<?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-57314013971854437</id><updated>2012-02-17T03:15:31.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Thoughts Of Mine</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-thoughts-of-mine.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57314013971854437/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-thoughts-of-mine.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Estee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11290358216800789769</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/_b_CKhrCJatY/TGQ19KH9b4I/AAAAAAAAAFA/Gw0ZlXt65A8/S220/P1030229.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>32</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57314013971854437.post-2741755428351699379</id><published>2011-07-11T17:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T17:16:39.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving On</title><content type='html'>It's been 3 years. Have I really moved on from the relationship that hurt so deeply? The answer is not 100%. I believe it's really time to let go fully and move on. I need to let the one that let me down know that I'm better off now and my life is happier. I have family and friends that love me more than anyone else in the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let go and be a happier person.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/57314013971854437-2741755428351699379?l=little-thoughts-of-mine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-thoughts-of-mine.blogspot.com/feeds/2741755428351699379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://little-thoughts-of-mine.blogspot.com/2011/07/moving-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57314013971854437/posts/default/2741755428351699379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57314013971854437/posts/default/2741755428351699379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-thoughts-of-mine.blogspot.com/2011/07/moving-on.html' title='Moving On'/><author><name>Estee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11290358216800789769</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/_b_CKhrCJatY/TGQ19KH9b4I/AAAAAAAAAFA/Gw0ZlXt65A8/S220/P1030229.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57314013971854437.post-3978551101263294588</id><published>2011-01-16T11:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T11:01:27.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hardship??</title><content type='html'>I realized nowadays the younger generation can't really take the hardship in the working society. They would treat the job like as though the company is owned by their parents, come and go as they like. If working as a part timer is so difficult for them, what's going to happen when they are out in the society working as a full time employee?? Are they going to come and go as they like too??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/57314013971854437-3978551101263294588?l=little-thoughts-of-mine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-thoughts-of-mine.blogspot.com/feeds/3978551101263294588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://little-thoughts-of-mine.blogspot.com/2011/01/hardship.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57314013971854437/posts/default/3978551101263294588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57314013971854437/posts/default/3978551101263294588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-thoughts-of-mine.blogspot.com/2011/01/hardship.html' title='Hardship??'/><author><name>Estee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11290358216800789769</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/_b_CKhrCJatY/TGQ19KH9b4I/AAAAAAAAAFA/Gw0ZlXt65A8/S220/P1030229.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57314013971854437.post-7106082184532570638</id><published>2010-12-10T02:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T02:03:23.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Respect</title><content type='html'>Respect is a two way traffic. It is to be earned and not demand. If you know how to respect me, I will give you the respect back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking loudly or screaming your point across does not mean that you are right. It will show us that you are not confident of yourself therefore you need to talk or shout to prove your point. Why make the live of others miserable? Does it make you feel happier? Does it make you feel more superior?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/57314013971854437-7106082184532570638?l=little-thoughts-of-mine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-thoughts-of-mine.blogspot.com/feeds/7106082184532570638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://little-thoughts-of-mine.blogspot.com/2010/12/respect.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57314013971854437/posts/default/7106082184532570638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57314013971854437/posts/default/7106082184532570638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-thoughts-of-mine.blogspot.com/2010/12/respect.html' title='Respect'/><author><name>Estee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11290358216800789769</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/_b_CKhrCJatY/TGQ19KH9b4I/AAAAAAAAAFA/Gw0ZlXt65A8/S220/P1030229.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57314013971854437.post-8178371048789537258</id><published>2010-10-21T02:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T02:07:39.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Pray</title><content type='html'>Pls let us pass this obstacle. My baby brother is facing his lowest point in life. There's nothing we can do but to give his support as a family. Seeing him stressing himself over the current issue really makes me feel useless. I can't help him at all. I really pray he can overcome this issue and be strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear God (whoever you are), please help my brother.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/57314013971854437-8178371048789537258?l=little-thoughts-of-mine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-thoughts-of-mine.blogspot.com/feeds/8178371048789537258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://little-thoughts-of-mine.blogspot.com/2010/10/lets-pray.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57314013971854437/posts/default/8178371048789537258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57314013971854437/posts/default/8178371048789537258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-thoughts-of-mine.blogspot.com/2010/10/lets-pray.html' title='Let&apos;s Pray'/><author><name>Estee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11290358216800789769</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/_b_CKhrCJatY/TGQ19KH9b4I/AAAAAAAAAFA/Gw0ZlXt65A8/S220/P1030229.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57314013971854437.post-8094118298245505400</id><published>2010-09-24T03:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T03:27:08.854+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes in Priorities</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;All the while I had thought that my priority is making sure that I did my very best to make sure everything is prefect in my work. Somehow I found out it's not true at all. I may think that it's prefect but to others it may not be. Am I doing it to please other people and to gain recognition? Or am I doing it for myself?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;From now I will just do whatever I can do and not to please anyone at all. As long as I am happy, that's it. I'm not going to be nice to anyone. As long there's mistake, I will make sure there's punishment. Why make myself suffer? I should lead a happy life and not helping anyone to shoulder the wrongdoings. My priority is to have a happy soul and not one that always cry. If the opportunity comes about, I will grab and leave behind the unhappiness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/57314013971854437-8094118298245505400?l=little-thoughts-of-mine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-thoughts-of-mine.blogspot.com/feeds/8094118298245505400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://little-thoughts-of-mine.blogspot.com/2010/09/changes-in-priorities.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57314013971854437/posts/default/8094118298245505400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57314013971854437/posts/default/8094118298245505400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-thoughts-of-mine.blogspot.com/2010/09/changes-in-priorities.html' title='Changes in Priorities'/><author><name>Estee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11290358216800789769</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/_b_CKhrCJatY/TGQ19KH9b4I/AAAAAAAAAFA/Gw0ZlXt65A8/S220/P1030229.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57314013971854437.post-1609536765993531600</id><published>2010-09-12T21:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T21:45:33.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can I Love Again? (4Men feat. Davichi)</title><content type='html'>I didn't love, I didn't know what love is&lt;br /&gt;When you said you love me, I didnt know what Love is&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't have let you go&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't have laughed&lt;br /&gt;Why am I crying?&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't love so why am I crying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to hold you, won't let you fall&lt;br /&gt;I have to say goodbye, we end here&lt;br /&gt;Our love was deep but we have to breakup&lt;br /&gt;If you loved me a bit more, I wouldn't have to leave&lt;br /&gt;Dont think too much&lt;br /&gt;You made this breakup yourself&lt;br /&gt;We will be separated only for a few days, ok?&lt;br /&gt;Could we love again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you leave?&lt;br /&gt;How can you changed overnight?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know you&lt;br /&gt;Blame it only on my eager heart&lt;br /&gt;Sorry but I dont think I can come back again&lt;br /&gt;You know my heart is not like that&lt;br /&gt;So why did you send me away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our love was deep but we have to breakup&lt;br /&gt;If you loved me a bit more, I wouldn't have to leave&lt;br /&gt;Dont think too much&lt;br /&gt;You made this breakup yourself&lt;br /&gt;We will be separated only for a few days, ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think it's the end?&lt;br /&gt;Do you think it's the end? (Do you really think it's the end?)&lt;br /&gt;It's forever, right? (I'm speechless)&lt;br /&gt;Can you always be speechless to me?&lt;br /&gt;I was always like that&lt;br /&gt;We didn't have hearts, it ends right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our love was deep but we have to breakup&lt;br /&gt; If you loved me a bit more, I wouldn't have to leave&lt;br /&gt; Dont think too much&lt;br /&gt; You made this breakup yourself&lt;br /&gt;How can we do this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have no one like me to call&lt;br /&gt;You dont have to wait&lt;br /&gt;You cant lose even once because of your pride&lt;br /&gt;You still dont know what Love is&lt;br /&gt;Could we love again?&lt;br /&gt;Could I see that day come?&lt;br /&gt;Coud we love again?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/57314013971854437-1609536765993531600?l=little-thoughts-of-mine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-thoughts-of-mine.blogspot.com/feeds/1609536765993531600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://little-thoughts-of-mine.blogspot.com/2010/09/can-i-love-again-4men-feat-davichi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57314013971854437/posts/default/1609536765993531600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57314013971854437/posts/default/1609536765993531600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-thoughts-of-mine.blogspot.com/2010/09/can-i-love-again-4men-feat-davichi.html' title='Can I Love Again? (4Men feat. Davichi)'/><author><name>Estee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11290358216800789769</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/_b_CKhrCJatY/TGQ19KH9b4I/AAAAAAAAAFA/Gw0ZlXt65A8/S220/P1030229.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57314013971854437.post-8704829518357839360</id><published>2010-09-11T01:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T01:02:58.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>The word "love" stirs the deepest passion in everyone. All of us have  experienced the gift of love in various forms: love of a mother, child,  lover, friend... However, as easy as it is to love and be loved, it is  very difficult to express love. Love does not begin and end the way we seem to think it does. Love is a battle, love is a war; love is a growing up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/57314013971854437-8704829518357839360?l=little-thoughts-of-mine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-thoughts-of-mine.blogspot.com/feeds/8704829518357839360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://little-thoughts-of-mine.blogspot.com/2010/09/love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57314013971854437/posts/default/8704829518357839360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57314013971854437/posts/default/8704829518357839360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-thoughts-of-mine.blogspot.com/2010/09/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>Estee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11290358216800789769</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/_b_CKhrCJatY/TGQ19KH9b4I/AAAAAAAAAFA/Gw0ZlXt65A8/S220/P1030229.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57314013971854437.post-3820757051009335325</id><published>2010-09-09T00:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T00:32:42.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick!!!</title><content type='html'>Been feeling down the weather lately. No appetite and feeling lethargy. Wonder why? Am I going to fall sick soon? Or am I holding too much workload? Maybe should really start to delegate the tasks out to my team.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/57314013971854437-3820757051009335325?l=little-thoughts-of-mine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-thoughts-of-mine.blogspot.com/feeds/3820757051009335325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://little-thoughts-of-mine.blogspot.com/2010/09/sick.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57314013971854437/posts/default/3820757051009335325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57314013971854437/posts/default/3820757051009335325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-thoughts-of-mine.blogspot.com/2010/09/sick.html' title='Sick!!!'/><author><name>Estee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11290358216800789769</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/_b_CKhrCJatY/TGQ19KH9b4I/AAAAAAAAAFA/Gw0ZlXt65A8/S220/P1030229.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57314013971854437.post-3607070584846192065</id><published>2010-09-01T02:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T02:58:40.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Awards</title><content type='html'>26 August 2010, the much anticipated night of the year, Awards Night. We worked hard for the past 1 year just for this very night. This is the night where we gain recognition for the effort that we put in. Out of the 13 awards, my team were been nominated for 3 awarrds: Most Outstanding Storewatch Achievement, Most Outstanding 2IC (Lina) and lastly Long Service Award (ME!!). We may have gone home empty-handed but we brought back the love support of each and everyone in the team. I Love them!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b_CKhrCJatY/TH1QoB4AdJI/AAAAAAAAAGY/ZqpLyr2lLdk/s1600/Awards+Nite+2010+%281%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b_CKhrCJatY/TH1QoB4AdJI/AAAAAAAAAGY/ZqpLyr2lLdk/s320/Awards+Nite+2010+%281%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511650167599690898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Cute Little Parkway Team&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/57314013971854437-3607070584846192065?l=little-thoughts-of-mine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-thoughts-of-mine.blogspot.com/feeds/3607070584846192065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://little-thoughts-of-mine.blogspot.com/2010/09/awards.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57314013971854437/posts/default/3607070584846192065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57314013971854437/posts/default/3607070584846192065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-thoughts-of-mine.blogspot.com/2010/09/awards.html' title='Awards'/><author><name>Estee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11290358216800789769</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/_b_CKhrCJatY/TGQ19KH9b4I/AAAAAAAAAFA/Gw0ZlXt65A8/S220/P1030229.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b_CKhrCJatY/TH1QoB4AdJI/AAAAAAAAAGY/ZqpLyr2lLdk/s72-c/Awards+Nite+2010+%281%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57314013971854437.post-5446432169993638230</id><published>2010-08-23T17:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T17:10:34.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainy Days</title><content type='html'>I love rainy days!! Especially when I'm at home with no one to bother me. It's been raining the whole day. I can just jump back into bed and sleep. Instead, I painted my nails and did nail art. *Smile* That's my favourite past-time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I LOVE RAINY DAYS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b_CKhrCJatY/THI6XSZX62I/AAAAAAAAAFg/FeQ7xyHcvDw/s1600/P1030642.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b_CKhrCJatY/THI6XSZX62I/AAAAAAAAAFg/FeQ7xyHcvDw/s320/P1030642.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508529465977203554" 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/57314013971854437-5446432169993638230?l=little-thoughts-of-mine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-thoughts-of-mine.blogspot.com/feeds/5446432169993638230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://little-thoughts-of-mine.blogspot.com/2010/08/rainy-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57314013971854437/posts/default/5446432169993638230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57314013971854437/posts/default/5446432169993638230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-thoughts-of-mine.blogspot.com/2010/08/rainy-days.html' title='Rainy Days'/><author><name>Estee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11290358216800789769</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/_b_CKhrCJatY/TGQ19KH9b4I/AAAAAAAAAFA/Gw0ZlXt65A8/S220/P1030229.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b_CKhrCJatY/THI6XSZX62I/AAAAAAAAAFg/FeQ7xyHcvDw/s72-c/P1030642.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57314013971854437.post-34695765512626748</id><published>2010-08-18T00:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T00:37:03.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taken For Granted</title><content type='html'>People tend to take kindness for granted. Do kindness really pays off? Some may say YES and some may say NO. It's up to each individual to decide.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/57314013971854437-34695765512626748?l=little-thoughts-of-mine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-thoughts-of-mine.blogspot.com/feeds/34695765512626748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://little-thoughts-of-mine.blogspot.com/2010/08/taken-for-granted.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57314013971854437/posts/default/34695765512626748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57314013971854437/posts/default/34695765512626748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-thoughts-of-mine.blogspot.com/2010/08/taken-for-granted.html' title='Taken For Granted'/><author><name>Estee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11290358216800789769</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/_b_CKhrCJatY/TGQ19KH9b4I/AAAAAAAAAFA/Gw0ZlXt65A8/S220/P1030229.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57314013971854437.post-1037551014081821215</id><published>2010-08-11T02:04:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T02:32:15.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Krabi, Thailand</title><content type='html'>Hey people!!! I'm back from my long-awaited holiday trip Krabi,  Thailand. Spent a relaxing 4 day 3 nights there with my mum. Basically,  there's nothing much to do over at Krabi except snorkelling and diving  and island hopping. I didn't snorkel as the weather was quite bad. And due to the bad weather, I didn't get to visit Maya bay (where the movie  "The Beach" was filmed). Kind of disappointed. The lifestyle there is very laid back. The shops close at 10pm and I mean 10pm sharp. I still as though I'm on a speedboat now. Just waiting for the effect to wear off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next trip: Hong Kong for shopping!! Woohooooooo..............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b_CKhrCJatY/TGGZRhCDPGI/AAAAAAAAADA/4FdiYOJWi-A/s1600/Day+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b_CKhrCJatY/TGGZRhCDPGI/AAAAAAAAADA/4FdiYOJWi-A/s320/Day+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503848745827253346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Day 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b_CKhrCJatY/TGGZSsvazKI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Cv4vJqCFp6c/s1600/Day+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b_CKhrCJatY/TGGZSsvazKI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Cv4vJqCFp6c/s320/Day+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503848766150200482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Day 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b_CKhrCJatY/TGGZSJ-tomI/AAAAAAAAADI/ooIkIonuRiU/s1600/Day+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b_CKhrCJatY/TGGZSJ-tomI/AAAAAAAAADI/ooIkIonuRiU/s320/Day+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503848756819108450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Day 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b_CKhrCJatY/TGGZS-cqHmI/AAAAAAAAADY/YUmXvzJgWJ4/s1600/Last+Day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b_CKhrCJatY/TGGZS-cqHmI/AAAAAAAAADY/YUmXvzJgWJ4/s320/Last+Day.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503848770903350882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b_CKhrCJatY/TGGZTZspUMI/AAAAAAAAADg/m460-SsCMCU/s1600/Shopping.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b_CKhrCJatY/TGGZTZspUMI/AAAAAAAAADg/m460-SsCMCU/s320/Shopping.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503848778218164418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Damages ($$)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/57314013971854437-1037551014081821215?l=little-thoughts-of-mine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-thoughts-of-mine.blogspot.com/feeds/1037551014081821215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://little-thoughts-of-mine.blogspot.com/2010/08/krabi-thailand.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57314013971854437/posts/default/1037551014081821215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57314013971854437/posts/default/1037551014081821215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-thoughts-of-mine.blogspot.com/2010/08/krabi-thailand.html' title='Krabi, Thailand'/><author><name>Estee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11290358216800789769</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/_b_CKhrCJatY/TGQ19KH9b4I/AAAAAAAAAFA/Gw0ZlXt65A8/S220/P1030229.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b_CKhrCJatY/TGGZRhCDPGI/AAAAAAAAADA/4FdiYOJWi-A/s72-c/Day+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57314013971854437.post-7394580455180727977</id><published>2010-08-01T22:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T22:21:32.327+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendship</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="body"&gt;A friendship can weather most things and thrive in  thin soil; but it needs a little mulch of letters and phone calls and  small, silly presents every so often - just to save it from drying out  completely. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="body"&gt;Friendship is precious, not only in the shade,  but in the sunshine of life, and thanks to a benevolent arrangement the  greater part of life is sunshine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/57314013971854437-7394580455180727977?l=little-thoughts-of-mine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-thoughts-of-mine.blogspot.com/feeds/7394580455180727977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://little-thoughts-of-mine.blogspot.com/2010/08/friendship.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57314013971854437/posts/default/7394580455180727977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57314013971854437/posts/default/7394580455180727977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-thoughts-of-mine.blogspot.com/2010/08/friendship.html' title='Friendship'/><author><name>Estee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11290358216800789769</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/_b_CKhrCJatY/TGQ19KH9b4I/AAAAAAAAAFA/Gw0ZlXt65A8/S220/P1030229.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57314013971854437.post-5870338891164852688</id><published>2010-07-30T02:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T02:22:06.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Counting Down</title><content type='html'>Woohoo!!! 1 more week to my long leave. Total of 11 days. Going on a vacation, Krabi, Thailand with Mummy for 4 days. It's been 5 months since my last leave. Really need the time to rest before my body starts to break down. Even a machine needs an overhaul. 6 August, can you come a little faster??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/57314013971854437-5870338891164852688?l=little-thoughts-of-mine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-thoughts-of-mine.blogspot.com/feeds/5870338891164852688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://little-thoughts-of-mine.blogspot.com/2010/07/counting-down.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57314013971854437/posts/default/5870338891164852688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57314013971854437/posts/default/5870338891164852688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-thoughts-of-mine.blogspot.com/2010/07/counting-down.html' title='Counting Down'/><author><name>Estee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11290358216800789769</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/_b_CKhrCJatY/TGQ19KH9b4I/AAAAAAAAAFA/Gw0ZlXt65A8/S220/P1030229.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57314013971854437.post-3327840091127313992</id><published>2010-07-15T01:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T01:24:02.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Not a Help Centre</title><content type='html'>I'm barely surviving. I'm not a Help Centre. I'm not a magician, I can't create miracles. I would help if I could but you have to understand that I have ny difficulties too. When you need help, you know who to call (me). But when I need the favour back, what I get is rejection.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/57314013971854437-3327840091127313992?l=little-thoughts-of-mine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-thoughts-of-mine.blogspot.com/feeds/3327840091127313992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://little-thoughts-of-mine.blogspot.com/2010/07/im-not-help-centre.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57314013971854437/posts/default/3327840091127313992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57314013971854437/posts/default/3327840091127313992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-thoughts-of-mine.blogspot.com/2010/07/im-not-help-centre.html' title='I&apos;m Not a Help Centre'/><author><name>Estee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11290358216800789769</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/_b_CKhrCJatY/TGQ19KH9b4I/AAAAAAAAAFA/Gw0ZlXt65A8/S220/P1030229.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57314013971854437.post-4739912918943463548</id><published>2010-07-11T21:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T21:29:59.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fated To Be</title><content type='html'>Do you believe in Fate? I do. Fate brings 2 strangers together, as a couple, friends or even family. What's meant to be is meant to be. What's not yours will not stay long. Cherish what you have in front of you before it's too late.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/57314013971854437-4739912918943463548?l=little-thoughts-of-mine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-thoughts-of-mine.blogspot.com/feeds/4739912918943463548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://little-thoughts-of-mine.blogspot.com/2010/07/fated-to-be.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57314013971854437/posts/default/4739912918943463548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57314013971854437/posts/default/4739912918943463548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-thoughts-of-mine.blogspot.com/2010/07/fated-to-be.html' title='Fated To Be'/><author><name>Estee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11290358216800789769</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/_b_CKhrCJatY/TGQ19KH9b4I/AAAAAAAAAFA/Gw0ZlXt65A8/S220/P1030229.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57314013971854437.post-8224399654779576631</id><published>2010-06-25T01:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T01:31:07.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Been Professional</title><content type='html'>In every job, the 2 most important aspects are professionalism and attitude. Without a good attitude, working life will be boring &amp;amp; lifeless. Work can be fun if you can adopt the right attitude. Have fun, make your workplace a fun &amp;amp; exciting place to work in. Time will pass faster this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But most important is been PROFESSIONAL!! No matter what happen, either at work or personal, we should not put in our personal feelings and let it judge our thinking. Even if you want to quit, don't drop the bombshell at the very last minute and expect people to agree with you. If you want to leave, leave behind a good reputation. Leave behing beautiful memories and not the bad ones.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/57314013971854437-8224399654779576631?l=little-thoughts-of-mine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-thoughts-of-mine.blogspot.com/feeds/8224399654779576631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://little-thoughts-of-mine.blogspot.com/2010/06/been-professional.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57314013971854437/posts/default/8224399654779576631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57314013971854437/posts/default/8224399654779576631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-thoughts-of-mine.blogspot.com/2010/06/been-professional.html' title='Been Professional'/><author><name>Estee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11290358216800789769</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/_b_CKhrCJatY/TGQ19KH9b4I/AAAAAAAAAFA/Gw0ZlXt65A8/S220/P1030229.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57314013971854437.post-4682290606704246880</id><published>2010-05-12T21:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T21:58:52.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Management</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I really wonder.. Am I a bad manager? I gave whatever I can to my staff yet some of them are still not satisfied with it. I gave them all the freedom they need to get things yet they abused the privilege. Should I go to my old ways where I will scream at them for every little mistake? Should ban all the things that's not allowed by right? I treat you like an adult yet you are behaving like a kid. Grow up man! I have my tolerance and don't try to test it. Don't force me to make you lose your integrity as a man. I can do it if I want to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Till now you still don't realise the mistakes you had made. When will you start to learn? The rest are catching up and I believe you do not want to be left behind. PLEASE!! Wake up your idea before I can't take it anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/57314013971854437-4682290606704246880?l=little-thoughts-of-mine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-thoughts-of-mine.blogspot.com/feeds/4682290606704246880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://little-thoughts-of-mine.blogspot.com/2010/05/management.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57314013971854437/posts/default/4682290606704246880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57314013971854437/posts/default/4682290606704246880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-thoughts-of-mine.blogspot.com/2010/05/management.html' title='Management'/><author><name>Estee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11290358216800789769</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/_b_CKhrCJatY/TGQ19KH9b4I/AAAAAAAAAFA/Gw0ZlXt65A8/S220/P1030229.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57314013971854437.post-3590556643078901242</id><published>2010-04-11T00:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T00:48:55.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye Rubi Ion, Hello Parkway Mega</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was my LAST DAY at Rubi Ion. Been dropped the bomb in the evening. Didnt know how to react at first. The first thing that came to my mind is how to break the news to all my precious part timers, knowing that the reaction will be massive. True enough. After breaking the news, everyone thought that it was an April Fool joke. My dears, April Fool was long over. I don't wish to leave Ion too. I want to stay too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rubi Ion is my baby. Cuddle it up with my sweat and blood to have the result this day. It's through the hard work of the whole team to have the result we have today. I'm going to miss the whole team, the fun and laughter we had. Not forgetting the bad times too. But through the bad times, we learn to love each other even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be good and listen to the new store manager and Ginnie. I will visit often and come to visit me at Parkway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MISS YOU ALL!!! LOVE YA!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/57314013971854437-3590556643078901242?l=little-thoughts-of-mine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-thoughts-of-mine.blogspot.com/feeds/3590556643078901242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://little-thoughts-of-mine.blogspot.com/2010/04/goodbye-rubi-ion-hello-parkway-mega.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57314013971854437/posts/default/3590556643078901242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57314013971854437/posts/default/3590556643078901242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-thoughts-of-mine.blogspot.com/2010/04/goodbye-rubi-ion-hello-parkway-mega.html' title='Goodbye Rubi Ion, Hello Parkway Mega'/><author><name>Estee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11290358216800789769</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/_b_CKhrCJatY/TGQ19KH9b4I/AAAAAAAAAFA/Gw0ZlXt65A8/S220/P1030229.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57314013971854437.post-3621453007694695175</id><published>2010-03-25T00:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T00:33:09.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Challenges</title><content type='html'>Life's challenges are not supposed to paralyze you, they're supposed to  help you discover who you are. Problems are only opportunities with thorns on them. When people keep telling you that you can't do a thing, you kind of  like to try it. To repeat what others have said, requires education, to challenge it, requires brains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have made mistakes, there is always another chance for you. You  may have a fresh start any moment you choose, for this thing we call  "failure" is not the falling down, but the staying down. You may wonder, 'How can I leave it all behind if I am just coming back  to it?  How can I make a new beginning if I simply return to the old?'   The answer lies in the return.  You will not come back to the 'same old  thing.'  What you return to has changed because you have changed.  Your  perceptions will be altered.  You will not incorporate into the same  body, status, or world you left behind.  The river has been flowing  while you were gone.  Now it does not look like the same river.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People might not get all they work for in this world, but they must  certainly work for all they get.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/57314013971854437-3621453007694695175?l=little-thoughts-of-mine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-thoughts-of-mine.blogspot.com/feeds/3621453007694695175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://little-thoughts-of-mine.blogspot.com/2010/03/challenges.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57314013971854437/posts/default/3621453007694695175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57314013971854437/posts/default/3621453007694695175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-thoughts-of-mine.blogspot.com/2010/03/challenges.html' title='Challenges'/><author><name>Estee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11290358216800789769</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/_b_CKhrCJatY/TGQ19KH9b4I/AAAAAAAAAFA/Gw0ZlXt65A8/S220/P1030229.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57314013971854437.post-9069162125032968092</id><published>2010-03-08T11:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T11:48:33.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Attitude in Work</title><content type='html'>Work is either fun or drudgery. It depends on your attitude. The true way to render ourselves happy is to love our work and find in it our pleasure. I know the price of success: dedication, hard work and an unremitting devotion to the things you want to see happen. People might not get all they work for in this world, but they must certainly work for all they get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The secret of joy in work is contained in one word - excellence. To know how to do something well is to enjoy it. What we do matters to us. Work may not be the most important thing in our lives or the only thing. We may work because we must, but we still want to love, to feel pride in, to respect ourselves for what we do and to make a difference. Being busy does not always mean real work. The object of all work is production or accomplishment and there must be system, planning, intelligence, and honest purpose, as well as perspiration. Seeming to do is not doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work for something because it is good, not just because it stands a chance to succeed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/57314013971854437-9069162125032968092?l=little-thoughts-of-mine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-thoughts-of-mine.blogspot.com/feeds/9069162125032968092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://little-thoughts-of-mine.blogspot.com/2010/03/attitude-in-work.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57314013971854437/posts/default/9069162125032968092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57314013971854437/posts/default/9069162125032968092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-thoughts-of-mine.blogspot.com/2010/03/attitude-in-work.html' title='Attitude in Work'/><author><name>Estee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11290358216800789769</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/_b_CKhrCJatY/TGQ19KH9b4I/AAAAAAAAAFA/Gw0ZlXt65A8/S220/P1030229.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57314013971854437.post-8573311967516297941</id><published>2010-03-05T12:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T12:47:19.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking Back</title><content type='html'>Have you ever look back and think about the choices you made? Have you ever regret it? Have the choices you made changed your life totally?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most people can look back over the years and identify a time and place at which their lives changed significantly. Whether by accident or design, these are the moments when, because of a readiness within us and a collaboration with events occurring around us, we are forced to seriously reappraise ourselves and the conditions under which we live and to make certain choices that will affect the rest of our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back, sometimes I regretted helping the people that I shouldn't help. Instead of gradtitude, they returned me nothing but heartache. A pain that pierced through my heart, making me look like a fool. A fool that will say "Yes" to any of their request. A fool that will never say "No" to anything they need from me. Maybe learning to say "No" is a good thing. This will save me from all the heartaches.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/57314013971854437-8573311967516297941?l=little-thoughts-of-mine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-thoughts-of-mine.blogspot.com/feeds/8573311967516297941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://little-thoughts-of-mine.blogspot.com/2010/03/looking-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57314013971854437/posts/default/8573311967516297941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57314013971854437/posts/default/8573311967516297941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-thoughts-of-mine.blogspot.com/2010/03/looking-back.html' title='Looking Back'/><author><name>Estee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11290358216800789769</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/_b_CKhrCJatY/TGQ19KH9b4I/AAAAAAAAAFA/Gw0ZlXt65A8/S220/P1030229.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57314013971854437.post-5119982113492537566</id><published>2010-02-05T00:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T00:40:05.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ugly Shoppers</title><content type='html'>Shoppers nowadays have VERY UGLY character. They treat sales person like dogs, ordering them here and there. Without the use of the magic words like 'Please" or 'Thank You'. Does it hurt to be just nice to the person serving you??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was been told off by a customer yesterday for having 'No' common sense just because I informed  her about our current promotion while I was sorting out her purchase. Just because I was sorting out her ourchase to help her save money, I was been deemed as NO common sense. WTF. This is the first time in my retail life that a customer said that to me. If they want us to respect them, shouldn't they respect the salesperson first?? Deserve what you deserve. If you are been nasty to others, don't expect them to be nice to you. What goes around, comes around. ARGH!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/57314013971854437-5119982113492537566?l=little-thoughts-of-mine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-thoughts-of-mine.blogspot.com/feeds/5119982113492537566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://little-thoughts-of-mine.blogspot.com/2010/02/ugly-shoppers.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57314013971854437/posts/default/5119982113492537566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57314013971854437/posts/default/5119982113492537566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-thoughts-of-mine.blogspot.com/2010/02/ugly-shoppers.html' title='Ugly Shoppers'/><author><name>Estee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11290358216800789769</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/_b_CKhrCJatY/TGQ19KH9b4I/AAAAAAAAAFA/Gw0ZlXt65A8/S220/P1030229.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57314013971854437.post-1782917191996606820</id><published>2010-02-03T01:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T01:55:33.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dearest Rubi ION</title><content type='html'>Time flies. I've been with Ion for abt 7 months. From the 1st batch of colleagues like Aeen &amp;amp; Mas to Lin, Angela, Yee Wen &amp;amp; Lin En to my team now, Apple, Ginnie, Syima, Michael, Felicia &amp;amp; Ismiah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow will be Apple's last day. Kind of miss her. Will miss her nonsense in the shop. Must remember that you will have to patient with your staff in your new shop. You're no longer with me. No one can cover for you. Thursday will be Felicia's last day. Will miss beating her. Haha. Glad to have you 2 in the Ion's team. Although the duration is short but the bonding is there. ION's door will always be open for you guys. You're always welcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training will be very intensive for the rest of the team. Hope they can take the strictness from me and hope I can survive through this period. Been feeling very stress lately. Is it just me or the problem is somewhere else? Must try to relax which everyone have been telling me that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, wish Apple &amp;amp; Felicia all the best in Ang Mo Kio Rubi. Love ya. Muacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE MY TEAM!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/57314013971854437-1782917191996606820?l=little-thoughts-of-mine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-thoughts-of-mine.blogspot.com/feeds/1782917191996606820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://little-thoughts-of-mine.blogspot.com/2010/02/dearest-rubi-ion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57314013971854437/posts/default/1782917191996606820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57314013971854437/posts/default/1782917191996606820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-thoughts-of-mine.blogspot.com/2010/02/dearest-rubi-ion.html' title='Dearest Rubi ION'/><author><name>Estee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11290358216800789769</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/_b_CKhrCJatY/TGQ19KH9b4I/AAAAAAAAAFA/Gw0ZlXt65A8/S220/P1030229.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57314013971854437.post-6766199843777125026</id><published>2010-02-02T01:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T01:41:53.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>匿名的朋友</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;杜松混合茉莉的風&lt;br /&gt;回憶裡被愛那股激動&lt;br /&gt;天色好紅 溫柔好濃&lt;br /&gt;在胸口浮現 你的臉容&lt;br /&gt;一起活在這城市迷宮&lt;br /&gt;提起你名字心還跳動&lt;br /&gt;卻沒重逢&lt;br /&gt;只有想碰卻又不敢碰的那種悸動&lt;br /&gt;也許我們當時年紀真的太小&lt;br /&gt;從那懵懵懂懂 走進各自天空&lt;br /&gt;該怎麼說 讓彼此選擇&lt;br /&gt;但思念還轉動&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不能握的手&lt;br /&gt;從此匿名的朋友&lt;br /&gt;其實我的執著依然執著&lt;br /&gt;與你無關淚自行吸收&lt;br /&gt;不能握的手&lt;br /&gt;卻比親人更親厚&lt;br /&gt;但所有如果&lt;br /&gt;都沒有如果&lt;br /&gt;只有失去的溫柔 最溫柔&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;當又一次美夢落空&lt;br /&gt;回憶裡被愛那股激動&lt;br /&gt;天色好紅 溫柔好濃&lt;br /&gt;在胸口浮現 你的臉容&lt;br /&gt;也許我們當時年紀真的太小&lt;br /&gt;從那懵懵懂懂 走進各自天空&lt;br /&gt;那是什麼 讓彼此選擇&lt;br /&gt;又不僅是尊重&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不能握的手&lt;br /&gt;從此匿名的朋友&lt;br /&gt;其實我的執著依然執著&lt;br /&gt;與你無關淚自行吸收&lt;br /&gt;不能握的手&lt;br /&gt;卻比親人更親厚&lt;br /&gt;但所有如果&lt;br /&gt;都沒有如果&lt;br /&gt;只有失去的溫柔 最溫柔&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不能握的手&lt;br /&gt;從此匿名的朋友&lt;br /&gt;其實我的執著依然執著&lt;br /&gt;卻決心和你不再聯絡&lt;br /&gt;不能握的手&lt;br /&gt;卻比愛人更長久&lt;br /&gt;當所有如果&lt;br /&gt;都沒有如果&lt;br /&gt;只有失去的擁有&lt;br /&gt;最永久 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/57314013971854437-6766199843777125026?l=little-thoughts-of-mine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-thoughts-of-mine.blogspot.com/feeds/6766199843777125026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://little-thoughts-of-mine.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57314013971854437/posts/default/6766199843777125026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57314013971854437/posts/default/6766199843777125026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-thoughts-of-mine.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-post.html' title='匿名的朋友'/><author><name>Estee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11290358216800789769</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/_b_CKhrCJatY/TGQ19KH9b4I/AAAAAAAAAFA/Gw0ZlXt65A8/S220/P1030229.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57314013971854437.post-6161851543730420980</id><published>2010-01-03T03:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T03:12:40.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Self-Centred</title><content type='html'>In this world, the existance of self-centred "people" really irks me a lot. They think that they are the only one around and everyone cant survive without them. The world should only revolves around them. They think that work should be done only in their way and they do not accept any other suggestions. They must the first to know of any latest news or they will coming questioning why you do not tell them first. Blah.. Blah.. They do not know that their actions actually turn people off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, we can survive very well without them around. Things can be done faster and at our own way. Maybe we will be happier without them around. How I wish there's no such people around. Just another wishful thinking.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/57314013971854437-6161851543730420980?l=little-thoughts-of-mine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-thoughts-of-mine.blogspot.com/feeds/6161851543730420980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://little-thoughts-of-mine.blogspot.com/2010/01/self-centred.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57314013971854437/posts/default/6161851543730420980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57314013971854437/posts/default/6161851543730420980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-thoughts-of-mine.blogspot.com/2010/01/self-centred.html' title='Self-Centred'/><author><name>Estee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11290358216800789769</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/_b_CKhrCJatY/TGQ19KH9b4I/AAAAAAAAAFA/Gw0ZlXt65A8/S220/P1030229.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57314013971854437.post-6441158187170407348</id><published>2009-12-31T17:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T18:04:26.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Suffering in Silence</title><content type='html'>It's been too long since my last post. Need a place to vent my anger before I blow up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work's been very hectic recently with the sales going on. The crowd at ION is CRAZY. The traffic is non-stop, giving us no time to take a breather. Currently, my team's being very weak. Cant handle without me around. My phone has been ringing non-stop when I'm off. I know I can only depend on Ginnie. She's the only one I can trust when I'm not around. Simple things cannot be done properly. Simple instructions left down cannot be done properly. What's wrong with these people? Do they even know what they are doing? Do they even know if they are up to the job? I'm thinking should I continue to suffer in silence or voice out?? What should I do? Can someone give me an answer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been thinking for a few months whether should I look for a new job as I cant take it any longer. The stress has been too high for me to handle and it's causing me my health. Position and money is not important if my health was to suffer cos of it. Money cant buy me happiness or my health.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the good old days where we can just have fun and work at the same time. Thinking back, my time at Parkway was the best with the whole united as one. I MISS my Parkway team. How I wish I can have them as my team now... Having fun &amp;amp; laughter everyday at work..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b_CKhrCJatY/Szx2XSSl1xI/AAAAAAAAACI/Os0WsSfKdks/s1600-h/P1020413.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 279px; height: 210px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b_CKhrCJatY/Szx2XSSl1xI/AAAAAAAAACI/Os0WsSfKdks/s320/P1020413.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421338193866118930" 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/57314013971854437-6441158187170407348?l=little-thoughts-of-mine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-thoughts-of-mine.blogspot.com/feeds/6441158187170407348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://little-thoughts-of-mine.blogspot.com/2009/12/suffering-in-silence.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57314013971854437/posts/default/6441158187170407348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57314013971854437/posts/default/6441158187170407348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-thoughts-of-mine.blogspot.com/2009/12/suffering-in-silence.html' title='Suffering in Silence'/><author><name>Estee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11290358216800789769</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/_b_CKhrCJatY/TGQ19KH9b4I/AAAAAAAAAFA/Gw0ZlXt65A8/S220/P1030229.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b_CKhrCJatY/Szx2XSSl1xI/AAAAAAAAACI/Os0WsSfKdks/s72-c/P1020413.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57314013971854437.post-216330142553752548</id><published>2009-06-16T23:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T23:55:38.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being Kind?</title><content type='html'>Not in a very good mood today. I was given an earful yesterday for letting a sick staff go home early then her scheduled time. Cos of that, I was been told off for not doing a good rack up, not refilling and putting extra money in the Bank In bag. Am I too kind to others that I hurt myself in the end? What do I benefit from that? Do I get their appreciation or they think that it's what I should do as a manager?&lt;br /&gt; I really wonder.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/57314013971854437-216330142553752548?l=little-thoughts-of-mine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-thoughts-of-mine.blogspot.com/feeds/216330142553752548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://little-thoughts-of-mine.blogspot.com/2009/06/being-kind.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57314013971854437/posts/default/216330142553752548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57314013971854437/posts/default/216330142553752548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-thoughts-of-mine.blogspot.com/2009/06/being-kind.html' title='Being Kind?'/><author><name>Estee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11290358216800789769</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/_b_CKhrCJatY/TGQ19KH9b4I/AAAAAAAAAFA/Gw0ZlXt65A8/S220/P1030229.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57314013971854437.post-4011593710040786172</id><published>2009-06-16T12:45:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T14:22:13.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's being long since I last update my blog. Being very busy lately with work (Parkway closing down, GSS, etc) and various events. Let's start from the beginning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;My 26th Birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b_CKhrCJatY/Sjcxhido3VI/AAAAAAAAABI/G8AjH2_1I0g/s1600-h/26th+Bday+%281%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b_CKhrCJatY/Sjcxhido3VI/AAAAAAAAABI/G8AjH2_1I0g/s200/26th+Bday+%281%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347797534782315858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b_CKhrCJatY/Sjcy8tzc1CI/AAAAAAAAABY/m9FMXwwAGJc/s1600-h/26th+Bday+%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b_CKhrCJatY/Sjcy8tzc1CI/AAAAAAAAABY/m9FMXwwAGJc/s200/26th+Bday+%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347799101194687522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Had a mini celebrations with my family and friends. Thank you for all the presents and well wishes. Love them lots. Without them, my life will not be complete.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Closing Down of Parkway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b_CKhrCJatY/Sjc0bVqxrGI/AAAAAAAAABg/wnJKScdxiXg/s1600-h/Team+Parkway.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 321px; height: 241px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b_CKhrCJatY/Sjc0bVqxrGI/AAAAAAAAABg/wnJKScdxiXg/s320/Team+Parkway.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347800726803426402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Went out for a gathering as team for the very first &amp;amp; last time. This gathering is also meant to celebrate my birthday. We are united as a great team and we'll always be. I miss my Team Parkway a lot. I wish we can still go back to where we w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ere used to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b_CKhrCJatY/Sjc0biMmxuI/AAAAAAAAABo/ay5PxfEsoRY/s1600-h/Parkway+Closing+down.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b_CKhrCJatY/Sjc0biMmxuI/AAAAAAAAABo/ay5PxfEsoRY/s320/Parkway+Closing+down.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347800730166544098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This were the last few days at Parkway before it closed down on 19th April 2009 temporary. The new temporary outlet had since reopen and now being managed by another store manager. Most of the part timers are remain at the new outlet while me, Ramon &amp;amp; Fiza are being sent to other outlets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cotton On Awards Night May 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is 1 night where all Cotton On staff gathers a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;nd have fun. All the hard work for the past few months will be rewarded through various awards l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ike Best Manager (Hehe.. I got mine for the month of January 2009), Best Casual, et&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;c. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b_CKhrCJatY/Sjc3qSVXtfI/AAAAAAAAABw/0JuM_6x74Hs/s1600-h/Awards+Nite+May+09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b_CKhrCJatY/Sjc3qSVXtfI/AAAAAAAAABw/0JuM_6x74Hs/s320/Awards+Nite+May+09.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347804282141259250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b_CKhrCJatY/Sjc3qhAk6iI/AAAAAAAAAB4/gyP-X5dvWi8/s1600-h/Awards+Nite+May+09+%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b_CKhrCJatY/Sjc3qhAk6iI/AAAAAAAAAB4/gyP-X5dvWi8/s320/Awards+Nite+May+09+%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347804286080576034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Sandy's Wedding (Latest update)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b_CKhrCJatY/Sjc40AYrZWI/AAAAAAAAACA/0P1mHUJ2AOk/s1600-h/Sandy%27s+Wedding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b_CKhrCJatY/Sjc40AYrZWI/AAAAAAAAACA/0P1mHUJ2AOk/s320/Sandy%27s+Wedding.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347805548633613666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her wedding was held at Amara Hotel on 31st May 2009. I helped out as 1 of the sisters' gang (out to torture the groom. Hahaha!!). It's was tiring but it's fun. Seeing my buddy marrying the man she love, I'm happy for her. Sandy, may you have a blissful wedding life.&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/57314013971854437-4011593710040786172?l=little-thoughts-of-mine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-thoughts-of-mine.blogspot.com/feeds/4011593710040786172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://little-thoughts-of-mine.blogspot.com/2009/06/updates.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57314013971854437/posts/default/4011593710040786172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57314013971854437/posts/default/4011593710040786172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-thoughts-of-mine.blogspot.com/2009/06/updates.html' title='Updates'/><author><name>Estee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11290358216800789769</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/_b_CKhrCJatY/TGQ19KH9b4I/AAAAAAAAAFA/Gw0ZlXt65A8/S220/P1030229.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b_CKhrCJatY/Sjcxhido3VI/AAAAAAAAABI/G8AjH2_1I0g/s72-c/26th+Bday+%281%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57314013971854437.post-1462547531048129511</id><published>2009-03-11T04:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T04:42:17.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepless Nights</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b_CKhrCJatY/SbbPWul3MuI/AAAAAAAAAA4/JHQJ4sZoObM/s1600-h/After+his+Bath.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 174px; height: 131px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b_CKhrCJatY/SbbPWul3MuI/AAAAAAAAAA4/JHQJ4sZoObM/s200/After+his+Bath.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311660799900988130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Another sleepless night for me again, 2nd night consecutively.. My dog have been crying the whole night, due to been frightened. He too have not been sleeping or eating. When will he calm down and go back to normal? If this carries on, I wonder how many sleepless nights will I be having.. Anyone know of anything I can do to make my dog better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/57314013971854437-1462547531048129511?l=little-thoughts-of-mine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-thoughts-of-mine.blogspot.com/feeds/1462547531048129511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://little-thoughts-of-mine.blogspot.com/2009/03/sleepless-nights.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57314013971854437/posts/default/1462547531048129511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57314013971854437/posts/default/1462547531048129511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-thoughts-of-mine.blogspot.com/2009/03/sleepless-nights.html' title='Sleepless Nights'/><author><name>Estee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11290358216800789769</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/_b_CKhrCJatY/TGQ19KH9b4I/AAAAAAAAAFA/Gw0ZlXt65A8/S220/P1030229.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b_CKhrCJatY/SbbPWul3MuI/AAAAAAAAAA4/JHQJ4sZoObM/s72-c/After+his+Bath.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57314013971854437.post-5289290348366286965</id><published>2009-03-10T11:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T12:02:16.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Characteristics Of a April baby?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wonder is this true for an April Baby?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:100%;" &gt;Suave and compromising. Funny and humorous. Stubborn. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:100%;" &gt;Very talkative. Calm  and cool. Kind and Sympathetic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:100%;" &gt;Concerned and detailed. Loyal. Does Work  well with others. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:100%;" &gt;Very confident. Sensitive. Positive Attitude. Thinking  generous. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:100%;" &gt;Good Memory. Clever and knowledgeable. Loves to look For information.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:100%;" &gt;Able to cheer everyone up and/or Make them laugh.&lt;br /&gt;Able to motivate oneself  and Others.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:100%;" &gt;Understanding.&lt;br /&gt;Fun to be around. Outgoing. Hyper. Bubbly  personality. Secretive. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:100%;" &gt;Boy/girl crazy. Loves sports, music, leisure and  Traveling. Systematic.&lt;br /&gt;Hot but has brains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the characteristics may be quite true for me.&lt;br /&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/57314013971854437-5289290348366286965?l=little-thoughts-of-mine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-thoughts-of-mine.blogspot.com/feeds/5289290348366286965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://little-thoughts-of-mine.blogspot.com/2009/03/characteristics-of-april-baby.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57314013971854437/posts/default/5289290348366286965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57314013971854437/posts/default/5289290348366286965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-thoughts-of-mine.blogspot.com/2009/03/characteristics-of-april-baby.html' title='Characteristics Of a April baby?'/><author><name>Estee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11290358216800789769</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/_b_CKhrCJatY/TGQ19KH9b4I/AAAAAAAAAFA/Gw0ZlXt65A8/S220/P1030229.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57314013971854437.post-7701474042289633784</id><published>2009-03-09T17:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T18:12:08.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b_CKhrCJatY/SbTorQBj-yI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kicYVp2KZEk/s1600-h/Me.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b_CKhrCJatY/SbTorQBj-yI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kicYVp2KZEk/s200/Me.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311125690310196002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-family: webdings;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Welcome to my Blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my first time doing it. This blog will consist of all my thoughts about life, family, friends, work, etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Being feeling very moody lately, so need an outlet to vent all of my frustration. Therefore turned to writing a blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work's been a little stressful lately. Keeping up with storewatch, making sure there's no variances, staff issues, so on and so forth. Why do people work? I have been asking myself that lately. Some people work for money satisfaction, some work for recognition and some work for interest. Which one do I fall under? I have no idea too. Sometimes, I think "Why do I work so hard for?". Nobody seems to appreciate the hard work that I've put in and keep on demanding more.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Can people be easily contented with what they have now or they have to keep on demanding for more? Haiz!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/57314013971854437-7701474042289633784?l=little-thoughts-of-mine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-thoughts-of-mine.blogspot.com/feeds/7701474042289633784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://little-thoughts-of-mine.blogspot.com/2009/03/welcome.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57314013971854437/posts/default/7701474042289633784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57314013971854437/posts/default/7701474042289633784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-thoughts-of-mine.blogspot.com/2009/03/welcome.html' title='Welcome!'/><author><name>Estee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11290358216800789769</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/_b_CKhrCJatY/TGQ19KH9b4I/AAAAAAAAAFA/Gw0ZlXt65A8/S220/P1030229.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b_CKhrCJatY/SbTorQBj-yI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kicYVp2KZEk/s72-c/Me.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
