<?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-30160825</id><updated>2011-12-15T10:58:24.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Come.Under.Me.</title><subtitle type='html'>Wrap me around you &amp; Delight in my touch...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsatinsheets.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160825/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsatinsheets.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>red_satin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06442326733596771930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1583/3229/1600/red%20satin%202.0.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30160825.post-115880821128679353</id><published>2006-09-21T11:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T10:59:20.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello!</title><content type='html'>It's been a long time! Hope all has been well with all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been too busy with work after Osaka - Reports to write, presntations to give and seminars to attend. There are certainly no free lunches in the world - the company flies you on first class to the sunny city with the beautiful ocean and you come back to slog like a bull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not one to complain at length so here's a fun quiz to try out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Seduction Style: Prized Object&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofseducerareyouquiz/prized-object.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The seduction game you play is tried, true, and still effective: hard to get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know that the best seducers turn the tables - and get their crush to seduce them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one running has the power, and you're a challenge that is worth the chase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a master of enticing and pulling back. Giving a little and taking some away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are controlled enough to know rewards come after a long seduction dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though you want to call, email, or say "I love you" first - you don't!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're style is the perfect mix of hot and cold - so much so that you have many suitors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think Holly Golightly from Breakfast at Tiffany's ... or any of those creepy guys from the Bachelor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're skilled at inspiring a chase. The real test is picking the person to slow down for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofseducerareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Seducer Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30160825-115880821128679353?l=redsatinsheets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsatinsheets.blogspot.com/feeds/115880821128679353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30160825&amp;postID=115880821128679353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160825/posts/default/115880821128679353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160825/posts/default/115880821128679353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsatinsheets.blogspot.com/2006/09/hello.html' title='Hello!'/><author><name>red_satin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06442326733596771930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1583/3229/1600/red%20satin%202.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30160825.post-115562237012221565</id><published>2006-08-15T14:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T06:12:36.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's on this week?</title><content type='html'>Last week was a blast! The National Day celebrations and holiday were breaths of fresh air to perk myself up for the rest of the week. Somehow, the week seemed more manageable with a holiday in mid-week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, we are back to full 5-day week this week. With deadlines looming and work piling up, I know it aint going to be fun. Like today, I ate in cos I have to run this program that takes 1 hour 16min 23sec to complete one run. I have to be ard to monitor if any error msgs pops out. I certainly do not have the luxury of time to let it run, go out for lunch and come back to see that the program has hung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am typing this while munching on my turkey ham and honey dijion sandwich and waiting *in anticipation* for the program to hang. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do I have to look forward to this week?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dinner + drinks, the usual routine after work with friends for tonight and Thursday night. Yah.. the activity itself doesnt sound fun but the company is. :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dinner with BF at the Fullerton on Fri&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sat would be spent running errands, planning my trip, packing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sun -- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Off to Osaka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!!! :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cant wait! :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30160825-115562237012221565?l=redsatinsheets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsatinsheets.blogspot.com/feeds/115562237012221565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30160825&amp;postID=115562237012221565' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160825/posts/default/115562237012221565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160825/posts/default/115562237012221565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsatinsheets.blogspot.com/2006/08/whats-on-this-week.html' title='What&apos;s on this week?'/><author><name>red_satin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06442326733596771930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1583/3229/1600/red%20satin%202.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30160825.post-115501618869631182</id><published>2006-08-08T13:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T13:51:13.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Business Trips</title><content type='html'>Just received news that I will be going on a business trip to Osaka end of this month!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOO HOO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cant wait to go to the Land of Rising Sun on a full-board, 5-star basis. Am sure it will be a smashingly luxurious experience! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends are also flying around the globe for business trips these few months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wool is in Germany now , touring with her musical as the stage manager.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corduroy is flying off to France for the Cannes festival in October!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linen is diving in Malapascua to see the Thresher sharks. ^#$! Bit*ch *Grumble*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Velvet is touring China in the current heat wave, that crazy woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Lace was back in SG for a wild weekend with us. Oh! That goon was gone for too long. She was chatted up by a hot national runner (hint: Sprinter, Record-holder) that night without even realising it!! Muahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30160825-115501618869631182?l=redsatinsheets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsatinsheets.blogspot.com/feeds/115501618869631182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30160825&amp;postID=115501618869631182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160825/posts/default/115501618869631182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160825/posts/default/115501618869631182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsatinsheets.blogspot.com/2006/08/business-trips.html' title='Business Trips'/><author><name>red_satin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06442326733596771930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1583/3229/1600/red%20satin%202.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30160825.post-115453725199468983</id><published>2006-08-03T00:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T00:55:18.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Planning Ahead</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Friend: The choreographer's comin back next month! Woohoo! I cant wait!!!! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me: Haha.. good for you babe! It has been a long seperation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Yah man.. oh yes! Do you know how I can delay or bring forward my period?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Heh *wink wink* Pent-up desires I see... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Yah la! We are planning to stay at the hotel the night he reaches.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hahahaha... Scared the walls in your house too thin huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Heh.. dowan my parents to walk into us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cant imagine how explosive it will be! Mine was super when we separated for 3 weeks. We went 3 rounds non-stop!!! And a total of 5 times the whole day. If the level of explosiveness is directly proportional to the days of seperation, I think there might be a mini earthquake at the hotel!!! Tremors!!! Shake!!!! hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;*Blush* Yes. It was something like that the last time round. BTW, i expect to be bloody mary on the day he touches down leh. How? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Take the pill lor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;But the pill makes me feel bloated and moody. Any alternatives?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;Erm.. not that I know of. But you can take it to make it come faster so it'll come before he arrives and you can stop taking the pill. Then you wun feel moody and bloated when he's here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Good idea! The fun wun be spoilt then!:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;---As the wise always say, "Fail to Plan, Plan to Fail."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30160825-115453725199468983?l=redsatinsheets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsatinsheets.blogspot.com/feeds/115453725199468983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30160825&amp;postID=115453725199468983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160825/posts/default/115453725199468983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160825/posts/default/115453725199468983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsatinsheets.blogspot.com/2006/08/planning-ahead.html' title='Planning Ahead'/><author><name>red_satin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06442326733596771930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1583/3229/1600/red%20satin%202.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30160825.post-115389480659994501</id><published>2006-07-26T14:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T14:05:25.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Arranging a time to meet</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Lace is flying into town from &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BKK&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for a three day conference and arranged with the Singapore girls to go partying over the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corduroy sent an email asking&lt;br /&gt;"What time are we meeting?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linen, who is working in &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HK&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, replied cheekily,&lt;br /&gt;"I'll reach ard 1130pm, cos I will be playing basketball in the courts at Hollywood Road at 8pm."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corduroy then replied,&lt;br /&gt;"How about meeting you at Armani bar (in HK) at 1am instead?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Denim (who is in &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NYC&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;/span&gt; wrote,&lt;br /&gt;"Eh, why not party at Ciele? Say meet at 12am?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Velvet (&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tokyo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;) added,&lt;br /&gt;" I vote for Warehouse! We'll go karaokaying before clubbing till 7am!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plans all sound GRRRREAT!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;The thing about meeting them is, I wonder which time zone we are talking about. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30160825-115389480659994501?l=redsatinsheets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsatinsheets.blogspot.com/feeds/115389480659994501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30160825&amp;postID=115389480659994501' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160825/posts/default/115389480659994501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160825/posts/default/115389480659994501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsatinsheets.blogspot.com/2006/07/arranging-time-to-meet.html' title='Arranging a time to meet'/><author><name>red_satin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06442326733596771930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1583/3229/1600/red%20satin%202.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30160825.post-115329257600284638</id><published>2006-07-19T14:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T08:43:00.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tip to stay awake and alert at work</title><content type='html'>Feeling tired and listness cos the weekend is still faraway?&lt;br /&gt;Trying to stay awake but wants to control your addiction to caffaine?&lt;br /&gt;Wanna feel entertained but surfing blogs and what-not on the work computer is not perking you up and providing you with sufficient entertainment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try --&lt;br /&gt;Sending naughty smses to keep the juices flowing! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Result --&lt;br /&gt;Hyper brains + sparkling eyes + radiant faces + (slutty) smiles = Positive employees = Happy bosses.&lt;br /&gt;Promotions in lieu! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. of promotions will depend on the no. of parties you are sending naughty smses to based on personal preference: Twosome, threesome or mass orgy. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30160825-115329257600284638?l=redsatinsheets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsatinsheets.blogspot.com/feeds/115329257600284638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30160825&amp;postID=115329257600284638' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160825/posts/default/115329257600284638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160825/posts/default/115329257600284638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsatinsheets.blogspot.com/2006/07/tip-to-stay-awake-and-alert-at-work.html' title='Tip to stay awake and alert at work'/><author><name>red_satin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06442326733596771930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1583/3229/1600/red%20satin%202.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30160825.post-115322067153429331</id><published>2006-07-18T18:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T16:04:15.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love yourself, Keep your pride.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Last night when I was walking home, I saw a dejected frame of a young girl in front of me. I took a double take (Yes lah, I was KPO). The girl was exuding such negative vibes that I can feel it even when I was 10m from her. From the back, she looks really sad -- slouched shoulders, bowed head, dragging her feet as she walked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt really sad for her as I watched her walk away. Suddenly, my heart froze as my brain registered --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;It's her!&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon realisation, I wanted to go up to her to ask her why is she here, but I stopped myself from running after her, for fear of embarassing her. I was afraid that if she was crying, facing her would be extremely awkward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She, is my brother's ex-gf. I believe they broke up way before the World Cup started. I had guessed of their break-up when she called my house several times when my family was watching WC matches asking for my bro, but he was not at home. She made such calls frequently (at 15 min intervals). I guessed it was either my bro is not picking up her calls or she wanted to 'spot-check' on my bro to see if he was at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially, I was frustrated with her persistent calling. Nobody likes to be disturbed when watching soccer matches. Added the fact that my maid was asleep even before the earliest match begun at 11pm, I am always the one answering the phone cos I am the youngest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*grumble-mumble*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you would expect that after a few times of answering her calls within ONE match, I started to show my impatience. From the courteous "Nope, He's not in. Please call back later." to the curt "Not in" to the impatient "Not in LAH!"... Until my elder bro who was annoyed with the phone's ringing, went to answer the call and told her not to call anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But she did not stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway to cut the story short. My annoyance changed to sympathy last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was past 12 midnight. She was still loitering around my house?! She does not live near us. How is she going home? Plus taxi fares just increased! Poor thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I reached home, I wanted to tell my bro abt my 'sighting' but alas! my bro wasnt even home! So was she waiting to see my bro's car turn into the driveway??!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I felt really guilty. Sometime back, my mom was gloating to me about my bro's break-up cos she did not like the girl. Felt that she has no manners and too 'xiao-jie-qi'. I did not like her too, cos I thought I am rather diva-like already, but she is worst! Eg, it is basic GF etiquette to give your BF 'face' in front of others. No matter that you actually wear the pants, you have to lend the guy the pants when you are with others. At least dun act like a brat lah! But she, wah.. throws her temper outrightly. Even when she was out in the restaurant having dinner with my mom for the FIRST time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am rather surprised that she will become a 'stalker' after break-up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;I was affected for the whole night. I felt really sorry for her. Maybe I feel for her cos I am a girl myself... &lt;strong&gt;No matter how badly you do not want the relationship to end, I think it is important to love yourself. No guy is worth getting so dejected over.&lt;/strong&gt; Definitely not my brother! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30160825-115322067153429331?l=redsatinsheets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsatinsheets.blogspot.com/feeds/115322067153429331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30160825&amp;postID=115322067153429331' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160825/posts/default/115322067153429331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160825/posts/default/115322067153429331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsatinsheets.blogspot.com/2006/07/love-yourself-keep-your-pride.html' title='Love yourself, Keep your pride.'/><author><name>red_satin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06442326733596771930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1583/3229/1600/red%20satin%202.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30160825.post-115263594735358000</id><published>2006-07-11T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T00:41:19.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you ageist?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My gfs are getting increasingly frustrated at work. They feel so demoralised cos they have to play the 'bad guy' to pple older and more experienced than them, telling them that their work is not good enough. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Corduroy lamented, "I think everyone in this industry hates me! Who am I to tell them that their work is not good enough when I am only 25 and has been in this industry for less than 2 years? But it is my job! :("&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lace has the same problem. Being the youngest Revenue Manager of XXX in the Asia-Pacific region, she has a lot of issues thrown at her cos of her age. Being young and dynamic, some of her out-of-the-box suggestions are questioned by others cos she is 'inexperienced'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My elder sis always have to hide her age from her new and older subordinates and act older than she really is. She is afraid that she gets judged by them that she is uncapable cos of her age, before she gets to prove her capabilities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Are these examples of prejudice against the young?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Is it so difficult to not equate someone's capabilities to his/her age?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Do you choose to take feedback or crticisms constructively based on the advisor's age? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yes, experience can teach you a lot. But if one is smart, what others can learn in one year, he/she just need one month. That is why the bright young ones climb the ladder faster- They learn fast and progress fast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I feel that by rejecting constructuve crticisms, you are only hampering your own development - A sign why there will always be another bright young 'punk' telling you that your work is not good enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Aunties and uncles, time to break out of that viscious cycle!!! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30160825-115263594735358000?l=redsatinsheets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsatinsheets.blogspot.com/feeds/115263594735358000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30160825&amp;postID=115263594735358000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160825/posts/default/115263594735358000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160825/posts/default/115263594735358000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsatinsheets.blogspot.com/2006/07/are-you-ageist.html' title='Are you ageist?'/><author><name>red_satin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06442326733596771930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1583/3229/1600/red%20satin%202.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30160825.post-115263263353880901</id><published>2006-07-11T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T18:15:23.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What type of weather are you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Lightning&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whattypeofweatherareyouquiz/lightning.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful yet dangerous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People will stop and watch you when you appear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though you're capable of random violence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are best known for: your power&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your dominant state: performing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whattypeofweatherareyouquiz/"&gt;What Type of Weather Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30160825-115263263353880901?l=redsatinsheets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsatinsheets.blogspot.com/feeds/115263263353880901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30160825&amp;postID=115263263353880901' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160825/posts/default/115263263353880901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160825/posts/default/115263263353880901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsatinsheets.blogspot.com/2006/07/what-type-of-weather-are-you.html' title='What type of weather are you?'/><author><name>red_satin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06442326733596771930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1583/3229/1600/red%20satin%202.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30160825.post-115244618908831948</id><published>2006-07-09T19:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T21:12:59.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Self Centred?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;I always have really bad cramps during the time of the month. When I say bad, it's really bad -- like writhing in the bed, clutching my tummy, groaning. I get diarrhoea, vomiting and numbness in my hands and feet too.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;During thse times, i expect to receive tender loving care from Mr BF. I want to be treated more like a Queen than Princess, more like a precious Pearl than silver. Receive more patience and love than usual. But when he does things fro me, I will be in so much pain that I usually dun say 'thanks' or smile. Sometimes, I admit I take all pampering for granted cos isnt he supposed to do all that when i am in such pain?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;So, yesterday was one of those days. I was feeling kinda lousy that my weekend plans are all messed up cos of that red dot i see in the morning. I knew all exciting plans for the weekend had to be shelved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;I called Mr BF and he went to my house to pick me up. The whole day was spent on Mr BF's bed. Shortly after we got to his place, he made me take painkillers and went out to get some food for me. After a simple lunch of Crystal Jade's congee, brewed chicken ginseng soup (and 1 durian) he left me in the room and went downstairs to throw the containers and leftover. I started feeling the pain and nauseous feeling. Through all these discomfort, i heard him open the gate downstairs and to throw the stuff in the bin outside. Then I heard him watering the plants. I was unhappy -- that busybody!!!! why cant he come up immediately. Here I am, in pain, and he still has the time to water the plants??!!??!! Cannot leave that to the maid meh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;After the water sounds stopped, I thought he will be coming up soon. At this moment, my pain became more unbearable. And I rushed to the toilet. I think the pain is making me wanna shit. After crying, shitting and breaking out in cold sweat, I went out to find Mr BF oblivious to all the pain and discomfort I had been through and was, guess what? Feeding his fish!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Wah lau.... I feel so loved!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Nvm, I went back to the room and after a while he came back. I asked him, in a weak tone, why he has to water the plants and feed his fishes when he should be more concerned about me. And his reply was, "Aiyah.. only a few minutes only what."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yah. A few minutes and I had been to hell and is still in hell.. I had no strength to quarrel as I was feeling very nauseous. I am afraid that I will vomit if I open my mouth. But Mr BF was oblivious to all. Oblivious to all my sufferings and asked if he could go to the toilet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;I nodded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;After 15 min, he came back. He has showered as well. While I took care of my own pain in his room, he not only did his business, but also showered. Fine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Then it came, I had to purge my lunch out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;After getting all my lunch out from my system, I felt really weak and drowsy. Mr BF made warm honey for me. After taking a few sips, my head felt heavy and I dozed off. It felt like dying. Slowly....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;So I 'died' for the rest of the afternoon. Till dinnertime. I woke up weak. Though the pain is almost gone, I decided I should still stay off food for some time (even though I am hungry and weak and food will surely give me the energy). I decided to distract myself from hunger by watching DVD. So I requested for Mr BF to on DVD for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;I chose to watch 'Rent'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Halfway through the show, Mr BF had to go down for dinner. So he left me staring at the 'paused' screen while he ate dinner downstairs. Thus, with the movie paused, I was no longer distracted from my hunger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;He came back with chocolate cake. Feeling hungry, I took a few small bites. And we resumed the show. Once the show was over, the hunger came back. Even more strongly. As I was feeling largely fine by the time, I requested for some chocolate cake. Mr BF said okay but after a while, he was still at his computer. I turned and asked him,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;'What are you doing? Is it important?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;And he flared up at me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;'So what it is not important? Cant I do it?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Before stomping off to get the cake he promised. Leaving me bewildered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;WTF?!??!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Storm ensued.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;I hate to be given attitude. I will not back down if you give me attitude. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Not over my dead body. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Plus, I was sick, in pain, uncomfortable, in cold sweat, puking, diarrhoea, cramps, lying on the bed the whole. bloody. day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;I am in a foul mood. I am upset that he has not give me full attention as he should have if he loved me and not assuming that leaving me to do his own stuff will be alright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Shouldnt a guy be attentive, trying to make his loved one more comfortable when she is burning in Hell? Shouldnt he be more patient and tolerant towards her and her diva-like antics cos she wanted to feel better through his TLC?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;I dunno. I am confused and hurt. I thought Mr BF loves me. He will take care of me like how he will when I am 80, lyin on the hospital bed, about to die. If this is how he treats me even before I turn old, ugly and wrinkly. Even before marrying me and spending 60 years with me. Then I think I should think twice abt my choice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I hate it when I am not given priority, I hate it even more when I am in such pain and I am not given priority. You call me self-centred. Whatever. I will go and look for that One who will hold my hand, take all these shit from me when I am sick, without making a single protest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Till then I will just go mend my wounded pride. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yes replying that private msg is so important. Even more than getting me my cake when I finally feel well enough to eat after a long battle with Pain that left me weak and hungry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now I dun care how many sorries you say. I will not forgive you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30160825-115244618908831948?l=redsatinsheets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsatinsheets.blogspot.com/feeds/115244618908831948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30160825&amp;postID=115244618908831948' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160825/posts/default/115244618908831948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160825/posts/default/115244618908831948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsatinsheets.blogspot.com/2006/07/self-centred.html' title='Self Centred?'/><author><name>red_satin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06442326733596771930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1583/3229/1600/red%20satin%202.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30160825.post-115130642087439053</id><published>2006-06-26T15:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T16:15:52.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Heap of Harry Potter</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So monday is here again! Back to work. Feeling extremely drowsy now. Did not sleep well over the weekend. In addition, I watched Portugal vs Netherlands at 4am. Minutes are ticking by real... SLOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update - I did not get picked up at Borders cos BF decided that he wants to get some books as well. So we headed there together. When we reached, BF stuck to me wherever I go. Good ting also, cos I get to discuss some books, book covers and also prices of books. Btw, I think some books are really over-priced! And there's Harry Potter EVERYWHERE in Borders. They are placed in heaps that looked like dumping ground. I dun think this is a way to sell books-- make them look like rubbish so pple will be tempted to pick them up? Who picks up rubbish in Singapore anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! MNG sale is on! but I did not get anything. It was past opening hours after I finished dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Updates from the girls!&lt;br /&gt;Velvet - I cut my hair. I really hate Japan. I have this assymetrical fringe and this soooo layered hair cut that looks GREAT if I have straight hair, but i dont. i stepped out of the hairdresser looking like I was straight out from a japanese magazine. especially my fringe. after washing it, and my hair turns wavy. argh. I look soooo weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lace - It was raining the whole day in BKK. I did not go out of the apartment at all cos I felt plain lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linen- Gay Pride party is on in NYC! my gf (Linen is les) is there to PARTY! Woohoo.. how cool is THAT?  I paid HK$280 to get into the club with free flow of drinks and I got myself so drunk!! I flashed at my friends, downed 6 shots + 3 vodka lime, danced to cool cool music and managed to shower before I get to sleep. BUT I woke up at 8:25am (didn't hear the alarm, I swear!) and decided to take the day off cos I had a meeting at 8:30am and I know I will be so screwed if I showed up late. SIGH. No more hedonistic pleasures like this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cotton - I am damn excited. School starts today. It's my first day and J's first day at work as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Well well, welcome to the working world my best fren. Hope you will stay excited and&lt;/span&gt; motivated for long! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30160825-115130642087439053?l=redsatinsheets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsatinsheets.blogspot.com/feeds/115130642087439053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30160825&amp;postID=115130642087439053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160825/posts/default/115130642087439053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160825/posts/default/115130642087439053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsatinsheets.blogspot.com/2006/06/heap-of-harry-potter.html' title='A Heap of Harry Potter'/><author><name>red_satin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06442326733596771930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1583/3229/1600/red%20satin%202.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30160825.post-115113755930496379</id><published>2006-06-24T16:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T20:48:01.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Activities</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Good weather in Singapore today. Sunny yet windy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Last heard, it is good weather in HK as well! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Linen will be going ice-skating with underpriviledged kids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Courduroy will be going to Rasa Sentosa to watch soccer and play drinking games tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I just had two good orgasms! Heading to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Borders later to get some good reads and maybe get picked up by some smart guy, for a change. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sidetrack - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Why would you want to be in the office on a Saturday afternoon? Just to be seen?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No one gets work done on a Saturday anyway...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Is your bonus dependent on how many Saturday afternoons or Sundays you spend in the office watching youtube on your computer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Maybe some naughty romp in your boss's office/ under any desk would be a very good reason to be back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hmmmm.... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30160825-115113755930496379?l=redsatinsheets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsatinsheets.blogspot.com/feeds/115113755930496379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30160825&amp;postID=115113755930496379' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160825/posts/default/115113755930496379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160825/posts/default/115113755930496379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsatinsheets.blogspot.com/2006/06/weekend-activities.html' title='Weekend Activities'/><author><name>red_satin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06442326733596771930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1583/3229/1600/red%20satin%202.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30160825.post-115108702479734448</id><published>2006-06-24T01:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T12:21:26.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sex and the City</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;This blog is inspired by the popular SATC. Realised that my girlfriends and I live a life akin to the four NY babes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Similarities -&lt;br /&gt;Straight-talking, Fun, Attractive, Confident and Smart. Loves to wine, dine and have great sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Differences -&lt;br /&gt;City - Not only NY but Tokyo, Hong Kong, Bangkok and Singapore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;Girlfriends will be named according to their favourite material. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30160825-115108702479734448?l=redsatinsheets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsatinsheets.blogspot.com/feeds/115108702479734448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30160825&amp;postID=115108702479734448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160825/posts/default/115108702479734448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160825/posts/default/115108702479734448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsatinsheets.blogspot.com/2006/06/sex-and-city.html' title='Sex and the City'/><author><name>red_satin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06442326733596771930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1583/3229/1600/red%20satin%202.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
