<?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-8819424731072874270</id><updated>2011-07-08T11:44:31.335-05:00</updated><category term='Sch'/><category term='shopping'/><category term='CNY'/><category term='Travel'/><category term='food'/><title type='text'>The Missus' Glee in St. Louis</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missusglad.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819424731072874270/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missusglad.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819424731072874270/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Gladys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07312187451958146881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SX-rcRXMIuI/AAAAAAAAD-g/gplYt_DjhWg/S220/meme.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>203</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819424731072874270.post-8065905139392543592</id><published>2010-01-31T00:04:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T00:28:26.836-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Low Adaptability</title><content type='html'>I'm still missing my previous lifestyle tons.  Perhaps I should attribute it to the fact that I have too much free time on hands, that I cant help but keep thinking about the goodness of life back then.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were days when the alarm clock rang and I wished the moment I opened my eyes to see myself in our WH aptment; I wished the last 3 weeks were all a dream; I wished I do not have to succumb to the ovenous weather...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were nights when I was browsing through the pictures we took in STL, and my heart pounded with heavy beats.  I wished so much that I could be transported back to the hay days, to either shop the days away or spend leisure noons with TWC...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very certain that I've never seen such a horrendous crowd at every nook and cranny in our tiny island before.  A few attempts on the train ride during weekday mid noons proved to be annoying.  Not only there were not a single seat in sight despite the fact that I board at YCK stn ard 2-3pm, I see shoving and pushing at almost every stations.  Driving out during the same time of the day is more agonizing.  It took me 30mins to travel fm CTE AMK ave 5 to the PIE exit.  I wonder why are there so many people on the move during mid noon.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has become inevitable to make comparisons of even the tiniest aspect of life back in STL and here.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still hoping that one day, I do get shaken up from this dream.  One day...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819424731072874270-8065905139392543592?l=missusglad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missusglad.blogspot.com/feeds/8065905139392543592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819424731072874270&amp;postID=8065905139392543592' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819424731072874270/posts/default/8065905139392543592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819424731072874270/posts/default/8065905139392543592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missusglad.blogspot.com/2010/01/low-adaptability.html' title='Low Adaptability'/><author><name>Gladys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07312187451958146881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SX-rcRXMIuI/AAAAAAAAD-g/gplYt_DjhWg/S220/meme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819424731072874270.post-4685136950685451075</id><published>2010-01-17T22:57:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T23:24:24.295-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye</title><content type='html'>I know, there should be a proper closure to our lives in STL, to my blog.  I've been so lazy to update anything, really.  It could also be perhaps that I just didn't want an end to my blog.  Yet, I want it to end "gracefully".  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have been back for a week.  It still seems so surreal.  Especially when I'm in the train, or whenever I'm squeezing my way through the throngs of crowd.  These are the moments when my life come to a standstill and my mind goes back to STL.  I'm trying to get used to the public transport once more, to the heat &amp; crowd nevertheless.  "Joo Koon"?  I was a little lost on my 1st train ride.  The crowd was something I need to really get accustomed to in no time; suddenly I felt like my own personal space has shrink considerably and everyone is standing so near me!  I was indeed very conscious of the hands nearby; blame it on the media reports of the happenings during NY.  Heat is another problem, not surprisingly.  Couldn't live without the fan/ aircon.  Meals in the KPT is still very unbearable, and I have been saying no to hot soup and porridge to my mum at home.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the times when we walk through the aisles in NTUC,I couldn't help but keeping missing the leisure times I enjoyed shopping in Dierbergs.  Come to think of it, the only time I truly enjoyed grocery shopping was when we were in STL.  Wide aisles, quiet mart, slow life, best combi isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the "tough" times here, I am still trying my best to integrate back into the society.  Left with no other options, this is sadly the only way out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*P.S. I haven't decide to go back to my old blog, to set up a new one, or to stop blogging indefinitely.  We'll see how my life goes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819424731072874270-4685136950685451075?l=missusglad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missusglad.blogspot.com/feeds/4685136950685451075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819424731072874270&amp;postID=4685136950685451075' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819424731072874270/posts/default/4685136950685451075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819424731072874270/posts/default/4685136950685451075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missusglad.blogspot.com/2010/01/goodbye.html' title='Goodbye'/><author><name>Gladys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07312187451958146881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SX-rcRXMIuI/AAAAAAAAD-g/gplYt_DjhWg/S220/meme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819424731072874270.post-2513334041779687838</id><published>2009-12-30T18:08:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T19:12:50.084-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Post From USA</title><content type='html'>Greetings from Aleyska, Alaska.  We've been in Alaska for the past week and will be heading to LA to catch our flight to Japan tonight,transiting at Seattle.  It's been a fun week with awesome sights from all angles.  Thick white sparkly snow makes all our pictures turn out perfect.  We had tons of fun with the winter activites; dog sledding, building snowmans, soaking in the open-air hot springs at -30 degree celsius, etc.  Yes u read right, freaking minus 30 degree celsius!  The harsh bitter cold was pretty much unbearable, and that is my only complain.  Tears &amp; mucus froze instantly and we could feel our nostril hair freezing upon the 3rd breaths we took once we hit outdoors.  It was totally insane and we weren't able to remain out in the open for long.  Layerings and heat packs were insufficient to keep us warm, as our toes &amp; fingers were constantly numb from the cold.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm utterly glad that we'll be bidding goodbye to the intense winter and saying hello to the sashimis and ramens waiting for us in Japan.  Goodbye to pizzas and burgers too.  I'm not despairing from my departure from STL yet, and I contribute that to the fact that I am still enjoying my 16-day long holidays.  There were nights when I laid on my hotel bed and think of those days when I head out with TWC though.  The good times we had in STL, the tranquil surroundings in WH and all the nice people I've met.  Perhaps the real forlorness hasnt hit me hard yet.  I'll emo-check myself again come mid jan.  Tsk tsk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/Szv3xMlp3CI/AAAAAAAAFzo/3dHnuZUMKyA/s1600-h/IMG_0127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 231px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/Szv3xMlp3CI/AAAAAAAAFzo/3dHnuZUMKyA/s320/IMG_0127.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421199001035332642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As the guys are skiing down the scary snow-capped mountains now, this is where I'm blogging this particular entry; by the fireplace in the resort's lobby.  Nice warm place to chill with an iced-cold sierra mist I must say.  Anyway Anchorage is far less colder than Fairbanks, which is up nearer to the Artic Circle and where we experienced the bizzare -30 deg c.  Thus, the temperature at where I am now is much more bearable than what I'd gone through the past few days.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snow skiing has never been my cup my tea, after a bad experience trying to get back to base during my virgin trial in Korea 10 years back.  Contradictorily, hubby is a snow-skiing fan, having gone to the extend of buying his own Oakley ski mask and ski pants, and seizing all opportunities to glide down the white mountains.  I hope he doesn't come back with bruises and complains of aches.  Heh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this winter adventure in Alaska, we'll be greeted by kawaii chicks in Tokyo &amp; more snow in Hokkaido, before we head back home for good.  I'm looking forward to the fresh sashimis and dinner with my dearest in Thai Village &amp; Chong Qing Hotpot thereafter!  Slurpz...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819424731072874270-2513334041779687838?l=missusglad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missusglad.blogspot.com/feeds/2513334041779687838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819424731072874270&amp;postID=2513334041779687838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819424731072874270/posts/default/2513334041779687838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819424731072874270/posts/default/2513334041779687838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missusglad.blogspot.com/2009/12/last-post-from-usa.html' title='Last Post From USA'/><author><name>Gladys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07312187451958146881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SX-rcRXMIuI/AAAAAAAAD-g/gplYt_DjhWg/S220/meme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/Szv3xMlp3CI/AAAAAAAAFzo/3dHnuZUMKyA/s72-c/IMG_0127.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819424731072874270.post-5956699263135263496</id><published>2009-12-22T22:20:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T02:21:52.795-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Night in Whispering Hills</title><content type='html'>With 50+ boxes of belongings moved and 7 boxes of trash cleared, the apartment is almost bare.  It looks just like the day when we first shifted in 18 months ago.  Memories of our arrival are still vivid, and now it's time to move on to the next phase of our lives.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I typed away, noises made by my keyboard bounced off the white walls of my study and the room is filled with echo.  That's how empty my room is now; juz the desk, chair, study lamp, my red baby and me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our only belongings left are whatever's in the 2 luggages and backpacks in the masters, and we're ready to hit the road come Thursday.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I walked around every inch of the(empty) apartment one last time, my heart sanked deeper with each step I took.  Those beautiful memories, the fresh crisp air coming in from the balcony, the carpeted floor, the oven, and the parcels from our online sprees...  I'm saying my final goodbye to them all.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight's our last night in WH, and I'm going to miss this place loads and loads and loads.  It's not any fancy nice big house, but this small apartment in the middle of a quiet and peaceful landscape is made perfect by the friendly &amp; nice people in the neighbourhood.  Ron (Ronald) our maintenance guy is one exceptionally kind soul from WH, who made our living experience here far more better than I'd imagined.  Just a call away, he's always here to fix a blown bulb, a choked sink/ toilet bowl, faulty this and that, etc.  Never had I heard a grunt from him for being asked to fix the slightest fault in our apartment.   We received a thoughtful handmade gift from him instead as a farewell cum xmas gift!  Sigh, his warm smile is such a lovely sight, and it saddens me to know that he'll never be there to fix stuff for me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing myself, I'm sure I won't be able to sleep well tonight, despite the fact that I barely had 4 hrs of sleep last night.  Sigh... I wish time could come to a standstill.  I wish life could be this good back in SIN.  I wish, I wish, I wish......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye my beloved Hills, goodbye our little temporary apartment.  Goodbye squirrels, goodbye geese.  Goodbye good life, hello my new chapter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*P.S.  We'll spend a night in Hilton Garden Inn tmr, before we leave STL for good.  Sob sob sob...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SzGm9dd6_oI/AAAAAAAAFzg/NVbULHnAz9M/s1600-h/IMG_9073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SzGm9dd6_oI/AAAAAAAAFzg/NVbULHnAz9M/s320/IMG_9073.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418295401515777666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  The movers came early today at 8am, moving all 54 boxes/items out to ship them back to SIN.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SzGm8rCAx-I/AAAAAAAAFzY/Lm58l2cbsvE/s1600-h/IMG_9074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SzGm8rCAx-I/AAAAAAAAFzY/Lm58l2cbsvE/s320/IMG_9074.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418295387976943586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Most of the boxes in the hall were cleared.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SzGlqBsMCJI/AAAAAAAAFzQ/VJDsBgK6KZ0/s1600-h/IMG_9076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SzGlqBsMCJI/AAAAAAAAFzQ/VJDsBgK6KZ0/s320/IMG_9076.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418293968130279570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Some of the boxes in my study, amidst the movers' hardwork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SzGlpxB5ACI/AAAAAAAAFzI/gPgMZEgbsck/s1600-h/IMG_9108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SzGlpxB5ACI/AAAAAAAAFzI/gPgMZEgbsck/s320/IMG_9108.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418293963657904162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  After all our boxes have been moved.  Hubby on his Macbook in the almost-bare living, except for some small belongings on the table and his jacket on the couch, as well as a small box to pack the router.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SzGlpsRyrGI/AAAAAAAAFzA/9mbpScp2h2Y/s1600-h/IMG_9109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SzGlpsRyrGI/AAAAAAAAFzA/9mbpScp2h2Y/s320/IMG_9109.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418293962382421090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  It's been 17 months since I last saw an empty study...  No more bookshelf, no more boxes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SzGlpQ-fNAI/AAAAAAAAFy4/hFZXQItju4Q/s1600-h/IMG_9111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SzGlpQ-fNAI/AAAAAAAAFy4/hFZXQItju4Q/s320/IMG_9111.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418293955053696002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  The empty dining room, and a glimpse of the fridge which is stripped bare of our magnets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SzGlpF35rrI/AAAAAAAAFyw/aXXI98SmS5M/s1600-h/IMG_9113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SzGlpF35rrI/AAAAAAAAFyw/aXXI98SmS5M/s320/IMG_9113.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418293952073281202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  No more photo frames lined the walkway to the rooms.  :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819424731072874270-5956699263135263496?l=missusglad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missusglad.blogspot.com/feeds/5956699263135263496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819424731072874270&amp;postID=5956699263135263496' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819424731072874270/posts/default/5956699263135263496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819424731072874270/posts/default/5956699263135263496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missusglad.blogspot.com/2009/12/last-night-in-whispering-hills.html' title='Last Night in Whispering Hills'/><author><name>Gladys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07312187451958146881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SX-rcRXMIuI/AAAAAAAAD-g/gplYt_DjhWg/S220/meme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SzGm9dd6_oI/AAAAAAAAFzg/NVbULHnAz9M/s72-c/IMG_9073.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819424731072874270.post-7878132362677968081</id><published>2009-12-18T20:33:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T21:21:35.508-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Week in STL</title><content type='html'>It has been a mad week of shopping, packing &amp; researching on the job market.  I've been out every day, doing my last min buys.  We headed to Plaza Frontenac on Monday, Tuesday was my last visit to Beauty First to get more OPIs, Wednesday was supposed to be our last visit to Mills and evening was spent in Bed, Bath &amp; Beyond, we headed to West County mall for more shopping on Thursday as well as to Walmart to get more kitchenware, and today we were back in Mills again.  We'll spend our Sunday in Chesterfield Mall, and I'm done with visiting all our regular malls one last time before we leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having swiped my plastic more often than I thought I would, I'm going be slapped with more bills to pay next month again.  It's not going to concern me much anymore, since it's going to be my last spree for eons to come!  Heh...  No doubt, I'm done with my shopping some weeks back, but how to resist when good deals are plastered all over the malls?  I'm so glad I've got more clothes, shoes &amp; beauty pdts again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Packing has been quite a breeze with Hubby's help recently.  Guys do indeed work more efficiently by flexing some muscles.  I'm free to head out on Sat &amp; Sun for the real last min shopping finally, just before our boxes leave us next Tues.  Yipee! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've gained some insights on the financial job market, after doing some research, and am appalled by the extremely wide range of salary offered to pple in my position.  I'm not too greedy; I'll be glad to just land a role that pays me an average salary soon after we get back.  :p  Pray for me, ok?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819424731072874270-7878132362677968081?l=missusglad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missusglad.blogspot.com/feeds/7878132362677968081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819424731072874270&amp;postID=7878132362677968081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819424731072874270/posts/default/7878132362677968081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819424731072874270/posts/default/7878132362677968081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missusglad.blogspot.com/2009/12/last-week-in-stl.html' title='Last Week in STL'/><author><name>Gladys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07312187451958146881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SX-rcRXMIuI/AAAAAAAAD-g/gplYt_DjhWg/S220/meme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819424731072874270.post-8323422147674545908</id><published>2009-12-17T23:23:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T23:18:55.030-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Preparing for the Departure</title><content type='html'>As the boxes pile up in my study &amp; our living room, our apartment begins to strip itself of our presences.  The kitchen cabinets are half empty.  Hubby's toys, which used to be scattered all over the living room, have been safely packed into the boxes.  The shoes cabinet has been totally cleared.  The chests of drawers in the study &amp; master have been finally purged of all their contents.  Winter clothes in the cupboard have been transferred into our luggages.  The walk-in wardrobe is almost bare, with just enough pieces of clothes to last us for the next 6 days.  SIX DAYS!!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I am accepting the fact that I'll be saying goodbye to my good life soon.  No longer as devastated now, I am starting to imagine life in our matrimonial flat again.  Weekends spent watching movie in our ER, and with friends over for drinks around our bar.  The occasional cook-out in my little kitchen.  Surfing net on our desk.  Reading on the couch.  All the other daily activites in the place we called home.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;St. Louis is a marvellous place.  Our 18-month stay has been terrific.  As good as our lives here are, and as much as I do not want to leave this place, I'll have to acknowledge the fact that we have to head back to where we came from.  Dad &amp; mum are both waiting eagerly for our arrival.  We can't wait to meet up with our friends and share the goodness of our past 18 months with them.  And of course I can't wait to use all the new goodies when we're back home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's been like a dream, and it's time I wake up to face the harsh reality.  I think I am ready to go back to the work force again, and to lead a stressful life in the competitive society once more.  Bring it on!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819424731072874270-8323422147674545908?l=missusglad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missusglad.blogspot.com/feeds/8323422147674545908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819424731072874270&amp;postID=8323422147674545908' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819424731072874270/posts/default/8323422147674545908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819424731072874270/posts/default/8323422147674545908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missusglad.blogspot.com/2009/12/preparing-for-departure.html' title='Preparing for the Departure'/><author><name>Gladys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07312187451958146881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SX-rcRXMIuI/AAAAAAAAD-g/gplYt_DjhWg/S220/meme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819424731072874270.post-5156473648762554076</id><published>2009-12-16T10:46:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T11:05:47.059-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've never felt soooo adverse to going back home, back to my family's warmth, &amp; back to my dear frens' fun.  I am willing to give up on all the yummy food in SIN, just to extend our stay in STL... but of course it's not going to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't help but tihnk of myself going back to suffer; back to the roaches &amp; insects, back to the less civilised world, back to the stressful &amp; congested place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There isn't any roaches, ants, stray cats &amp; much insects (I hate them all!!!) in STL; unlike in our oven-uous SIN.  I havent even seen much flies to be honest.  The only stray animals i've seen are the geese &amp; squirrels that roam around our estate at this time of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People here are soooo much civilised, friendlier and welcoming, this I'm sure I've mentioend before in my 1st few entries.  Wind down your car window in the hot hot Summer as ur car is parked in the open, and you can expect everything in the car to remain intact hours later.  Getting greeted by strangers with a warm smile is such a common sight here.  Signal while driving and you can immediately see the car behind you slowing down to give way all the time!  Car horn?  It's almost unheard of here, unless in a real desperate situation (read: almost causing an accident).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about driving, the driving experience is truly way much better in STL than in SIN.  The roads are wider and less congested.  Parking lots are bigger and parking is FREE almost everywhr in STL, except for school (ironically students have to pay whr everywhr else is free!) and downtown (CBD areas) which we frequent less than 5 times during these 18 months.  Road bullies are also unheard of; friendly &amp; CIVILISED drivers are in abundance.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weather is of cos far better than in the oven-hot SIN, despite the harsh Winters.  Give me fresh dry air anytime, but not polluted humid air that congested our noses so very often.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, shopping is of cos uncomparable!!!!!!!!!  I don't have have to emphasize on that one  :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to rush off.  There's more to come.  SHall update again when I've time.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My last 8th day today....  sob sob....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819424731072874270-5156473648762554076?l=missusglad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missusglad.blogspot.com/feeds/5156473648762554076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819424731072874270&amp;postID=5156473648762554076' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819424731072874270/posts/default/5156473648762554076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819424731072874270/posts/default/5156473648762554076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missusglad.blogspot.com/2009/12/ive-never-felt-soooo-adverse-to-going.html' title=''/><author><name>Gladys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07312187451958146881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SX-rcRXMIuI/AAAAAAAAD-g/gplYt_DjhWg/S220/meme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819424731072874270.post-3507283055420318510</id><published>2009-12-13T02:03:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T02:24:32.371-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The 1st Farewell</title><content type='html'>Jos leaving in a couple of hours time, for good.  I said my goodbyes with a heavyheart, as her departure marks an end to our girly luncheons &amp; shopping trips.  Future meetups in Singapore will definitely be a vast difference from the marvellous time we had here.  Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have another 10 more nights in our apartment.  Sob sob...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819424731072874270-3507283055420318510?l=missusglad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missusglad.blogspot.com/feeds/3507283055420318510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819424731072874270&amp;postID=3507283055420318510' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819424731072874270/posts/default/3507283055420318510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819424731072874270/posts/default/3507283055420318510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missusglad.blogspot.com/2009/12/1st-farewell.html' title='The 1st Farewell'/><author><name>Gladys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07312187451958146881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SX-rcRXMIuI/AAAAAAAAD-g/gplYt_DjhWg/S220/meme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819424731072874270.post-8625835161056009579</id><published>2009-12-10T20:55:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T09:51:22.251-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><title type='text'>Last Online Purchase</title><content type='html'>Just checked out from the Aldo website, and bought my last item on the net.  To play it safe, I shouldn't be online shopping after today.  In the event that my purchases do not reach me before we move out on the 23rd, I can only say goodbye to my $$.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has been hesitating if I should buy more shoes.  Hubby made my decision much easier when he came home today annoucing his $xk "investment".  I reckoned I should use his money to buy more stuff before he squanders his money away.  Isn't it much better to splurge on shoes than to see money going down the drain?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To digress, I wish my hubby is more money-wise than he currently is.  How can a business be an investment when it doesn't seem like it'll generate income or appreciate over time?  Maybe I'm too critical, but how can I not be when I look back on historical datas to predict the future values? Random walks? Unlikely.  Bleah... I'm talking finance, but I'm making sense!  Additionally, since his annoucement doesn't involve any discussion = not respecting my views, I should really spend more of his money.  No wonder Mum oways say never let ur hubby's wallet grow too fat.  I absolutely agree on this one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, since he's going to squander his money without batting an eyelid, I should also start spending his money without much hesitations.  I'm glad I did just that these few days.  :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819424731072874270-8625835161056009579?l=missusglad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missusglad.blogspot.com/feeds/8625835161056009579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819424731072874270&amp;postID=8625835161056009579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819424731072874270/posts/default/8625835161056009579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819424731072874270/posts/default/8625835161056009579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missusglad.blogspot.com/2009/12/last-online-purchase.html' title='Last Online Purchase'/><author><name>Gladys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07312187451958146881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SX-rcRXMIuI/AAAAAAAAD-g/gplYt_DjhWg/S220/meme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819424731072874270.post-5632589748879355274</id><published>2009-12-09T13:53:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T14:24:35.630-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Snowing!</title><content type='html'>Today we saw the first snow of the season in STL.  Supposed to head to Mills for some quick shopping to grab more last min buys, but we reckoned it's better stay indoors in such cold weather.  As I type away here, it's -6 degree c outside now, -10 deg c with windchill.  Very strong wind indeed!  I never thought we'll be able to catch snow in STL before we leave, as the first snow last season was in January.  I was told it seldom snowed in December here, much less during the early days of the month.  Though the light snow is not enough to cover the ground in white, I guess it's enough to make me enjoy my day watching the flurries drift from above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SyAHFCNjNtI/AAAAAAAAFyo/8BAouP481YM/s1600-h/IMG_8803.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SyAHFCNjNtI/AAAAAAAAFyo/8BAouP481YM/s320/IMG_8803.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413334535173781202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  It does look like rain in this pic, but I assure you it's flurries!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819424731072874270-5632589748879355274?l=missusglad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missusglad.blogspot.com/feeds/5632589748879355274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819424731072874270&amp;postID=5632589748879355274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819424731072874270/posts/default/5632589748879355274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819424731072874270/posts/default/5632589748879355274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missusglad.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-snowing.html' title='It&apos;s Snowing!'/><author><name>Gladys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07312187451958146881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SX-rcRXMIuI/AAAAAAAAD-g/gplYt_DjhWg/S220/meme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SyAHFCNjNtI/AAAAAAAAFyo/8BAouP481YM/s72-c/IMG_8803.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819424731072874270.post-6968553491962249458</id><published>2009-12-06T11:10:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T21:29:49.548-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Random Walk</title><content type='html'>With the help of Hubby I've got 16 boxes up now.  I hope I can get at least 4 more sealed this week. Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jos is leaving in a weeks time, back to the harsh reality.  I feel very sad for her.  Soon after it'll be my turn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner was so good last night.  Plates and plates of delicious chinese food; roast duck, salted chicken, claypot toufu, sweet &amp; sour fish, etc.  All thanks to JH &amp; Jos for the marvellous treat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week's gonna be my last week to purchase stuff online; just in time for our shipment.  I'm gonna miss online shopping to the max...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There're a few more places I want to go b4 I leave: La Salsa, Pastries of Denmark, Teochew eatery, TGIF (beef stroganoff!), Cheesecake Factory, and let me think of more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was discussing about our finances with Hubby last night, and we both realised I spent a horrendous five-figure sum on shopping during our time here!  Almost the same amount of money spent on holidays for each of us during this period.  I would never have believed I spent so much, till he did the calculations.  Actually I think I just never wanted to know the exact figures.  Sigh... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In our discussion, we did a comparison of our lives here &amp; in SIN.  I can only conclude there is just ONE thing good about SIN.  Food; it's convenient &amp; cheap.  That's about it.  I hate the crowds, especially now that it is infested with the uncivilised influx of Tiongs.  I hate driving on our narrow &amp; congested roads; unfriendly &amp; rude drivers make my road experience worse.  &amp; of cos I hate looking for parking space.  Lastly, I hate working life!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had this idea for the longest time, to chart a comparison of the life here in STL &amp; in SIN, down to the details and post it in my blog. I gues it's really time to get down to it.  Give me a couple more days...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819424731072874270-6968553491962249458?l=missusglad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missusglad.blogspot.com/feeds/6968553491962249458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819424731072874270&amp;postID=6968553491962249458' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819424731072874270/posts/default/6968553491962249458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819424731072874270/posts/default/6968553491962249458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missusglad.blogspot.com/2009/12/random-walk.html' title='A Random Walk'/><author><name>Gladys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07312187451958146881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SX-rcRXMIuI/AAAAAAAAD-g/gplYt_DjhWg/S220/meme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819424731072874270.post-7013464083370428774</id><published>2009-12-04T10:03:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T10:07:57.899-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Early Winter</title><content type='html'>We're 2.5 weeks away Winter, but as many have predicted, we're experiencing the harsh weather much earlier this year.  When we went Mills last evening, donned only in our Fall jacket, the temperature decided to hit 0 degree celcius.  Now as I prepare to hit the gym, the temperature's at -3 degrees; and we're wondering if we need to put on our long john pants just for that short 3 mins walk to the gym...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819424731072874270-7013464083370428774?l=missusglad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missusglad.blogspot.com/feeds/7013464083370428774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819424731072874270&amp;postID=7013464083370428774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819424731072874270/posts/default/7013464083370428774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819424731072874270/posts/default/7013464083370428774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missusglad.blogspot.com/2009/12/early-winter.html' title='Early Winter'/><author><name>Gladys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07312187451958146881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SX-rcRXMIuI/AAAAAAAAD-g/gplYt_DjhWg/S220/meme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819424731072874270.post-2344432336639428133</id><published>2009-12-02T15:39:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T16:22:08.580-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping &amp; Packing</title><content type='html'>Backed from Smoky Mtn on Sunday evening.  The Black Friday sales was pure madness, with queues everywhere even in the cold weather at midnight!  There were long queues to enter the shops, long queues to the fitting rooms, and more queues to pay for the merchandises.  I hadn't had enough time to comb all the stores I wanted to, and had to rush to Mills on Monday to try my luck at Banana Republic.  Too bad BR didn't have the extended BF sales like some of the other stores, and I lugged back a much smaller bag than I thought I would have.  It was Cyber Monday that faithful day too, and I had a crazy evening rushing to buy stuff online before the clock strikes 12.  Managed some more dinnerware, and I'm utterly pleased with my buys once more.  :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't had much advancement when it comes to packing.  I'm still stucked at the 9th box for more than a week.  I'm almost done with all our shoes &amp; books, as well as 2 boxes of Sharon's baby stuff, 1/3 done with our clothes, and am in the midst of packing those bags.  Haven't touched on our stationary, beddings, toiletries, sports equipment (rollerblades, golf bags, etc) and other misc stuff.  As breakable kitchen &amp; dinnerware will be taken care of by the professional packers, it seems like I am almost a-third done with the packing.  Now I need to hasten my pace and get at least another 20 more boxes up within a span of 3 weeks. Sigh...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's effectively the last day of class and I'm uber happy that I'm not boiled down by any exam preparations this last term!  Will be having a presentation tmr, and that wraps up my 17-month long educational journey. I can finally bid WashU a big farewell!  At least I'm happy to close this particular section of the beautiful chapter in my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819424731072874270-2344432336639428133?l=missusglad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missusglad.blogspot.com/feeds/2344432336639428133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819424731072874270&amp;postID=2344432336639428133' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819424731072874270/posts/default/2344432336639428133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819424731072874270/posts/default/2344432336639428133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missusglad.blogspot.com/2009/12/shopping-packing.html' title='Shopping &amp; Packing'/><author><name>Gladys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07312187451958146881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SX-rcRXMIuI/AAAAAAAAD-g/gplYt_DjhWg/S220/meme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819424731072874270.post-7637703392674492974</id><published>2009-11-25T13:32:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T13:35:50.956-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving!</title><content type='html'>Tmr's Thanksgiving Day, and we're leaving for Atlanta tonight.  Not particularly excited over this trip (think 9-hour drive!), but very much looking forward to the spree.  Shall blog about the trip after Sunday.  Till then...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819424731072874270-7637703392674492974?l=missusglad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missusglad.blogspot.com/feeds/7637703392674492974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819424731072874270&amp;postID=7637703392674492974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819424731072874270/posts/default/7637703392674492974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819424731072874270/posts/default/7637703392674492974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missusglad.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-thanksgiving.html' title='Happy Thanksgiving!'/><author><name>Gladys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07312187451958146881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SX-rcRXMIuI/AAAAAAAAD-g/gplYt_DjhWg/S220/meme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819424731072874270.post-1657616177130093495</id><published>2009-11-22T16:11:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T16:32:27.220-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>More of Alaska</title><content type='html'>An interesting fact about Alaska is, there's going to be only 4 hours of insolation per day in Fairbanks come January.  On the contrary, daylight accounts for 21.5 hours during the peak of Summer, i.e. in July.  That explains why Alaska is known as "The Land of the Midnight Sun"!  If you'd watched "The Proposal", you'll see Sandra Bullocks going to bed in the "day", when the sun is still blazing high up in the sky.  Not forgetting about the crazy weather too.  The average temperature in Fairbanks now hovers at about -30 deg celsius (I think I've mentioned this before).  We thought there's going to be a high possibility the temp is going to hit -40 d.c. or even lower, when we arrive a month later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're definitely going to make full use of that limited hours of daylight per day, but we're still not sure if our thick layers wil keep us warm enough to conquer the horrendous weather.  Despite this, I'm soooo looking forward to go dogsledding &amp; snowmobile-ridding, while the boys are dying to ski amidst the snow-capped mountains.  Of course the Northern Light is our main objective, and lets hope we are lucky enough to catch it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With this, I think I am sort of ready to leave STL for good, ready to overcome the difficulties of a working life...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819424731072874270-1657616177130093495?l=missusglad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missusglad.blogspot.com/feeds/1657616177130093495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819424731072874270&amp;postID=1657616177130093495' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819424731072874270/posts/default/1657616177130093495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819424731072874270/posts/default/1657616177130093495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missusglad.blogspot.com/2009/11/more-of-alaska.html' title='More of Alaska'/><author><name>Gladys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07312187451958146881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SX-rcRXMIuI/AAAAAAAAD-g/gplYt_DjhWg/S220/meme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819424731072874270.post-4186994173846642165</id><published>2009-11-20T22:26:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T22:40:12.493-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Of Potlucks &amp; BBQs</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow's mass cook-out most probably shall be our last in STL.  &lt;a href="http://spreadsheets.google.com/ccc?key=0Aq3eQ3J-XB-IcEFqTVZSTVdVMVBZcXZWVXNMbFdwWGc&amp;hl=en"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt; is how we plan our team's pig-outs.  It was pretty nostalgic looking back at the past spreadsheets, really.  To think that the last potluck we had, which was also our first, was actually a year ago when KY &amp; PS shifted next door to be our immediate neighbours.  It seems like it was just a couple of months ago when we were all cosing it up around the tight space for a sumptuous home-cooked meal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819424731072874270-4186994173846642165?l=missusglad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missusglad.blogspot.com/feeds/4186994173846642165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819424731072874270&amp;postID=4186994173846642165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819424731072874270/posts/default/4186994173846642165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819424731072874270/posts/default/4186994173846642165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missusglad.blogspot.com/2009/11/of-potlucks-bbqs.html' title='Of Potlucks &amp; BBQs'/><author><name>Gladys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07312187451958146881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SX-rcRXMIuI/AAAAAAAAD-g/gplYt_DjhWg/S220/meme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819424731072874270.post-5509551137432210419</id><published>2009-11-19T22:45:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T23:05:56.812-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>Fridge Magnets</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SwYhBwwy5FI/AAAAAAAAFx8/xJS-fYJTRyU/s1600/IMG_8164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SwYhBwwy5FI/AAAAAAAAFx8/xJS-fYJTRyU/s320/IMG_8164.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406044716858008658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like Mum, I am collecting magnets as I travel.  These magnets were collected as we toured around the Americas during the past 16 months.  They each represent a state/city we had visited, except the three magnets on the extreme left, which were gifts from friends.  I love how they accessorize our fridge!  A picture of the colourful fridge, before I wrap these souvenirs away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be added to this collection soon: Atlanta, Smoky Mountains, Alaska &amp; Seattle.  These will be going directly into our luggages though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819424731072874270-5509551137432210419?l=missusglad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missusglad.blogspot.com/feeds/5509551137432210419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819424731072874270&amp;postID=5509551137432210419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819424731072874270/posts/default/5509551137432210419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819424731072874270/posts/default/5509551137432210419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missusglad.blogspot.com/2009/11/fridge-magnets.html' title='Fridge Magnets'/><author><name>Gladys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07312187451958146881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SX-rcRXMIuI/AAAAAAAAD-g/gplYt_DjhWg/S220/meme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SwYhBwwy5FI/AAAAAAAAFx8/xJS-fYJTRyU/s72-c/IMG_8164.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819424731072874270.post-349822006750038201</id><published>2009-11-17T21:34:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T21:52:13.778-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><title type='text'>Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>Black Friday Sales is starting next Thursday evening!!!  I wasn't even aware we're only 10 days away from the Thanksgiving weekend!  Of course I'm extremely excited over this last burst in the outlet, but it also means it's high time I start preparing for the finals and presentation again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atlanta, North Georgia, is where we'll be heading to for this spree.  It's about a 9-hour drive from home, and we'll be staying a night at a hotel just opposite the outlet.  Perfect location, since all we need to do is to just walk a couple of mins to heaven!  Thereafter we'll drive another 3 hrs or so to &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Great_Smoky_Mountains"&gt;Great Smoky Mountains&lt;/a&gt;, and spend 2D2N somewhere in the mountains.  The plan's to trek for 2 days, but seriously I doubt I'll have much energey left after shopping from midnight to dawn.  The Black Friday Sales starts at 12 midnight on Friday monrning btw, but of cos we're anticipating some shops to start the madness earlier, at 10pm perhaps.  =)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me all the best in this last shopping spree!  I hope I can cover all the shops needed to be covered, and sweep as many goodies as possible!  Hohoho...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819424731072874270-349822006750038201?l=missusglad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missusglad.blogspot.com/feeds/349822006750038201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819424731072874270&amp;postID=349822006750038201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819424731072874270/posts/default/349822006750038201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819424731072874270/posts/default/349822006750038201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missusglad.blogspot.com/2009/11/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Gladys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07312187451958146881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SX-rcRXMIuI/AAAAAAAAD-g/gplYt_DjhWg/S220/meme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819424731072874270.post-5763691871223095561</id><published>2009-11-16T19:06:00.014-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T22:19:26.679-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Food, Oh Glorious Food!</title><content type='html'>When I'm in a good mood, I'll try to whip up something we both love.  Today, it was Portugese egg tarts (again), and Chicken Rendang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With 1 pastry sheet left in the freezer, I have been procrastinating for the past month to make these tarts.  Since school ended early on Mondays and I happened to be carving for sweet stuff, it's the best time to get my hands dirty again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SwH5gPCPI1I/AAAAAAAAFxs/YlfmhRSuKmg/s1600/IMG_8140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SwH5gPCPI1I/AAAAAAAAFxs/YlfmhRSuKmg/s320/IMG_8140.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404875360008348498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   My 3rd &amp; best attempt thus far, as these gems had the right sweetness and the egg custards were nicely browned on the top and soft on the insides.  Unlike the last try, the insides were a little too dry and over-cooked.  Heh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SwH5f7d8GKI/AAAAAAAAFxk/AwyW3HStTzM/s1600/IMG_8135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SwH5f7d8GKI/AAAAAAAAFxk/AwyW3HStTzM/s320/IMG_8135.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404875354755831970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  He had a nice little surpise when he came home to piping hot portugese egg tarts fresh from the oven!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SwH9flXfNUI/AAAAAAAAFx0/wufLORZGuTc/s1600/IMG_8147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SwH9flXfNUI/AAAAAAAAFx0/wufLORZGuTc/s320/IMG_8147.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404879746869704002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Chicken rendang with Myojo's Char Mee were what we had for dinner tonight.  These were part of the food to be cleared as well.  Finger-licking good home-made rendang!  All thanks to a nice girl, who introduced me to this marvellous sauce during a potluck back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't tried &lt;a href="http://www.brahimsfood.com/cook_rendang.html"&gt;Brahim's Kuah Rendang&lt;/a&gt;, you will never know how easy this dish really is.  I got mine from NTUC, and it took me 5 mins to get everything into the pot, and another 30mins to simmer the dish before we tucked in.  Good with beef stew meat too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819424731072874270-5763691871223095561?l=missusglad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missusglad.blogspot.com/feeds/5763691871223095561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819424731072874270&amp;postID=5763691871223095561' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819424731072874270/posts/default/5763691871223095561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819424731072874270/posts/default/5763691871223095561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missusglad.blogspot.com/2009/11/more-food.html' title='Food, Oh Glorious Food!'/><author><name>Gladys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07312187451958146881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SX-rcRXMIuI/AAAAAAAAD-g/gplYt_DjhWg/S220/meme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SwH5gPCPI1I/AAAAAAAAFxs/YlfmhRSuKmg/s72-c/IMG_8140.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819424731072874270.post-93459752969808250</id><published>2009-11-15T11:08:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T11:25:34.294-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Gloomy Day</title><content type='html'>Starting from today, it's going to be another gloomy and rainy week ahead, after half a month of sun and cheery days.  Sian...  I haven't been spending time with my notes &amp; book for more than a week; it's time to get back to them again.  Very sian...  Haven't really been doing any packing too; the mess is giving me a bad headache everytime I try to get started.  3 more weeks to an exam and a presentation, 5.5 more weeks to The Departure.  Super duper sad and sian!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819424731072874270-93459752969808250?l=missusglad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missusglad.blogspot.com/feeds/93459752969808250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819424731072874270&amp;postID=93459752969808250' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819424731072874270/posts/default/93459752969808250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819424731072874270/posts/default/93459752969808250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missusglad.blogspot.com/2009/11/another-gloomy-day.html' title='Another Gloomy Day'/><author><name>Gladys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07312187451958146881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SX-rcRXMIuI/AAAAAAAAD-g/gplYt_DjhWg/S220/meme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819424731072874270.post-2134763620374242552</id><published>2009-11-09T23:01:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T00:27:42.840-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired. Perplexed. Scared.</title><content type='html'>6.5 more weeks to the big goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To ensure that I've maximized these last weeks fully, I've started a new regime, to spend less time on bed.  It's been a frenzy week of online shopping, and I'm constantly cracking my brain on what have I left out on my shopping list.  Perpetually on the other end of my mind is how I should go about squeezing all our stuff into those boxes.  Sigh...  It's really such a chore!  I know I've grumbled about this umpteen times, but since I can't stop adding more stuff into the boxes, I just have to complain about having an influx of new items to pack.  Alright I'm not really sure what am I lamenting about.  To summarise, I can't stop buying, but I hate having to keep packing more and more stuff into the boxes!  GGggrrrr......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I get 5 pairs of shoes from the same make?  I want to, but not really sure if I should.  Currently our shoes occupy 3 boxes and I thought maybe it's time to tighten the purse strings.  They're freaking cheap though!  Life is sometimes an irony, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I don't know what I am blabbering about in this post.  Perhaps I just need an outlet to vent my undecisiveness and my complacency.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*P.S. I hate how some people think I should treat them as good friends, when they are merely acquaintances to me.  I hate it when these people ask provoking questions, invading my private life, thinking they have the right to access such info.  I especially hate it when the same people try to impose their uncalled-for opinions/criticisms on what I do with my life/money!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*P.P.S.S I'm way behind my study schedule and I'm terrified!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*P.P.P.S.S.S  I miss McDonald's ice tea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**I'm finally going for an authentic Mexican meal later!  yum yums...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819424731072874270-2134763620374242552?l=missusglad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missusglad.blogspot.com/feeds/2134763620374242552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819424731072874270&amp;postID=2134763620374242552' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819424731072874270/posts/default/2134763620374242552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819424731072874270/posts/default/2134763620374242552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missusglad.blogspot.com/2009/11/tired-perplexed-scared.html' title='Tired. Perplexed. Scared.'/><author><name>Gladys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07312187451958146881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SX-rcRXMIuI/AAAAAAAAD-g/gplYt_DjhWg/S220/meme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819424731072874270.post-8642998761611746857</id><published>2009-11-05T22:21:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T22:41:24.758-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Packing &amp; Unpacking</title><content type='html'>Seriously, I'm utterly sick of packing.  First packed my barangs 2.5 yrs back to move into our matrimonial house.  1 yr later, packed almost every damn thing in that house to shift here.  Now here I am re-packing everything again + a lot more new stuff, to ship them back to that same house.  Not forgetting each packing ritual comes with an unpacking task.  I can't imagine I've been repeating this tedious chore almost once a year.  Sigh....  I've only finished packing 3 full boxes, and have maybe 20+ more to go.  Help!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was packing my bags last night, and I can't believe I have more than 20 bags to ship back!  Of course some belong to my sis &amp; cousin, but the bulk of it, sadly are my possessions.  I've decided to "spread my risk", in the event that the custom officer decided to check our boxes and think I am bringing these bags back for sales.  So now I have to temporary say goodbye to some of these goodies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While packing, I also realised that I have bought quite a number of clothes on impulse over these few months; tops especially.  No wonder Hubby mentioned today that he really thinks I am sick; an addiction to shopping is an illness to him.  With these, I am going back home as a pauper.  So when you see me, don't assume all who come home from an overseas attachment will bring back with them a bag of gold.  Sigh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819424731072874270-8642998761611746857?l=missusglad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missusglad.blogspot.com/feeds/8642998761611746857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819424731072874270&amp;postID=8642998761611746857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819424731072874270/posts/default/8642998761611746857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819424731072874270/posts/default/8642998761611746857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missusglad.blogspot.com/2009/11/packing-unpacking.html' title='Packing &amp; Unpacking'/><author><name>Gladys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07312187451958146881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SX-rcRXMIuI/AAAAAAAAD-g/gplYt_DjhWg/S220/meme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819424731072874270.post-6014012327245518706</id><published>2009-11-01T11:00:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T11:01:29.848-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Daylight savings</title><content type='html'>We're now 14 hours behind SIN time, instead of 13.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819424731072874270-6014012327245518706?l=missusglad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missusglad.blogspot.com/feeds/6014012327245518706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819424731072874270&amp;postID=6014012327245518706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819424731072874270/posts/default/6014012327245518706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819424731072874270/posts/default/6014012327245518706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missusglad.blogspot.com/2009/11/daylight-savings.html' title='Daylight savings'/><author><name>Gladys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07312187451958146881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SX-rcRXMIuI/AAAAAAAAD-g/gplYt_DjhWg/S220/meme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819424731072874270.post-4784033653775009771</id><published>2009-11-01T02:06:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T10:34:53.821-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Alaska!</title><content type='html'>Yay! We're really going to set foot on Alaska!  No doubt i'm over the moon, despite the exorbitant cost.  I reckoned we could scrimp and save after the trip, since this is a once-in-a-lifetime trip.  I'm gonna feast on Alaskan crabs and I do hope we get to see the magnificent Aurora!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part of going home is not only the Alaska trip, but we're meeting my bff in Tokyo and will be heading to Hokkaido together!  For once, I don't feel as sad as before about leaving the US.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819424731072874270-4784033653775009771?l=missusglad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missusglad.blogspot.com/feeds/4784033653775009771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819424731072874270&amp;postID=4784033653775009771' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819424731072874270/posts/default/4784033653775009771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819424731072874270/posts/default/4784033653775009771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missusglad.blogspot.com/2009/11/alaska.html' title='Alaska!'/><author><name>Gladys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07312187451958146881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SX-rcRXMIuI/AAAAAAAAD-g/gplYt_DjhWg/S220/meme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819424731072874270.post-7183137783484090459</id><published>2009-10-29T12:39:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T12:43:11.787-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where's my Sunshine?</title><content type='html'>I haven't seen the sun since Sunday.  It's been such a wet &amp; gloomy Fall this year.  We wanted to take some nice scenaries of WH, but haven't been able to so do for the past 2 weeks!  Before we know it, the big rain drops are going to make all the red &amp; golden leaves fall off very soon...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819424731072874270-7183137783484090459?l=missusglad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missusglad.blogspot.com/feeds/7183137783484090459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819424731072874270&amp;postID=7183137783484090459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819424731072874270/posts/default/7183137783484090459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819424731072874270/posts/default/7183137783484090459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missusglad.blogspot.com/2009/10/wheres-my-sunshine.html' title='Where&apos;s my Sunshine?'/><author><name>Gladys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07312187451958146881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SX-rcRXMIuI/AAAAAAAAD-g/gplYt_DjhWg/S220/meme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819424731072874270.post-8609213265837114416</id><published>2009-10-25T19:55:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T20:28:05.850-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Brown Sugar Bundt Cake</title><content type='html'>I have tons of food needed to be clear by December; one of them is brown sugar.  I can't remeber what was the brown sugar for, and have no idea what are the uses for it (except the finger-licking-good lor bak I cooked last week).  Thus I was on the hunt for a recipe that requires brown sugar.  As much as possible, since I have one big packet of it left almost untouched.  I have never heard of a bundt cake (call me a mountain tortoise), more so a brown sugar bundt cake, and thought maybe I should give it a shot.  Especially so when it requres 2 cups full of brown sugar; perfect way to rid them asap.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SuT2RohuEkI/AAAAAAAAFxE/nKBiNJY0Y8k/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SuT2RohuEkI/AAAAAAAAFxE/nKBiNJY0Y8k/s320/1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396709036293755458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  My brown sugar bundt cake!  I like how smooth and shiny my cake turns out.  I like the colour and taste of it too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SuT2RWDh_BI/AAAAAAAAFw8/TVyNKbh8-f4/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SuT2RWDh_BI/AAAAAAAAFw8/TVyNKbh8-f4/s320/2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396709031335296018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Nice dense bundt cake.  I enjoy the heavy texture, and it's marvellous when topped with my Haagen-Daz Vanilla Swiss Almond.  Hubby likes it and it makes both of us happy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*P.S. After a check on the net, I learnt that any cakes made using a bundform cake pan forming a distinctive ring shape is a bundt cake.  So a bundt cake is defined by the looks of it.  :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819424731072874270-8609213265837114416?l=missusglad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missusglad.blogspot.com/feeds/8609213265837114416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819424731072874270&amp;postID=8609213265837114416' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819424731072874270/posts/default/8609213265837114416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819424731072874270/posts/default/8609213265837114416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missusglad.blogspot.com/2009/10/brown-sugar-bundt-cake.html' title='Brown Sugar Bundt Cake'/><author><name>Gladys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07312187451958146881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SX-rcRXMIuI/AAAAAAAAD-g/gplYt_DjhWg/S220/meme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SuT2RohuEkI/AAAAAAAAFxE/nKBiNJY0Y8k/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819424731072874270.post-5151451673223605999</id><published>2009-10-23T21:15:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T21:32:40.282-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping Loot</title><content type='html'>I haven't been bothered with packing &amp; really cleaning the apartment for some time.  Below was the state of my study room as of last week.  Bags and boxes of purchases, accumulated since Summer.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SuJkcMPQ67I/AAAAAAAAFws/YK6DoSmCxQw/s1600-h/IMG_7113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SuJkcMPQ67I/AAAAAAAAFws/YK6DoSmCxQw/s320/IMG_7113.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395985739027639218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Everything in the red rectangles were my shopping victories.  There were bags on top of bags, boxes piling up on one another.  I thought I've bought enough to last for 2 years, but after I started packing, I realised I hadn't exactly bought that much actually.  Those bags and boxes were deceiving; they contained more air &amp; paper than the actual loot. :(  Now that I've finished packing 3 boxes for our 1st shipment, I've cleared half of these clutter, enough space for my study chair to move around finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SuJkb3Wo7cI/AAAAAAAAFwk/2fDqlyZ7jz8/s1600-h/IMG_7125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SuJkb3Wo7cI/AAAAAAAAFwk/2fDqlyZ7jz8/s320/IMG_7125.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395985733421428162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Baby clothes, something I just couldn't resist buying.  Not that I'm preggers or we're planning for one soon, but since they're cheap and pretty, I thought I should start stocking up on them 1st.  I began with just the baby girl's wardrobe, then I thought I should also stock up on some boy's.  In case Dr. Shettles' method doesn't work on us...  Now that I look at the baby's wardrobe I've built up over the past year, I think I'm crazy!  Then I convinced myself that I can give some away as pressies in the future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819424731072874270-5151451673223605999?l=missusglad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missusglad.blogspot.com/feeds/5151451673223605999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819424731072874270&amp;postID=5151451673223605999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819424731072874270/posts/default/5151451673223605999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819424731072874270/posts/default/5151451673223605999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missusglad.blogspot.com/2009/10/shopping-loot.html' title='Shopping Loot'/><author><name>Gladys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07312187451958146881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SX-rcRXMIuI/AAAAAAAAD-g/gplYt_DjhWg/S220/meme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SuJkcMPQ67I/AAAAAAAAFws/YK6DoSmCxQw/s72-c/IMG_7113.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819424731072874270.post-3446749530915820072</id><published>2009-10-22T01:01:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T01:11:01.365-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Memory Keeper's Daughter</title><content type='html'>I cried buckets upon reaching the last chapters of the book about a year back. Tonight, I cried as much as I watched the movie on TV.  A great book by Kim Edwards.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819424731072874270-3446749530915820072?l=missusglad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missusglad.blogspot.com/feeds/3446749530915820072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819424731072874270&amp;postID=3446749530915820072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819424731072874270/posts/default/3446749530915820072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819424731072874270/posts/default/3446749530915820072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missusglad.blogspot.com/2009/10/memory-keepers-daughter.html' title='The Memory Keeper&apos;s Daughter'/><author><name>Gladys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07312187451958146881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SX-rcRXMIuI/AAAAAAAAD-g/gplYt_DjhWg/S220/meme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819424731072874270.post-5030209845809238332</id><published>2009-10-21T17:59:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T18:33:07.149-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Burn my Fats!</title><content type='html'>After a momth of hiatus from the gym, I almost died twice.  Once after a 30min jog on the treadmill yesterday, and after a 20min workout on the stepper just now.  I thought my heart was pounding out of my chest, and was grasping for air with all my might.  Still, I'm glad I was motivated enough for weights thereafter on both days.  I hope I can do 30mins each on the stepper, the treadmill and the weights station consecutively like before in no time.  I shall be disciplined enough to hit the gym at least thrice a week for the next 2 months...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those chocolates, cakes and cookies are making me fatter again!  Aaarggghhh...  I can never go without these gems, so I MUST burn the fats away!!!  Going for my kitkat bar now. Oh did I mentioned I'm very hooked on Snicker's Almond bar and Lindt's raisin &amp; nut choc block now?  I've them all stocked up in my kitchen, together with Chips Ahoy &amp; Keebler cookies!  yum yum...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819424731072874270-5030209845809238332?l=missusglad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missusglad.blogspot.com/feeds/5030209845809238332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819424731072874270&amp;postID=5030209845809238332' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819424731072874270/posts/default/5030209845809238332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819424731072874270/posts/default/5030209845809238332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missusglad.blogspot.com/2009/10/burn-my-fats.html' title='Burn my Fats!'/><author><name>Gladys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07312187451958146881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SX-rcRXMIuI/AAAAAAAAD-g/gplYt_DjhWg/S220/meme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819424731072874270.post-7411233839405233724</id><published>2009-10-19T19:41:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T19:43:26.837-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weather</title><content type='html'>It was 1 deg C early yesterday morning, and 23.5 deg C this noon.  CRAZY!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819424731072874270-7411233839405233724?l=missusglad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missusglad.blogspot.com/feeds/7411233839405233724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819424731072874270&amp;postID=7411233839405233724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819424731072874270/posts/default/7411233839405233724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819424731072874270/posts/default/7411233839405233724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missusglad.blogspot.com/2009/10/weather.html' title='Weather'/><author><name>Gladys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07312187451958146881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SX-rcRXMIuI/AAAAAAAAD-g/gplYt_DjhWg/S220/meme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819424731072874270.post-2823254229256805647</id><published>2009-10-18T02:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T02:54:35.919-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mickey Mouse</title><content type='html'>"Mickey Mouse" apartments?  No thanks!  It's pure insane that anyone will want to live in a house that's barely 300 square feet big.  2.5 times the size of a carpark lot?!  Isn't that just enough for a bed, a pair of side-tables and min. walking space?  Should this be socially acceptable?  As the government's promoting family bonding and supporting parenthood, our society seems to be encouraging singlehood instead.  I hope we or my next gerenation will not have to succumb to living like a mouse, making do with constrained tiny quarters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819424731072874270-2823254229256805647?l=missusglad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missusglad.blogspot.com/feeds/2823254229256805647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819424731072874270&amp;postID=2823254229256805647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819424731072874270/posts/default/2823254229256805647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819424731072874270/posts/default/2823254229256805647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missusglad.blogspot.com/2009/10/mickey-mouse.html' title='Mickey Mouse'/><author><name>Gladys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07312187451958146881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SX-rcRXMIuI/AAAAAAAAD-g/gplYt_DjhWg/S220/meme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819424731072874270.post-217241941886660990</id><published>2009-10-16T12:38:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T12:50:35.955-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dad</title><content type='html'>I just saw a short clip, and it says "No man can love you more than your Dad". I can't agree more. Perhaps as much, but definitely not more. So, shouldn't we love our Dads no less than any other men? I know I should, cos I'm one of my daddy's girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9ukUKsX7zng&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9ukUKsX7zng&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" 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/8819424731072874270-217241941886660990?l=missusglad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missusglad.blogspot.com/feeds/217241941886660990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819424731072874270&amp;postID=217241941886660990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819424731072874270/posts/default/217241941886660990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819424731072874270/posts/default/217241941886660990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missusglad.blogspot.com/2009/10/dad.html' title='Dad'/><author><name>Gladys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07312187451958146881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SX-rcRXMIuI/AAAAAAAAD-g/gplYt_DjhWg/S220/meme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819424731072874270.post-3931967759389121458</id><published>2009-10-15T22:52:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T00:07:17.835-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Beauty Talk</title><content type='html'>Horror of horrors!!!  I woke up to discover 2 &lt;strong&gt;deep&lt;/strong&gt; lines under my right eye this morning!!!  Is the one major sign of aging finally hitting me, or are the lines caused by the recent late nights and disturbed sleep?!  Of course I hoped it's due to the latter, and that these lines will be gone before I know it.  Or perhaps, the dry weather is making my drier skin creases easier now, and it may disappear once the oil secretion increases in the humid red dot.  Sigh...  Is my 6 years of religious application of SK-II eye gel coming to a naught?  And those Meiji collagen powder, I thought they are suppose to prevent the appearances of the duanting wrinkles?!  I'm so extremely perturbed by what I see in the mirror...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As my family's beauty and fashion consultant, Mummy has always tried her best to instill the habit of eye-cream and sunscreen application in us.  As Mum age with grace, I'm aging with the ugly folds!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was on the topic of how motherhood changes a woman with P today.  It set me thinking hard; will I turn out to be one of those lazy wives/ mothers?  I am not attractive to begin with, and so I need enhancers (read cosmetics) to look groomed.  As the saying goes, there aren't any ugly women around, but lazy ones.  I've always believe that one of the main duties of a wife is to stay as well groomed as possible.  Let's be honest, who will like to introduce their fat/ unattractive/ sloppily-dressed spouse to their friends or colleagues?  If you say you don't mind, stop being a scoundrel.  Have you never thought "if my spouse has those killer bodies" or "if she could squeeze into that tiny dress for me" or "I wonder how she'll look like with makeup"?  I've nothing against people on the big side due to genetic reasons, but I definitely disapprove of those (esp. the women) who let their weight balloon to an appalling number after child-birth/ marriage.  Some said it's a chore to take heed of what goes into your mouth, especially since you're taken.  Others said they need the massive energy to run after the kids.  Come on, if the other wives can look good, why can't the rest?  We don't see oursleves as often as our husbands &amp; kids see us.  So, give some respect to the man who toil hard at work!  They won't want to come home to a haggard/ wobbly wife for sure!  I pity those husbands who barely know how their wives look like with makeup on, as the last time they see these women looking pretty was on their wedding day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, why am I promoting incentives to look good?  Shouldn't this be a woman's basic instinct?  I may be on the route to aging, but I will try embrace that with much dignity and pride.  I need to constantly remind myself that I have to follow Mummy's footsteps; she's made Dad a proud hubby even after decades of marriage.  Melanin? Fashion disaster?  Never in Mom's dictionary, and I admire her for that.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*For those new mothers trying to shed that last few kilos, jia you!!!  It's now or never, so don't get exasperated yet!  Think of those lovely family portraits, where everyone is looking good.  Heh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**If you're reading this, I hope you'll be more motivated to tone those flabs up a little.  I will definitely prefer the old muscled body.  :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819424731072874270-3931967759389121458?l=missusglad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missusglad.blogspot.com/feeds/3931967759389121458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819424731072874270&amp;postID=3931967759389121458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819424731072874270/posts/default/3931967759389121458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819424731072874270/posts/default/3931967759389121458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missusglad.blogspot.com/2009/10/beauty-talk.html' title='Beauty Talk'/><author><name>Gladys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07312187451958146881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SX-rcRXMIuI/AAAAAAAAD-g/gplYt_DjhWg/S220/meme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819424731072874270.post-3782549268344170925</id><published>2009-10-12T20:14:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T20:27:38.253-05:00</updated><title type='text'>12 More Weeks</title><content type='html'>I hate to imagine what I will be doing at this time of e day, exactly 3 months from now.  Either I'm home rotting away with the airon on full-blast, or I'm shoving my way through the throng of crowd somewhere out there.  As much as I dread it, I have to prepare myself for the scourge.  SIGH~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good things always come to an end, but why?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819424731072874270-3782549268344170925?l=missusglad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missusglad.blogspot.com/feeds/3782549268344170925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819424731072874270&amp;postID=3782549268344170925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819424731072874270/posts/default/3782549268344170925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819424731072874270/posts/default/3782549268344170925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missusglad.blogspot.com/2009/10/12-more-weeks.html' title='12 More Weeks'/><author><name>Gladys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07312187451958146881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SX-rcRXMIuI/AAAAAAAAD-g/gplYt_DjhWg/S220/meme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819424731072874270.post-4976090497104115126</id><published>2009-10-10T13:31:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T20:21:29.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cold, Wet &amp; Dark Fall</title><content type='html'>How amazing is it that the temperature's able to dip more than 10 degree celsius in a week?  It's freaking cold now, and we're only about 2 weeks into Fall.  A wool coat + 2 interior layers weren't enough to keep me warm last night with a temp of 8.5 deg c and the gusty wind.  I wished I had my gloves and scarf with me, but isn't it too early for them now?  Things were made worsed when it rained for 2 long consecutive days.  I barely get to see the Sun till today, and I hope it continues to shine throughout the rest of Fall.  I hope too, that the weather permits me to wear my Fall coats more often before the boring Winter jackets have to made their reappearances again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* It's gonna hit 0 deg c tonight, right smack in the middle of October.  This is insane!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819424731072874270-4976090497104115126?l=missusglad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missusglad.blogspot.com/feeds/4976090497104115126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819424731072874270&amp;postID=4976090497104115126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819424731072874270/posts/default/4976090497104115126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819424731072874270/posts/default/4976090497104115126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missusglad.blogspot.com/2009/10/cold-wet-dark-fall.html' title='Cold, Wet &amp; Dark Fall'/><author><name>Gladys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07312187451958146881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SX-rcRXMIuI/AAAAAAAAD-g/gplYt_DjhWg/S220/meme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819424731072874270.post-824002177635069927</id><published>2009-10-08T20:21:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T21:38:27.924-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bag-fanatic?</title><content type='html'>Perhaps.  I did a rough calculation, and realised I got myself the 7th and 8th bag in 5 months today!  A 9th bag is out of stock and I'm on the wait-list, till new stocks arrive.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bag tells a lot about a woman, a little more than shoes I think.  A bag adds character to one's outlook and a touch of colour sometimes.  A nice bag is as important to a lady, as much as a good pair of watch is to a man.  Hence, it is essential to stock up on bags, as many as possible, for all kinds of occasions, different types of looks, and for self-satisfaction.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hitting the mall again tmr, amidst my exams preparations.  It's the Columbus Day weekend sales!  I'm so charged up for my studies now!  wahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope money will drop from the sky!  Money money money!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819424731072874270-824002177635069927?l=missusglad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missusglad.blogspot.com/feeds/824002177635069927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819424731072874270&amp;postID=824002177635069927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819424731072874270/posts/default/824002177635069927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819424731072874270/posts/default/824002177635069927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missusglad.blogspot.com/2009/10/bag-fanatic.html' title='Bag-fanatic?'/><author><name>Gladys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07312187451958146881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SX-rcRXMIuI/AAAAAAAAD-g/gplYt_DjhWg/S220/meme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819424731072874270.post-4207588551522898313</id><published>2009-10-02T22:36:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T22:54:13.053-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Frivolously Cluttered</title><content type='html'>It's time to mug again.  I can't believe this!  5 weeks of sch has past and the exams are drawing near again.  Though I only have a paper to prepare for this term, it sure will sap up lots of my precious time.  I simple hate accounting.  Give me maths, anytime!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reminded by Yvonne that in another 13 weeks time, we'll bid STL goodbye.  That sucks, to the core.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather is turning cold now.  No way to leave home without a sweater/coat in tow.  The leaves on the trees are starting to turn yellow/pink.  Quite a pretty sight, but I ain't enjoying what I see.  The time when the trees are bare, is the time when I need to leave this place for good.  I can still vividly remember last year this time, I can't wait for the trees to turn orange/gold completely.  Thereafter I was so bewitched by my surroundings, and jovially took in every single pretty sight at every turn.  Now, I hope these trees will turn to the hue of fresh light green all over again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate winter.  I hate it when everywhere I turn to, I see barren brown trees, dry lawns, lifeless roads, men in black coats.  The only colours I see around me are black, brown and white.  I felt like I lived in a colourless world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The surveyor from the shipment company came on Wed to do a pre-move inspection.  To my dismay and horror, he said I've exceeded my cargo space limit!!!  The only household who's utilized their quota to the max, he said.  To fit our stuff nicely into the allocated cargo, we have to shrink our stuff by 50cubic feet.  However, I'm not done with my shopping yet!  The kitchenware, my bags, shoes and clothes, and not forgetting erm... whatever random stuff that cross my mind?  No, I am quite adamant that I do not want to give up my Sealy mattress too!  Ggrrr...  and who was the one who told me our allotment will deinitely be more than enough???  I'm so torn and depressed whenever I have to decide between mattress/shopping. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, I went to Mills again today, and looted 2 big bags of goodies.  Seriously, Gap has the best stuff for coats, capris, and home wear.  No time for Banana Repulic and Bed Bath, but I'll go again after the 12th.  Heh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the Mid-Autumn Festival tmr, and we're holding a BBQ to celebrate.  What's new right?  Even the food are always almost an exact replica of the previous BBQ session.  However with 20 of the F-15 gang here, how else can we get together?  Steamboat and potluck are too much of a hassle and not feasible for such a crowd.  Dinner at a restuarant is boring, cos we can't get to mingle around with free-flow booze.  Free flow for me only, cos there are always too much for my liking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 8th month, 15th day of the Lunar calendar is an auspicious day for all things great.  Congrats to Gordon and Meiling, for getting married on this beautiful day, and to Elvin and Emily, for moving into their love nest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said my post will be frivolously cluttered, didn't I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*P.S. Kate Spade's double discount with the friends and family sales event is ending on Sunday.  Any more orders?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819424731072874270-4207588551522898313?l=missusglad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missusglad.blogspot.com/feeds/4207588551522898313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819424731072874270&amp;postID=4207588551522898313' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819424731072874270/posts/default/4207588551522898313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819424731072874270/posts/default/4207588551522898313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missusglad.blogspot.com/2009/10/frivolously-cluttered.html' title='Frivolously Cluttered'/><author><name>Gladys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07312187451958146881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SX-rcRXMIuI/AAAAAAAAD-g/gplYt_DjhWg/S220/meme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819424731072874270.post-2606132545717633015</id><published>2009-10-01T18:37:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T18:50:29.575-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Fragrant Yam Rice</title><content type='html'>We just had yam rice for dinner.  It's finger-licking good! Of cos, I cooked that, with a pot on the stove and absolutely no help from my defunct rice cooker. If you're surprised with my culinary skills, I can understand cos I'm amazed with myself too!  :p  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No pics of our palatable dinner cos I was too hungry to reach out for the camera; I just had to tuck in immediately to the piping hot bowl of fragrant rice.  Slurp!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819424731072874270-2606132545717633015?l=missusglad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missusglad.blogspot.com/feeds/2606132545717633015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819424731072874270&amp;postID=2606132545717633015' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819424731072874270/posts/default/2606132545717633015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819424731072874270/posts/default/2606132545717633015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missusglad.blogspot.com/2009/10/fragrant-yam-rice.html' title='Fragrant Yam Rice'/><author><name>Gladys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07312187451958146881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SX-rcRXMIuI/AAAAAAAAD-g/gplYt_DjhWg/S220/meme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819424731072874270.post-2604848497211177974</id><published>2009-09-26T02:52:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T03:56:43.953-05:00</updated><title type='text'>1st Step to Going Home</title><content type='html'>I've officially started packing for our shipment back.  It took me 1.5 hrs to individually wrap 20 pcs of Corelle dinnerware and 2 ornaments.  Am I slow or what?  I reckoned I'm going to spend the most time packing glassware, since they need to be bundled up separately in serveral layers of papers to prevent breakage.  Thus here I am, packing 2 months ahead of our final shipment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby has arranged to share our shipment with KY and SK, hence we're going to have 3 staggered shipments.  Perfect plan since I need to send my work clothes, shoes and bags back early in preparation for interviews, if there are any.  On the other hand, we will need our kitchenware and other necessities till Dec, and these will go in the last shipment.  Oh and those Kate Spade bags that you girls have ordered, they've all arrived in 2 huge boxes today.  I should be sending them back in my 2nd shipment, in time to distribute them when I'm back in Jan.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about Kate Spade, as I was doing my calculations on the amount spent on those bags (for you gals!!), I realised they are soooo freaking cheap!  At about 50-60% off the retail prices, they are easily 60-70% cheaper than those ridiculous prices in SIN!  For example, a full leather KS bag cost USD425, which could be about SGD700, was selling at only SGD190 during the outlet sales!  That's an insane 27% of its original price only!!!  I can't stop sneering at those silly wonkas who paid SGD500 for a KS nylon bag while I only paid SGD150 for mine.  Wahahaha!  How can I curb myself from shopping here?!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright I've digressed, but I just have to comment on how ridiculously cheap stuffs here are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to my packing.  I can't wait for those empty boxes to arrive soon, cos there's going to be no space for footing in my studyroom soon.  My bags of purchases are strewn all over the floor.  Boxes of online buys are randomly (read disorderly) stacked on the empty spots I found.  The mess is really such a pitiful sight.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Packing is such a chore.  Unpacking is nerve-wrecking.  Doing these twice in 18 months is pure nightmare!!!  We literally packed our entire home in boxes, unpacked them here more than a year ago, and now I am repacking them to have them unpacked again in 4 months time.  I'm working harder than a fruit packer.  At least they get to eat free fresh fruits while they pack.  Me?  I breathe and eat dust while I'm at work.  And the worst part, it feels so depressing to take that 1st step into preparing to leave STL for good...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819424731072874270-2604848497211177974?l=missusglad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missusglad.blogspot.com/feeds/2604848497211177974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819424731072874270&amp;postID=2604848497211177974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819424731072874270/posts/default/2604848497211177974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819424731072874270/posts/default/2604848497211177974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missusglad.blogspot.com/2009/09/1st-step-to-going-home.html' title='1st Step to Going Home'/><author><name>Gladys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07312187451958146881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SX-rcRXMIuI/AAAAAAAAD-g/gplYt_DjhWg/S220/meme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819424731072874270.post-1903863911921041084</id><published>2009-09-24T20:39:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T21:28:10.446-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Poignant</title><content type='html'>I chose to take a longer route home after school today.  The scenic and quiet drive was necessary for me to gather some thoughts, and clear my mind.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year this time, I was welcoming Fall with much gusto.  When I arrived home today, I was perturbed to be greeted by a pink shrub by the doorway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/Srwowsx5PNI/AAAAAAAAFwc/CX9to_pnrTw/s1600-h/IMG_0057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/Srwowsx5PNI/AAAAAAAAFwc/CX9to_pnrTw/s320/IMG_0057.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385224071547534546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  The pink shrub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SrwowP4rluI/AAAAAAAAFwU/gnEUKIz5SHM/s1600-h/IMG_0058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SrwowP4rluI/AAAAAAAAFwU/gnEUKIz5SHM/s320/IMG_0058.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385224063791372002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  It's other half still in green, at the other side of the doorway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SrwovvnzaxI/AAAAAAAAFwM/muIswWkiVQc/s1600-h/IMG_0059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SrwovvnzaxI/AAAAAAAAFwM/muIswWkiVQc/s320/IMG_0059.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385224055130647314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Another counterpart few steps away, already totally bare.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819424731072874270-1903863911921041084?l=missusglad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missusglad.blogspot.com/feeds/1903863911921041084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819424731072874270&amp;postID=1903863911921041084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819424731072874270/posts/default/1903863911921041084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819424731072874270/posts/default/1903863911921041084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missusglad.blogspot.com/2009/09/poignant.html' title='Poignant'/><author><name>Gladys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07312187451958146881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SX-rcRXMIuI/AAAAAAAAD-g/gplYt_DjhWg/S220/meme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/Srwowsx5PNI/AAAAAAAAFwc/CX9to_pnrTw/s72-c/IMG_0057.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819424731072874270.post-6872207226253564278</id><published>2009-09-23T12:41:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T17:33:31.481-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>饭</title><content type='html'>Just as when the sack of rice was depleted last week, the rice cooker decided to die on me.  Very good.  To begin with, I was never exactly into cooking; I cook more for health reasons since dining out often doesn't do justice to the heart and waist.  Now without a rice cooker, I absolutely dread preparing dinner.  To watch over the stove for 30 mins is a feat!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819424731072874270-6872207226253564278?l=missusglad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missusglad.blogspot.com/feeds/6872207226253564278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819424731072874270&amp;postID=6872207226253564278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819424731072874270/posts/default/6872207226253564278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819424731072874270/posts/default/6872207226253564278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missusglad.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html' title='饭'/><author><name>Gladys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07312187451958146881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SX-rcRXMIuI/AAAAAAAAD-g/gplYt_DjhWg/S220/meme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819424731072874270.post-8053694626274251569</id><published>2009-09-22T19:57:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T20:55:02.794-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Are u there, Vodka?</title><content type='html'>Alcohol intoxication - I'm thirsting for it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am seriously in need of a good night out, filled with alcohol and my trusty pals.  I want to dance till the lights come on and laugh till my jaw drop.  How I miss those crazy times with my girlfriends, getting wasted night after night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet now when I think of a clubbing buddy, I realised I've got none.  They have all either embarked onto another phase of their lives (read motherhood), or have decided to never look back on alcohol.  What's so bad about wines, martinis, vodka and cognac?  It's all about getting that kind of satisfaction &amp; happiness that can't be achieved anywhere else, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should start searching for a drinking buddy all over again...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819424731072874270-8053694626274251569?l=missusglad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missusglad.blogspot.com/feeds/8053694626274251569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819424731072874270&amp;postID=8053694626274251569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819424731072874270/posts/default/8053694626274251569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819424731072874270/posts/default/8053694626274251569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missusglad.blogspot.com/2009/09/get-me-some-vodka.html' title='Are u there, Vodka?'/><author><name>Gladys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07312187451958146881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SX-rcRXMIuI/AAAAAAAAD-g/gplYt_DjhWg/S220/meme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819424731072874270.post-5304722058714266574</id><published>2009-09-20T00:55:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T22:13:55.249-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Month of Celebrations</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday Dearest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SrXEofivvtI/AAAAAAAAFv0/5CDXbsR_yV4/s1600-h/taylormade_r7CGBMax.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 122px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SrXEofivvtI/AAAAAAAAFv0/5CDXbsR_yV4/s320/taylormade_r7CGBMax.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383425129532341970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  A Taylormade R7 driver, his bday pressie upon his request.  Nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SrXGIc8neqI/AAAAAAAAFv8/c4r9nk2YjHs/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 227px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SrXGIc8neqI/AAAAAAAAFv8/c4r9nk2YjHs/s320/1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383426778102987426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  We celebrated our wedding anniversary with fresh seafood @ Bristol just 4 days ago.  I was surprised we were able to find really fresh seafood in STL; the seared scallops and lobster mac &amp; cheese were soooo good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SrXIevMOfFI/AAAAAAAAFwE/UARlvu1nWrA/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 118px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SrXIevMOfFI/AAAAAAAAFwE/UARlvu1nWrA/s320/2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383429359980674130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  My bday's round the corner, and Hubby got me the red epi Sarah.  Received it yesterday, but am now thinking of exchanging it for the black instead.  Red is my all-time fav colour, but black is sleek enough for a long-time use. *Indecisive*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Updated on 09/21:  I've changed it to the black Brazza instead!  :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819424731072874270-5304722058714266574?l=missusglad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missusglad.blogspot.com/feeds/5304722058714266574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819424731072874270&amp;postID=5304722058714266574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819424731072874270/posts/default/5304722058714266574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819424731072874270/posts/default/5304722058714266574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missusglad.blogspot.com/2009/09/month-of-celebrations.html' title='A Month of Celebrations'/><author><name>Gladys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07312187451958146881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SX-rcRXMIuI/AAAAAAAAD-g/gplYt_DjhWg/S220/meme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SrXEofivvtI/AAAAAAAAFv0/5CDXbsR_yV4/s72-c/taylormade_r7CGBMax.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819424731072874270.post-5176136374997639207</id><published>2009-09-18T10:53:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T21:14:29.602-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More Family Matters</title><content type='html'>Mummy just msned me to say "I miss you, for not going lunch with me.  Sometimes quite bored now.  You used to call me out for lunch and shopping when you're not working."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah I miss those mum-daughter high-tea and shopping trips too, which took place once every fortnight during my off days in the past.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's such a struggle and a nasty feeling.  I am absolutely not looking forward to going back to SIN, to slog @ work, and to lead a high-stress life.  Yet I miss my family and friends to bits.  sigh....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819424731072874270-5176136374997639207?l=missusglad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missusglad.blogspot.com/feeds/5176136374997639207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819424731072874270&amp;postID=5176136374997639207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819424731072874270/posts/default/5176136374997639207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819424731072874270/posts/default/5176136374997639207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missusglad.blogspot.com/2009/09/more-family-matters.html' title='More Family Matters'/><author><name>Gladys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07312187451958146881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SX-rcRXMIuI/AAAAAAAAD-g/gplYt_DjhWg/S220/meme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819424731072874270.post-8566132374971770736</id><published>2009-09-15T17:43:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T19:08:58.084-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love My Family, Tons!</title><content type='html'>I received a long "letter" from Mel this morning.  It of cos wasn't one of the most pleasant thing to wake up to in the morning, but I am so glad she'd told me what she has been feeling.  A lot of grievances, and tons of emotions.  Yet, as the eldest sis, I am extremely touched how much my opinions and thoughts affected her.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family means more than anything else in the world to me.  My loving and devoted parents, the two silly but extremely intellegent geese, and my hubby are my everything.  I have always seek support from my parents in all the major decisions I'd made in life.  Likewise, my younger sis will look up to me for some form of encouragement. As part of a close-knitted family, why didn't I think of how much pain I had caused when I showed my disapproval?  I'm disappointed with myself for causing emotional distress to the little goose.  Albeit all these anguish, I'm glad we're still as close as ever, and that I play an important role in Mel's life.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm proud of my 2 silly geese, one of whom had graduated from Law sch and is now working in one of the top and largest law firms in Singapore.  The other is in Medical school, nurturing to be one of the best &amp; most dedicated doctors (perhaps a pediatrician?) around!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Marvellous Family &amp; I:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SrAgjlHOLOI/AAAAAAAAFvs/JOB5IUtY3pM/s1600-h/a+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SrAgjlHOLOI/AAAAAAAAFvs/JOB5IUtY3pM/s320/a+010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381837350337653986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Taken 3 years ago on Geri's 21st bday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SrAgi-jDxqI/AAAAAAAAFvk/l372JN1xuPE/s1600-h/blessed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SrAgi-jDxqI/AAAAAAAAFvk/l372JN1xuPE/s320/blessed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381837339985430178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Taken 2 years ago on Larry &amp; Jenny's wedding night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SrAgiZpROsI/AAAAAAAAFvc/djqrsD4VzgA/s1600-h/n690351537_937785_123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SrAgiZpROsI/AAAAAAAAFvc/djqrsD4VzgA/s320/n690351537_937785_123.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381837330079365826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Taken last year, while sending Mel off in T3.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819424731072874270-8566132374971770736?l=missusglad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missusglad.blogspot.com/feeds/8566132374971770736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819424731072874270&amp;postID=8566132374971770736' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819424731072874270/posts/default/8566132374971770736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819424731072874270/posts/default/8566132374971770736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missusglad.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-love-my-family-tons.html' title='I Love My Family, Tons!'/><author><name>Gladys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07312187451958146881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SX-rcRXMIuI/AAAAAAAAD-g/gplYt_DjhWg/S220/meme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SrAgjlHOLOI/AAAAAAAAFvs/JOB5IUtY3pM/s72-c/a+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819424731072874270.post-8510576935848347458</id><published>2009-09-13T12:05:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T12:29:16.546-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Float Trip @ Meramec River</title><content type='html'>Float trip?  Blah!  It's definitely NOT a float trip, kid me not.  I was told we don't really have to canoe much, but just float down the river together with the current.  Instead, we took 6 hours yesterday to CANOE down the long winding 10 miles river, with some breaks in between.  Now, I wake up with excruciating ache on both shoulders.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We should have gone during Falls actually.  The scenary will be awesome with the yellow and gold leaves, and perhaps make me feel a lot better while I paddle the hell out of myself.  :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/Sq0pJG9cNTI/AAAAAAAAFu8/HqOR8jCnhl4/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/Sq0pJG9cNTI/AAAAAAAAFu8/HqOR8jCnhl4/s320/1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381002366241486130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Me, hard at work while hubby snapped away happily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/Sq0pI2djgoI/AAAAAAAAFu0/fxOVkLr5ZZ0/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/Sq0pI2djgoI/AAAAAAAAFu0/fxOVkLr5ZZ0/s320/2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381002361812779650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Meramec River.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/Sq0pIVslHMI/AAAAAAAAFus/TRkza2D5rN0/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/Sq0pIVslHMI/AAAAAAAAFus/TRkza2D5rN0/s320/3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381002353017429186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  A break at the "gravel bar", which is just a gravel patch with no physical bar in sight.  Boo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/Sq0pH_72vYI/AAAAAAAAFuk/Jl01iFXCE0A/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/Sq0pH_72vYI/AAAAAAAAFuk/Jl01iFXCE0A/s320/4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381002347175918978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  A one-minute break for pictures, while I take in all the beautiful sights.  But seriously I was too grouchy after all that tedious work to really enjoy much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/Sq0pHjcR4LI/AAAAAAAAFuc/jrhtN2BP3hY/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/Sq0pHjcR4LI/AAAAAAAAFuc/jrhtN2BP3hY/s320/5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381002339527286962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Preparing for lunch at another gravel bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/Sq0qaJY3mnI/AAAAAAAAFvU/sUmVz70z9uk/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/Sq0qaJY3mnI/AAAAAAAAFvU/sUmVz70z9uk/s320/6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381003758462802546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  My first meal cooked in a primitive way!  I'm impresssed that Ed took only 5 mins to get the fire going with stones, branches, twigs and paper.  Nice!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819424731072874270-8510576935848347458?l=missusglad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missusglad.blogspot.com/feeds/8510576935848347458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819424731072874270&amp;postID=8510576935848347458' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819424731072874270/posts/default/8510576935848347458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819424731072874270/posts/default/8510576935848347458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missusglad.blogspot.com/2009/09/float-trip-meramec-river.html' title='Float Trip @ Meramec River'/><author><name>Gladys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07312187451958146881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SX-rcRXMIuI/AAAAAAAAD-g/gplYt_DjhWg/S220/meme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/Sq0pJG9cNTI/AAAAAAAAFu8/HqOR8jCnhl4/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819424731072874270.post-2880681265185637444</id><published>2009-09-11T02:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T03:20:16.701-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Infinite Savings?</title><content type='html'>As an avid fan of Dermalogica products, I'm glad to purchase them at about 60% the prices in Singapore here in the States.  I received some coupons from Beauty First, and decided to use them for stocking up on Dermalogica.  Went down to the store yesterday and bought what I'll need for the next year's usuage.  Was extremely thrilled with the huge amount of savings and I just had to annouce my achievement to Hubby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy me:  Hey I bought my one year's worth of Dermalogica products liao!  I saved almost half leh with my coupons and the current promotion they're having!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby (trying to sound like he's interested):  What did you buy this time round?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Large cleanser and moisturizer, scrub and mask, and a free toner.  All 5 items cost me USD150 only!  These would have easily cost me more than SGD350.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby:  Oh... Good lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  I saved almost SGD150, very happy leh.  Btw, I used ur card for my purchases today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby paused for awhile before he continued:  You saved an infinite amount lor.  It's not just SGD150.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Huh?  No lah I saved around SGD150.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby:  U used my card leh!  So u didn't pay for anything what.  $x divide by zero is infinity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Oh yah hor...  *giggled while I quietly walked away*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL!!!  How true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I shall try to get some afew winks now, before getting up early for gym n shopping in the morning!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819424731072874270-2880681265185637444?l=missusglad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missusglad.blogspot.com/feeds/2880681265185637444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819424731072874270&amp;postID=2880681265185637444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819424731072874270/posts/default/2880681265185637444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819424731072874270/posts/default/2880681265185637444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missusglad.blogspot.com/2009/09/infinite-savings.html' title='Infinite Savings?'/><author><name>Gladys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07312187451958146881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SX-rcRXMIuI/AAAAAAAAD-g/gplYt_DjhWg/S220/meme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819424731072874270.post-6038456885945996425</id><published>2009-09-11T02:43:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T21:10:31.361-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Insomnia Again!</title><content type='html'>I'm an insomniac; officially.  I've been drifting in and out of insomnia for the past year or so.  It hits me in phases, and I don't know when it'll occur or why am I sufferring from this illness.  What I do know is that I should definitely stay away from caffeine.  Coke, all sorts of tea (even bubble green tea!), green tea ice-cream, and of course coffee will make my brain extremely alert.  Insomia comes and stays for up to a week, and then it usually leaves me alone for two months or so before it creeps onto me again.  The last 4 months I was left alone, to much relieve.  Perhaps cos the long holidays were stress-free, or maybe the regular gym sessions helped.  I'm pretty much clueless what causes insomnia in me.  It's seriously affecting me alot, especially when I'm one who needs at least 8 hours of sleep everynight.  Tonight, it's my 7th night wide awake at this weird hour.  Just when I needed some wine to make myself feel drowsy, I ran out of it.  Damn!  My eyes can barely remain open now, yet when I lie on the bed, tons of activities are carried out in my brain.  What is wrong with me??!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819424731072874270-6038456885945996425?l=missusglad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missusglad.blogspot.com/feeds/6038456885945996425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819424731072874270&amp;postID=6038456885945996425' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819424731072874270/posts/default/6038456885945996425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819424731072874270/posts/default/6038456885945996425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missusglad.blogspot.com/2009/09/insomnia-again.html' title='Insomnia Again!'/><author><name>Gladys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07312187451958146881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SX-rcRXMIuI/AAAAAAAAD-g/gplYt_DjhWg/S220/meme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819424731072874270.post-2339711372024569790</id><published>2009-09-09T21:08:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T21:15:20.206-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Sweet &amp; Sour Pork</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/Sqhga5bKwgI/AAAAAAAAFuU/N8GRpGKrVsM/s1600-h/IMG_6817.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/Sqhga5bKwgI/AAAAAAAAFuU/N8GRpGKrVsM/s320/IMG_6817.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379655770101694978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  This is what we had for dinner tonight.  Quite a good job for a first attempt huh?  Of course it's as tasty as it looks! ;P  No more of this in my kitchen again, not at least in a year or two.  Frying is such a hassel!  Lucky I'm not a fan of deep fried food.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819424731072874270-2339711372024569790?l=missusglad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missusglad.blogspot.com/feeds/2339711372024569790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819424731072874270&amp;postID=2339711372024569790' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819424731072874270/posts/default/2339711372024569790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819424731072874270/posts/default/2339711372024569790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missusglad.blogspot.com/2009/09/sweet-sour-pork.html' title='Sweet &amp; Sour Pork'/><author><name>Gladys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07312187451958146881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SX-rcRXMIuI/AAAAAAAAD-g/gplYt_DjhWg/S220/meme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/Sqhga5bKwgI/AAAAAAAAFuU/N8GRpGKrVsM/s72-c/IMG_6817.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819424731072874270.post-4930149363936784542</id><published>2009-09-08T23:19:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T21:19:32.604-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Mooncakes</title><content type='html'>It's the time of the year again!  I absolutely adore mooncakes, especially the Teochew-styled yam-filled ones, the durain mooncakes, and of course the traditional lotus paste gems.  It doesn't matter how many yolks are in there, I love them all, even if they're without the yolks!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought a box of Guangzhou-made lotus paste mooncakes with double yolks from Olive market today.  They tasted heavenly!  It was of a different brand from the one I bought last year, and cost double the price at USD20.  Still, I thought it was a steal, considering the steep price of good mooncakes sold in SIN.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come next year this time, I must feast on tons of the durain mooncakes from Goodwood Park Hotel to make up for the 2 years of cravings!  Oh and those fried mooncakes filled with yam too!  Just the thought of these darlings is making me drool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time to hit the gym religiously again, as I forsee myself piling on more calories in the coming weeks.  I should plan a strict gym routine after class, seriously...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819424731072874270-4930149363936784542?l=missusglad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missusglad.blogspot.com/feeds/4930149363936784542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819424731072874270&amp;postID=4930149363936784542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819424731072874270/posts/default/4930149363936784542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819424731072874270/posts/default/4930149363936784542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missusglad.blogspot.com/2009/09/mooncakes.html' title='Mooncakes'/><author><name>Gladys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07312187451958146881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SX-rcRXMIuI/AAAAAAAAD-g/gplYt_DjhWg/S220/meme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819424731072874270.post-174464488859713583</id><published>2009-09-05T01:24:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T01:45:30.589-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Weekend Again!</title><content type='html'>It's Labor Day this coming Monday!  For once, there isn't any trip planned over a long weekend.  Such a waste.  We're suppose to drive 5 hrs to the Aurora Outlet in Chicago, but I've decided against it since my cash reserves are running super low.  Hotel and petrol costs will add up to quite a substantial amount, enough to buy 10 tops perhaps.  I reckoned it's better that I save up for the Black Friday sales in nov instead.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ironically, I kicked start the Labor Day sales by hitting the malls just as when they opened this morning.  Grabbed a couple of good buys at our usual hunts, Gap and Banana Republic.  No outlet trip doesn't mean no shopping.  It just restricts my purchases since there are only limited brand names in STL Mills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopping in Mills wasn't as satisfying as we thought it will be.  Thus, PS &amp; I decided we should brave the 3 hr-drive to Osage (the nearest outlet) this Monday.  I don't know if I should rejoice or despair.  It just feels weird to not visit an outlet during a Federal Holiday.  I don't want to miss out on any good buys, yet I don't want to go back to an empty bank accout.  I'm such a contradict and a loser.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, plans for the next 2 coming holdays are sort of confirmed.  Seattle and Vancouver during the Thanksgiving week, and Yellowstone- Wyoming, LA and Tokyo in December.  That's all for U.S.  Thereafter, it'll be Singapore for good...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** Last year this time we were holidaying in Chicago, slurping up bloody steak in Morton's.  How I wish I could turn back the clock!  Sigh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819424731072874270-174464488859713583?l=missusglad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missusglad.blogspot.com/feeds/174464488859713583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819424731072874270&amp;postID=174464488859713583' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819424731072874270/posts/default/174464488859713583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819424731072874270/posts/default/174464488859713583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missusglad.blogspot.com/2009/09/long-weekend-again.html' title='Long Weekend Again!'/><author><name>Gladys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07312187451958146881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SX-rcRXMIuI/AAAAAAAAD-g/gplYt_DjhWg/S220/meme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819424731072874270.post-1506977162413370259</id><published>2009-09-03T00:56:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T21:06:39.179-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Time &amp; Weather</title><content type='html'>Last year this time, as I sat in in the classroom for Tuesdays evening lessons, the setting sun will be blinding my eyes at somewhere between 8.00-8.15pm.  Two days in the same room, the same sun was blinding my eyes at around 7.15pm!  No doubt the days are starting to get shorter now, but why the vast difference within a year?!  I recall the sky turned dark only around 9pm this time last year, but it's now dark by 8.30pm, sometimes by 8!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer days are so much cooler now, with temperature hoovering at around 20 degree celsius.  It's depressing enough to know that Fall is drawing very near, and much more perturb to FEEL like it's Fall already. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** I just sinned, for I had a packetful of instant noodle 15mins before I hit my bed.  Sigh....  Gdnight folks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819424731072874270-1506977162413370259?l=missusglad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missusglad.blogspot.com/feeds/1506977162413370259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819424731072874270&amp;postID=1506977162413370259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819424731072874270/posts/default/1506977162413370259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819424731072874270/posts/default/1506977162413370259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missusglad.blogspot.com/2009/09/time-weather.html' title='Time &amp; Weather'/><author><name>Gladys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07312187451958146881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SX-rcRXMIuI/AAAAAAAAD-g/gplYt_DjhWg/S220/meme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819424731072874270.post-8251478485161450270</id><published>2009-09-01T21:48:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T22:04:03.852-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Preggers</title><content type='html'>As I am writing this entry, one of my besties is in the labour ward.  I can imagine her screaming her lungs out n squinting her eyes while she is trying to push with all her might.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From this day on, our lives will never be the same with the arrival of a beautiful princess!  More significantly, no more clubbing and no more getting sloshed.  Yet I don't mind being the princess' nanny during our coffee trips.  :p  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't imagine going back to be greeted by my girlfriends, and BABIES!!!  A good friend had given birth to a boy 6 months back, and 2 friends from the same group are now preggers with one trying to get pregnant.  Just a couple of minutes ago, I received a msg on FB from the wife of one of hubby's good old pal, informing me of her first pregnancy.  And last nite, G annouced her pregnancy over dinner too.  I'm suddenly soooooooo excited with all the babies popping out, and am extremely overwhelmed by all the pregnancies around me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, I think I am not ready for the pain and torture one has to go through during a pregnancy.  As much as my galfriends are trying their best to educate me about the "ups" and "downs" of a pregnancy, I am still having jitters at the thought of myself carrying a huge tummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least for the next yr or so, I do not have to be concerned with morning sickness, stretch marks n all that loot.  It may be a blessing for me now, but I guess I will also be green with envy when I see my gal pals with their prized possessions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***A, jiayou!!!  I'll pray for u, and God is watching over u and ur gal.  =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819424731072874270-8251478485161450270?l=missusglad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missusglad.blogspot.com/feeds/8251478485161450270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819424731072874270&amp;postID=8251478485161450270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819424731072874270/posts/default/8251478485161450270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819424731072874270/posts/default/8251478485161450270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missusglad.blogspot.com/2009/09/preggers.html' title='Preggers'/><author><name>Gladys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07312187451958146881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SX-rcRXMIuI/AAAAAAAAD-g/gplYt_DjhWg/S220/meme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819424731072874270.post-4914773217317185207</id><published>2009-09-01T00:03:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T21:03:31.565-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ouch!!!</title><content type='html'>It hurts, badly.  School started today, and that is how I felt the entire day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a bad dream last night. It was my first day back in SIN for good, and I was extremely lost.  Looking back on the 18 months spent in STL, I was utterly disappointed with myself.  Nothing spectacular was achieved and I've wasted 13,140 hours rotting my life away.  I was devastated that I've not done a single voluntary work, not bought enough clothes/bags/shoes, not learnt to be a better person.  It hurts so much when I woke up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner at Han Gook Kwan made up for it, partially.  Though it was not as yummilicious as the Korean BBQ we had in KOBA months ago, it was a free meal from hubby's boss.  (He flew in again for a meeting.)  Which free meal isn't good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to drop one of the 3 courses I am taking this term.  If I could rid the Tuesday evening class, I should seriously scout for a humanitarian work.  I've sinned too much.  It's payback time.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt like I'm overwhelmed by emotional waves now.  I get easily depressed whenever the topic of our departure surfaces.  I get upset, jealous, defeated, and everything negative.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, show me the light, and some love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819424731072874270-4914773217317185207?l=missusglad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missusglad.blogspot.com/feeds/4914773217317185207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819424731072874270&amp;postID=4914773217317185207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819424731072874270/posts/default/4914773217317185207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819424731072874270/posts/default/4914773217317185207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missusglad.blogspot.com/2009/09/ouch.html' title='Ouch!!!'/><author><name>Gladys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07312187451958146881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SX-rcRXMIuI/AAAAAAAAD-g/gplYt_DjhWg/S220/meme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819424731072874270.post-2971987277195959221</id><published>2009-08-30T01:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T01:07:16.789-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost</title><content type='html'>Last day of my 4-month long Summer break...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819424731072874270-2971987277195959221?l=missusglad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missusglad.blogspot.com/feeds/2971987277195959221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819424731072874270&amp;postID=2971987277195959221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819424731072874270/posts/default/2971987277195959221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819424731072874270/posts/default/2971987277195959221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missusglad.blogspot.com/2009/08/lost.html' title='Lost'/><author><name>Gladys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07312187451958146881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SX-rcRXMIuI/AAAAAAAAD-g/gplYt_DjhWg/S220/meme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819424731072874270.post-618148264259631764</id><published>2009-08-27T23:40:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T00:37:20.489-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ecstatic!!!</title><content type='html'>I finally found the book I've been searching for for years!!!  Not literally though, but almost.  &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Rapture_of_Canaan"&gt;The Rapture of Canaan&lt;/a&gt; by Sheri Reynolds is THE BEST book I've read in my entire life.  I cried buckets the night I finished it and was very much affected by the entire story for the next couple of days thereafter.  I never knew life could be so cruel yet atoning.  I've never "met" anyone like Sheri Reynolds who is able to produce a novel that makes the reader feel so much pain.  Pain for a young girl who is torn between a warped religion and morals.  I've always hated stories with anything less than a happy ending, but this is definitely a great read!!!  A book that emphasizes on devotion in life's hardships and family love, on how much pain a young girl is willing to suffer for her loved ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since it is such a magnificent book, I've recommended &amp; lent it to numerous friends.  The last was perhaps 10 years ago, and I totally had no recollection who was the last person who laid hands on my precious book.  It went around for a long time and never came back to me, ever again.  Given my puny memory, I could not even recall the title of my favourite book, except that it has the word "Canaan" or "Cannan" or "Cannon".  I'd spent hours &amp; days searching for books with such words on the net during the past years, all to no avail.  Finally today God was good, and it took me less than 5 mins to find it on Amazon!  So yes!!!  I am sooooo going to purchase this prized read!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SpdnZ5QsZWI/AAAAAAAAFtU/ul1YuvXjyio/s1600-h/200px-SheriReynolds_TheRaptureOfCanaan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 298px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SpdnZ5QsZWI/AAAAAAAAFtU/ul1YuvXjyio/s320/200px-SheriReynolds_TheRaptureOfCanaan.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374878374855206242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  ***P.S.  Dear friends, does this picture ring a bell to you?  Did you spot this book on your shelf and think it does not belong to you?  If yes, it could be the one I'm looking for!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***By looking at the number of reviews on Amazon, it sure is a must-have on all bookshelves!  It could not be anything far less than the best to be choosen as an Oprah Book Club Pick title too.  I'm not kidding!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819424731072874270-618148264259631764?l=missusglad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missusglad.blogspot.com/feeds/618148264259631764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819424731072874270&amp;postID=618148264259631764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819424731072874270/posts/default/618148264259631764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819424731072874270/posts/default/618148264259631764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missusglad.blogspot.com/2009/08/ecstatic.html' title='Ecstatic!!!'/><author><name>Gladys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07312187451958146881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SX-rcRXMIuI/AAAAAAAAD-g/gplYt_DjhWg/S220/meme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SpdnZ5QsZWI/AAAAAAAAFtU/ul1YuvXjyio/s72-c/200px-SheriReynolds_TheRaptureOfCanaan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819424731072874270.post-6941873899915185544</id><published>2009-08-25T23:59:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T00:55:54.190-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yakkety Yak</title><content type='html'>I know, I haven't been updating as much as I should.  Nah, school's not starting in another 5 days time.  That probably explains the lack of posts recently.  With hardly any precious time left, I've been TRYING to fill my Summer days doing the things I love.  However, now that I think back on what I have really been doing these past weeks, I recall nothing except the daily morning gym sessions and the occassional shopping/luncheons/tea/golf.  I've tried, but it seems like I hadn't done anything absolutely productive other than hitting the gym diligently.  I've definitely squandered a copious amount of time on my lappie unconstructively.  Yet here I am whining about how time whizzes by without my knowledge.  Yes, I'm such a true blue grouch.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will be embracing Fall in another 4 weeks time.  This Summer has been great, though I wish it could have been better with more outings to some new places around STL.  A paintball session, I thought we ought to have one since Spring?  Complacent again, but I can't help it, especially with only another 4 more months to the big farewell.  Anyways, I'm genuinely glad that Hubby planned for the Miami/Bahamas trip.  He brought me to the WWE (formerly known as the WWF) Summerslam act and the Naked Bike Ride event too, which were both quite an experience.  We went to our second- most likely our last too- Cardinals match (vs. Houston Astro) today, tickets courtesy of Olin.  A nice way to end Summer, almost.  I'm sure you would have checked out the pictures posted on Facebook for the various "adventures"; I'm too lazy to resize them for blogger or to upload them to Picasa.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It appears that I will not have enought time to fnish the books I've bought.  A huge disappointment, especailly when I am more than a book behind schedule.  Recently no matter how hard I tried to stick to the nightly reading agenda, there is always something on the net that allures me otherwise.  A good-buy from Amazon/ one of the online sites, some enthralling reads from Wiki, or amusing updates from Facebook.  On most nights, something is sure to draw me away from my books, and tonight, it is my blog.  By hook or by crook, I have to finish "The Kite Runner" and "The Black Swan" by this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's bedtime again.  Wish my bones all the best for tmr's 18-hole golf.  Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819424731072874270-6941873899915185544?l=missusglad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missusglad.blogspot.com/feeds/6941873899915185544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819424731072874270&amp;postID=6941873899915185544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819424731072874270/posts/default/6941873899915185544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819424731072874270/posts/default/6941873899915185544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missusglad.blogspot.com/2009/08/yakkety-yak.html' title='Yakkety Yak'/><author><name>Gladys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07312187451958146881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SX-rcRXMIuI/AAAAAAAAD-g/gplYt_DjhWg/S220/meme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819424731072874270.post-4878103141652079320</id><published>2009-08-22T14:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T14:57:28.297-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MakeUp</title><content type='html'>I'm currently extremely hooked on Make Up For Ever's Aqua Creamliner.  It glides on so smoothly, and stays on my greasy lids the entire day!  Went for a free makeup lesson at Sephora 2 days ago with PS.  Since the moment the MU artist defined our eyes with the mini pot of miracle cream, I was obsessed with it.  Get yours from Sephora today!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819424731072874270-4878103141652079320?l=missusglad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missusglad.blogspot.com/feeds/4878103141652079320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819424731072874270&amp;postID=4878103141652079320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819424731072874270/posts/default/4878103141652079320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819424731072874270/posts/default/4878103141652079320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missusglad.blogspot.com/2009/08/makeup.html' title='MakeUp'/><author><name>Gladys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07312187451958146881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SX-rcRXMIuI/AAAAAAAAD-g/gplYt_DjhWg/S220/meme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819424731072874270.post-8709666691560952037</id><published>2009-08-18T23:07:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T23:17:15.794-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>Venice Venice Venice</title><content type='html'>I want to go Venice!!!  Within the next on year, if that is possible.  JY, please get married soon!!!  If you are reading this...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Vaporetto, the classic gondola ride...  I wish I can fly to Italy soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819424731072874270-8709666691560952037?l=missusglad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missusglad.blogspot.com/feeds/8709666691560952037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819424731072874270&amp;postID=8709666691560952037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819424731072874270/posts/default/8709666691560952037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819424731072874270/posts/default/8709666691560952037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missusglad.blogspot.com/2009/08/venice-venice-venice.html' title='Venice Venice Venice'/><author><name>Gladys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07312187451958146881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SX-rcRXMIuI/AAAAAAAAD-g/gplYt_DjhWg/S220/meme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819424731072874270.post-8907320484935758671</id><published>2009-08-16T19:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T20:02:48.778-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Does Not Wait for Anyone</title><content type='html'>The days are starting to get shorter again.  Sigh...  I wanna have Cold Stone ice-cream under the bright evening sky, just like what we used to do last year, before the nights start to get longer.  It was such a marvellous feel to head out to Cold Stone after dinner, and watch the sky slowly turning dark at 9pm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To digress, I have been over the moon recently, cos Hubby and I are going to appear in one of our buds' wedding picture!  I'm sooooo excited excited excited!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819424731072874270-8907320484935758671?l=missusglad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missusglad.blogspot.com/feeds/8907320484935758671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819424731072874270&amp;postID=8907320484935758671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819424731072874270/posts/default/8907320484935758671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819424731072874270/posts/default/8907320484935758671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missusglad.blogspot.com/2009/08/time-does-not-wait-for-anyone.html' title='Time Does Not Wait for Anyone'/><author><name>Gladys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07312187451958146881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SX-rcRXMIuI/AAAAAAAAD-g/gplYt_DjhWg/S220/meme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819424731072874270.post-274962275318635865</id><published>2009-08-15T12:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T12:53:39.602-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Books Please</title><content type='html'>I want to go Borders, for the longest time.  It's only a 3 mins drive from WH, yet Hubby is sooooo lazy to move his fat ass there.  Quite disappointing to realise that I've been there only twice, considering the approximity of it.  Not a place I really want to go alone though, cos I need someone to prevent me from lugging a huge pile of books out, and to foot my bill.  GGrrr....  must really really move that fat ass to Borders soon, by hook or by crook!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819424731072874270-274962275318635865?l=missusglad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missusglad.blogspot.com/feeds/274962275318635865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819424731072874270&amp;postID=274962275318635865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819424731072874270/posts/default/274962275318635865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819424731072874270/posts/default/274962275318635865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missusglad.blogspot.com/2009/08/books-please.html' title='Books Please'/><author><name>Gladys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07312187451958146881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SX-rcRXMIuI/AAAAAAAAD-g/gplYt_DjhWg/S220/meme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819424731072874270.post-6370397416693201385</id><published>2009-08-12T22:30:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T00:14:42.855-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>What's sizzling in the kitchen?</title><content type='html'>Since school's starting in about 2 weeks time (AArrrgggghhhhhh), I've been trying my best to dish up as many comfort food and yummy bites as possible, to make up for the lost opportunities ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always have a penchant for baking since my first baking session during my secondary one Home Economics class, and used to bake quite often during the holidays ever since and all the way through JC.  Uni days were spent mainly clubbing till the wee morning and struggling through tutorials, thus I hardly ever thought of baking anymore.  Thereafter, the horrendous hectic work life crept into my world and sleeping was all I ever thought of.  Moving into an apartment with an oven was one of the best things that has happened to me here.  I've kept myself pretty busy baking all kinds of food I can think of recently, and here are the pictures of my first endeavors.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SoORxoiEZTI/AAAAAAAAFsc/23r9H56jpGE/s1600-h/PET.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SoORxoiEZTI/AAAAAAAAFsc/23r9H56jpGE/s320/PET.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369295462635693362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Portuguese egg tarts!  With pre-packed frozen puff pastry available in Dierberg's, this was as easy as ABC.  Delicious too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SoOQF9mIrEI/AAAAAAAAFr0/xkB0s7O5rj4/s1600-h/CC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SoOQF9mIrEI/AAAAAAAAFr0/xkB0s7O5rj4/s320/CC.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369293612864023618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Choc fudge cupcakes with frosting and rainbow rice.  The vanilla frosting was too sweet for my liking, but I thought they just look oh-so-pretty for the camera.  LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SoOQFTe_sRI/AAAAAAAAFrs/K3ALZDRiPcI/s1600-h/BC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SoOQFTe_sRI/AAAAAAAAFrs/K3ALZDRiPcI/s320/BC.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369293601559785746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  An ugly choc fudge cake for PS and Jos' bday last weekend, with the too-sweet vanilla frosting and chopped nuts.  The choc fudge cake itself was soft and tasty though.  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SoOQFC9vhBI/AAAAAAAAFrk/ERmWEcrZzW0/s1600-h/BBC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 274px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SoOQFC9vhBI/AAAAAAAAFrk/ERmWEcrZzW0/s320/BBC.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369293597125346322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Banana walnut cake made from scratch!  Yummy stuff, to satisfy Hubby's constant cravings for his favourite cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, efforts have been put into preparing our dinner menus too. Hubby has been the lucky one, to be presented with "exotic" fare ever so often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SoOT5EKfWuI/AAAAAAAAFs0/PFAsnzELpO0/s1600-h/NL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SoOT5EKfWuI/AAAAAAAAFs0/PFAsnzELpO0/s320/NL.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369297789335329506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Nasi Lemak with sambal french beans, assam eggs, ikan billis and luncheon meat!  With the perfect nasi lemak chilli (courtesy from a very kind friend), this dinner was just heavenly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SoOT42lO21I/AAAAAAAAFss/GxGveGwxA-I/s1600-h/WM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SoOT42lO21I/AAAAAAAAFss/GxGveGwxA-I/s320/WM.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369297785689398098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Wanton mee, my second attempt unlike the others featured here.  Much better than the first, and I'm glad I've improved.  However to my dismay, I'd vomitted out quite a fair bit of the noodles later that night, as I'd over-eaten the huge portion placed on my plate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SoOT4gVjbFI/AAAAAAAAFsk/PgbfvW7jNCM/s1600-h/BBS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SoOT4gVjbFI/AAAAAAAAFsk/PgbfvW7jNCM/s320/BBS.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369297779718057042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Black bean soup, for hair nourishment.  I'm very much concerned with Hubby's greying hair (the effects of nightly poker I supposed), thus this tasty comfort soup which my mum used to cooked quite often.  However, this is so much more tastier than Mummy's, just like most of my other dishes.  Wahahaha.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad Hubby noticed that his once "kitchen-dimwit" wife has flourished into an amatuer cooking-connoisseur within a span of a year.  All that matters after a tough grind in the kitchen is a heartfelt praise/ thanks, and enjoying a meal together with your other half...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no, I am definitely not turning into a homemaker.  I'm gonna ditch the apron once we're back in SIN for good, for I do not see any purpose for all that toil when delicious local food are all over the island.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819424731072874270-6370397416693201385?l=missusglad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missusglad.blogspot.com/feeds/6370397416693201385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819424731072874270&amp;postID=6370397416693201385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819424731072874270/posts/default/6370397416693201385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819424731072874270/posts/default/6370397416693201385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missusglad.blogspot.com/2009/08/whats-sizzling-in-kitchen.html' title='What&apos;s sizzling in the kitchen?'/><author><name>Gladys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07312187451958146881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SX-rcRXMIuI/AAAAAAAAD-g/gplYt_DjhWg/S220/meme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SoORxoiEZTI/AAAAAAAAFsc/23r9H56jpGE/s72-c/PET.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819424731072874270.post-3572208350595480453</id><published>2009-08-08T13:50:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T14:49:05.343-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazed</title><content type='html'>I'm so amazed by several things around me recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm amazed by the wonders of internet; how it enabled me to chance upon a long-lost childhood friend, allowed me to "find" and meet my distant cousin in LA, and permits me to re-create many of the chinese &amp; local dishes we have been craving for, amongst others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm amazed at how easily money flow out of my pocket.  It suddenly dawns on me that when you are not earning your own dough, you tend to spend money without giving it a second thought.  Is it because you do not have to work for it, thus the value of money dimishes once it reaches your hand?  Or is it because you knew you will never die of hunger and cold with a working spouse and doting parents, so the need to save now takes a back seat?  If the answer is yes to any of these questions, then you are such a selfish and abhorrent being.  Perhaps, that "you" is me.  Then I will be very amazed at how disgustingly atrocious I am.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I'm truly amazed that NONE of the women I saw along Miami Beach and the Bahamian Beaches had any stretch marks.  Not a single line of it.  With a couple of friends getting pregnant in recent months, the topic of pregnancy stretch marks had surfaced numerous times.  I'd never knew how bad it could be, till I saw it with my own eyes that those red wormy lines can be really gruesome looking.  That particular sight had since etched deeply within me, and I've been trying to look for ways to prevent that from happening to me even before we start a family.  Naturally, when I was on the beaches, I'd started looking at women's bellies.  Women of all ages, from young adults to mothers-with-kids-in-tow to old grannies, and I am extremely astonished that none of them were spotted with any of those unsightly worms!  If you talk about cellulite, yes, majority of them bear the brunt of its presence together with sagging skins.  But where are the stretch marks?!  How did they manage to make them disappear or even prevent them from appearing?  How is it possible that none of the hundreds of American women I saw had those while almost all the Asian women had to live with the red ugly worms after pregnancies?  Could it be their diet, or the creams/lotions they applied to make their skin so elastic?  I've now embark onto a mission to solve this huge mystery...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819424731072874270-3572208350595480453?l=missusglad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missusglad.blogspot.com/feeds/3572208350595480453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819424731072874270&amp;postID=3572208350595480453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819424731072874270/posts/default/3572208350595480453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819424731072874270/posts/default/3572208350595480453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missusglad.blogspot.com/2009/08/amazed.html' title='Amazed'/><author><name>Gladys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07312187451958146881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SX-rcRXMIuI/AAAAAAAAD-g/gplYt_DjhWg/S220/meme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819424731072874270.post-4654818635373963316</id><published>2009-08-04T13:00:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T13:17:17.319-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kate Spade Bags for Sale</title><content type='html'>I went to the outlet again recently and got a couple of Kate Spade bags. I have 2 for sale now, and below are the details:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kate Spade Narragansett in Tofee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/Snh4fOrzoQI/AAAAAAAAFrE/JpF__3eQ51I/s1600-h/KSB1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/Snh4fOrzoQI/AAAAAAAAFrE/JpF__3eQ51I/s320/KSB1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366171433925058818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Original price was USD375.00, but I bought it from the outlet at USD275.00, a good 27% off the retail price.  With tax, it's at SGD443.73 after conversion.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/Snh4cl240gI/AAAAAAAAFq8/9BQlML9labE/s1600-h/KSB2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/Snh4cl240gI/AAAAAAAAFq8/9BQlML9labE/s320/KSB2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366171388605944322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Fully made of 100% soft cowhide leather with contrast white stitching, magnetic snap closure, "Kate Spade New York" embossed leather license plate logo on front and gathered sdes with leather ties for expansion.  Double handle with top snap enclosure, strap drop 4.5".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/Snh4cd4NwXI/AAAAAAAAFq0/eWJkjlwDuJE/s1600-h/KSB3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/Snh4cd4NwXI/AAAAAAAAFq0/eWJkjlwDuJE/s320/KSB3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366171386464026994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kate Spade Terrytown in Camel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/Snh5BJSh1SI/AAAAAAAAFrc/WLRqdHyXLS4/s1600-h/KSS1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/Snh5BJSh1SI/AAAAAAAAFrc/WLRqdHyXLS4/s320/KSS1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366172016592409890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Original price was USD195.00, but I got it at USD89.00 from the outlet, a whopping 54% discount!  With tax and after conversion, it's at SGD143.60.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/Snh4_t_XicI/AAAAAAAAFrU/Rfm9VtyXLxY/s1600-h/KSS2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/Snh4_t_XicI/AAAAAAAAFrU/Rfm9VtyXLxY/s320/KSS2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366171992084416962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Fully made of boarskin leather with a slight grainy texture, and a "Kate Spade New York" embossed leather license plate logo on front.  Perfect for casuals/ tea/ cocktail parties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/Snh4_SCLj6I/AAAAAAAAFrM/e0DgfRbXYcQ/s1600-h/KSS3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 151px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/Snh4_SCLj6I/AAAAAAAAFrM/e0DgfRbXYcQ/s320/KSS3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366171984580022178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All bags are brand new with the tags still intact and each comes with its own dust bag.  Conversion rate used to convert USD to SGD is 1.5, and these bags are at least 30% cheaper than what you get in Singapore.  Total shipping cost is estimated to be around USD50 for all three bags, and hopefully I get to ship all three bags (including the Juicy Couture one) for sale out together so as to minimize the costs.  Will be shipping the bags to my parents' home, and arrangement for pickups will be required.  Do contact me if anyone is interested to purchase these good deals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*P.S. as these bags are purchased from the outlet (read: off-season bags), you won't get to see them on the shelves of Kate Spade retail stores (except of cos their outlet stores).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819424731072874270-4654818635373963316?l=missusglad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missusglad.blogspot.com/feeds/4654818635373963316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819424731072874270&amp;postID=4654818635373963316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819424731072874270/posts/default/4654818635373963316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819424731072874270/posts/default/4654818635373963316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missusglad.blogspot.com/2009/08/kate-spade-bags-for-sale.html' title='Kate Spade Bags for Sale'/><author><name>Gladys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07312187451958146881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SX-rcRXMIuI/AAAAAAAAD-g/gplYt_DjhWg/S220/meme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/Snh4fOrzoQI/AAAAAAAAFrE/JpF__3eQ51I/s72-c/KSB1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819424731072874270.post-431492663318093584</id><published>2009-08-04T01:45:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T02:03:20.324-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Juicy Couture bag for sale</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SnfZTemUGbI/AAAAAAAAFqU/vXax40dg_Io/s1600-h/MJ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 293px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SnfZTemUGbI/AAAAAAAAFqU/vXax40dg_Io/s320/MJ.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365996409689741746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  A brand new black leather Juicy Couture bag for sale.  Tags and wrappers (around the tassel and the metal logo) are still intact.  Comes with its own pink dust bag.  I received it via shipment today, but realised I've gotten too many black bags.  Want to sell this brand new bag to fund a white one that caught my eye instead.  Bought this bag from &lt;a href="http://shop.nordstrom.com/S/3033772?refsid=253066&amp;refcat=0%7e2376779%7e6008000%7e6024190%7e6024268&amp;SourceID=1&amp;SlotID=2&amp;origin=related&amp;cm_Sp=Related-Items-_-Product-_-Manual"&gt;Nordstrom&lt;/a&gt;, at USD348.00, and the bag is for sale at this same price since it's newly opened from the box just minutes ago.  I'm sure there is at least 30% savings (checked out the JC store at Taka!), as compared to buying it from the Juicy Couture store in Singapore.  Do leave me a message/email me if anyone is interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Considering the JC store in Taka sells the velour bag at SGD500, this leather bag should command around perhaps around SGD700.  That's a whopping SGD200 (estimated) discount, which explains why I just can't keep my hands off the bags!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819424731072874270-431492663318093584?l=missusglad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missusglad.blogspot.com/feeds/431492663318093584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819424731072874270&amp;postID=431492663318093584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819424731072874270/posts/default/431492663318093584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819424731072874270/posts/default/431492663318093584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missusglad.blogspot.com/2009/08/juicy-couture-bag-for-sale.html' title='Juicy Couture bag for sale'/><author><name>Gladys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07312187451958146881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SX-rcRXMIuI/AAAAAAAAD-g/gplYt_DjhWg/S220/meme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SnfZTemUGbI/AAAAAAAAFqU/vXax40dg_Io/s72-c/MJ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819424731072874270.post-4417029755102449881</id><published>2009-07-28T22:08:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T23:27:51.722-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Sea, Sand and Sky!</title><content type='html'>Leaving for the Miami Beach and The Bahamas in less than 8 hours time!!!  We're heading to the airport 6 hours later, and I have yet to bathe and paint my nails...  So gonna have ugly eyebags tmr.  But it's not going to dampen my mood in any way.  Woohoo!!!  Back a week later, ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819424731072874270-4417029755102449881?l=missusglad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missusglad.blogspot.com/feeds/4417029755102449881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819424731072874270&amp;postID=4417029755102449881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819424731072874270/posts/default/4417029755102449881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819424731072874270/posts/default/4417029755102449881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missusglad.blogspot.com/2009/07/hello-sea-sand-and-sky.html' title='Hello Sea, Sand and Sky!'/><author><name>Gladys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07312187451958146881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SX-rcRXMIuI/AAAAAAAAD-g/gplYt_DjhWg/S220/meme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819424731072874270.post-7044502837344351657</id><published>2009-07-27T20:46:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T21:17:39.807-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Delinquent?</title><content type='html'>Much to my dismay, I misbehaved today; to the max.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I skipped gym today.  PS couldn't make it, and I felt so LAZY to go alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I had 3/4 cup of extremely sinful Godiva choc drink and a (mini) Snickers bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I spilled my choc drink all over the floor, on my Birkenstock (it stinks now!) and a skirt while I was in H&amp;M's fitting room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) I bought my 2nd bag in a week but thinks I don't need 3 Kate Spade bags, though I love the Juicy Couture one to bits, now (and hopefully forever).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) I forgot and subsequently had no time (due to overshopping) to get a replacement head for my tripod and to send PS' parcels to the Post Office. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) I planned for a another shopping trip tmr when it's actually time to cut the plastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) I chose to surf the web instead of watching over the stove, and ended up serving Hubby charred ribs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) I am procrastinating on the list of chores I need to complete by tmr (eg. pack luggages, paint nails, trim eyebrows, etc).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To digress, watched Confessions of a Shopaholic last night, and it scared me to bits that I will end up like Rebecca.  I thought the movie was able to refrain me from shopping till our Aurora Outlet trip in September, but alas!  The fright was perhaps not intense enough, and I just couldn't resist another bag.  Perhaps a couple more, before I regret not buying enough.  At least, I'll ensure myself that I will never come close to bursting my card limit.  Oh, and PS and my favourite tag line, "Buy lah! Don't buy you'll regret forever, no more chance oredi!"  So much for telling ourselves that we need to curb one another's spending.  No wonder Hubby keep saying we're "the 2 axis of evil"...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819424731072874270-7044502837344351657?l=missusglad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missusglad.blogspot.com/feeds/7044502837344351657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819424731072874270&amp;postID=7044502837344351657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819424731072874270/posts/default/7044502837344351657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819424731072874270/posts/default/7044502837344351657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missusglad.blogspot.com/2009/07/delinquent.html' title='A Delinquent?'/><author><name>Gladys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07312187451958146881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SX-rcRXMIuI/AAAAAAAAD-g/gplYt_DjhWg/S220/meme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819424731072874270.post-5180600845942419217</id><published>2009-07-24T14:21:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T16:39:41.958-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A little of everything</title><content type='html'>I've been enjoying the past 3 months of Summer holidays so much that it didn't felt like 3 long months had passed.  Fall semester will start in another 4 weeks time, and soon after we will have to bid Summer goodbye.  As always, I've wished that good times like this will come to a standstill.  As much as I dread going back to school, it still can't be as worse as working in SIN.  OMG!!!!  Why can't life continue to be this good?  No worries about utility bills and house payments, and having a fixed amount of monthly allowance enough for insurances and savings as well as shoppings, without the need to work for it. Sigh...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of my nonsensical rantings.  I've been keeping myself very busy with gym and golf lately.  Part of the reason is because I reckoned it's high time I start living a healthier lifestyle (I've stopped exercising since I joined e workforce), and the other motives, to prevent my golf clubs from rusting and to keep my mind off shopping.  Though PS and I have been alternating between the gym and the range almost every weekday for the past 3 weeks, I have only managed to shed a kg.  That's pretty demoralising, especially when I was able to shed 2 kgs within a week by just controlling my diet back in SIN.  However, to look on a brighter side, I convinced myself that probably most of my fats has been turned into little muscles and I should look a little toned on closer inspection.  LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it's because I've over-exerted myself too much, that I was feeling a little under the weather last evening.  It could also be becaused I was caught under the rain in the noon, which explains the chills I experienced at night.  After a hot glass of herbal tea and 2 paracetamols, I slept for 13 hours cacooned in my bathrobe and duvet.  This morning, I felt alot better and hit the gym as usual again.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Indian restaurant (Ruchi) outside WH had closed down and another Indian restaurant now sits in its place.  I was extremely delighted that I had lunch there yesterday, as the buffet was incredible!  The spread was not exactly commendable (though I didn't had the chance to try everything available), but the food was tastier than many of the Indian restaurants in SIN.  The bryanni was so spice-infused that the rice alone tasted heavenly.  Accompanied it with mutton curry, and it's one of the best meals I ever had in STL.  The complimentary dosa was excellent too, among some of the dishes I tried before my tummy screamed for me to stop.  So much for the 400 calories I burnt in gym yesterday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I purchased a bandeau set online 2 nights ago and had paid extra to have it shipped to me via express, in time for our trip.  Received it awhile ago, and realised I'd bought the bottom 3 sizes bigger than the correct size.  It somehow slipped my mind that my old bikinis are in aussie/UK size 8, and I should have bought a US size 2 instead of an 8.  Gotta return it now; wasted SGD30 in shipping!  Rooaaarrr....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In another 5 days time, Hubby and I will be sun-bathing in the acclaimed Miami beach as well as the Bahamas!!!  Woohoo!!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One night, as I was randomly flipping through the bible and praying, Jesus said to me, "Most assuredly, I say to you, whatever you ask the Father in My name He will give you" (Luke 11:9).  A few weeks later when my faith was wearing thin, I flipped the bible again and prayed, and He said "ask, and it will be given to you; seek, and you will find; knock, and it will be opened to you" (John 16:23).  Twice, God said the same things to me TWICE.  It can't be a coincidence!  God is good, He re-ignites my faith and gives me assurances.  He will provide me with what I asked for, as always.  =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819424731072874270-5180600845942419217?l=missusglad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missusglad.blogspot.com/feeds/5180600845942419217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819424731072874270&amp;postID=5180600845942419217' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819424731072874270/posts/default/5180600845942419217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819424731072874270/posts/default/5180600845942419217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missusglad.blogspot.com/2009/07/little-of-everything.html' title='A little of everything'/><author><name>Gladys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07312187451958146881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SX-rcRXMIuI/AAAAAAAAD-g/gplYt_DjhWg/S220/meme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819424731072874270.post-4771599327978950623</id><published>2009-07-19T14:56:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T15:56:44.684-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>Wedding Anniversary</title><content type='html'>Two more months to our second year as husband and wife.  To celebrate our two years of marriage, Hubby's bringing me to Miami Beach and......  *drum rolls*...... THE BAHAMAS in the Carribean!!!!!  The best part is, we're leaving in 10 days time!!!  We will be spending two nights in Miami, and three in The Bahamas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The decision making process was really easy, surprisingly.  Took us less than 24hrs to decide if we should splurge on such an extravagant trip.  Was worried that the costs of both the domestic and international flights, as well as the stay in the luxurious Sandals Royal Bahamian will burnt a hole in my already empty pockets.  However, since Hubby volunteered to keep my shopping funds intact, I'm all for this lavish celebration!  The date was perfect too.  As school's starting end August, I reckoned we pushed our anniversary trip forward so I can have enough time to prep myself for the impending torture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out this &lt;a href="http://www.sandals.com/main/bahamian/ba-home.cfm"&gt;Bahamas resort&lt;/a&gt;.  An all-inclusive swanky resort, where we get to dine ALL day in any of the eight fine-dining restaurants for FREE during our 4D3N stay.  Sea sports (all except diving), and drinks, including wine, liquour and spirits are all FREE throughout our visit too!  I've never been to an all-inclusive resort my entire life, and am so so soooo looking forward to our three-night vacation that comes with an Atlantic Ocean-view room, amidst the pristine turquoise water and the powdery white sand!  This resort owns an exclusive and exotic island just opposite itself, and we get to wander around the secluded little island too!  How more perfect can this retreat be.  Heh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This shall be enough to keep me jubilant for the next few weeks.  =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819424731072874270-4771599327978950623?l=missusglad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missusglad.blogspot.com/feeds/4771599327978950623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819424731072874270&amp;postID=4771599327978950623' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819424731072874270/posts/default/4771599327978950623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819424731072874270/posts/default/4771599327978950623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missusglad.blogspot.com/2009/07/wedding-anniversary.html' title='Wedding Anniversary'/><author><name>Gladys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07312187451958146881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SX-rcRXMIuI/AAAAAAAAD-g/gplYt_DjhWg/S220/meme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819424731072874270.post-8616336914833319977</id><published>2009-07-16T00:23:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T00:50:57.441-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>T.G.I.Friday's</title><content type='html'>The other one thing other than shopping that placates me during any time of the day is good food.  TGIF is just outside WH, and given that they've been having very good promos recently, we've been patronizing the restaurant as frequently as we can.  The promotion this month is buy an entree and get the other free, as well as a free appetizer.  To digress, I've mentioned before that we're in a land of freebies!  There's always something good out there at no cost.  Anyway, we were at TGIF again on Tuesday though we just went last Friday.  However, the last trip was worth mentioning, cos the Prime Rib Stroganoff was spectacular!!!  Super tender, juicy and flavourful beef chunks in smooth rich brown sauce.  The next best meal I've had from TGIF is it's Shrimp Key West.  The sourish marinate from key limes and herbs is mildly exotic yet very refreshing.  However it's a meal suitable for only the small tummies, given it's small portion.  Good as an appetizer to go with the local beers though.  As an additional bonus to make these entrees taste better, they're both under $10 at the usual price (or even cheaper at half the price with the current promo)!  Economical savory food, just a stone's throw away from home- I love this place to bits!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry folks, no pictures of these yummy feast.  The picture taken of me and my shrimp 2 months ago was kinda blur.  As for the stroganoff, I brought my camera along on Tues, but the food kept me totally busy and engrossed that it stood still on the table till I licked my plate clean.  =P  I'll try harder the next time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819424731072874270-8616336914833319977?l=missusglad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missusglad.blogspot.com/feeds/8616336914833319977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819424731072874270&amp;postID=8616336914833319977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819424731072874270/posts/default/8616336914833319977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819424731072874270/posts/default/8616336914833319977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missusglad.blogspot.com/2009/07/tgifridays.html' title='T.G.I.Friday&apos;s'/><author><name>Gladys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07312187451958146881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SX-rcRXMIuI/AAAAAAAAD-g/gplYt_DjhWg/S220/meme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819424731072874270.post-6720196304517359720</id><published>2009-07-13T19:31:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T22:41:51.538-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Kitchening Away</title><content type='html'>It's been a hectic day in the kitchen today.  After working out in the gym, I had to rush home to prepare dinner before I headed to Yvonne's place at noon.  Yvonne's mum will be leaving this Saturday after a 6-month long stay in STL, and thus made her signature Hakka Cai Kuehs for us before she leaves.  I thought I was able to acquire some excellent kueh-making skills from her, but I ended up wasting some dough instead.  As usual, my set of "wrapping" skills sucks to the core, and my kuehs were either of irregular shapes or had holes on the "skins".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SlvX7doxVvI/AAAAAAAAFp8/SdXbMV-0ugs/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SlvX7doxVvI/AAAAAAAAFp8/SdXbMV-0ugs/s320/3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358113598255224562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yuumilicious cai kuehs made by Auntie.  Soft thin "skin" with peppery fillings; I couldn't keep my hands off them!  My handicraft failed so you don't get to see any of my products here.  =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to think of an easy and mess-free dish for tonight's dinner, as I will be spending the entire noon away from home.  Yet at the same time, I wanted to pamper Hubby and myself with another of our comfort food.  We haven't had 梅菜扣肉 for months, and the thought of having a succulent piece of pork belly in a Kong Bak Pau was simply irresistable despite the high content of saturated fats in the dish.  Hence, what we just had an hour ago was...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SlvX7T6ULxI/AAAAAAAAFqE/dwfHpLiG_7w/s1600-h/a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SlvX7T6ULxI/AAAAAAAAFqE/dwfHpLiG_7w/s320/a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358113595644456722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  梅菜扣肉 with kong bak pau.  Superbly melts-in-your-mouth-yummy, and the &lt;a href="http://lilyng2000.blogspot.com/2006/12/braised-belly-pork-with-mui-choy.html"&gt;recipe&lt;/a&gt; is fabulously easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SlvX7tMzSyI/AAAAAAAAFqM/LtZc5cKOhbs/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SlvX7tMzSyI/AAAAAAAAFqM/LtZc5cKOhbs/s320/2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358113602432879394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  And this, is Hubby's packed lunch for tomorrow.  Steamed egg and french beans to neutralise the salty 梅菜扣肉!  Such a lucky guy...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819424731072874270-6720196304517359720?l=missusglad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missusglad.blogspot.com/feeds/6720196304517359720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819424731072874270&amp;postID=6720196304517359720' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819424731072874270/posts/default/6720196304517359720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819424731072874270/posts/default/6720196304517359720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missusglad.blogspot.com/2009/07/kitchening-away.html' title='Kitchening Away'/><author><name>Gladys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07312187451958146881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SX-rcRXMIuI/AAAAAAAAD-g/gplYt_DjhWg/S220/meme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SlvX7doxVvI/AAAAAAAAFp8/SdXbMV-0ugs/s72-c/3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819424731072874270.post-7779008168372550464</id><published>2009-07-10T11:16:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T11:37:43.489-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I have a Kid</title><content type='html'>...at home.  A big, fat one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/Sldrbsk6Q6I/AAAAAAAAFp0/m0RAnY4nzlw/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/Sldrbsk6Q6I/AAAAAAAAFp0/m0RAnY4nzlw/s320/2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356868405347107746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Look at the mess the big kid creates.  I'm amazed at the number of toys he scatters around the little living room, and now they leave minimum walking space (to the left of the putting mat is the TV rack).  A putting mat to "improve putting skills" (which I don't see how this easy mat will), the eye-sore Guitar Hero set, the Xbox controller on the table, the Macbook (mainly for the nightly Pokerstars games) and the ugly bean bag all belong to the kid who never grow up.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I realised there is no trace of my existence in the living room...  With these toys around, I see no space for any of my belongings,seriously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819424731072874270-7779008168372550464?l=missusglad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missusglad.blogspot.com/feeds/7779008168372550464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819424731072874270&amp;postID=7779008168372550464' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819424731072874270/posts/default/7779008168372550464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819424731072874270/posts/default/7779008168372550464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missusglad.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-have-kid.html' title='I have a Kid'/><author><name>Gladys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07312187451958146881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SX-rcRXMIuI/AAAAAAAAD-g/gplYt_DjhWg/S220/meme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/Sldrbsk6Q6I/AAAAAAAAFp0/m0RAnY4nzlw/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819424731072874270.post-8542828992781451261</id><published>2009-07-08T20:51:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T21:23:41.568-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><title type='text'>I'm in a Shopping Paradise!</title><content type='html'>I seriously think PS and I are two shopping-fanatics.  Not shopaholics (because definition of shopholic is "person who can't control the urge to spend").  Fanatics because we both have an extreme zest to shop as much as we can during these few months (yet we can control the urge to spend of course!).  It's like a race against time, whereby we need to satisfy the compulsion to buy as much as we can before we leave STL for good.  Shopping in the States is much more better than anywhere in the world (thank God for Outlets).  Thus we shop for whatever we can think of that we will require when we head back to SIN.  Our shopping lists include but not limited to kitchenware (Pyrex, Corelle, etc), household items (Simmons mattress, Tempur pillows, bedsheets, etc), and at least 2-years worth of workwear, sportswear, casuals, lingerie, bags and shoes.  Since everything is dirt cheap here (think 30%-50% of the prices in SIN), I reckoned we should just empty our piggy banks and start saving all over again in the next 2 years to come.  We are so enthusiastic over boasting the US economy, that we now fathom it's best to hit the gym as early as possible, and come home cook dinner before we hit the malls at 12pm.  This way, we don't have to worry about not able to feed our guys dinner on time.  With the absence of the pressure to rush home to cook, we shopped till our legs gave way at 7pm.  Considering that we woke up at 8am to hit the gym earlier, it's such a mean feat to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money-wised, I've decided not to sigh and feel depressed everytime I look at my credit card bills.  After paying off a $4k debt and eye-balling $1k worth of unposted items (which should have increased to min. $2k to-date) last month, I think I am immuned to having nothing much left in the bank.  I chose to rejoice over the bags of prized possessions than to brood over the depleting account, and I feel alot happier these days. Everyone says life's short, so I'm enjoying every second of my life now that I can!   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, I'm very grateful that I have met someone at the other end of the globe, whom I can get along well with and share the same passion and similar tastes in almost everything.  It does make shopping and living in STL alot more fun than it originally is.      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**To digress, I think silica gels are the best thing to have (besides Space bags maybe) now that we have boxes of new stuff to store.  Do pile up on them if you want to keep unused fabrics/leather looking brand new longer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819424731072874270-8542828992781451261?l=missusglad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missusglad.blogspot.com/feeds/8542828992781451261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819424731072874270&amp;postID=8542828992781451261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819424731072874270/posts/default/8542828992781451261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819424731072874270/posts/default/8542828992781451261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missusglad.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-in-shopping-paradise.html' title='I&apos;m in a Shopping Paradise!'/><author><name>Gladys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07312187451958146881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SX-rcRXMIuI/AAAAAAAAD-g/gplYt_DjhWg/S220/meme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819424731072874270.post-1398901567656905418</id><published>2009-07-08T10:27:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T20:51:50.469-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>Toronto</title><content type='html'>We spent 2 nights in Toronto over the last weekend, after an 11-hour drive up with 7 of us in the minivan.  Nothing spectacular about the city.  The night scene was fantastic though, but I was too tired after the night trip to pose for any pictures when we were out clubbing.  In fact, I was stoned throughout the night the guys were having their fair share of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are a preview of the pictures taken in Toronto, Canada.  More vibrant pictures are posted on my FB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SlTAH4ZPdTI/AAAAAAAAFpk/uU6PRvTjWnM/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 245px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SlTAH4ZPdTI/AAAAAAAAFpk/uU6PRvTjWnM/s320/3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356117098480235826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Totonto Habourfront.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SlS-69IoLbI/AAAAAAAAFpc/4HDYFYyoQZ4/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SlS-69IoLbI/AAAAAAAAFpc/4HDYFYyoQZ4/s320/2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356115776902802866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Us at the Habourfront.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SlS-6wU4CXI/AAAAAAAAFpU/lwcb1WCi5pE/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SlS-6wU4CXI/AAAAAAAAFpU/lwcb1WCi5pE/s320/4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356115773464512882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Some cathedral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SlS-6g5NPFI/AAAAAAAAFpM/1sNiFJUnQd0/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SlS-6g5NPFI/AAAAAAAAFpM/1sNiFJUnQd0/s320/7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356115769321929810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; CN Tower, the tallest structure in the Americas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SlS-6XgJ_4I/AAAAAAAAFpE/g924cFMINcA/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SlS-6XgJ_4I/AAAAAAAAFpE/g924cFMINcA/s320/5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356115766800940930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Look at the humongous sausage in St. Lawrence Market!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SlS-6Zl6YMI/AAAAAAAAFo8/uUA0FWnvQdQ/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SlS-6Zl6YMI/AAAAAAAAFo8/uUA0FWnvQdQ/s320/6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356115767361953986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Resting infront of a fountain in Casa Loma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post pictures taken at Niagara Falls in the next post.  Time to prepare dinner before I head out to Mills with PS for more shopping!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819424731072874270-1398901567656905418?l=missusglad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missusglad.blogspot.com/feeds/1398901567656905418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819424731072874270&amp;postID=1398901567656905418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819424731072874270/posts/default/1398901567656905418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819424731072874270/posts/default/1398901567656905418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missusglad.blogspot.com/2009/07/toronto.html' title='Toronto'/><author><name>Gladys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07312187451958146881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SX-rcRXMIuI/AAAAAAAAD-g/gplYt_DjhWg/S220/meme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SlTAH4ZPdTI/AAAAAAAAFpk/uU6PRvTjWnM/s72-c/3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819424731072874270.post-1600418395654269023</id><published>2009-07-08T10:01:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T10:58:34.528-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Aiming for a Healthier Lifestyle</title><content type='html'>After living in Whispering Hills for a year, I've finally made my virgin trip down to the gym.  Heh...  It started with 2 visits last week before our Toronto trip, and I'm aiming for 3 visits per week starting from today.  Not only do I need to shed the 2kg I piled on since the last exam prep, I want to tone my arms, abs, posterior and thighs before every part of me starts sagging. Main motives are to look good as I hit the big 3-0, and to prevent the hubby's eyes from roaming.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waking up early to hit the gym at 8am is really a huge challenge for lazy bones like myself.  I'm very glad I had the self-discipline and motivation to accomplish this arduous task this morning.  =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the gym just a stone's throw away from our apartment, I've been beyond lazy for the past 12 months to even find out where the gym entrance is.  Additionally, I've only hit the pool once during this period.  Now, before it's too late, I'm startig to get my bones crackling!  Hope with the nudgings from TWC, I'll be able to sustain this regime till we bid goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh btw PS and I had decided to bring out our golf clubs again, before they start to tarnish (if they will).  I've bought some golf apparels and a pair of golf shoes; hope these newbies will keep me interested in going to the range and green for some time.  =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819424731072874270-1600418395654269023?l=missusglad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missusglad.blogspot.com/feeds/1600418395654269023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819424731072874270&amp;postID=1600418395654269023' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819424731072874270/posts/default/1600418395654269023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819424731072874270/posts/default/1600418395654269023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missusglad.blogspot.com/2009/07/working-out.html' title='Aiming for a Healthier Lifestyle'/><author><name>Gladys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07312187451958146881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SX-rcRXMIuI/AAAAAAAAD-g/gplYt_DjhWg/S220/meme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819424731072874270.post-5247735295147616525</id><published>2009-07-06T14:07:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T14:13:29.983-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Anniversary</title><content type='html'>To be exact, it should be a belated one.  We've been here for a year, as of yesterday, 5th July.  Time really really flies. I know I've mentioned this umpteen times, but I just can't understand how time zooms by in a flash without one's knowledge.  Sigh...  Perhaps I didn't really want to notice it, especialy when I am enjoying my stay in the States.  Reality bites, how true.  This anniversary is one which I do not enjoy celebrating; how annoying!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819424731072874270-5247735295147616525?l=missusglad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missusglad.blogspot.com/feeds/5247735295147616525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819424731072874270&amp;postID=5247735295147616525' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819424731072874270/posts/default/5247735295147616525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819424731072874270/posts/default/5247735295147616525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missusglad.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-anniversary.html' title='Happy Anniversary'/><author><name>Gladys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07312187451958146881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SX-rcRXMIuI/AAAAAAAAD-g/gplYt_DjhWg/S220/meme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819424731072874270.post-8768181275089433611</id><published>2009-07-02T12:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T13:04:59.356-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>Independence Day Trip</title><content type='html'>It's going to be another long weekend ahead as tomorrow is Independence Day!  What's a long weekend without a trip to explore more of US?  Not only are we going to visit another well-known attraction in the States during this trip, we are travelling to a part of Canada too!  In less than 6 hours time (when e guys are back from work), we are going to drive 15 hours up to Toronto!  After spending two nights there, we will move down to the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Niagara_Falls"&gt;Niagara Falls&lt;/a&gt; in New York; the magnificent voluminous waterfall along Niagara River that straddles the international border between part of Canada and US.  And of course I'm not going to miss out on shopping during a federal holiday sales at the outlet, which in fact is the highlight of the trip for me.  It's going to be a challenge this time round though, cos I'm only given 3 hours or thereabouts to shop at the &lt;a href="http://www.fashionoutletsniagara.com/"&gt;Fashion Outlet in Niagara Falls&lt;/a&gt;.  I'm perhaps only able to visit selected shops, which are not available in the Florida Outlets, where we will be heading to next in September over the Labor Day weekend.  Woohooo!! Goodbye to my bank account!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819424731072874270-8768181275089433611?l=missusglad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missusglad.blogspot.com/feeds/8768181275089433611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819424731072874270&amp;postID=8768181275089433611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819424731072874270/posts/default/8768181275089433611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819424731072874270/posts/default/8768181275089433611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missusglad.blogspot.com/2009/07/independence-day-trip.html' title='Independence Day Trip'/><author><name>Gladys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07312187451958146881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SX-rcRXMIuI/AAAAAAAAD-g/gplYt_DjhWg/S220/meme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819424731072874270.post-82446596318590300</id><published>2009-07-01T22:45:00.015-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T13:06:14.275-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Lunch and Dinner Menu</title><content type='html'>Breakfast and lunch today was Korean, and dinner, Japanese.  Slurp! Cooked a big bowl of kimchee jigae early in the morning as I woke up very early (still very jetlagged since the trip back from SIN a week ago).  Normally I will be too lazy to cook lunch but since I am today, I thought I should reward myself with something I love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SkwxZMUYRcI/AAAAAAAAFn0/DBUobXGs7Vc/s1600-h/kc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SkwxZMUYRcI/AAAAAAAAFn0/DBUobXGs7Vc/s320/kc.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353708365909870018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  An extremely easy dish, that took me no more than 20mins to prepare and cook.  Please pardon the unflattering picture; it actually tastes much much better than it looks.  =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ingredients&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 to 1.5 cups kimchi with kimchi juice&lt;br /&gt;1 pack tofu (cubed)&lt;br /&gt;2 stalks scallions (sliced)&lt;br /&gt;1/2 of large onion&lt;br /&gt;2 cloves of garlic&lt;br /&gt;1 tps oil&lt;br /&gt;2 cups water&lt;br /&gt;approximately 1/4 cup gochujang (red pepper paste from Korean section in supermarkets)&lt;br /&gt;2 - 3 tbsp gochugaru (red pepper flakes)&lt;br /&gt;pork belly chunks thinly sliced (shabu-shabu-type is the best)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Directions&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In pot, add a little bit of oil (just a little - pork already has a lot of fat, so you wont need much).  Add minced garlic to flavor the oil.  Then add in pork belly chunks and cook until meat turns white.  Then add in kimchi chunks and cook for about 2 - 3 minutes (this will help the soup cook faster).  Add in water (approximately 2 cups serves 4 individual servings).  Bring heat up to high and boil for a few minutes.  Add one scoop (a little less than 1/4 cup) of gochujang (red pepper paste) and stir until dissolved.  Add a couple tablespoons of gochugaru (red pepper flakes).  Let it cook on medium heat for approximately 5  to 7 minutes (this will allow for the kimchi to cook through).  Stir occassionally.  Taste and if needed, reseason with kimchi juice.  Then add in tofu and onion.  Let it cook for another 4 minutes or so before adding in the scallions.  (add in scallions last because you dont want them to wilt completely).&lt;br /&gt;* Add some cooked vermicilli if you're interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby and I had Tonkatsu and Tempura with Japanese rice and curry awhile ago.  Since my tempura flour are expiring soon, I reckoned I better use them before they go to waste (again).  The Tonkatsu was much tastier and jucier this time round as compared to my previous attempts, as I was more liberal with the salt today and had "invested" in a bottle of meat tenderizer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/Skw0oYOrvnI/AAAAAAAAFoE/F5_02PUCdI0/s1600-h/t.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/Skw0oYOrvnI/AAAAAAAAFoE/F5_02PUCdI0/s320/t.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353711925340126834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/Skw12SeaniI/AAAAAAAAFo0/p0dA1SWvq7s/s1600-h/TR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/Skw12SeaniI/AAAAAAAAFo0/p0dA1SWvq7s/s320/TR.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353713263825296930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Recipes for Tonkatsu and tempura are easily available online.  Try googling for one if you are interested.  I'm dozing off while signing off this entry....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gdnight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819424731072874270-82446596318590300?l=missusglad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missusglad.blogspot.com/feeds/82446596318590300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819424731072874270&amp;postID=82446596318590300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819424731072874270/posts/default/82446596318590300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819424731072874270/posts/default/82446596318590300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missusglad.blogspot.com/2009/07/lunch-and-dinner-menu.html' title='Lunch and Dinner Menu'/><author><name>Gladys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07312187451958146881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SX-rcRXMIuI/AAAAAAAAD-g/gplYt_DjhWg/S220/meme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SkwxZMUYRcI/AAAAAAAAFn0/DBUobXGs7Vc/s72-c/kc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819424731072874270.post-6963199528017178978</id><published>2009-06-28T21:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T21:38:08.902-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back Home</title><content type='html'>I'm back since 3 days ago, and still very jetlagged.  Slept from 6pm-7am last night, with a 2-hour dinner break inbetween from 2am-4am.  I couldn't sleep a single wink the previous night cos I slept for 6 hours from 1pm in the day.  My biological clock is extremely screwed up now.  As I am typing this entry away, my heavy lids can barely remain open.  Trying to force myself to sleep later to revert back to the normal, healthy sleeping hours asap. Yawn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weather in STL has been unexpectedly hotter than SIN.  I don't recall it was this hot last year.  The heat is so intense that I can practically feel my skin burn everytime I step out.  I always have to ensure that I slapped on lots of sunblock not just on my face, but all over my exposed skin too in order not to get burnt.  I think Hubby and the guys are crazy to go to the green for golf twice a week in this insane weather.  Perhaps it's due to the lack of tall buildings and insufficient trees to cover the vast land, which explains why it is so much hotter here than it is in SIN.  Welcome me to the oven, when I thought I had just came back from one...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819424731072874270-6963199528017178978?l=missusglad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missusglad.blogspot.com/feeds/6963199528017178978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819424731072874270&amp;postID=6963199528017178978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819424731072874270/posts/default/6963199528017178978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819424731072874270/posts/default/6963199528017178978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missusglad.blogspot.com/2009/06/back-home.html' title='Back Home'/><author><name>Gladys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07312187451958146881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SX-rcRXMIuI/AAAAAAAAD-g/gplYt_DjhWg/S220/meme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819424731072874270.post-4569951070022911667</id><published>2009-06-21T11:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T11:11:50.165-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>As I was browsing through the photos taken on our wedding day, I felt nostalgic.  Gone were the hectic and fun days of planning and more planning for that perfect wedding.  Though it's been almost 2 years ago, I am still very thankful to have my wonderful group of friends who made our special day so perfect.  And yes, how time flies;  Hubby and I had wed for almost 2 years!  It felt like just a couple of months ago when I was enjoying being the centre of attention for one whole day...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819424731072874270-4569951070022911667?l=missusglad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missusglad.blogspot.com/feeds/4569951070022911667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819424731072874270&amp;postID=4569951070022911667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819424731072874270/posts/default/4569951070022911667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819424731072874270/posts/default/4569951070022911667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missusglad.blogspot.com/2009/06/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>Gladys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07312187451958146881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SX-rcRXMIuI/AAAAAAAAD-g/gplYt_DjhWg/S220/meme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819424731072874270.post-5940117756782840044</id><published>2009-06-20T00:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T00:09:00.377-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Dad's Day!</title><content type='html'>I'm truly blessed to be one of my daddy's girls.  He filled my car's gas tank just before I touched down.  Five days later, he checked and realised that the tank had depleted to a quarter-filled, and topped up the car with gas early in the morning before he left for work.  (It prob took him 30mins, with the morning jam, to drive to and fro to the nearest gas stn. *Touched*)  Knowing that I will be spending a huge portion of my time in town catching up with friends and chalking up huge expenses on parking charges, he inserts a new cashcard into my IU device every 3 days.  I know Daddy is trying his best to lessen my financial burden, now that I'm not working and Hubby is not around to support me.  He shielded me from all the verbal and emotional abuses from my nasty and violent tenant, by meeting up with him in my place while ensuring I stayed home, away from any possible harm. The best dad goes all the way out to make life for his daughter as perfect as it can be; that is my phenomenal Daddy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love u, Daddy!  *Muacks*  U're better than the best!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819424731072874270-5940117756782840044?l=missusglad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missusglad.blogspot.com/feeds/5940117756782840044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819424731072874270&amp;postID=5940117756782840044' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819424731072874270/posts/default/5940117756782840044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819424731072874270/posts/default/5940117756782840044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missusglad.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-dads-day.html' title='Happy Dad&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>Gladys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07312187451958146881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SX-rcRXMIuI/AAAAAAAAD-g/gplYt_DjhWg/S220/meme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819424731072874270.post-2931101313183508914</id><published>2009-06-18T01:05:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T21:34:55.285-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Favourite Questions</title><content type='html'>Since I've been back about a week ago, I've been asked the same questions repeatedly by different groups of people I've met.  As I'm pretty tired of repeating myself umpteen times, I've decided to broadcast my answers here, to kill all the curiosities before meeting me. Not that I am trying to be unfriendly, but it gets pretty tiring when I have to echo the same words at least twice a day on average for the past week.  =P  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the questions posted to me, usually in the exact same sequence as below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1)  When did you come back and for how long?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you are terrified of being infected by the Swine Flu, I came back 6 days ago and haven't had a fever since (choy choy!).  I'll be around for 2 weeks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2)  What type of food are you craving for now and what have you eaten so far?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have any particular food cravings since I've arrived, except Jap food from Akashi which I've already had as my first meal with my parents (a usual routine I guess).  I'm done with local delights at Newton, Korean BBQ, Thai Village delicaies and Tai Seng turtle soup. Perhaps it's the extremely hot weather that is discouraging me from having my dose of bak chor mee, laksa, lor mee, etc from the hawker centre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3)  Where is your hubby?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came back alone.  Hubby is still working in STL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4)  How does Singapore compare to States and which do you prefer?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me States anytime!  Life without work wins hands down, always!  The fresh air, tranquil life, friendly neighbourhood, wide &amp; uncongested roads are all additional bonuses. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5)  Can help me buy Coach bags?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can, but expect to receive them in Feb next year, together with our shipment.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819424731072874270-2931101313183508914?l=missusglad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missusglad.blogspot.com/feeds/2931101313183508914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819424731072874270&amp;postID=2931101313183508914' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819424731072874270/posts/default/2931101313183508914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819424731072874270/posts/default/2931101313183508914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missusglad.blogspot.com/2009/06/favourite-questions.html' title='Favourite Questions'/><author><name>Gladys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07312187451958146881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SX-rcRXMIuI/AAAAAAAAD-g/gplYt_DjhWg/S220/meme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819424731072874270.post-7690475016624355318</id><published>2009-06-16T13:18:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T11:49:35.807-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Address</title><content type='html'>Just to clarify, the address of my blog is supposed to be read as "missus-glad" and not "miss-US-glad".  I was shocked when one of my besties refer to my blog as the latter and she actually thought I called myself Miss US.  Faintz... "Missus" because I'm married and it's our marriage that brought me to the States, yet I wanna retain my own name, thus MissusGlad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819424731072874270-7690475016624355318?l=missusglad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missusglad.blogspot.com/feeds/7690475016624355318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819424731072874270&amp;postID=7690475016624355318' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819424731072874270/posts/default/7690475016624355318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819424731072874270/posts/default/7690475016624355318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missusglad.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-address.html' title='Blog Address'/><author><name>Gladys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07312187451958146881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SX-rcRXMIuI/AAAAAAAAD-g/gplYt_DjhWg/S220/meme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819424731072874270.post-5974162103991948116</id><published>2009-06-16T04:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T04:38:27.495-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ugly Me</title><content type='html'>Went for a haircut yesterday.  A Long over-dued one, since I could only get a proper trim in Singapore, or so I'd thought.  Ended up, I had the worst haircut in my life.  That's for saving some pennys for my July shopping spree.  Mum had to make me feel worse by rubbing salt onto my wound by saying "How can save money on a haircut when the hair shapes the face?!" Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, not all hairdressers create magic on all (or at least most) of their clients.  Gill is an exception, and I should have been more generous in spending $70 for a trim; especially when he has been with me for 8 long years.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate looking into the mirror now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819424731072874270-5974162103991948116?l=missusglad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missusglad.blogspot.com/feeds/5974162103991948116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819424731072874270&amp;postID=5974162103991948116' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819424731072874270/posts/default/5974162103991948116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819424731072874270/posts/default/5974162103991948116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missusglad.blogspot.com/2009/06/ugly-me.html' title='Ugly Me'/><author><name>Gladys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07312187451958146881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SX-rcRXMIuI/AAAAAAAAD-g/gplYt_DjhWg/S220/meme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819424731072874270.post-5450968207552233312</id><published>2009-06-14T09:53:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T11:22:49.916-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Music Soothes The Dreary Soul</title><content type='html'>Class 95 is terrific!  It is uncomparable to all the radio stations in STL.  Nothing beats driving around alone with familiar soothing oldies (think Out of the Blue by Michael Learns to Rock) playing in the background.  I'm so sick and tired of listening to the same Hip Hop/ RnB songs being played at least 10 times a day, and am extremely glad that my ears are finally spared of Poker Face by Lady Gaga.  Heh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, for once in years I felt so "single" again.  Driving home on a Sunday evening, having no one to spend the rest of the night with me; that solitary feel was quite indescribable.  I sort of like spending time alone with good music in the background, yet I hate the lonliness.  Perhaps I'm just so not used to having no one to pat me to bed.  Another 11 nights more to go before I head back to sanity!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819424731072874270-5450968207552233312?l=missusglad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missusglad.blogspot.com/feeds/5450968207552233312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819424731072874270&amp;postID=5450968207552233312' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819424731072874270/posts/default/5450968207552233312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819424731072874270/posts/default/5450968207552233312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missusglad.blogspot.com/2009/06/music-soothes-dreary-soul.html' title='Music Soothes The Dreary Soul'/><author><name>Gladys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07312187451958146881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SX-rcRXMIuI/AAAAAAAAD-g/gplYt_DjhWg/S220/meme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819424731072874270.post-6900710615384144755</id><published>2009-06-09T01:43:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T01:53:34.783-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Women's Charter, Chpt 353</title><content type='html'>My tenant has been in remand since 3 weeks ago, and as my mum read out the court order pasted outside my flat over the phone, I searched the net to find out more about his crime.  Apparently he was wanted for family violence.  What caught my attention was the definition of Chapter 353 of the Women's Charter 1997, Singapore (the law my tenant broke).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Section 46 states the duties and rights of a husband and wife in the management of the home and children as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a. They are mutually bound to co-operate with each other in safeguarding the interests of the union and in caring and providing for the children. &lt;br /&gt;b. &lt;strong&gt;They have equal rights in the running of the matrimonial household.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*So who says that the men rules the household and have final says in the family?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Section 69 makes it &lt;strong&gt;obligatory for a husband to maintain his wife and children during marriage&lt;/strong&gt;. Any married woman whose husband neglects or refuses to provide for her reasonable maintenance may apply to a District Court or a Magistrate’s Court and that Court may order the husband to pay a monthly allowance or a lump sum for her maintenance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Now I know it's essential for Hubby to pay for ALL my shopping expenses.  Maybe I can finally cut my cards now?  Heh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819424731072874270-6900710615384144755?l=missusglad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missusglad.blogspot.com/feeds/6900710615384144755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819424731072874270&amp;postID=6900710615384144755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819424731072874270/posts/default/6900710615384144755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819424731072874270/posts/default/6900710615384144755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missusglad.blogspot.com/2009/06/womens-charter-chpt-353.html' title='Women&apos;s Charter, Chpt 353'/><author><name>Gladys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07312187451958146881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SX-rcRXMIuI/AAAAAAAAD-g/gplYt_DjhWg/S220/meme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819424731072874270.post-9148527643220559734</id><published>2009-06-08T16:22:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T16:51:27.160-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Raspberry No-bake Cheesecake</title><content type='html'>Dierbergs has been having raspberries sales at $1 per punnet for the past couple of weeks, which means it's the perfect time to make raspberries cheesecake!  Normally it cost around $3 (I think) per punnet of about 30 counts, which converts to SGD4.50 or thereabouts, and this makes it an extremely expensive fruit.  To digress, raspberries contain high amount of fibre as well as significant amount of antioxidant.  Hubby doesn't like raspberries since he find them too sour; I think it's a men thing that he doesn't touch most berries.  One of the ways to make him consume these beneficial fruits is to incorporate them into his favourite food.  Heh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recipe for this extremely easy cheesecake, for lazy people like myself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 pkt of ready-made graham cracker crust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filling: &lt;br /&gt;8 oz. cream cheese, softened &lt;br /&gt;3/4 cup sifted powdered sugar &lt;br /&gt;1 tsp. vanilla extract &lt;br /&gt;1-1/2 cups whipped topping/ cream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sauce: &lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup sugar &lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup water &lt;br /&gt;1/2 Tbs. cornstarch &lt;br /&gt;1 small pkt. or 0.3 oz raspberry gelatin &lt;br /&gt;30 fresh or frozen raspberries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filling:&lt;br /&gt;Using an electric mixer, whip cream cheese in a bowl (I hand-beated it since I don't have an electric mixer). Mix in powdered sugar and vanilla extract. Fold in whipped topping. Spread on top of crust. Put in refrigerator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sauce:&lt;br /&gt;In a saucepan, cook sugar, water, and cornstarch until thickened and translucent. Remove from heat and add gelatin. Stir until dissolved. Spread gelatin mixture over top of cream cheese layer and decorate cake with raspberries.  Refrigerate until top layer thickens. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viola!  No baking hassle and it took me 30 mins just to get this done.  Perfect for a lazy wife.  Heh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/Si2GgLTqTOI/AAAAAAAAEMM/FAPHZC5bc0Y/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/Si2GgLTqTOI/AAAAAAAAEMM/FAPHZC5bc0Y/s320/2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345076220107836642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/Si2Gf_BNpvI/AAAAAAAAEME/fd4f5qc2z4A/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/Si2Gf_BNpvI/AAAAAAAAEME/fd4f5qc2z4A/s320/1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345076216809236210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819424731072874270-9148527643220559734?l=missusglad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missusglad.blogspot.com/feeds/9148527643220559734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819424731072874270&amp;postID=9148527643220559734' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819424731072874270/posts/default/9148527643220559734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819424731072874270/posts/default/9148527643220559734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missusglad.blogspot.com/2009/06/raspberry-no-bake-cheesecake.html' title='Raspberry No-bake Cheesecake'/><author><name>Gladys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07312187451958146881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SX-rcRXMIuI/AAAAAAAAD-g/gplYt_DjhWg/S220/meme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/Si2GgLTqTOI/AAAAAAAAEMM/FAPHZC5bc0Y/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819424731072874270.post-1235882468706187179</id><published>2009-06-07T21:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T21:53:33.601-05:00</updated><title type='text'>7 More Months...</title><content type='html'>We're nearing the end of Spring and I hate it!  Not only is Summer going to be hot hot hot, it also means we're nearing the end of our 18-month stay in STL.  Sigh...  I don't want to go home and slog my life out in the hot oven!  Give us more months here pls...  Sob Sob...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819424731072874270-1235882468706187179?l=missusglad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missusglad.blogspot.com/feeds/1235882468706187179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819424731072874270&amp;postID=1235882468706187179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819424731072874270/posts/default/1235882468706187179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819424731072874270/posts/default/1235882468706187179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missusglad.blogspot.com/2009/06/7-more-months.html' title='7 More Months...'/><author><name>Gladys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07312187451958146881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SX-rcRXMIuI/AAAAAAAAD-g/gplYt_DjhWg/S220/meme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819424731072874270.post-1352644349520707837</id><published>2009-06-06T01:33:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T01:56:46.716-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><title type='text'>Beyond Hope</title><content type='html'>I know I seriously should stop shopping totally till the next Federal Holiday sales in July.  Yet whenever my objective was just to window shop, I'll end up swiping my card; and when I do have the intention to purchase something I had in mind, I always ended up home empty-handed.  With three times the amount of my monthly allowance of credit card debt outstanding, I am completely down-and-out.  Still, I ended up another US$200 poorer yesterday, when my intention of going to the mall was to just get a gift for a boy's 1st birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SioVI4-qkSI/AAAAAAAAEL8/1aqeyCgqESM/s1600-h/IMG_3691.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SioVI4-qkSI/AAAAAAAAEL8/1aqeyCgqESM/s320/IMG_3691.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344107150306873634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  US$55 for 2 pairs!!!  Dirt cheap so it's a good chance to stock up on heels, though I still have 3 unworn pairs at home.  Nice prints to perk up boring suits yah.  Bought a super soft n fluffy bathrobe and a blouse with frills which I had been hunting for, among other stuffs. Super satisfied, though I am beyond bankrupt now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I've got to shop for a golf Sunday bag cos the irritating Hubby lent my bag without my knowledge to a friend.  With all the perspiration and body odour, no way am I going to use that bag again.  To punish him for not seeking my permission before taking my stuff, I'm going to get myself an expensive replacement under his tab.  Rooaarrr....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819424731072874270-1352644349520707837?l=missusglad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missusglad.blogspot.com/feeds/1352644349520707837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819424731072874270&amp;postID=1352644349520707837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819424731072874270/posts/default/1352644349520707837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819424731072874270/posts/default/1352644349520707837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missusglad.blogspot.com/2009/06/beyond-hope.html' title='Beyond Hope'/><author><name>Gladys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07312187451958146881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SX-rcRXMIuI/AAAAAAAAD-g/gplYt_DjhWg/S220/meme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SioVI4-qkSI/AAAAAAAAEL8/1aqeyCgqESM/s72-c/IMG_3691.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819424731072874270.post-5987327921004336727</id><published>2009-06-04T21:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T22:36:49.026-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Bundle of Joy</title><content type='html'>I've just received news that another of my babe is preggers!!!  Oh I am so absolutely happy for the first-time parents, and a little jealous too.  How I wish Hubby is raking in a 5-digit monthly pay-check, so we'll have enough to plan for a naughty one without altering our current life-style.  There'll be no lack of play-dates for the little one, if it were to happen.  Too bad though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhows, it's time for more shopping in the babies' department!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations, Harold and Sharon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819424731072874270-5987327921004336727?l=missusglad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missusglad.blogspot.com/feeds/5987327921004336727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819424731072874270&amp;postID=5987327921004336727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819424731072874270/posts/default/5987327921004336727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819424731072874270/posts/default/5987327921004336727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missusglad.blogspot.com/2009/06/another-bundle-of-joy.html' title='Another Bundle of Joy'/><author><name>Gladys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07312187451958146881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SX-rcRXMIuI/AAAAAAAAD-g/gplYt_DjhWg/S220/meme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819424731072874270.post-683166205929639105</id><published>2009-06-04T19:42:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T16:53:29.031-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Ang Ku Kuehs</title><content type='html'>Life's been good good good!  In fact it could not get any better as I do not have to worry about classes and assignments for 4 long months!  To ensure that I spent some of my free time wisely, I cordially invited TWC to our apartment yesterday to make some Ang Ku Kuehs; especially since we were craving for the peanut-filled traditional chinese desserts.  I haven't had those probably for at least 5 years.  It was till the birth of Zeyi that the topic of Ang Ku Kuehs and red eggs surfaced, and set some of us salivating away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting early in the morning at 10.30 was quite a feat for me, as I do not usually wake up that early except to beat the sales or to head to school.  Nevertheless, I was glad we started the quest early as our first batch of dough was not of the right constitution, and we spent a long time adjusting the amount of ingredients to fix it.  Still it was time well spent, as the texture of the "skin" was just puuurrr-fect!  Soft and chewy, and flavourful with hues of sweet potatoes and coconut.  The peanut-filling was equally good as it was very fragrant and of the right sweetness.  Perhaps our kuehs are better than what you get in some of the kopitiams.  =P    However, as the process to make ang ku kuehs is really tedious, this shall be my first and last pursuit; especially when it's readily available everywhere when we get back to Singapore.  Anyway, I guess all three of us deserve a pat on the shoulders for slogging six long hours to make such yummy delicalies for our hubbies.  Particularly so when it's our virgin attempts.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just some pictures to whet your appetites...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/Sihy-7D-uvI/AAAAAAAAELk/ROU4kKoB4Dk/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 282px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/Sihy-7D-uvI/AAAAAAAAELk/ROU4kKoB4Dk/s320/1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343647383206935282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/Sihy-hN2b1I/AAAAAAAAELc/1Zn_jA3W6ts/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 282px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/Sihy-hN2b1I/AAAAAAAAELc/1Zn_jA3W6ts/s320/2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343647376269012818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SihzRYtayUI/AAAAAAAAEL0/klek5CXFeSo/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 282px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SihzRYtayUI/AAAAAAAAEL0/klek5CXFeSo/s320/3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343647700403013954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819424731072874270-683166205929639105?l=missusglad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missusglad.blogspot.com/feeds/683166205929639105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819424731072874270&amp;postID=683166205929639105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819424731072874270/posts/default/683166205929639105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819424731072874270/posts/default/683166205929639105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missusglad.blogspot.com/2009/06/ang-ku-kuehs.html' title='Ang Ku Kuehs'/><author><name>Gladys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07312187451958146881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SX-rcRXMIuI/AAAAAAAAD-g/gplYt_DjhWg/S220/meme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/Sihy-7D-uvI/AAAAAAAAELk/ROU4kKoB4Dk/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819424731072874270.post-1813540531540996306</id><published>2009-06-03T00:18:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T00:26:00.841-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Flu-Strickened</title><content type='html'>I was feeling under the weather last night.  Had a throbbing headache and was feeling extremely cold though I had a sweater on and the temp of the air-conditioner was turned up pretty much.  I wonder if it's because I had been in and out of the intense heat in the day when I was out shopping with The Wives' Club, or is it The Flu.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With another week more to go before I make my way back home for a short vacation, I'm really hoping I'll recover fast and be in tip-top condition, enough to prevent the Swine Flu from hitting me.  It's quite scary to be in the plane for 20 long hours during this time when an epidemic is widespread.  Surviving a long flight alone is torturous enough, yet I have more to worry about now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh...  God bless me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819424731072874270-1813540531540996306?l=missusglad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missusglad.blogspot.com/feeds/1813540531540996306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819424731072874270&amp;postID=1813540531540996306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819424731072874270/posts/default/1813540531540996306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819424731072874270/posts/default/1813540531540996306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missusglad.blogspot.com/2009/06/flu-strickened.html' title='Flu-Strickened'/><author><name>Gladys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07312187451958146881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SX-rcRXMIuI/AAAAAAAAD-g/gplYt_DjhWg/S220/meme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819424731072874270.post-2681020120336110412</id><published>2009-05-31T22:39:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T22:53:00.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hair Cut</title><content type='html'>Finally we moved our asses and got down to trimming Hubby's long and unruly hair today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SiNNqC5B-AI/AAAAAAAAEKE/iABseDiCh_4/s1600-h/a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 282px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SiNNqC5B-AI/AAAAAAAAEKE/iABseDiCh_4/s320/a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342198967717459970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Nice right?  So much better than the last trim by me.  I'm such a genius!  Then again, how can I not be one with Hubby giving lots of instructions on how to trim, which parts to thin, how short to trim, etc.  I almost blew with his endless commands.  Yet I thought we both did a good job at the end of the mind-boggling hour-long task.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at that sour face.  LOL! He was relunctant to pose for a picture, as I wanna show the world what a professional hairdresser the wife is.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.  Unlike the &lt;a href="http://missusglad.blogspot.com/2008/11/nitty-gritties.html"&gt;last time&lt;/a&gt;, Hubby came out unharmed after today's hair-cut, but I accidentally snipped off a tiny flesh from my ring-finger.  Ouch!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819424731072874270-2681020120336110412?l=missusglad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missusglad.blogspot.com/feeds/2681020120336110412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819424731072874270&amp;postID=2681020120336110412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819424731072874270/posts/default/2681020120336110412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819424731072874270/posts/default/2681020120336110412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missusglad.blogspot.com/2009/05/finally-we-moved-our-asses-and-got-down.html' title='Hair Cut'/><author><name>Gladys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07312187451958146881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SX-rcRXMIuI/AAAAAAAAD-g/gplYt_DjhWg/S220/meme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SiNNqC5B-AI/AAAAAAAAEKE/iABseDiCh_4/s72-c/a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819424731072874270.post-5091792570818526625</id><published>2009-05-31T21:08:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T16:53:29.031-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Chicken with Sesame Oil and Ginger</title><content type='html'>I haven't been cooking proper and nice dinner for Hubby for the past 3 weeks.  Had been busy holidaying, shopping and bringing Mum and Geri around when they were here.  Feeling a little guilty, I whipped up one of Hubby's favourite dish again.  It's also what I had been craving for recently and it's one of the dishes that has plently of health benefits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SiNHkYJURGI/AAAAAAAAEJ8/aIEaYBNDL1A/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SiNHkYJURGI/AAAAAAAAEJ8/aIEaYBNDL1A/s320/2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342192273273930850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  It doesn't look as appetising here, but it is really kick-ass awesome!  Not that I am trying to brag about my own culinary skills, but it's indeed one of the few dishes that I am proud of, really.  I added lots of black fungus, which is known to cleanse a woman's womb, as well as ginger and sesame oil, to expel wind from the tummy.  It's actually a popular confinement dish, but you can find it at most "cai-fan" store in the Kopitiams too.  Hubby and I slurped up the entire big bowl of chicken wingettes, and he ended his meal with a burp and a "good stuff!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recipe: &lt;br /&gt;* all measurements were approximated as I didn't exactly measure the amount of sauces used.  I just poured from the bottle and estimated by past experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marinate 2 packs (28 count) of wingettes in 2 tbs of grated ginger for 30mins.&lt;br /&gt;Thinly slice about a thumbsized of ginger and fry with 1 tbs of sesame oil till almost golden.&lt;br /&gt;Add wingettes and fry till surface turn white (add more sesame oil if needed).&lt;br /&gt;Add a handful of black fungus and chinese mushrooms (after soaking both), and stir for a min till fragrant.&lt;br /&gt;Pour in 1/2-1 cup water, a tbs of cooking/rice wine, a tbs of dark soy sauce, 1-2 tbs of light soy sauce, and a tbs of DOM (and more sesame oil if desired).  Adjust amount of sauces and water to suit your own taste bud.&lt;br /&gt;Bring to boil then simmer till flesh from wingettes almost fall off from bones (about 30 mins).&lt;br /&gt;Viola!  Enjoy the nice, fragrant sauce with steamed rice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819424731072874270-5091792570818526625?l=missusglad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missusglad.blogspot.com/feeds/5091792570818526625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819424731072874270&amp;postID=5091792570818526625' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819424731072874270/posts/default/5091792570818526625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819424731072874270/posts/default/5091792570818526625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missusglad.blogspot.com/2009/05/chicken-with-sesame-oil-and-ginger.html' title='Chicken with Sesame Oil and Ginger'/><author><name>Gladys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07312187451958146881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SX-rcRXMIuI/AAAAAAAAD-g/gplYt_DjhWg/S220/meme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SiNHkYJURGI/AAAAAAAAEJ8/aIEaYBNDL1A/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819424731072874270.post-2116624192038575757</id><published>2009-05-30T21:29:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T23:57:53.843-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Join</title><content type='html'>On May 29th, the US-based Singapore F-15 fighter plane team welcomes a new member to its troop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SiHsOIIksXI/AAAAAAAAEJE/OZhlcKL2cPs/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 219px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SiHsOIIksXI/AAAAAAAAEJE/OZhlcKL2cPs/s320/1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341810360483885426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Chan Zeyi, the little prince of Mr. &amp; Mrs. Chan!  Oh, and look at that jet black crowning glory of his.  Absolutely beautiful!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819424731072874270-2116624192038575757?l=missusglad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missusglad.blogspot.com/feeds/2116624192038575757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819424731072874270&amp;postID=2116624192038575757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819424731072874270/posts/default/2116624192038575757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819424731072874270/posts/default/2116624192038575757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missusglad.blogspot.com/2009/05/new-member.html' title='A New Join'/><author><name>Gladys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07312187451958146881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SX-rcRXMIuI/AAAAAAAAD-g/gplYt_DjhWg/S220/meme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SiHsOIIksXI/AAAAAAAAEJE/OZhlcKL2cPs/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819424731072874270.post-3396072868479013647</id><published>2009-05-28T22:22:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T16:53:29.031-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Happy Dumpling Festival</title><content type='html'>端午节 is the time for bak zhang!  TWC got together to make our very own rice dumplings, since no where can we get fresh n nice ones in STL. Very satisfied with my own virgin home-made zhangs, though all I did was wash, chop and wrap.  The main credits still go to Peisuan and Josephine, who fry the ingredients and did the pro wrapping of the zhangs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/Sh9Ye732ZbI/AAAAAAAAEI8/wuoshBpM3UY/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/Sh9Ye732ZbI/AAAAAAAAEI8/wuoshBpM3UY/s320/1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341084971575961010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  My masterpieces.  See my ugly zhangs, especially those circled in red?  As long as the rice doesn't spill out I'm good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/Sh9WlGtgyKI/AAAAAAAAEIU/aupQxWsiJ0I/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/Sh9WlGtgyKI/AAAAAAAAEIU/aupQxWsiJ0I/s320/2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341082878541351074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  More ugly zhangs by yours truly, which "exploded" after cooking.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/Sh9WlE3lqkI/AAAAAAAAEIM/r5mhEGV-ZwI/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 282px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/Sh9WlE3lqkI/AAAAAAAAEIM/r5mhEGV-ZwI/s320/3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341082878046743106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  After spending the entire noon wrapping my dumplings, I still couldn't figure out the correct method to do so.  Alas, I reckoned the fastest and easiest way is to wrap it like a parcel lah (recall how nuo mi chicken is being wrapped).  You could see that my parcel-method didn't work very well too...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/Sh9Wk6Oic-I/AAAAAAAAEIE/PxWO7nMtZJo/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/Sh9Wk6Oic-I/AAAAAAAAEIE/PxWO7nMtZJo/s320/4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341082875190211554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Our rice dumplings! &lt;br /&gt;FYI, these nice ones are not wrapped by me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never thought that bao bak zhang is soooooo tedious.  It shall be my first and last attempt at making home-made zhangs.  Though these gems are seriously delicious, I still miss my Kim Choo Nonya zhangs...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819424731072874270-3396072868479013647?l=missusglad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missusglad.blogspot.com/feeds/3396072868479013647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819424731072874270&amp;postID=3396072868479013647' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819424731072874270/posts/default/3396072868479013647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819424731072874270/posts/default/3396072868479013647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missusglad.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-dumpling-festival.html' title='Happy Dumpling Festival'/><author><name>Gladys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07312187451958146881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SX-rcRXMIuI/AAAAAAAAD-g/gplYt_DjhWg/S220/meme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/Sh9Ye732ZbI/AAAAAAAAEI8/wuoshBpM3UY/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819424731072874270.post-638895209505540041</id><published>2009-05-24T20:54:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T17:00:56.918-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><title type='text'>Shopping Madness over the Memorial Weekend</title><content type='html'>Memorial Day is a US federal holiday observed on the last Monday in each May.  It commerates US men and women who died while in military service.  It is also the time where stores across the entire country slash prices to attract customers over the long weekend.  Mum, Geri and I went Woodbury- the biggest outlet in US, early Friday morning to beat the sales crowd and left New York happily on Sat morning with an extra luagge each in tow.  Though Hubby did not join us in the NY shopping madness, he did his part in boasting the US economy by buying 10 polo tees over these 2 days in Marshalls and the Mills.  With a couple more federal holidays in the remaining months, I bet Hubby will leave the States with enough polo tees to last him for at least the next 3 years.  I should start stocking up more clothes for myself now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819424731072874270-638895209505540041?l=missusglad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missusglad.blogspot.com/feeds/638895209505540041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819424731072874270&amp;postID=638895209505540041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819424731072874270/posts/default/638895209505540041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819424731072874270/posts/default/638895209505540041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missusglad.blogspot.com/2009/05/shopping-madness-over-memorial-weekend.html' title='Shopping Madness over the Memorial Weekend'/><author><name>Gladys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07312187451958146881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SX-rcRXMIuI/AAAAAAAAD-g/gplYt_DjhWg/S220/meme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819424731072874270.post-5900111193127503702</id><published>2009-05-24T00:03:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T00:13:43.477-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Awaited Haircut</title><content type='html'>I can't bear the sight of Hubby's long unruly hair any longer!  Given that Monday is Memorial Day, I'm going to ensure that I haf some time set aside during this long weekend to give him a much-needed haircut.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My standards are obviously no better than GreatClips', but I bet it shouldn't be too far off from them by judging from Say Kwee's recent trim.  Wahaha...  No wonder Hubby is insistent on saving the bucks and having me neaten up his crowning glory instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see if my hairdressing skills have improved in a couple of day's time.  ;P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819424731072874270-5900111193127503702?l=missusglad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missusglad.blogspot.com/feeds/5900111193127503702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819424731072874270&amp;postID=5900111193127503702' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819424731072874270/posts/default/5900111193127503702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819424731072874270/posts/default/5900111193127503702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missusglad.blogspot.com/2009/05/long-awaited-haircut.html' title='Long Awaited Haircut'/><author><name>Gladys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07312187451958146881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SX-rcRXMIuI/AAAAAAAAD-g/gplYt_DjhWg/S220/meme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819424731072874270.post-3828603324996468735</id><published>2009-05-23T17:50:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T18:09:50.163-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mid-year Resolution</title><content type='html'>I know this sounds hilarious.  Since I made no resolution at the beginning of this year as I did not see a need to (or perhaps I don't usually believe in one), I may as well set one now.  My mid-year reso is to get in shape (read flat tummy, sexy back, toned limbs), regain that glow (to clear that conjested complexion of mine!) and to acquire a better fashion sense.  I abhor jeans, yet to think the bitter weather had me succumbed to them for half a year!  It's now time to show some legs again, but I seriously need to look much better before doing so.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I should start an exercise regime soon though I never like to move my limbs in rapid motions (except when out clubbing), since no-way am I going to cut down on my cakes, chocs n ice-creams intake.  Sigh...  Maybe I could arrange a gym schedule with Peisuan and Josephine starting from the coming week; motivation from peers should keep me disciplined. Life is bitter when the need to exercise arises.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819424731072874270-3828603324996468735?l=missusglad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missusglad.blogspot.com/feeds/3828603324996468735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819424731072874270&amp;postID=3828603324996468735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819424731072874270/posts/default/3828603324996468735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819424731072874270/posts/default/3828603324996468735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missusglad.blogspot.com/2009/05/mid-year-resolution.html' title='Mid-year Resolution'/><author><name>Gladys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07312187451958146881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SX-rcRXMIuI/AAAAAAAAD-g/gplYt_DjhWg/S220/meme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819424731072874270.post-7045447887445152315</id><published>2009-05-18T01:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T16:53:29.031-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Cravings</title><content type='html'>I'm longing for mee pok, orr luak, wanton mee, laksa, mala steamboat, Gayathri's fish curry, etc etc.  Oh and rich chocolate cakes as well as cheese cakes.  Sigh... I hope I have a bottomless-pit-sized stomach and that all local delicacies can be found here.  Yum yum!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819424731072874270-7045447887445152315?l=missusglad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missusglad.blogspot.com/feeds/7045447887445152315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8819424731072874270&amp;postID=7045447887445152315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819424731072874270/posts/default/7045447887445152315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8819424731072874270/posts/default/7045447887445152315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missusglad.blogspot.com/2009/05/cravings.html' title='Cravings'/><author><name>Gladys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07312187451958146881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VX9MGixK--o/SX-rcRXMIuI/AAAAAAAAD-g/gplYt_DjhWg/S220/meme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
