<?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-34525631</id><updated>2011-11-28T08:51:30.749+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life After Change</title><subtitle type='html'>Ability Will Get You To The Top But It Takes Character To Stay There</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denise-iamwhoiam.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525631/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denise-iamwhoiam.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Denizz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501663045185037874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ct0zioH3v_A/TAIH-ccCb5I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/VHEN0B7Q4NU/S220/n840826109_511485_3725.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34525631.post-169179727866552294</id><published>2010-10-23T01:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T01:50:47.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Marriage Dinner</title><content type='html'>We had 20 tables at Furama Hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His Dad is working in Batam &amp;amp; seldom comes back to Singapore, I had to wait another month which was the 4th month of my pregnancy to wait for his dad to be back.. In the end, his father also didn't turn up to our wedding..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a woman &amp;amp; pregnant, u could have gotten married when u were 3 months pregnant, (which wouldn't even show) or at 4 months which is the time u have started to gain weight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His mum is VERY traditional &amp;amp; my family is very open.. whatever date we agreed on, the mother would say it casted out a person from the family, my mum was then kinda frustrated &amp;amp; said, 'this cheong that cheong, might as well dun get married'.. In the end, we decided on a date that 'Cheong' my mum which is Rat year..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Remember' when she didn't even fork out a single cent!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who gave us money to get married? Javen's brother's friend/colleague lent us 6k to book the hotel &amp;amp; take the wedding photos..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was lucky that my total bill came out at 13k+ &amp;amp; my total angbao was 19k+.. so it definitely covered everything..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's how I got married.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34525631-169179727866552294?l=denise-iamwhoiam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denise-iamwhoiam.blogspot.com/feeds/169179727866552294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34525631&amp;postID=169179727866552294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525631/posts/default/169179727866552294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525631/posts/default/169179727866552294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denise-iamwhoiam.blogspot.com/2010/10/our-marriage-dinner.html' title='Our Marriage Dinner'/><author><name>Denizz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501663045185037874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ct0zioH3v_A/TAIH-ccCb5I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/VHEN0B7Q4NU/S220/n840826109_511485_3725.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34525631.post-6294812049622799256</id><published>2010-10-23T01:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T01:37:59.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I deserve better than that</title><content type='html'>I didn't need to elaborate.. Just that incident will be able to say what kinda guy he is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I taked it. I accepted it. Fate did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got married more or less coz i was pregnant &amp;amp; I also came to a conclusion that he does love me.. And I really did love him too! for the sacrifices i've made &amp;amp; for those who know me, u guys noe best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B4 we got married when i told him he had to let his mum know 1st, he called his mum on the hp coz he has always been staying with me &amp;amp; told her.. he passed the phone to me &amp;amp; u noe what the mum said after she told me about what i can't do during pregnancy? '你们要结婚我一分钱都不会出的，他哥哥结婚我也跟他将一样的东西’wtf?!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34525631-6294812049622799256?l=denise-iamwhoiam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denise-iamwhoiam.blogspot.com/feeds/6294812049622799256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34525631&amp;postID=6294812049622799256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525631/posts/default/6294812049622799256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525631/posts/default/6294812049622799256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denise-iamwhoiam.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-deserve-better-than-that.html' title='I deserve better than that'/><author><name>Denizz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501663045185037874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ct0zioH3v_A/TAIH-ccCb5I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/VHEN0B7Q4NU/S220/n840826109_511485_3725.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34525631.post-7513375687420344125</id><published>2010-10-23T01:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T01:29:48.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Separation</title><content type='html'>Hi guys, i know many of u will want to know what's going on? why like tat? weren't u both doing well? Well, let me start from THE REAL START;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me &amp;amp; my husband got together when we both came out of prison, we both are changed peeps, we started hanging out with my good old brother allan &amp;amp; his girlfriend which is now his wife and divorced.. we were on tagging (Which means early release from prison &amp;amp; wearing something like a watch on your leg) like the photo.. allan is on the left &amp;amp; my husband (Javen Tan) on the right&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 409px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 321px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530920973237929218" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ct0zioH3v_A/TMHHUjKaxQI/AAAAAAAAAI0/8tZUnSOz1Xc/s320/0+003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband and I are kinda heavy drinkers.. we need to drink every night, but he tends to be VERY verbally abusive to me when he drinks..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did a very wrong mistake was when we both were at a pub after work one day, b4 we got married and stuff, i was walking to the toilet &amp;amp; a group of guys just turned to look at me, not talk to me or anything like tat.. when i returned to my seat, he asked me if i knew who they were &amp;amp; i said no, he then asked me why they looked at me, i said i had no idea.. further on, when I was smoking outside, he played pool with one of them &amp;amp; guess wat? it became a quarrel &amp;amp; they all came outside to kinda 'fight'.. 5 of them were against him alone.. they fought &amp;amp; as a natural reaction of a woman, i pulled one of them back &amp;amp; said can you guys stop fighting.. Javen, stopped the fight &amp;amp; pulled me to a corner &amp;amp; shouted to my face RIGHT IN FRONT OF THE WHOLE OF BOAT QUAY, 'u fucking prostitute u like people to touch u arh'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Booom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked away &amp;amp; let him continue his fucking fight.. but i called his friends to ask them to assist him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he called me NOT to apologise but explain his reactions as he didn't want me to get involved or hurt in the fight &amp;amp; that was the only thing he could have said to make me go..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELLO~!!!!! I DESERVE BETTER THAN THAT!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34525631-7513375687420344125?l=denise-iamwhoiam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denise-iamwhoiam.blogspot.com/feeds/7513375687420344125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34525631&amp;postID=7513375687420344125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525631/posts/default/7513375687420344125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525631/posts/default/7513375687420344125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denise-iamwhoiam.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-separation.html' title='My Separation'/><author><name>Denizz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501663045185037874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ct0zioH3v_A/TAIH-ccCb5I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/VHEN0B7Q4NU/S220/n840826109_511485_3725.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ct0zioH3v_A/TMHHUjKaxQI/AAAAAAAAAI0/8tZUnSOz1Xc/s72-c/0+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34525631.post-4773703421532717343</id><published>2010-05-31T13:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T13:53:42.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have an uncle which is my mum's oldest brother moved into their new place yesterday.. Just he and his wife, as he used to be living with his son &amp;amp; due to issues with daughter-mother-in-law (as usual), they bought their own 3NG HDB flat in Bedok.. 3NG normally refers to units with attached master-room toilet.. Corner units which also have toilets are normally bigger and they are referred to as 3A unit.. They actually spent 50K on renovations!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Its sad that children aren't able to get along with the old nowadays but for my instance I feel its becoz of how the world has actually grown &amp;amp; some of the elderly hasn't really changed like how the world changes.. Difficult to understand? Aiyah, just means their way of thinking is History! lolx of coz i'm not referring to all, like mother-in-laws like my mum is so open-minded.. we can drink, smoke, club together.. which is definitely a better way of getting to know your child &amp;amp; their group of friends better.. if you know your child is slighty wilder than others.. come on, just let go a little.. as how my situation was when I was young, my dad used to be very strict, during secondary school days, i had to be home after school by 3pm, i could only go out on 1 weekend &amp;amp; had to be back by 7pm.. my friends were all going to Canto for tea dance &amp;amp; stuff &amp;amp; i had to be back by 7pm!! i didn't get to go though &amp;amp; when i came back late, i got whacked! belt, cane, wooden ruler was the usual tools.. once, i was slapped infront of my friend &amp;amp; my father's friend without even listening to any explanation.. i hated him. seriously..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;so, ever since my mum left him, it was the time of my total freedom &amp;amp; that was where i really lost it.. i came back really late, i got into drugs &amp;amp; it took me twice to get caught and ultimately change.. i lost 3 years of my youth to prison..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34525631-4773703421532717343?l=denise-iamwhoiam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denise-iamwhoiam.blogspot.com/feeds/4773703421532717343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34525631&amp;postID=4773703421532717343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525631/posts/default/4773703421532717343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525631/posts/default/4773703421532717343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denise-iamwhoiam.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-have-uncle-which-is-my-mums-oldest.html' title=''/><author><name>Denizz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501663045185037874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ct0zioH3v_A/TAIH-ccCb5I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/VHEN0B7Q4NU/S220/n840826109_511485_3725.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34525631.post-7336685360053753034</id><published>2010-05-30T14:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T13:22:02.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My precious princess is now coming 14 months! Hectic sia!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ct0zioH3v_A/TAIMl_VLdgI/AAAAAAAAAIE/VoIAhxA0EuY/s1600/IMG_0343.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476953943630902786" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ct0zioH3v_A/TAIMl_VLdgI/AAAAAAAAAIE/VoIAhxA0EuY/s320/IMG_0343.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Its been 1year and 1month since i've blogged.. lolx! having a great time now.. great friends, great family &amp;amp; don't need to think too much on my career as my husband has been quite responsible with finances &amp;amp; stuff.. he just got he's commission &amp;amp; he gave half of it to me &amp;amp; another quarter to my mum.. very decisive ya? am i lucky or what? rofl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tasha has been such a darling, but she's really spoilt &amp;amp; loves to pretend to cry when she doesn't get what she wants.. Look at her on the left &lt;---------- it was taken on her birthday.. she imitates really fast like one incident was that she loves to take my mum's alarm clock so my mum said, aiyah can u stop taking the alarm clock, guess what? she put back the alarm clock &amp;amp; mumbled 'ai..yah..'! my mum got a shock! she can say simple words like, shoes, juice, ball ball, mama, dada &amp;amp; please..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Thought of bringing her for a swim but it looks like its gonna rain.. she loves water too! And she doesn't cry when she goes for a haircut.. but she's REALLY active.. she can't sit still in the car or even at home.. seems like her butt is on fire! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I've learned alot from her.. I've learned how to be patient not only with her but with people around me, she has taught me about responsibility, she also taught me alot on affection &amp;amp; love.. Its so amazing how a child could really change me like that.. She's just so precious, even when i have to leave her at home just for a few hours with my full time helper, i start thinking about her and think if my maid abuses her or anything else.. I haven't even gone for pedicure for around 2months! which i normally do every fortnight!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Will update again soon.. I hope..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34525631-7336685360053753034?l=denise-iamwhoiam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denise-iamwhoiam.blogspot.com/feeds/7336685360053753034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34525631&amp;postID=7336685360053753034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525631/posts/default/7336685360053753034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525631/posts/default/7336685360053753034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denise-iamwhoiam.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-precious-princess-is-now-coming-14.html' title='My precious princess is now coming 14 months! Hectic sia!'/><author><name>Denizz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501663045185037874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ct0zioH3v_A/TAIH-ccCb5I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/VHEN0B7Q4NU/S220/n840826109_511485_3725.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ct0zioH3v_A/TAIMl_VLdgI/AAAAAAAAAIE/VoIAhxA0EuY/s72-c/IMG_0343.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34525631.post-6218880877100563629</id><published>2009-04-21T14:44:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T15:49:56.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Few Days Of Baby Tasha</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ct0zioH3v_A/Se1xqd50ZdI/AAAAAAAAAHI/IzN_nNzXBfI/s1600-h/Baby15.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327038908644746706" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ct0zioH3v_A/Se1xqd50ZdI/AAAAAAAAAHI/IzN_nNzXBfI/s400/Baby15.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ct0zioH3v_A/Se1xqR3dftI/AAAAAAAAAHA/WjbArdtPqoA/s1600-h/Baby14.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327038905413631698" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ct0zioH3v_A/Se1xqR3dftI/AAAAAAAAAHA/WjbArdtPqoA/s400/Baby14.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ct0zioH3v_A/Se1xYZwFX4I/AAAAAAAAAG4/XgN76A0cB_k/s1600-h/baby13.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327038598292529026" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ct0zioH3v_A/Se1xYZwFX4I/AAAAAAAAAG4/XgN76A0cB_k/s400/baby13.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ct0zioH3v_A/Se1xYDmDi7I/AAAAAAAAAGw/zUvrP9s-ooQ/s1600-h/Baby12.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327038592344886194" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ct0zioH3v_A/Se1xYDmDi7I/AAAAAAAAAGw/zUvrP9s-ooQ/s400/Baby12.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ct0zioH3v_A/Se1xO55T5xI/AAAAAAAAAGo/Wsqm93gHa50/s1600-h/Baby10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327038435122472722" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ct0zioH3v_A/Se1xO55T5xI/AAAAAAAAAGo/Wsqm93gHa50/s400/Baby10.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ct0zioH3v_A/Se1xOmBCNHI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Bkv58zPsrnE/s1600-h/Baby8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327038429786158194" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ct0zioH3v_A/Se1xOmBCNHI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Bkv58zPsrnE/s400/Baby8.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;the 1st nite of bringing baby tasha back was horrible.. i didn't expect that it might be that hard.. she woke up the 1st time at nite around 1am, i gave her milk &amp;amp; she went back to sleep &amp;amp; woke up at 3am.. i gave her milk again &amp;amp; she went back to sleep &amp;amp; woke up at 4am, 5am, 6am &amp;amp; 7am! i had a part time maid who had experience to stay with me for the 1st week but i didn't want to wake joanne, as its my child &amp;amp; i had to deal with it.. she didn't sleep all the way till around 10am, when joanne woke up &amp;amp; i passed tasha to her while i got some rest.. till now, she still wakes up on an average of 2-3 hours everynight &amp;amp; day so can u imagine wat kind of rest i'm having.. joanne now comes in the morning at 9+ &amp;amp; leaves around 7pm.. but she has to do the housework too &amp;amp; i won't get rest till she finishes her work &amp;amp; helps me out with the baby..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;sometimes i regret having this baby &amp;amp; not concentrating on my career 1st and settle down only till later but this baby is so beautiful that i juz give up all negative thoughts.. i'm now helping my mum work from home &amp;amp; i told my mum to start giving me a salary only when she starts making her money.. i hope i can go back to work when tasha is 1 year old.. my poor hubby has started on his career &amp;amp; he works all the way till 10 or 11pm then reach home &amp;amp; he seldom has an off day as the property market is quite bad now &amp;amp; if he doesn't work hard, he won't get the deals.. he even has to travel everyday to and fro as he's office is in Jurong &amp;amp; we're staying in East Coast.. poor thing rite? i see the changes in him &amp;amp; how much he's willing to sacrifice for this family.. dear, u really grow up liao! lolz! he hasn't even been out for a drink for a long time.. guess i'm quite lucky as he's not the fool-around-kind of hubby.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;after my delivery i even drove out on the 3rd day to bring my dog to bath.. my stitches are getting better now &amp;amp; i still fetch my mum back from work on most of the days.. i ordered food from &lt;a href="http://www.confinementfood.com/"&gt;http://www.confinementfood.com/&lt;/a&gt; for 2 weeks (only lunch) as i dun have a confinement nanny &amp;amp; didn't have much 'bu' to take.. but the food was really boring as most of the days, i'll be eating liver or pork ribs.. it cost $380! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i've lost a total of 8kg now &amp;amp; i hope to lose another 6kg by next week? coz its tasha's full month.. i'm around 48kg now.. still fat sia.. i still can't wear most of my pants &amp;amp; i'm wearing my mum's shorts.. i even had a sudden outbreak of pimples &amp;amp; i went to Fancl yesterday to get a pimple cream &amp;amp; supplements for acne.. i've been drinking lots of water too &amp;amp; i need to go to the toilet now &amp;amp; tasha woke up too.. to be continued..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34525631-6218880877100563629?l=denise-iamwhoiam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denise-iamwhoiam.blogspot.com/feeds/6218880877100563629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34525631&amp;postID=6218880877100563629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525631/posts/default/6218880877100563629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525631/posts/default/6218880877100563629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denise-iamwhoiam.blogspot.com/2009/04/first-few-days-of-baby-tasha.html' title='First Few Days Of Baby Tasha'/><author><name>Denizz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501663045185037874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ct0zioH3v_A/TAIH-ccCb5I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/VHEN0B7Q4NU/S220/n840826109_511485_3725.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ct0zioH3v_A/Se1xqd50ZdI/AAAAAAAAAHI/IzN_nNzXBfI/s72-c/Baby15.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34525631.post-8738083790145769600</id><published>2009-04-20T14:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T16:45:01.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Birth of Baby Tasha</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ct0zioH3v_A/Sew1q8DDgSI/AAAAAAAAAGY/7fhlt2AHzl0/s1600-h/Baby9.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326691471062171938" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ct0zioH3v_A/Sew1q8DDgSI/AAAAAAAAAGY/7fhlt2AHzl0/s400/Baby9.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;sorry 4 not blogging 4 a long time.. really si bei shack! me &amp;amp; hubby have decided 1 kid is enough.. i dun tink i'll be able to go through everything again.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;actually my estimated delivery date was suppose to be on the 17th april 09.. but i gave birth 2 weeks early, on the 3rd april 09 to a beautiful princess Tasha Ash Tan (陈莠茹）.. i wanted to call her Lauren Ash Tan but i think it sounded too old for her.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i gave birth early becoz when i went for my check up, doctor said my cervix was already 4-5cm dilated.. &amp;amp; i had to induce labour.. (i was dilated &amp;amp; i didn't even know) so i checked in to Eastshore Hospital on the 3rd apr at 9.30am &amp;amp; was induced so my contractions came at about 10.30am &amp;amp; Tasha came out at 1.03pm.. fast rite? lol! when i first saw her i was thinking 'is this my daughter?' she doesn't look like me at all! she look exactly like hubby.. but i tell u the pain is something that u will never experience if u aren't a mum.. and i did natural without epidural coz when i wanted the epidural, it was too late.. little Tasha was born at 3060gms (3kg).. fat rite? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in the middle of the 2 nights, i cried.. guess i was homesick &amp;amp; missed my hubby &amp;amp; mum.. suddenly couldn't take all the good things that was happening to me.. lucky my hubby came early in the morning at 10am &amp;amp; stayed with me till 10pm.. poor him.. more updates lata.. chao!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34525631-8738083790145769600?l=denise-iamwhoiam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denise-iamwhoiam.blogspot.com/feeds/8738083790145769600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34525631&amp;postID=8738083790145769600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525631/posts/default/8738083790145769600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525631/posts/default/8738083790145769600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denise-iamwhoiam.blogspot.com/2009/04/birth-of-baby-tasha.html' title='The Birth of Baby Tasha'/><author><name>Denizz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501663045185037874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ct0zioH3v_A/TAIH-ccCb5I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/VHEN0B7Q4NU/S220/n840826109_511485_3725.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ct0zioH3v_A/Sew1q8DDgSI/AAAAAAAAAGY/7fhlt2AHzl0/s72-c/Baby9.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34525631.post-4523660612552327492</id><published>2008-12-01T23:24:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T22:25:41.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Wedding</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ct0zioH3v_A/STQEtyW9RzI/AAAAAAAAAEk/8YMuG3yMkCU/s1600-h/outdoor.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274846248216381234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ct0zioH3v_A/STQEtyW9RzI/AAAAAAAAAEk/8YMuG3yMkCU/s400/outdoor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;As many know already i got married last month on the 7th Nov 2008. Thanks to my beautiful sistas &amp;amp; javen's handsome brothers.. On that day I was kinda pissed as Javen came to pick me up late &amp;amp; drunk as he had not slept a wink.. Wah lau! my wedding day leh "ah hiah".. kaoz! anyways, i kept my composure (as usual) &amp;amp; when we arrived at his home, we had to wait first for the tea ceremony timing &amp;amp; so we went down for a puff &amp;amp; the photographer also told us to take some outside shots &amp;amp; as usual Javen &amp;amp; his brothers disappeared in action &amp;amp; i had to call him to get him to come back to get some photographs taken but through it all, my sistas &amp;amp; i were happily taking our own pictures.. Before that at my home, my sistas also didn't get to 'te kan' him too much as they were all trying to cheat their way out of the "forfeits"..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the night, our wedding banquet was held at Furama RiverFront Singapore for 20 tables of guests.. We did have a wonderful time though &amp;amp; the food was commented as good.. We also had a nights stay at the bridal suite &amp;amp; my helpers also have a adjoining room next to us.. 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MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 286px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ct0zioH3v_A/STQHQAyby3I/AAAAAAAAAF8/PyRnqs5wZSw/s400/20_5R.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34525631-4523660612552327492?l=denise-iamwhoiam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denise-iamwhoiam.blogspot.com/feeds/4523660612552327492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34525631&amp;postID=4523660612552327492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525631/posts/default/4523660612552327492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525631/posts/default/4523660612552327492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denise-iamwhoiam.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-wedding.html' title='My Wedding'/><author><name>Denizz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501663045185037874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ct0zioH3v_A/TAIH-ccCb5I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/VHEN0B7Q4NU/S220/n840826109_511485_3725.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ct0zioH3v_A/STQEtyW9RzI/AAAAAAAAAEk/8YMuG3yMkCU/s72-c/outdoor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34525631.post-8145350044714501109</id><published>2008-11-05T22:37:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T23:05:47.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New life, New hopes</title><content type='html'>To those who still don't know, yeah yeah, i'm getting married in 2 days time.. Everything has been quite a rush.. As we only started preparing for marriage in September.. Yesterday was my birthday &amp;amp; went out with my husband-to-be, mum, brother &amp;amp; doggie to East Coast for a seafood dinner &amp;amp; drinks.. Nice environment, super relax place called "Beach Cabana".. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Husband-to-be has gone home today &amp;amp; coz of the usual chinese tradition we aren't suppose to see each other for the whole day 1 day before the wedding.. And i guess as usual he's with his brother at a coffee shop drinking.. I really really pray that he'll quit drinking after our wedding as he mentioned.. Its becoming a problem as he gets easily agitated/temperamental when he's drunk.. and the worst is when he starts drinking, he doesn't want to stop till late.. there's been a few times where he drank till morning, when the sun was up then he came home.. haizz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Especially now when i'm pregnant at 4 months, i get sensitive at times too.. and i didn't sleep till morning when he came back.. its lucky that i don't have morning sickness if not i'll even dislike going out.. i try to walk alot now as they believe that it'll be easier to give birth.. AND ITS A GIRL!! i actually preferred a boy, but well well, i've seen that little girls are easier to take care of.. pray for a pretty little one..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This are pictures of my Hen's night that was on 1st Nov 2008.. We went to Loof @ Odean Towers at first, but was a totally very wrong place for us and it made us all sleepy.. So we dropped by at Dragonfly, but i sat upstairs at Mono coz i prefer singing and coz i'm pregnant its more appropriate too.. This are those that came ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ct0zioH3v_A/SRG0-VCUcLI/AAAAAAAAADI/JRL-8d7-GJ4/s1600-h/Hen%27s+nite+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265188422264582322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ct0zioH3v_A/SRG0-VCUcLI/AAAAAAAAADI/JRL-8d7-GJ4/s400/Hen%27s+nite+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks to my girls who came.. Love ya guys! hopefully even after i get married &amp;amp; give birth, we'll still have our regular get togethers ya?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stupid ah girl can't be at my wedding but still congrats to ah girl, ar-ju &amp;amp; kylie ya? lol!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ct0zioH3v_A/SRG0gACiLbI/AAAAAAAAADA/g3Ycb0zXc1I/s1600-h/Hen%27s+nite+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265187901232262578" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ct0zioH3v_A/SRG0gACiLbI/AAAAAAAAADA/g3Ycb0zXc1I/s400/Hen%27s+nite+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265189200382454754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ct0zioH3v_A/SRG1rnwE6-I/AAAAAAAAADQ/TNPjn_P_pXo/s400/Hen%27s+nite+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are the 3 musketeers &amp;amp; hopefully our little 3 girls will be as close as us too! Waiting for friday to arrive.. Dear, warn your brothers that my sisters won't let them off easily hor!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34525631-8145350044714501109?l=denise-iamwhoiam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denise-iamwhoiam.blogspot.com/feeds/8145350044714501109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34525631&amp;postID=8145350044714501109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525631/posts/default/8145350044714501109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525631/posts/default/8145350044714501109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denise-iamwhoiam.blogspot.com/2008/11/new-life-new-hopes.html' title='New life, New hopes'/><author><name>Denizz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501663045185037874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ct0zioH3v_A/TAIH-ccCb5I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/VHEN0B7Q4NU/S220/n840826109_511485_3725.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ct0zioH3v_A/SRG0-VCUcLI/AAAAAAAAADI/JRL-8d7-GJ4/s72-c/Hen%27s+nite+4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34525631.post-7041058275129227144</id><published>2008-08-15T01:39:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T22:50:38.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 months since i've blogged</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ct0zioH3v_A/SKRxOXCvuzI/AAAAAAAAACM/Pk0oKap1TQI/s1600-h/1+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234433158428998450" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ct0zioH3v_A/SKRxOXCvuzI/AAAAAAAAACM/Pk0oKap1TQI/s200/1+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh man.. sorry guys its been sometime.. well, lifes been going on, and it sucks as it go by.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my BF and I have been going on some major probs~! he's the inferior type &amp;amp; always keeping to himself ... so i dun know wat was that word to describe such a person.. i know theres such a word though.. i've changed jobs if many knew! i and my BF is now a property agent since maybe say 4 months? we were making money at the start, but as times go by.. property is slow now, we get probs with our finance, relationship &amp;amp; even drinking problem.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well well.. ok... lets say its my fault, i apologise.. but he doesn't accept? wat a guy? yeah i think so too... he's been staying with me for some time now, my mum has been buying beer, making lunch, and provides dinner for both of us.. he used to go out once in a long while with friends.. now , he's going out 2 - 3 days once or more with friends that gives him bad influence..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he's a introvert as i've found the &lt;strong&gt;golden word&lt;/strong&gt;.. no one can be more stubborn when it comes to a quarrell.. "hi, where are u?"-  " outside" thats what he'll say.. i'm always at fault..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i do love this guy with an incredible behaviour.. but i still think he's the perfect one, &lt;strong&gt;without influence&lt;/strong&gt;.. so, watever out come... we'll see... and of coz update!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ct0zioH3v_A/SKRxXB4THEI/AAAAAAAAACU/loeSFAFWpv4/s1600-h/DSC00227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234433307366857794" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ct0zioH3v_A/SKRxXB4THEI/AAAAAAAAACU/loeSFAFWpv4/s200/DSC00227.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34525631-7041058275129227144?l=denise-iamwhoiam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denise-iamwhoiam.blogspot.com/feeds/7041058275129227144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34525631&amp;postID=7041058275129227144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525631/posts/default/7041058275129227144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525631/posts/default/7041058275129227144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denise-iamwhoiam.blogspot.com/2008/08/10-months-since-ive-blogged.html' title='10 months since i&apos;ve blogged'/><author><name>Denizz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501663045185037874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ct0zioH3v_A/TAIH-ccCb5I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/VHEN0B7Q4NU/S220/n840826109_511485_3725.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ct0zioH3v_A/SKRxOXCvuzI/AAAAAAAAACM/Pk0oKap1TQI/s72-c/1+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34525631.post-2806263004227936045</id><published>2007-10-23T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T23:09:32.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>costa sand sentOsa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ct0zioH3v_A/Rx4OLx5KQ1I/AAAAAAAAACE/pJik7n-OYQs/s1600-h/me+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124549021528638290" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ct0zioH3v_A/Rx4OLx5KQ1I/AAAAAAAAACE/pJik7n-OYQs/s320/me+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;this place is horrible! i went there with my bf &amp;amp; mum &amp;amp; bro last weekend.. the rooms suck big time! its dirty! the air con in the room is so cold &amp;amp; they only give you the type of blanket that has holes! probably being used in prisons.. the room is cramp.. they gave me a room that faces the bloody forest.. the tv is blur.. the whole &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ct0zioH3v_A/Rx4NHR5KQxI/AAAAAAAAABo/Dey4RLUThUU/s1600-h/me+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124547844707599122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ct0zioH3v_A/Rx4NHR5KQxI/AAAAAAAAABo/Dey4RLUThUU/s200/me+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;resort is so small i probably only saw 1 couple swimming the pool in my whole 3 days stay! WAH PIANG! but its cheap lah.. no choice.. if i knew it was in this condition, i would have rather gone to costa sands at pasir ris or downtown east.. Man..! but we enjoyed ourselfs lah.. drank alot at Cafe Del Moar, Coastes &amp;amp; Bikini Bar.. Literally drinking 12 hours ! even got my underage brother to drink a glass of singapore sling.. no effect on him leh... sian! this chalet was actually for my bf coz it was his birthday on sunday.. hoped he enjoyed himself.. my mum got him a levi's jeans, i got him a clinique for man cologne &amp;amp; a wallet.. he's quite a un-expressive &amp;amp; easy-going person so i dun know if he enjoyed himself.. of coz i want to see the best for him... &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124548123880473378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ct0zioH3v_A/Rx4NXh5KQyI/AAAAAAAAABw/FKjDkXHHMAE/s200/me+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;costa sand sentosa is more of a sleeping place.. beta spend most of the time outside b4 u go back to sleep .. it'll be boring in the room.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34525631-2806263004227936045?l=denise-iamwhoiam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denise-iamwhoiam.blogspot.com/feeds/2806263004227936045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34525631&amp;postID=2806263004227936045' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525631/posts/default/2806263004227936045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525631/posts/default/2806263004227936045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denise-iamwhoiam.blogspot.com/2007/10/costa-sand-sentosa.html' title='costa sand sentOsa'/><author><name>Denizz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501663045185037874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ct0zioH3v_A/TAIH-ccCb5I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/VHEN0B7Q4NU/S220/n840826109_511485_3725.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ct0zioH3v_A/Rx4OLx5KQ1I/AAAAAAAAACE/pJik7n-OYQs/s72-c/me+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34525631.post-4516044761464147026</id><published>2007-10-23T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T22:47:08.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my relationship mOnths after hOme detentiOn</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ct0zioH3v_A/Rx4JWB5KQwI/AAAAAAAAABg/_k6iLxykvEg/s1600-h/me+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124543700064158466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ct0zioH3v_A/Rx4JWB5KQwI/AAAAAAAAABg/_k6iLxykvEg/s200/me+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;wow! been a lOng time since i updated.. life has been gOod .. up &amp;amp; downs in realationship &amp;amp; home.. well, thats life.. actually i have lOts of issues to talk about regarding relationships, the singapore government &amp;amp; also issues on working with parents! lets see if i can finish this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i have finished my home detention in august this year, it was a horrible year.. always so afraid that i might get home late &amp;amp; no wearing of skirts is enough to kill me! but life has been the same.. i still seldom go out ( good start) even on weekends its either stay home or fetch my bf.. there, we would probably go drinking and head home when drunk enough.. alot of my frens say i'm lucky that i have a bf to go drinking with me.. of coz we do quarrel &amp;amp; i always try to make him understand that we have to talk about our problems.. he's still stubborn but of coz i'll persevere.. i still believe that in a relationship, dun ask or think about who gives more.. coz it'll make yourself veri bitter.. theres been times when he wanted to give up coz we quarelled too much but lets face it.. which couple doesn't quarrel? and if u are the kind thats waiting for a fairy tale story, WAKE UP! though there are times when i still think bout the times when he wanted to give up .. i tink to myself, do he love me less now? or will he find someone better? will he be with someone that will quarrel less with him ? i really can't predict.. who can? i just know that i want to start a family with him &amp;amp; i trust that he's responsible to take care of our home.. be contented my frens whoever who reads.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34525631-4516044761464147026?l=denise-iamwhoiam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denise-iamwhoiam.blogspot.com/feeds/4516044761464147026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34525631&amp;postID=4516044761464147026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525631/posts/default/4516044761464147026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525631/posts/default/4516044761464147026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denise-iamwhoiam.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-relationship-months-after-home.html' title='my relationship mOnths after hOme detentiOn'/><author><name>Denizz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501663045185037874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ct0zioH3v_A/TAIH-ccCb5I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/VHEN0B7Q4NU/S220/n840826109_511485_3725.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ct0zioH3v_A/Rx4JWB5KQwI/AAAAAAAAABg/_k6iLxykvEg/s72-c/me+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34525631.post-7704586635286095835</id><published>2007-05-19T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T22:25:47.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My PerfeCt Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ct0zioH3v_A/Rk8Iza42JoI/AAAAAAAAABY/oywYc1yWQJY/s1600-h/deniz+068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066277785299199618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ct0zioH3v_A/Rk8Iza42JoI/AAAAAAAAABY/oywYc1yWQJY/s200/deniz+068.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ct0zioH3v_A/Rk8H8q42JmI/AAAAAAAAABI/zWqanL8z7PM/s1600-h/deniz+067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066276844701361762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ct0zioH3v_A/Rk8H8q42JmI/AAAAAAAAABI/zWqanL8z7PM/s200/deniz+067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;another 2mths+ to go!! so sick of my current job.. do more pay less.. really not enough 4 mi 2 carry on.. i've got my bf, the perfect 1 who has been there 4 me through my ups &amp; downs.. though makes me angry at times, he has given in much to me.. love ya so much!! being in a relationship, the most important thing is COMMITMENT.. never say "lets part" at a moment of anger.. coz it will alwayz be remembered.. stand strong &amp;amp; try to change not immediately, but slowly.. when ur loved 1 has seen the changes in u, they will follow suit.. dun try to change your loved 1.. coz they are like tat.. i've learned so much from JS.. realli so much that i noe he's the 1 for me.. he's changed me &amp; i believe juz like the start, that we will make it through the rain.. even if 1 day he may have happiness without me, i'll alwayz b happi 4 him &amp;amp; love him juz as much.. feel so happi &amp; fulfilled with my life.. i'll always be there 4 him watever happens..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;met up with janelle my close fren yesterday.. studying in a polytechic now.. realli so ha&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ct0zioH3v_A/Rk8Idq42JnI/AAAAAAAAABQ/vfeUScHbP0w/s1600-h/me+&amp;amp;+janelle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066277411637044850" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ct0zioH3v_A/Rk8Idq42JnI/AAAAAAAAABQ/vfeUScHbP0w/s200/me+%26+janelle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ppi &amp; glad 4 her.. my god-brother is out.. xiaodi.. known him 4 the past 10 yrs.. really wish him all the best in watever he does.. after my tag is over, will be working with my mum in a law firm.. hopefully all goes well &amp;amp; i'm happi tat they have offered me a pay tat i'm so more than satisfied with.. all is well 4 me.. my career, family &amp;amp; love life.. wat more can i ask 4?? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34525631-7704586635286095835?l=denise-iamwhoiam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denise-iamwhoiam.blogspot.com/feeds/7704586635286095835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34525631&amp;postID=7704586635286095835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525631/posts/default/7704586635286095835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525631/posts/default/7704586635286095835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denise-iamwhoiam.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-perfect-man.html' title='My PerfeCt Man'/><author><name>Denizz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501663045185037874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ct0zioH3v_A/TAIH-ccCb5I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/VHEN0B7Q4NU/S220/n840826109_511485_3725.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ct0zioH3v_A/Rk8Iza42JoI/AAAAAAAAABY/oywYc1yWQJY/s72-c/deniz+068.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34525631.post-4301064758005258726</id><published>2007-02-28T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T21:10:51.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'>6 mOnths gOing on 7..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ct0zioH3v_A/ReV9cypNESI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3e_HoWb6Kag/s1600-h/deniz+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036569691868172578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ct0zioH3v_A/ReV9cypNESI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3e_HoWb6Kag/s320/deniz+042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;this is the 6th month i'm out &amp; its gonna b anOther crazy 5 mOnths 2 gO.. bOring... life at wOrk has been blOod sucking &amp;amp; tOtally drenched oUt.. but luckily i have my brO there wOrking there with me 2 let me trash out my sOrrOws.. wOrk really sucks! but the cOmpany has really been rewarding me well.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;recently life has been muCh beta 4 me.. cOz ther has been this sOmeOne whO has been mOtivating me &amp; given me endless suppOrt in watever i dO.. finally sOmeOne understands me that much that i dun need to finish my sentence cOz he will dO it 4 me.. i never thOught i cOuld trust again, but he prOved me wrOng &amp;amp; i fully trust in &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ct0zioH3v_A/ReV93SpNETI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3Zec6QAOZRo/s1600-h/0+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;this relatiOnship that will bring us 2 further heights.. the best thing is, my mum likes him.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ct0zioH3v_A/ReV-hypNEVI/AAAAAAAAAAk/zmFYpi_eX7A/s1600-h/deniz+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036570877279146322" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ct0zioH3v_A/ReV-hypNEVI/AAAAAAAAAAk/zmFYpi_eX7A/s200/deniz+039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i really miz the past but i am mOre excited in my future.. i juz want 2 lead a simple, cOntented life like nOw.. have plans 2 study &amp; wOrk after my detentiOn is over.. i've alsO fOrgiven my dad &amp;amp; dO meet up with him.. thOugh, he hasn't changed much.. he's making an effOrt &amp; i'll juz dO wat a daughter needs 2 dO.. he's getting old.. can't expect him 2 make big changes.. a step @ a time.. i'm trying 2 quit smOking nOw, hOpefully drinking in future alsO.. its nOt a matter of determinatiOn but mOre of 'want' OR 'dun wan'.. i dun wan 2 "tok like thunder but nO rain".. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dOesn't life seem juz perfect 4 me to have lOved onces by my side?? thats wat life is abOut, but unfOrtunately, many fail 2 be cOntented with themselves.. thats wat makes peOple selfish &amp;amp; ignorant &amp; cynical.. been attending service at the New CreatiOn Church.. Pastor Prince is a wOnderful speaker &amp;amp; teacher.. love the service.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Till then!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34525631-4301064758005258726?l=denise-iamwhoiam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denise-iamwhoiam.blogspot.com/feeds/4301064758005258726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34525631&amp;postID=4301064758005258726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525631/posts/default/4301064758005258726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525631/posts/default/4301064758005258726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denise-iamwhoiam.blogspot.com/2007/02/6-months-going-on-7.html' title='6 mOnths gOing on 7..'/><author><name>Denizz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501663045185037874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ct0zioH3v_A/TAIH-ccCb5I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/VHEN0B7Q4NU/S220/n840826109_511485_3725.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ct0zioH3v_A/ReV9cypNESI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3e_HoWb6Kag/s72-c/deniz+042.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34525631.post-116343079728301447</id><published>2006-11-13T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T20:30:11.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 mOnths out</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6154/3805/1600/he??ven"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6154/3805/400/he%3F%3Fven%20g%3F%3Ftes%20open.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6154/3805/1600/sexy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6154/3805/400/sexy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;hey there, tiz is the 3rd month tat i'm out.. really lucky 2 be out here.. but feeling stressed out deep inside.. there's so many things that i still can't get used to.. get into a relatiOnship?? i can't.. juz can't.. when a guy treats me well, i get irritated.. finally, i'm 21 on the nov 4.. !! but still no key to my tag! still have memories of the past.. unable 2 forget everything.. never regretted but hate this feeling.. shit man! it juz seems so familiar.. currently working for HSBC doing credit cards.. well, banking is really not 4 me.. but i can't quit too.. really duno hw 2 live the next 9 MONTHS!! at work everyone has a target, target is something not meant to be met, but as long as ur close, you're fine.. it feels so de-motivating when u face like 100 rejections a day &amp;amp; u have 2 motivate urself 2 keep going.. really SI BEI SIAN AR!! worst is, u still gotta keep to the restrictions of tagging! haizzzzzzzzzz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34525631-116343079728301447?l=denise-iamwhoiam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denise-iamwhoiam.blogspot.com/feeds/116343079728301447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34525631&amp;postID=116343079728301447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525631/posts/default/116343079728301447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525631/posts/default/116343079728301447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denise-iamwhoiam.blogspot.com/2006/11/3-months-out.html' title='3 mOnths out'/><author><name>Denizz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501663045185037874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ct0zioH3v_A/TAIH-ccCb5I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/VHEN0B7Q4NU/S220/n840826109_511485_3725.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34525631.post-116019916501936611</id><published>2006-10-07T13:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T20:31:56.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6154/3805/1600/Ali,Me&amp;Ash.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6154/3805/320/Ali%2CMe%26Ash.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally i've hit the 15 accounts target for the week! happy man! i'm the tOp sales persOn 4 the week.. next week is a new week of war again.. lifes been challenging 4 me recently.. juz dunnO hw lOng i'll last.. i dun have tat much energy all the time man!! recently i've been attending the church service @ city harvest every sunday mOrning.. feel tat God has been treating me really well.. everythings gOing well 4 me... i juz leave everything 2 him.. didn't really have much faith last time, but ever since i started gOing 2 church, everything juz falls intO place... i've recently alsO started tOking 2 a childhoOd fren called weiming, he's dOing really well nw, studyin @ laselle &amp; an tattoO artist by appOintment! haha.. he loOks really hapi &amp;amp; satisfied with life.. tats sOmething i wan too.. being fulfilled in life though simple..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34525631-116019916501936611?l=denise-iamwhoiam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denise-iamwhoiam.blogspot.com/feeds/116019916501936611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34525631&amp;postID=116019916501936611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525631/posts/default/116019916501936611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525631/posts/default/116019916501936611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denise-iamwhoiam.blogspot.com/2006/10/tiz-is-photo-of-me-in-my-frenz-glasses.html' title=''/><author><name>Denizz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501663045185037874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ct0zioH3v_A/TAIH-ccCb5I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/VHEN0B7Q4NU/S220/n840826109_511485_3725.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34525631.post-115958553136800514</id><published>2006-09-30T10:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T20:33:44.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 mOnth old</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6154/3805/1600/me%20bored%20@%20work.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;its been a month since i came out.. life still the same.. not yet ready 2 open up 2 the real world yet.. realised that the world is getting faster &amp; faster each day.. everything has 2 be fast.. even in work, u dun hit ur target u get de-motivated.. singaporeans working too hard i guess! sometimes during the weekends do for a drink or something.. juz 2 relief the stresses @ work.. 2moro will be the 1st of Oct.. i'll be left with 10 mths to go! say like so fast, but in the process, Sian ar! i received Yongli's letter, he's an ex-bf who i got caught with.. he still has a very long time.. i told myself tat i have 2 be there 4 him till 2011.. i motivate him thru my letters &amp;amp; cards 2 him.. i really hope he has a beta life after this.. if he still doesn't change, i really duno wat to say liao.. yesterday, i went 2 a pub @ boat quay called white bar.. met up with an old buddy.. seems the same 2 me.. our friendship is also the same, thought that we may seem a little strange, but luckily we didn't.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34525631-115958553136800514?l=denise-iamwhoiam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denise-iamwhoiam.blogspot.com/feeds/115958553136800514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34525631&amp;postID=115958553136800514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525631/posts/default/115958553136800514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525631/posts/default/115958553136800514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denise-iamwhoiam.blogspot.com/2006/09/1-month-old.html' title='1 mOnth old'/><author><name>Denizz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501663045185037874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ct0zioH3v_A/TAIH-ccCb5I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/VHEN0B7Q4NU/S220/n840826109_511485_3725.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34525631.post-115876034124474105</id><published>2006-09-20T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T20:34:38.854+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life In Prison</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6154/3805/1600/me%20&amp;%20kOr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6154/3805/400/me%20%26%20kOr.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[a photo of me &amp; my very missed brother, Allan]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, life in prison isn't exactly bad if u know hOw 2 fend 4 urself.. but dun overdO it lah.. it was when i talked 2 this girl in prison that told me i can't carry on this way.. this girl is only arOund 25 this year.. sentenced to a total of 22yrs.. she will only be out in 2016.. i mean, can anyOne see theirselves in 2016? not me.. anOther ah ma who i saw inside was also sentenced to 20+ yrs.. already 70+ this year.. but spent half her lifetime in there.. she was caught 4 cOoking her own opium @ home.. cool thing 2 do man!! well she's been in there since 1994.. becoz she's old &amp;amp; sick.. she's grumpy.. sO no one wants 2 stay with her to take care of her.. most of her time inside was spent in the cell alone.. i dun wanna grow old tat way man.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now, after a few weeks out, still abit lost &amp; dun wish 2 open 2 the real wOrld juz as yet.. too soon.. no cOnfidence of myself too.. life outside is much mOre stressful than inside.. inside yOu only have 2 wOrry whether your family is gonna visit you &amp;amp; boredOm.. as 4 outside, you really have 2 learn hOw 2 protect urself &amp; one wrOng decisiOn can make your life go down the drain.. so DUN TRY anything brave if you dunno the concequences well.. I myself am nOt that strong yet.. sO i try 2 stay away when i can.. hOpe the people who are close 2 me understand this phrase i'm going thru.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The food inside sucks man!! Almost everyday is "tao kua &amp;amp; spinach".. if u are lucky, you will taste sand in the vege.. if not u'll be seeing ladybugs or ur friendly worm wriggling around.. i know myself tat this juz the starting &amp;amp; i will definitely say things to motivate myself but i really wanna change.. Really.. but juz unable 2 unlOck tat secOnd prison named, Society..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"People aren't bOrn with Hatred, it was beaten intO them gradually"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34525631-115876034124474105?l=denise-iamwhoiam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denise-iamwhoiam.blogspot.com/feeds/115876034124474105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34525631&amp;postID=115876034124474105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525631/posts/default/115876034124474105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525631/posts/default/115876034124474105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denise-iamwhoiam.blogspot.com/2006/09/life-in-prison.html' title='Life In Prison'/><author><name>Denizz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501663045185037874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ct0zioH3v_A/TAIH-ccCb5I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/VHEN0B7Q4NU/S220/n840826109_511485_3725.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34525631.post-115846453922702867</id><published>2006-09-17T11:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T11:46:30.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My ChildhoOd</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6154/3805/1600/my%20tattoo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6154/3805/400/my%20tattoo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i grew up in a average chin-dian family.. my dad was tat typical drinking &amp; violent indian.. used 2 cOme up home drunk &amp;amp; started 2 break things in the hOme.. if unlucky, mum &amp; i wOuld get it frOm him too.. there was once that he tried 2 hang himself on a pole outside the bathroOm.. luckily my mum brOught him dOwn &amp;amp; he got intO a fits so we called 995.. the best thing is, in the hOspital the next day, he didn't remember a single thing tat happened.. even accused us of making stOries.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;since 5, i helped him 2 pack his drugs.. by the age of 11, i was glue-stiffing in the neighbOurhoOd 'lOngkangs' of bishan park.. i started 2 play truant &amp; my attendance was like 14/96.. meaning i only went 2 schOol 14 days in the semestar.. i upgraded frOm glue-stiffing 2 ketamine, ecstasy, 5 &amp;amp; eventually ice.. i got caught in the yr 2000 where i was sent 2 Toa Payoh Girls Home for 2 yrs.. i was there fOr 22 mths b4 being released early fOr gOod behaviour..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;when i came out i was still yOung &amp; withOut a gOal in life.. i tOok my O levels but only went 4 the English paper.. sO i only got a credit in english.. i lOved tattoos, i mean who dOesn't? the 1st day i was released frOm the hOme, i started 2 take drugs again.. reasOn being 2 lose weight.. i tOld myself after i lOst weight i wOuld stOp.. i didn't.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;in 2005, while i was in a hOtel rOom with my bf &amp;amp; frenz, the dOor got brOke dOwn by the CNB &amp; i was caught yet again.. the 1st thing tat came 2 my mind was 2 jump dOwn that building.. we were @ the 7th floor.. i didn't dare lah.. my urine tested positive fOr Ice, K &amp;amp; 5.. i was sentenced tO 3 yrs imprisonment in Changi Womens Prison.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i'll cOntinue again on my time spent in Prison.. gtg now..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34525631-115846453922702867?l=denise-iamwhoiam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denise-iamwhoiam.blogspot.com/feeds/115846453922702867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34525631&amp;postID=115846453922702867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525631/posts/default/115846453922702867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525631/posts/default/115846453922702867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denise-iamwhoiam.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-childhood.html' title='My ChildhoOd'/><author><name>Denizz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501663045185037874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ct0zioH3v_A/TAIH-ccCb5I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/VHEN0B7Q4NU/S220/n840826109_511485_3725.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34525631.post-115842642337966119</id><published>2006-09-17T00:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T01:07:03.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>off day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6154/3805/1600/me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6154/3805/320/me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ccff;"&gt;wOw.. juz gOt my blOg ready.. tink i'm gOnna write a bOok bOut it.. well, the truth is juz came out of prisOn becOz of a drug offence.. ain't ashamed of it cOz it taught mii alOt.. met ppl frOm differant walks of life.. grandmOthers at the age of 70+ still serving their sentence, really hits me hard.. at least i still have a great career with mii.. intending 2 bring it tO further heights.. u believe i'll dO it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;guess i'll cOntinue 2moro.. lOtz 2 talk abOut..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;this photo is the old me.. read further &amp;amp; u'll see the new me.. hahaz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34525631-115842642337966119?l=denise-iamwhoiam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denise-iamwhoiam.blogspot.com/feeds/115842642337966119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34525631&amp;postID=115842642337966119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525631/posts/default/115842642337966119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525631/posts/default/115842642337966119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denise-iamwhoiam.blogspot.com/2006/09/off-day.html' title='off day'/><author><name>Denizz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501663045185037874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ct0zioH3v_A/TAIH-ccCb5I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/VHEN0B7Q4NU/S220/n840826109_511485_3725.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
