7179628995118769050' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780893652407236861/posts/default/7179628995118769050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780893652407236861/posts/default/7179628995118769050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianahatfield.blogspot.com/2008/07/family-tradition.html' title='Family Tradition !'/><author><name>Diana LEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14418897643912135928</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/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/S0NkmZQDGtI/AAAAAAAAAf8/5iU2_BY-_I4/S220/diana+new+hat.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/SIlbGwEOy_I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/onUcE3ITTcs/s72-c/us+at+airport.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780893652407236861.post-4258063018273058377</id><published>2008-07-24T13:01:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T13:21:30.183-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So SWEETTTTTT !!! :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;It's the final countdown to bid farewell to the number 31 and hello to 32 !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;As sickening as it is, being 31 come and would be leaving in a flash. I have to confess that the moment I blew my 25th birthday candles, I've been in denial mode since and totally lost track and count of how old I really am or rather how "young" I am. Somehow I still feel that I am 28 yrs old, as what "others" with a kind soul would always tell me that's how old I look. Yah, any additional years that I can shave off me, I am not going to question or challenge. Though the odd white hairs on my head is a slient protest for me to face reality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Regardless, I can't stop the globe spinning and can't stop the time from racing ... reckon I have to embrace whatever that's in my way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I know some of you would hate my guts and probably be cursing me after reading this but hey, don't blame the girl, blame her fortune and blessings ???!!! Hahahahah As the chinese saying goes, "Those with a kind heart would be rewarded". I never believed in this statement until now and I know some would even question if I ever have a kind heart but oh well hahhhaah Yes, I am blessed with a MIL who actually loves me and remember my B-day. Sweet huh ! I know some of my friends would be bitching and hate my guts for gloating about me having a loving + sweet + thoughtful + fantastic MIL but I just can't help it, it feels good to rub it at other's face hahahahah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Okay, before I get too carried away with the gloating, I have to remind myself to be humble and share this BEAUTIFULLLLLLLLL Flowers and Cute Balloon that my MIL got me for my B-day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOOOOO SWEETTTT !!! Even my own husband have never given me flowers but my MIL did ! *grin* Wooohooooooo..... THANKS Mom, U make me turning into 32 much more effortless and so much more pleasurable ! And U make my day SHINE and U ARE THE STAR !!! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 400px" name="flashticker" align="middle" src="http://widget-83.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=1152921504625050499&amp;amp;site=widget-83.slide.com"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;div style="WIDTH: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=1152921504625050499&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-83.slide.com/p1/1152921504625050499/bb_t021_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=1152921504625050499&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-83.slide.com/p2/1152921504625050499/bb_t021_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=1152921504625050499&amp;amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-83.slide.com/p4/1152921504625050499/bb_t021_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1780893652407236861-4258063018273058377?l=dianahatfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianahatfield.blogspot.com/feeds/4258063018273058377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780893652407236861&amp;postID=4258063018273058377' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780893652407236861/posts/default/4258063018273058377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780893652407236861/posts/default/4258063018273058377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianahatfield.blogspot.com/2008/07/so-sweetttttt.html' title='So SWEETTTTTT !!! :)'/><author><name>Diana LEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14418897643912135928</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/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/S0NkmZQDGtI/AAAAAAAAAf8/5iU2_BY-_I4/S220/diana+new+hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780893652407236861.post-6540399022250411745</id><published>2008-07-23T13:13:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T13:30:33.343-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mooch's Bath</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Hi Folks, Apologies for not updating my blog... I have to admit and confess that I've been lazy and it suddenly seems to take so much of me to update my blog. Or perhaps there's nothing interesting that happen ???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless, I thought it's interesting when Paul gave Mooch a bath. Paul have told me a couple of times that he gave Mooch a bath and how Mooch would scratch Paul but this time when Paul gave Mooch a bath, he seems very calm. I even managed to take pictures of both of them in action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the pics...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 400px" name="flashticker" align="middle" src="http://widget-e6.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=1152921504625035494&amp;amp;site=widget-e6.slide.com"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;div style="WIDTH: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=1152921504625035494&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-e6.slide.com/p1/1152921504625035494/bb_t062_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=1152921504625035494&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-e6.slide.com/p2/1152921504625035494/bb_t062_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=1152921504625035494&amp;amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-e6.slide.com/p4/1152921504625035494/bb_t062_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/1780893652407236861-6540399022250411745?l=dianahatfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianahatfield.blogspot.com/feeds/6540399022250411745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780893652407236861&amp;postID=6540399022250411745' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780893652407236861/posts/default/6540399022250411745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780893652407236861/posts/default/6540399022250411745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianahatfield.blogspot.com/2008/07/moochs-bath.html' title='Mooch&apos;s Bath'/><author><name>Diana LEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14418897643912135928</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/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/S0NkmZQDGtI/AAAAAAAAAf8/5iU2_BY-_I4/S220/diana+new+hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780893652407236861.post-7788835245237797113</id><published>2008-07-08T11:52:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T12:07:28.604-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls' Sleep Over</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Hi Folks,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As promised, I've received evidence of our Girls' Night out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;We had our filled after screaming our lungs out during Karaoke and then procced for our sleep over at Kayden's place. Seriously, it was a night filled with so much laughters I think some of us even suffer from "laughters cramp" on our belly. We did however summon every single and last bit of our energy to stay away right until 4am that is before we wake up at 7am and leave for work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But every single minute was filled with so much fun, it's worth having dark eye rings over it *grin*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Note-to-self : Karaoke is a super dooper good way to release stress !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Check out the pics .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 400px" name="flashticker" align="middle" src="http://widget-50.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=2449958197291606096&amp;amp;site=widget-50.slide.com"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;div style="WIDTH: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2449958197291606096&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-50.slide.com/p1/2449958197291606096/bb_t054_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2449958197291606096&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-50.slide.com/p2/2449958197291606096/bb_t054_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2449958197291606096&amp;amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-50.slide.com/p4/2449958197291606096/bb_t054_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1780893652407236861-7788835245237797113?l=dianahatfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianahatfield.blogspot.com/feeds/7788835245237797113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780893652407236861&amp;postID=7788835245237797113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780893652407236861/posts/default/7788835245237797113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780893652407236861/posts/default/7788835245237797113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianahatfield.blogspot.com/2008/07/girls-sleep-over.html' title='Girls&apos; Sleep Over'/><author><name>Diana LEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14418897643912135928</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/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/S0NkmZQDGtI/AAAAAAAAAf8/5iU2_BY-_I4/S220/diana+new+hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780893652407236861.post-6104530185700531374</id><published>2008-07-07T13:43:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T14:37:14.666-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I am "Bek Kar Tuay"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;I know with my public announcement, Tricia would be estastic and Cecilia's laughters would forever haunt me as I helplessly admit and declare that "I am "Bek Kar Tuay" aka Jinxed".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what happen, way before my departure, I was telling the girls that I have a hunch that I wil lost my luggage this time. It's like I had gone through the entire unlucky list that a traveller would experience except for the luggage lost portion and the plane crash section. But I don't think plane crash would come anytime too soon (hopefully not).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Here's a recap of what I had experienced : -&lt;br /&gt;1) Flight turn back to original place despite I am 3/4 to my destination.&lt;br /&gt;2) Flight's engine experience problem, thus flight was delayed and had to spend 3 hours waiting inside the plane while the engineers rectify the problem.&lt;br /&gt;3) Transit for 6 hours in Holland.&lt;br /&gt;4) Lay over in Narita, Japan and had to stay the night alone in the hotel and have my meals all ALONE (which to the girls are sad and depressing). Then I have to explore and make my way from the airport to the hotel and hotel to the airport.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Now to add on to the list :-&lt;br /&gt;1) LUGGAGE DELAYED&lt;br /&gt;and 2) Having my gastric attack during my 27hrs flight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had been trying to call the Airline the entire morning and it's either on 1) Voice Message or 2) via Website - No update. And this is driving me bonkers cause all my gifts are in this delayed luggage !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By chance of luck, I finally get through to one of the Customer Service Officer from the Airline at 2pm and she told me that my luggage had arrived from Indianapolis to Orlando at 10.30 this morning. But she can't advise me by what time they would have the luggage delivered to me. All I can do is keep my fingers and toes crossed and call her back by 4pm. Did I mention that getting through to her is as good as calling the White House ? - DIFFICULT &amp;amp; IMPOSSIBLE !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The insane news is I've checked in 2 luggages but only 1 is delayed. And that one contains all my gifts to Paul, Sommer and everyone else ! I firmly believe someone is playing a prank on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was telling Paul when we're at the luggage centre lodging our baggage lost report that I don't know if I am physic since I am able to predict this even way before my departure or if I am just an unlucky traveller - PERIOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Oh, I think Mooch remembers me. I came home and the first thing he does is meow at me and then he come and rub himself against me. Now he is lying right next to me as I am updating my blog....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jetlag - Am suffering serious case of it right now. Since I touch down last night. I managed to sleep at 11pm, then woke up at 3am and chat with Tricia, then went back to bed at 5am and then woke up at 8am and I am so freaking exhausted. But I am summoning up my last bit of energy just to stay away till I knock out tonight and follow the normal hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI, My gastric is feeling better now. It really sucks to travel on super dooper long hours of flight when U're sick. I was throwing up during the entire 27hrs of flight and wasn't eating much or anything at all. It was so bad that I wanted to jump out of the plane to save myself the agony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEN IS MY LUGGAGE ARRIVINGGGGGGG ?????!!!!!&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/1780893652407236861-6104530185700531374?l=dianahatfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianahatfield.blogspot.com/feeds/6104530185700531374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780893652407236861&amp;postID=6104530185700531374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780893652407236861/posts/default/6104530185700531374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780893652407236861/posts/default/6104530185700531374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianahatfield.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-am-bek-kar-tuay.html' title='I am &quot;Bek Kar Tuay&quot;'/><author><name>Diana LEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14418897643912135928</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/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/S0NkmZQDGtI/AAAAAAAAAf8/5iU2_BY-_I4/S220/diana+new+hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780893652407236861.post-3585524728545707289</id><published>2008-07-03T02:07:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T02:37:43.399-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Update ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;It's been more than a week since I last update my blog and within this period, so much had happened. Infact I feel that my life is Singapore is like a sports car on the racing track. There isn't a moment when I'm free, bored and cracking my head with questions like "What should and can I do to make time pass by faster ?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Singapore, it's a constant race against time. With so much to do and so little time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A recap of what happen since I last update my blog :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;1) I had a karaoke session with my Best Pals which I happily scream/sing my lungs out. I've discovered that it's a super sonic good way to relief stress and to act goofy at the same time. And have pals who act goofy with me too !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;2) I had a sleep over with all my Best Pals and it was filled with non stop laughing, giggling and fighting sleep just so we can spend more time together "awake". Imagine I had to struggle to keep my eyes wide open till 3.30am despite the fact that I have to crawl back to work by 7am. But every moment spent with the girls are so worth it. We had created the joke of the year, aka "keylanpie" and "lpz". I reckon these would be our secret code even for years to come. I pity the maid that was sleeping next door to us cause she had to deal with our loud laughters even in wee hours of the night. And I can't help but wonder, the last sleep over before this was like 5 yrs ago. Would the next sleep over be 5 yrs later ???!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;3) I finally bid farewell to my 10 hours a day job 4 days ago and I can really feel the giantic brick off my shoulders. I was even telling Paul, I've never had a good night sleep until that particular day that I walk out of the Office. Even my work buddy now call me "Free Bird". But my unfortunate my buddy is still complaining to me about the crap that she is loaded with since my departure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;4) I've managed to celebrate my Grandma's 76th Birthday last Sat but on that day, she slipped and fall and hurt her hips. We admitted her to the hospital the next day as she was complaining intense pain on her hips and right knee. We speculate and thought that perhaps she could fracture her hips since it's becoming a common injury among old folks. After 4 days of stay in the Hospital, the Doctors discharge her today (3th July) and informed us there wasn't any major injury to both her hips and knees and she's fit to return home to rest. That's definately one load and worry off my list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;5) I've been trying to find a wedding shop that can cater and offer me all the services that I require since I'm leaving in a couple of days and the next time when I return, I have to have all these sorted. Thank God, I've found that shop but I sure need to haggle the price and utilise my negotating skills. I am meeting the Shop Owner on Friday and I would be estastic if she would just give me a 10% discount.... *sigh* May the force be with me..... The preparation of the wedding is like a tumour eating me alive. The good news is, I'm still rather cool and calm about it. But it's those who are around me that are stressing me constantly and indriectly draining my cool composure ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God, I have a wise and professional SIL who can beside help me to solve my problem but also save me a bucket of money ! Yes, Sommer, without your undying support, advise and help, I would have pull my hairs off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;6) I'm leaving on the jet plane this Sunday and somehow I am feeling the pain and drag of leaving. I am going to kiss my nieces and nephew goodbye whom have become a great part of my joy, laughters and entertainment during the entire time that I'm back. I have to abandon my girlpals who have been my constant shopping and eating buddies whom have been with me the entire time that I was here. Seriously, I never know how much fun I have missed until I am in US and back in Sing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;7) I am going to leave behind my mom whom I feel that is very attached to me now. It's also the sense of independence that I've obtain and realised this time. It's so much easier to just take my handbag and hop onto a train to meet a friend and do whatever I want. Back in the US, having a companion to do stuffs is soooo difficult and it is super boring without my all friends who are an important part of my life *sigh*. I better stop grumbling and complaining or the departure anxiety would get worst.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll look at the bright side that I have my BFF in US waiting for me, aka Paul and Sommer and my kitty - Mooch *grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the pics of me and the girls during our Karaoke session....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-50.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=2449958197291606096&amp;amp;site=widget-50.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:400px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2449958197291606096&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-50.slide.com/p1/2449958197291606096/bb_t054_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2449958197291606096&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-50.slide.com/p2/2449958197291606096/bb_t054_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;at=un&amp;id=2449958197291606096&amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-50.slide.com/p4/2449958197291606096/bb_t054_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/1780893652407236861-3585524728545707289?l=dianahatfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianahatfield.blogspot.com/feeds/3585524728545707289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780893652407236861&amp;postID=3585524728545707289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780893652407236861/posts/default/3585524728545707289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780893652407236861/posts/default/3585524728545707289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianahatfield.blogspot.com/2008/07/update.html' title='Update ...'/><author><name>Diana LEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14418897643912135928</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/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/S0NkmZQDGtI/AAAAAAAAAf8/5iU2_BY-_I4/S220/diana+new+hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780893652407236861.post-2859288608963114937</id><published>2008-06-24T09:58:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T10:07:29.102-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls' Night Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;As promised, here are some of the pics taken during our Night out last Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just posted some pictures thought I've took like tons.&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, we had heaps of fun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more day before my OFF DAYYYYYY !!!&lt;br /&gt;And one more day before our ultimate Girls' Night Out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I desprately and needly need my fun ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, For those of you who don't know, I'm leaving on a Jet Plane and returning back to the US on 6th July 08 (Sunday). Yes, Paul is still suffering from separation anxiety and hopefully my return will cure that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my Mooch but I know I'll miss everyone here especially the Triplets *sigh*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-5a.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=1152921504624726618&amp;amp;site=widget-5a.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:400px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=1152921504624726618&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-5a.slide.com/p1/1152921504624726618/bb_t054_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=1152921504624726618&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-5a.slide.com/p2/1152921504624726618/bb_t054_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;at=un&amp;id=1152921504624726618&amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-5a.slide.com/p4/1152921504624726618/bb_t054_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/1780893652407236861-2859288608963114937?l=dianahatfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianahatfield.blogspot.com/feeds/2859288608963114937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780893652407236861&amp;postID=2859288608963114937' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780893652407236861/posts/default/2859288608963114937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780893652407236861/posts/default/2859288608963114937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianahatfield.blogspot.com/2008/06/girls-night-out_24.html' title='Girls&apos; Night Out'/><author><name>Diana LEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14418897643912135928</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/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/S0NkmZQDGtI/AAAAAAAAAf8/5iU2_BY-_I4/S220/diana+new+hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780893652407236861.post-1097495821068352745</id><published>2008-06-23T11:26:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T11:48:18.992-04:00</updated><title type='text'>BW</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;It's 11.30pm on a Monday night and I just spend 12 hours at work. Yes, it's a Dog's life at work and there isn't a moment that I am free. Infact I've note down today that I actually only go to the washroom twice a day and I know I'm doing injustice to my kidneys but with the work, my kidneys are very cooperative.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway there's only 4 more days to go before I bid farewell to my Job. It's ironic that I am enjoying my work now cause of my Boss's reconisation and my Staff's support. And my Bosses treat me so freaking good that even my Buddy told me it's very obvious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had my shower 20 mins ago and my hair is still dripping wet after my hair wash and I am having a funny conversation with my 2 pals - Kitty and Hay.&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately it's 11.30pm or not I'm sure my other insane BFF, Tricia would be stiring up this conversation like a hurricane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are discussing - BW which is Bikini Wax !&lt;br /&gt;For a person with negative pain tolerance level like me, even going for steamboat dinner is a risk and something which I will avoid when I can.&lt;br /&gt;Now with the Bikini Wax !!! For Real, I've asked Paul what he think about Bikini Wax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first answer my considerate and sensitive husband gave me was "But it is going to be so painful, why go through the pain." At that moment when he said that, I knifht him as my hero for being so thoughtful. But before I can knight him, he followed with this statement "Why even bother, your Auntie Mary (a nickname that I use and refer to as my menses) usually stay for 2 to 3 weeks. So who's going to enjoy it except for your Auntie Mary!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right there and then, I am glad that there is a distance between us, otherwise I am positive that I will rip his head off with my bare hands....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 15 mins later and we are still talking about BW. I think it's refreshing for us since we never go that personal and also it's something that neither of us had ever tried before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway this Thursday we're going to have another Girls' Night out and a Sleep Over ! WOOOHOOOOO !!! Kayden is going to have a video recorder and record down our night hahahah. Yes, we can be that insane when we are all together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funny thing is, some girls have group names like "Sweetie Pie" or "The Beautifuls" but our gang are called "Animal Farm" hahahha ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie, I'll elaborate more on the nicknames of each one on my next update. For now, I need to finish off the chat and collaps into bed....&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/1780893652407236861-1097495821068352745?l=dianahatfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianahatfield.blogspot.com/feeds/1097495821068352745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780893652407236861&amp;postID=1097495821068352745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780893652407236861/posts/default/1097495821068352745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780893652407236861/posts/default/1097495821068352745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianahatfield.blogspot.com/2008/06/bw.html' title='BW'/><author><name>Diana LEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14418897643912135928</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/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/S0NkmZQDGtI/AAAAAAAAAf8/5iU2_BY-_I4/S220/diana+new+hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780893652407236861.post-9175637987218538822</id><published>2008-06-20T10:23:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T10:32:09.686-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls' Night Out !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;It's been a week since I last update my blog and I wonder where that week went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But last night was the highlight of my week. Me and the Girls went for dinner and a Girls' Night out. We went to this exotic place for dinner and it was splendid. I think the happiest part is not the food nor the drinks or even the atmosphere. It's the Company and how we enjoy each other's company. It's comforting to be able to share, open up and exchange intimate details of our lives, even more so when I look back we know each other for about 20 yrs, such as Me and Cecilia, we know each other since we're 12yrs old, Me and Tricia know each other since we're 16 yrs old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so blessed that I have good girlfriends and to me, it's crutial to have a strong bond with my girlpals. They are afterall witness of my teenage life into adulthood....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, did took some pictures and I promise, once I receive the photos, I'll post it into my blog.....&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/1780893652407236861-9175637987218538822?l=dianahatfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianahatfield.blogspot.com/feeds/9175637987218538822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780893652407236861&amp;postID=9175637987218538822' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780893652407236861/posts/default/9175637987218538822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780893652407236861/posts/default/9175637987218538822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianahatfield.blogspot.com/2008/06/girls-night-out.html' title='Girls&apos; Night Out !'/><author><name>Diana LEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14418897643912135928</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/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/S0NkmZQDGtI/AAAAAAAAAf8/5iU2_BY-_I4/S220/diana+new+hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780893652407236861.post-2898203782463118028</id><published>2008-06-12T06:31:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T06:46:02.228-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rice Dumplings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;I'm fortunate enough to be back in Singapore for the Dumplings festival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time this year, I was in US and I missed out on the festival and most of all, I missed out on the Super Sonic Delicious Rice Dumplings that Cecilia's mother made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a very long and time consuming process. I can't even imagine the entire process cause just cooking (boiling the rice dumplings in a giantic pot) the rice dumplings take 4 hours and every 2 hours, you need to rotate the rice dumplings to make sure they are evenly cooked. There is simply too much work, hardwork, sweat and energy involved just to make 1 rice dumplings. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Cecilia's Mom seems to be the master of all yummy-licious food for all festivals. For Chinese New Year - Her famous Home-made Potato Chips, Love Letters and Pineapple Tarts. I just need to broadcast her mouth watering mango and chill marinated in vinegar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For folks in US, there is a very meaningful history behind the Rice Dumpling Festival. Should you have time, do check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm speaking on behalf of Tricia and myself, the home-made Rice Dumplings of Cecilia's Mom is simply - DELICIOUSSSSSS !!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S : I am so going to freaking miss all the yummy-licious food of Master Yap when I'm back in US *sigh*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 375px" name="flashticker" align="middle" src="http://widget-2a.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=1152921504624532266&amp;amp;site=widget-2a.slide.com" wmode="transparent" salign="l" scale="noscale" quality="high"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;div style="WIDTH: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=1152921504624532266&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-2a.slide.com/p1/1152921504624532266/bb_t054_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=1152921504624532266&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-2a.slide.com/p2/1152921504624532266/bb_t054_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=1152921504624532266&amp;amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-2a.slide.com/p4/1152921504624532266/bb_t054_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1780893652407236861-2898203782463118028?l=dianahatfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianahatfield.blogspot.com/feeds/2898203782463118028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780893652407236861&amp;postID=2898203782463118028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780893652407236861/posts/default/2898203782463118028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780893652407236861/posts/default/2898203782463118028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianahatfield.blogspot.com/2008/06/rice-dumplings.html' title='Rice Dumplings'/><author><name>Diana LEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14418897643912135928</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/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/S0NkmZQDGtI/AAAAAAAAAf8/5iU2_BY-_I4/S220/diana+new+hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780893652407236861.post-420999058205705648</id><published>2008-06-12T00:34:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T00:44:56.107-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mission Successful !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;MISSION SUCCESSFUL !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;The Mission - hunting down Sommer's Birthday present (FYI, her birthday is on 16th June). I remember clearly when I was discussing with Cecilia and Tricia what present to buy for Sommer and we discussed and zoom down until Sarong strike my head. For an avid beach go-er like her, I think sarong would be useful for her....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I dragged a pregnant woman (aka Tricia) and a non-shopping person (Cecilia) hunting and we finally found the perfect piece of sarong for her. I am so relief that her birthday present reached her on time (infact much eariler).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Initially I wanted her to open the present on her Birthday but I can't really ever say NO to her when she convinced me that she will have other presents to open on her birthday and that she want to talk to me at the same time when she's opening her present. I am even more relief that she like her present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO Tricia &amp;amp; Cecilia, Sommer want to THANK both of you for your effort as well.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Wooohoooo, it sure feels good when you buy a present for someone and they like it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;P/S: I specifically color code this post in Lime Green and Brown cause that's the color scheme for Sommer's Sarong....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;PP/S: HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY PRECIOUS AND WISE SISTER&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/1780893652407236861-420999058205705648?l=dianahatfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianahatfield.blogspot.com/feeds/420999058205705648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780893652407236861&amp;postID=420999058205705648' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780893652407236861/posts/default/420999058205705648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780893652407236861/posts/default/420999058205705648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianahatfield.blogspot.com/2008/06/mission-successful.html' title='Mission Successful !'/><author><name>Diana LEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14418897643912135928</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/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/S0NkmZQDGtI/AAAAAAAAAf8/5iU2_BY-_I4/S220/diana+new+hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780893652407236861.post-843887911545694790</id><published>2008-06-11T09:40:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T11:21:13.522-04:00</updated><title type='text'>No More Shoe Jinx !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Woooooohoooooo ....... I've finally stepped down from being called a shoe jinx (FYI, the title was kindly awarded by Tricia).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I left for US, Tricia and my favourite past time was shoe shopping. But after more than a year of hibernation in US, shoes shopping was replaced with grocery shopping. One thing I discovered is, the style of shoes in US are totally different from the style I fancy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the initial weeks when I'm back in Singapore, I am cursed with failure to locate and hunt down the right pair of shoes. It's like my luck went away and the shoe fairy have decided to stay away from me. I always come out from the shoe store with either they don't have my size or the shoe doesn't fit or it doesn't look as good on my feet than it did on the shelf. Thus my Tricia knight me with the name "Shoe Jinx".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I tried my luck again with Cecilia and popped into a shoe store. Instead of diasppointment, I walked out with a pair of shoes that fit perfectly and best of all, even Cecilia said it looks good. A compliment from Cecilia is an endorsement (I'm sure Tricia would agree as well).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Price of Shoes = $40 (after discount)....&lt;br /&gt;Price of Happiness = PRICELESS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 400px" name="flashticker" align="middle" src="http://widget-3e.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=2954361355555190078&amp;amp;site=widget-3e.slide.com"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;div style="WIDTH: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2954361355555190078&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-3e.slide.com/p1/2954361355555190078/bb_t014_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2954361355555190078&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-3e.slide.com/p2/2954361355555190078/bb_t014_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2954361355555190078&amp;amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-3e.slide.com/p4/2954361355555190078/bb_t014_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1780893652407236861-843887911545694790?l=dianahatfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianahatfield.blogspot.com/feeds/843887911545694790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780893652407236861&amp;postID=843887911545694790' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780893652407236861/posts/default/843887911545694790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780893652407236861/posts/default/843887911545694790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianahatfield.blogspot.com/2008/06/no-more-shoe-jinx.html' title='No More Shoe Jinx !'/><author><name>Diana LEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14418897643912135928</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/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/S0NkmZQDGtI/AAAAAAAAAf8/5iU2_BY-_I4/S220/diana+new+hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780893652407236861.post-1199850127305485231</id><published>2008-06-10T22:42:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T22:59:19.862-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Energy Suckers !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Hi Folks, Apologies for not updating my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a hectic 2 weeks consumed with insane work and surrounded by energy sucking customers. Seriously, being at this job lets me see the ugly side of Singaporeans, the ugly side of humans where they only want to take advantage of others and make themselves look like the poor victims. But in reality, all these cheapskates are nothing but ugly, energy suckers *sigh*. I can go on and on rambling about these people but I'll try to control myself thus they don't consume all of me, especially not on my OFF day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Glorious Wednesday again... glorious cause it's my OFF day and fantastic cause I am off work tomorrow as well. Something I really need, a break from work.  No Joke, after spending 5 days in a week at work, I do slip into a murderous mode and many times I don't even require the help of a weapon to do the job. Just my raw bare hands are handy enough and able to finish the job.... Yes, my job is turning me into a physchopath as well hahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I am going to meet my best girl, Cecilia for lunch and then followed with my desperately needed facial. You know how it is that some girls go for retail theraphy or some go for massages to relief stress ? Well, I go for facial to relief stress and it's a very smoothing process for me cause when I leave the beauty salon, I feel happy... unfortunately, like Cecilia always said "Your face will rot when you go for facial too frequently".  Yes, I have been trying to convince my other best girl, Tricia to take medical leave today and meet us for lunch. But her work ethics superceed a fun day with us hahhaha .... But I am relief and happy that my God Son is growing healthly inside Tricia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's dumpling festival and I should have took some photos and load it on to share with you folks. The dumplings which Cecilia's mother spend many many hours in the kitchen slogging after..... I promise, I will take some pics and post it up soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till I next update my blog, have a peaceful day !&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/1780893652407236861-1199850127305485231?l=dianahatfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianahatfield.blogspot.com/feeds/1199850127305485231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780893652407236861&amp;postID=1199850127305485231' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780893652407236861/posts/default/1199850127305485231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780893652407236861/posts/default/1199850127305485231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianahatfield.blogspot.com/2008/06/energy-suckers.html' title='Energy Suckers !'/><author><name>Diana LEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14418897643912135928</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/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/S0NkmZQDGtI/AAAAAAAAAf8/5iU2_BY-_I4/S220/diana+new+hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780893652407236861.post-2551576630459901056</id><published>2008-06-02T10:38:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T10:51:37.281-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Prayers...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;My job is sucking the living day lights out of me. I am beginning to hate my job. There always seems to be a giantic pile of work to finish, an entire load of problems to solve and a long queue of bitches and bastards who deserved to be burned in hell..... It's been a common and usual trend that I'm working 12hours during all my working days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, there's this crap about the Duty Manager staying back to lock up the Office after everyone left. Today I discover another bullsh*t about being on duty for the entire month (on roster) for the emergency phone. FYI, I'm on the Emergency Phone schedule for the month of July. Can't I even have some peace on my Birthday Month !!! Yah, the purpose of Emergency Phone is so passengers who are overseas can call you and complain about issues ! As if the local complains aren't enough to rive us insane and now we need the additional crap from overseas ! Yes, Freaking Bullsh*t !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I am mean for saying this but slogan and prayers for this week is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"May all the Bitches and Bastards burn in hell. May all the Energy Suckers rot on earth and for all those creeps who rob my peace at work have constant nightmare !!!!!" &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/1780893652407236861-2551576630459901056?l=dianahatfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianahatfield.blogspot.com/feeds/2551576630459901056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780893652407236861&amp;postID=2551576630459901056' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780893652407236861/posts/default/2551576630459901056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780893652407236861/posts/default/2551576630459901056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianahatfield.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-prayers.html' title='My Prayers...'/><author><name>Diana LEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14418897643912135928</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/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/S0NkmZQDGtI/AAAAAAAAAf8/5iU2_BY-_I4/S220/diana+new+hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780893652407236861.post-3253528403749933204</id><published>2008-05-31T09:17:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T09:51:30.342-04:00</updated><title type='text'>SMS of the Century....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;SMS of the Century :-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;"My life is in your hands. When you say "Yes", I will follow. If you say "No", I will follow. If you say "Please go die", I will do it too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;My reaction, Stunt and Speechless...... Even my Precious Husband doesn't or never even said that to me even when he propose to me or at our Wedding Day !!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1780893652407236861-3253528403749933204?l=dianahatfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianahatfield.blogspot.com/feeds/3253528403749933204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780893652407236861&amp;postID=3253528403749933204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780893652407236861/posts/default/3253528403749933204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780893652407236861/posts/default/3253528403749933204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianahatfield.blogspot.com/2008/05/sms-of-century.html' title='SMS of the Century....'/><author><name>Diana LEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14418897643912135928</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/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/S0NkmZQDGtI/AAAAAAAAAf8/5iU2_BY-_I4/S220/diana+new+hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780893652407236861.post-6795297963360482207</id><published>2008-05-30T08:50:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T09:05:06.620-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Stalker !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Remember this staff of mine that is constantly texting me and haunting me ?&lt;br /&gt;Well, last night she was "yap-ping" on the phone for 2 hrs with me and the whole time she was the one talking and talking abt work, abt herself and practically everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was trying to squeeze in an opportunity to hang up the phone with her thus I can call Paul during his lunch break. But like the Energizer Bunny, she just kept on going and going and going. Until with my final resort and I was worried that Paul's lunch is going to be over in 10 mins, I had to resort to hanging up my cellphone and immediately switch it off thus she's unable to get through and I can use the excuse that my cellphone's battery went dead. I know it's very bad of me but poor Paul's been waiting for my phone call like his every lunch break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today she waiting for me to go to lunch with her, then again, stayed back from work so she can walk to the train station with me. Just when I thought the worst is over, she kept texting me during my journey home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul have been teasing me that this staff of mine is "in love with me" and I kept brushing him off and label him as being insane. Until tonight, she text me and her exact words were "I think in the future, I cannot be without you. Or Imagine you not in my life. OMG, Help me, Please God"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am speechless and shocked when I received that text and till now, I AM STILL SPEECHLESS &amp;amp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;SHOCKED ! =/&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/1780893652407236861-6795297963360482207?l=dianahatfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianahatfield.blogspot.com/feeds/6795297963360482207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780893652407236861&amp;postID=6795297963360482207' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780893652407236861/posts/default/6795297963360482207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780893652407236861/posts/default/6795297963360482207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianahatfield.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-stalker.html' title='My Stalker !'/><author><name>Diana LEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14418897643912135928</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/_j1QwMLUTv8Q/S0NkmZQDGtI/AAAAAAAAAf8/5iU2_BY-_I4/S220/diana+new+hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
