<?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-86756378388763220</id><updated>2011-07-31T12:49:03.710+08:00</updated><category term='Me'/><category term='Life'/><category term='Whining'/><category term='Holiday'/><category term='Friendship'/><category term='Love'/><category term='Food'/><category term='Weekend'/><category term='Something Light'/><category term='Thoughts'/><category term='Restaurant'/><category term='Faith'/><category term='Relationship'/><category term='Homecooked'/><category term='Japanese'/><category term='Health'/><title type='text'>Life as a Pretzel...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86756378388763220.post-5893464190421357767</id><published>2010-07-07T21:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T21:18:59.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Attraction @ First Encounter...</title><content type='html'>Love at first sight it is not&lt;br /&gt;Denying the attraction I cannot&lt;br /&gt;Who is he to make the heart flutter so&lt;br /&gt;That in smiles was all I can do&lt;br /&gt;A sport bar was our setting&lt;br /&gt;A match was our reason for meeting&lt;br /&gt;Conversation flowed freely&lt;br /&gt;Easy banter turned flirty&lt;br /&gt;Meet again shall we?&lt;br /&gt;A grin, a nod, I can only think of the maybe...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/86756378388763220-5893464190421357767?l=pretziliv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86756378388763220.post-7298954637167659394</id><published>2010-05-19T21:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T21:45:01.335+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friendship'/><title type='text'>Guess I was mistaken...</title><content type='html'>I get it...I finally get it...I do...that's the max it is...thank you though,not matter what.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/86756378388763220-7298954637167659394?l=pretziliv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pretziliv.blogspot.com/feeds/7298954637167659394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=86756378388763220&amp;postID=7298954637167659394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86756378388763220/posts/default/7298954637167659394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86756378388763220/posts/default/7298954637167659394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pretziliv.blogspot.com/2010/05/guess-i-was-mistaken.html' title='Guess I was mistaken...'/><author><name>Missy P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13426013549367944204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86756378388763220.post-5472604173317205278</id><published>2010-05-18T08:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T08:29:56.719+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Reservation...</title><content type='html'>Tweeting is my guilty pleasure...the place that I can praise,compliment,rant,bitch,whine basically abt anything with just few selected friends knowing them and a whole lot of random online strangers who I doubt they really care what I'm yakking about. For the past one year I have played the role of a listener,keeping quiet most of the time during social outing,preferring not to comment. Basically just trying very hard to blend in and this has somehow extend to my close circle. Less contribution,less judgement,less worry...no I'm not a bitch enough to heck care what others think...unfortunately so. &lt;br /&gt;Is this the sign of growing older and being more reserve? Or the pill of experience is so bitter that I try so hard to avoid swallowing it again? &lt;br /&gt;Yesterday as I kneeled down and pray,I began counting my blessing...my wonderful family,my loving sis,my friends who are different yet been with me throughout,my job,my recent encounter,my faith...yes,as tears of gratitute flowed down my cheeks I'm thankful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/86756378388763220-5472604173317205278?l=pretziliv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pretziliv.blogspot.com/feeds/5472604173317205278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=86756378388763220&amp;postID=5472604173317205278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86756378388763220/posts/default/5472604173317205278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86756378388763220/posts/default/5472604173317205278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pretziliv.blogspot.com/2010/05/reservation.html' title='Reservation...'/><author><name>Missy P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13426013549367944204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86756378388763220.post-3916149631005370458</id><published>2010-05-16T21:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T21:16:19.744+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>Happiness...</title><content type='html'>Being happy is pretty much a self decision isn't it? This trip somehow makes me realise its really time for me to settle down...settling down isn't such a bad choice really. I told this to Moo and she agreed. Ya, this year has been a year of revelation and blessing. Most importantly He made me see who I am and my surrounding. &lt;br /&gt;This trip I guess I speak v little... Put myself more to listen, a little antisocial maybe I guess...but it does make me see more things...I finally get to understand my own position, I finally get to see her being happy... And that makes me realise I can be very happy too...simple can be very happy too...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/86756378388763220-3916149631005370458?l=pretziliv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pretziliv.blogspot.com/feeds/3916149631005370458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=86756378388763220&amp;postID=3916149631005370458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86756378388763220/posts/default/3916149631005370458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86756378388763220/posts/default/3916149631005370458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pretziliv.blogspot.com/2010/05/happiness.html' title='Happiness...'/><author><name>Missy P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13426013549367944204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86756378388763220.post-3353209135564064042</id><published>2010-05-16T12:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T12:58:02.941+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>Body and Me</title><content type='html'>Being 30 makes me realise that hey I really need to take care of my body...I have come to realise that I will never look great skinny...no,I don't even look good slim. I need to be fleshy to look great. My face and collar bones tend to show the most when I lose weight. Really not a pleasant sight when you realise I look so haggard just to look tad slim. Yes, I am embracing my fleshiness and to my surprise many actually commented that I look fab this way. Well, fleshy is not gonna be flabby. I am totally inspired by Scarlet Johansson and if you remember I used to drool over this Playboy bunny body...erhm,not that I have her boobs size but with the help of some chicken fillets *grin* I think I will look tad similar hehehehe... I'm gonna be nice to my body wth the below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Drink at least 2L of water everyday, even on weekends&lt;br /&gt;2) Eat yoghurt everyday &lt;br /&gt;3) Snacks shall be nuts and fruits&lt;br /&gt;4) Swim half hour everyday,I really need to focus on this. Need to sleep early,I can do it and my body will love me for it&lt;br /&gt;5) Eat my soya beancurd everyday, no junk fried beehoon&lt;br /&gt;6) Start my day wth 1 cup of water wth lemon juice. I totally believe in this in helping to detox my stomach&lt;br /&gt;7) Use my Indo lulur every evening and moisturize my skin. Be good to it and the skin will show its glow&lt;br /&gt;8) Spend specific time wth Him, I will sleep better knowing I'm close to Him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I think 8 is a good number and I have 3 weeks to my 2 weeks holiday. I want to show my glowing me :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/86756378388763220-3353209135564064042?l=pretziliv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pretziliv.blogspot.com/feeds/3353209135564064042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=86756378388763220&amp;postID=3353209135564064042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86756378388763220/posts/default/3353209135564064042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86756378388763220/posts/default/3353209135564064042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pretziliv.blogspot.com/2010/05/body-and-me.html' title='Body and Me'/><author><name>Missy P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13426013549367944204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86756378388763220.post-5418427272716620013</id><published>2010-03-04T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T21:44:22.483+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>Goodbye with a smile :)</title><content type='html'>That someone just announced he is finally attached. The photo I saw on FB, somehow a few days before I had this feeling that something is happening with him. I am happy for him, finally he is happy. Finally, he has gotten a great job and girl and his road in Indonesia is finally looking up and yes, I wish him the best. I was glad that that dark time of his, he shared it wth me. That honest fear and vulnerability, he trusted me wth them and finally he found his happiness once more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told him that I can no longer do random chat wth him now. I can't tease him now and out of respect, I decided to take a step back. He has taught me the most important thing that a good guy look for in a girl... Self Respect. Because of him, I make sure my action tally wth my words. Because of him, I choose to be honest and make sure my actions allow me to be honest. Because of him, I turn for the better.... all simply because he trusts me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Mr B, your Pretzi will always pray for your happiness no matter what happen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/86756378388763220-5418427272716620013?l=pretziliv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pretziliv.blogspot.com/feeds/5418427272716620013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=86756378388763220&amp;postID=5418427272716620013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86756378388763220/posts/default/5418427272716620013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86756378388763220/posts/default/5418427272716620013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pretziliv.blogspot.com/2010/03/goodbye-with-smile.html' title='Goodbye with a smile :)'/><author><name>Missy P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13426013549367944204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86756378388763220.post-1930188771530395910</id><published>2010-03-04T21:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T21:41:45.090+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Whining'/><title type='text'>Boredom...what it's telling me</title><content type='html'>I have to say boredom kills.... compare to boredom, I rather be busy at work... time ever passed so slowly and I hv nothing to be occupied on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week was the first time ever I manage to get out of my office at 6plus... a luxury I must say, finding myself wth nothing much to occupy myself till the time to go to bed is kinda fustrating... maybe its Him telling me to spend sometime in His Word and also to get myself closer to him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I have been fascinated by Taiwan artist Vann Ness Wu, his walk wth Him, his openess towards his praises on Him and somehow it really makes me see that how many of us really spend time wth Him. I told myself recently that how close you want to be wth Him depends how much you let Him into your life... do we trust Him enough to believe that He will provide the best for us and if we face difficulties, are we secure enough to stop fretting? I'm enjoying myself being wth Him right now, amazing presence and I just cant stop myself from praising Him again and again and this feeling is really something I want to keep for the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having said that, I must admit that setting aside time for Him has not been my priority right now... my prayers have been short and I didnt read my bible as much I wish to. Time for a change and this free time I have these days is telling me ,'Hey, you hv no excuse now not to spend time wth Him' :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/86756378388763220-1930188771530395910?l=pretziliv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pretziliv.blogspot.com/feeds/1930188771530395910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=86756378388763220&amp;postID=1930188771530395910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86756378388763220/posts/default/1930188771530395910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86756378388763220/posts/default/1930188771530395910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pretziliv.blogspot.com/2010/03/boredomwhat-its-telling-me.html' title='Boredom...what it&apos;s telling me'/><author><name>Missy P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13426013549367944204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86756378388763220.post-7209543415310442119</id><published>2010-02-25T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T21:11:27.976+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Bye bye....</title><content type='html'>My 40cm long of 'burden'... I kept it right after my break up... in some way it was a shield for me... I thought I love it but most of the time, I never felt much attachment towards it... so ya, I snipped it off... finally and this is how I look now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs426.ash1/23575_327302123107_525273107_3641974_1323294_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" kt="true" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs426.ash1/23575_327302123107_525273107_3641974_1323294_n.jpg" width="245" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Great,ok,bleah?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/86756378388763220-7209543415310442119?l=pretziliv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pretziliv.blogspot.com/feeds/7209543415310442119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=86756378388763220&amp;postID=7209543415310442119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86756378388763220/posts/default/7209543415310442119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86756378388763220/posts/default/7209543415310442119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pretziliv.blogspot.com/2010/02/bye-bye.html' title='Bye bye....'/><author><name>Missy P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13426013549367944204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86756378388763220.post-3929300442179224589</id><published>2010-02-01T21:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T21:28:03.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post Holiday Blues</title><content type='html'>Is there really such thing? Idp asked me before I left if I had a good time...I did,I truly did, I guess if not I would not feel so blue right now...the great crowd,the amazing warmth,the laughter...those stuff makes me realise that indeed I miss being wth friends. Going back to empty apartment doesn't really help much actually...I had bad time sleeping yesterday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/86756378388763220-3929300442179224589?l=pretziliv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pretziliv.blogspot.com/feeds/3929300442179224589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=86756378388763220&amp;postID=3929300442179224589' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86756378388763220/posts/default/3929300442179224589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86756378388763220/posts/default/3929300442179224589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pretziliv.blogspot.com/2010/02/post-holiday-blues.html' title='Post Holiday Blues'/><author><name>Missy P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13426013549367944204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86756378388763220.post-4571727945154698321</id><published>2010-02-01T08:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T08:59:11.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being back 'home'</title><content type='html'>Finally,I am back...my short trip back to Jakarta had been pretty wonderful. I enjoyed my liquid session wth my new and not so new friends...somehow get to see two of them in different light,witty and interesting guys. Gotten closer to this wonderful new friend of mine Idp :) I enjoyed her company thoroughly...she was there for the fun of it and also patiently listen to my ranting. She took time and we click. I fully understand what others meant by when you lose something,He will give you back something even more wonderful...yes,I found that something in her :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get to meet new someone, the excitement of meeting someone new and knowing that he is really not too bad...I do have my reservation of the distance but who knows, hope is the evidence of faith isn't it :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This trip also mark the end of my ranting...for half a year,my bitterness must have poisoned me slowly, I have ranted enough and upset enough. It's time to move on. Bitterness consumed my thoughts and stop me from getting my peace...Guard my heart,let it not be troubled...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful that He has been kind and He has really shown the way...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/86756378388763220-4571727945154698321?l=pretziliv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pretziliv.blogspot.com/feeds/4571727945154698321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=86756378388763220&amp;postID=4571727945154698321' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86756378388763220/posts/default/4571727945154698321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86756378388763220/posts/default/4571727945154698321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pretziliv.blogspot.com/2010/02/being-back-home.html' title='Being back &apos;home&apos;'/><author><name>Missy P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13426013549367944204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86756378388763220.post-7653842784066671907</id><published>2010-01-24T00:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T00:22:26.792+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Miss Matchy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs156.snc3/18338_264988383107_525273107_3429182_1884396_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" mt="true" src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs156.snc3/18338_264988383107_525273107_3429182_1884396_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Hohohoho... finally I am able to find high heel sandals close shade to my Fendi Baby Spy... Though I must say it's been a year since I bought it... the flats was gotten like half year after much searching and honestly the first half of the year I barely carried the bag...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;You see,&amp;nbsp;I am one of those anal people who has to match their shoes wth their bags... I have no sense of style, I can see all those beautiful people who dress in all sort of colours and made them work but I can never feel put together if my bag and shoes dont match... I can't even stand if my bag hardware is in silver and my accesories are in gold.... I feel out of place and will never step out of the house.... recent trend we se exposed zipper on dresses and tops, I will match my zipper tone wth my bags and shoes' buckles... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Could it be my Virgo trait? I will tsk tsk at strangers sometimes making that 'mistake' ;p Is any of you, my dearest readers just like moi? Or am I just chanelling my Miss Match self?&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/86756378388763220-7653842784066671907?l=pretziliv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pretziliv.blogspot.com/feeds/7653842784066671907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=86756378388763220&amp;postID=7653842784066671907' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86756378388763220/posts/default/7653842784066671907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86756378388763220/posts/default/7653842784066671907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pretziliv.blogspot.com/2010/01/miss-matchy.html' title='Miss Matchy'/><author><name>Missy P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13426013549367944204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86756378388763220.post-8476874378566306440</id><published>2010-01-10T11:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T11:51:49.923+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Homecooked'/><title type='text'>Fresh and light...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs156.snc3/18338_242649863107_525273107_3343343_7174667_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" ps="true" src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs156.snc3/18338_242649863107_525273107_3343343_7174667_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Doesn't this looks extremely yummy.... I feel happy eating this stuff ^^&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/86756378388763220-8476874378566306440?l=pretziliv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pretziliv.blogspot.com/feeds/8476874378566306440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=86756378388763220&amp;postID=8476874378566306440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86756378388763220/posts/default/8476874378566306440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86756378388763220/posts/default/8476874378566306440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pretziliv.blogspot.com/2010/01/fresh-and-light.html' title='Fresh and light...'/><author><name>Missy P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13426013549367944204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86756378388763220.post-1648455043979346094</id><published>2010-01-10T11:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T11:49:26.456+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Invictus</title><content type='html'>Out of the night that covers me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black as the pit from pole to pole,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank whatever gods may be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my unconquerable soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the fell clutch of circumstance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not winced nor cried aloud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under the bludgeonings of chance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My head is bloody, but unbowed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beyond this place of wrath and tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looms but the Horror of the shade,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet the menace of the years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finds and shall find me unafraid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It matters not how strait the gate,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How charged with punishments the scroll,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the master of my fate:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the captain of my soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;William Ernest Henley (1849–1903)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nelson Mandela had this short poem written on a scrap piece of paper while he was held in jail...Amazing man inspired by amazing poem who was written by amazing poet. Yes,we are master of our own fate,captain of our own soul...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/86756378388763220-1648455043979346094?l=pretziliv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pretziliv.blogspot.com/feeds/1648455043979346094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=86756378388763220&amp;postID=1648455043979346094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86756378388763220/posts/default/1648455043979346094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86756378388763220/posts/default/1648455043979346094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pretziliv.blogspot.com/2010/01/invictus.html' title='Invictus'/><author><name>Missy P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13426013549367944204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86756378388763220.post-5998387071599209167</id><published>2010-01-10T11:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T11:45:20.310+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Restaurant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weekend'/><title type='text'>Great Lazy Sunday - Oriole</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs156.snc3/18338_231636348107_525273107_3289363_4814279_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" ps="true" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs156.snc3/18338_231636348107_525273107_3289363_4814279_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Perfect way to end a week don't you think? Eton Mess, a glassof white wine, Sunday papers.... lovely, lovely ^^&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/86756378388763220-5998387071599209167?l=pretziliv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pretziliv.blogspot.com/feeds/5998387071599209167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=86756378388763220&amp;postID=5998387071599209167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86756378388763220/posts/default/5998387071599209167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86756378388763220/posts/default/5998387071599209167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pretziliv.blogspot.com/2010/01/great-lazy-sunday-oriole.html' title='Great Lazy Sunday - Oriole'/><author><name>Missy P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13426013549367944204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86756378388763220.post-5987118590450264426</id><published>2010-01-06T21:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T21:22:17.268+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>Urgh...</title><content type='html'>I do not like this bitchy,impatient,curt me these days...&lt;br /&gt;I do not appreciate this whiny,upset,feeling down me these days...&lt;br /&gt;If purgatory is as such, God help me to make it fast...&lt;br /&gt;I am looking forward for His good promise...resting in work&lt;br /&gt;To You alone,Father...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/86756378388763220-5987118590450264426?l=pretziliv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pretziliv.blogspot.com/feeds/5987118590450264426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=86756378388763220&amp;postID=5987118590450264426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86756378388763220/posts/default/5987118590450264426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86756378388763220/posts/default/5987118590450264426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pretziliv.blogspot.com/2010/01/urgh.html' title='Urgh...'/><author><name>Missy P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13426013549367944204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86756378388763220.post-6084940513351715706</id><published>2010-01-04T21:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T21:27:07.060+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>Yet again...</title><content type='html'>Was I disappointed? Not really...&lt;br /&gt;Was I expecting it? Kind of...&lt;br /&gt;Did I look forward to it? Somewhat I did...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe...there is no maybe&lt;br /&gt;That soft spot...is hardening somehow...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/86756378388763220-6084940513351715706?l=pretziliv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pretziliv.blogspot.com/feeds/6084940513351715706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=86756378388763220&amp;postID=6084940513351715706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86756378388763220/posts/default/6084940513351715706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86756378388763220/posts/default/6084940513351715706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pretziliv.blogspot.com/2010/01/yet-again.html' title='Yet again...'/><author><name>Missy P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13426013549367944204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86756378388763220.post-623080153398005029</id><published>2010-01-03T09:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T09:47:31.867+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Restaurant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weekend'/><title type='text'>Another girlie outing - Spruce</title><content type='html'>Nothing is better to do on Saturday than having a great girlie lazy lunch wth my dearest girls. 8 girls came together to celebrate New Year and A's birthday :) Lot's of presents exchanged, lots of laughter, lot's of&amp;nbsp; girlie talks and most of all, lots of yummy food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spruce serves really yummy burgers, egg benedicts and everything else....as we &lt;strike&gt;gobbled &lt;/strike&gt;savoured our food we wondered the bad reviews posted online. The food was wonderful... I was too busy chatting to take many pictured but I will add on soon when the rest starts sending their photos over ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs136.snc3/18338_230343243107_525273107_3281995_4011023_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" ps="true" src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs136.snc3/18338_230343243107_525273107_3281995_4011023_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs156.snc3/18338_230347203107_525273107_3282002_7767618_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" ps="true" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs156.snc3/18338_230347203107_525273107_3282002_7767618_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs136.snc3/18338_230342388107_525273107_3281994_7821434_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" ps="true" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs136.snc3/18338_230342388107_525273107_3281994_7821434_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Pardon for my v blurred, bad pictures... I was too hungry that my hands shook (more of lack of skill) ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I couldn't stomach more food but I ended up cooking the below babies.... my oh my, so yummmmmyyyyyyy... just simple rock salt and garlic granules... heaven!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs136.snc3/18338_230348728107_525273107_3282006_951906_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" ps="true" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs136.snc3/18338_230348728107_525273107_3282006_951906_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;PS: Man, these BB taken pictures are really bad and I shamelessly post them in extra large mode... sorry peeps, will take better pics next time... I want my Canon S90 (finding excuse to buy one lol)&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/86756378388763220-623080153398005029?l=pretziliv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pretziliv.blogspot.com/feeds/623080153398005029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=86756378388763220&amp;postID=623080153398005029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86756378388763220/posts/default/623080153398005029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86756378388763220/posts/default/623080153398005029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pretziliv.blogspot.com/2010/01/another-girlie-outing-spruce.html' title='Another girlie outing - Spruce'/><author><name>Missy P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13426013549367944204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86756378388763220.post-6434599153173689765</id><published>2010-01-03T09:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T09:26:54.256+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Resolution Time...</title><content type='html'>Yes, it's the time of the year again.... I decided to keep them short and simple, well I know I am not that capable of keeping all anyway ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here they are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Fasting... I did my 40 days no meat fasting last year, purely for my faith to thank Him. This year, 4th of Jan I will start my 21 days no starch, no meat fasting. Will talk more on this next time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Serving my Rockidz ministry. I can't wait my year doing something for Him, it will begin my journey closer to children... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)Swim everyday... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)Eating healthy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5)Take time to meet new friends, new people, stop being a hermit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6)Travel to Spain... dear Father, let this dream be materialised :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all now, what's yours? Happy New Year all ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/86756378388763220-6434599153173689765?l=pretziliv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pretziliv.blogspot.com/feeds/6434599153173689765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=86756378388763220&amp;postID=6434599153173689765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86756378388763220/posts/default/6434599153173689765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86756378388763220/posts/default/6434599153173689765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pretziliv.blogspot.com/2010/01/resolution-time.html' title='Resolution Time...'/><author><name>Missy P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13426013549367944204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86756378388763220.post-7771232927222037518</id><published>2010-01-01T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T20:58:25.636+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friendship'/><title type='text'>My favourite Xmas Card</title><content type='html'>From my BFF's kids lol..... aren't they the cutest?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs136.snc3/18338_228501073107_525273107_3269740_102165_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" ps="true" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs136.snc3/18338_228501073107_525273107_3269740_102165_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/86756378388763220-7771232927222037518?l=pretziliv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pretziliv.blogspot.com/feeds/7771232927222037518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=86756378388763220&amp;postID=7771232927222037518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86756378388763220/posts/default/7771232927222037518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86756378388763220/posts/default/7771232927222037518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pretziliv.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-favourite-xmas-card.html' title='My favourite Xmas Card'/><author><name>Missy P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13426013549367944204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86756378388763220.post-3562210232754688876</id><published>2010-01-01T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T20:55:55.502+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friendship'/><title type='text'>Friendships</title><content type='html'>This post is especially for my favourite friends....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs107.snc3/15462_207177376279_702456279_4550254_2498309_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="484" ps="true" src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs107.snc3/15462_207177376279_702456279_4550254_2498309_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This picture was taken on our 5th year knowing each other outing.... 5 years *beam* all started from our vanity to beauty and makeup at one of the girlie forum... love them all :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v1944/214/45/525273107/n525273107_1373618_6632.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" ps="true" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v1944/214/45/525273107/n525273107_1373618_6632.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Uni friends... taken at Pei's not so new home. The loveliest bunch of people... I still remember how I met Pei, we both went to wrong building for our sociology class... looked at each other with this blur sotong face and she with her geeky glasses blossomed to pretty young lady and happily married *beam*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs262.snc1/8925_131716998107_525273107_2603773_1911042_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" ps="true" src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs262.snc1/8925_131716998107_525273107_2603773_1911042_n.jpg" width="616" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are the sole reason my JC life wonderful. My rock thru all times...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xqo3sv6cY3I/Sz3wpaNe6II/AAAAAAAAADc/xHwvcxwTseo/s1600-h/IMG_0561.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xqo3sv6cY3I/Sz3wpaNe6II/AAAAAAAAADc/xHwvcxwTseo/s640/IMG_0561.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bff...I know her&amp;nbsp;for 21years... enough said ^^ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/86756378388763220-3562210232754688876?l=pretziliv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pretziliv.blogspot.com/feeds/3562210232754688876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=86756378388763220&amp;postID=3562210232754688876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86756378388763220/posts/default/3562210232754688876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86756378388763220/posts/default/3562210232754688876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pretziliv.blogspot.com/2010/01/friendships.html' title='Friendships'/><author><name>Missy P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13426013549367944204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xqo3sv6cY3I/Sz3wpaNe6II/AAAAAAAAADc/xHwvcxwTseo/s72-c/IMG_0561.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86756378388763220.post-6313751014531971877</id><published>2010-01-01T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T20:19:53.501+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>Fleshy but Toned...</title><content type='html'>Did I say I was fat before? Oh yes I did like... the last post. I am forever obsessed wth my weight, since I suffered from obesity most part of my childhood, dabbling wth anorexia (that's pretty scary) during my teenage years and gotten emotional abuse from an ex who said I hv old, saggy body (he was downright mean)...well, I have finally come in terms with my body now pretty much. I know I don't look too good thin, no 46kg for 153cm me is still tad too thin for my heavy bones body. 48kg is pretty much the right weight... tad on fleshy side but will look great wth right amount of toned abs ^^ Swimming, swimming.... hate period, bleah you just have to stop when it comes (too much info here)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I have been obsessed wth this girl... she is the host for Bridget's Sexiest Beaches from Travel and Living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xqo3sv6cY3I/Sz3oPDTg2CI/AAAAAAAAADU/xocqOk8azBs/s1600-h/bsb_ss_f_florida_005.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xqo3sv6cY3I/Sz3oPDTg2CI/AAAAAAAAADU/xocqOk8azBs/s640/bsb_ss_f_florida_005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Check out her sexy body! Ok, ignore her yummy boobs but look at her toned arms and legs... her rounded body but never flabby. If I were a man, I would worship her body *woohoo* This is what I aspire to have... man, she is deliscious.... I want to be deliscious too ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I wanna her boobies too ;p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/86756378388763220-6313751014531971877?l=pretziliv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pretziliv.blogspot.com/feeds/6313751014531971877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=86756378388763220&amp;postID=6313751014531971877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86756378388763220/posts/default/6313751014531971877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86756378388763220/posts/default/6313751014531971877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pretziliv.blogspot.com/2010/01/fleshy-but-toned.html' title='Fleshy but Toned...'/><author><name>Missy P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13426013549367944204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xqo3sv6cY3I/Sz3oPDTg2CI/AAAAAAAAADU/xocqOk8azBs/s72-c/bsb_ss_f_florida_005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86756378388763220.post-5226708685828113605</id><published>2009-12-28T07:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T07:58:43.333+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Whining'/><title type='text'>OMG!!!!</title><content type='html'>Tell me this isn't true...Tell me it's all about water retention,bloat or whatever but not fat....argh! 50kg for someone 153 is insaneeeeee....Ok,I had like 6 parties for the past 2 weeks and I drank and ate ham or cheese every night but....boohoo...I need to detox and lose that crap FAST and ASAP!!!! *Whineeee*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/86756378388763220-5226708685828113605?l=pretziliv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pretziliv.blogspot.com/feeds/5226708685828113605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=86756378388763220&amp;postID=5226708685828113605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86756378388763220/posts/default/5226708685828113605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86756378388763220/posts/default/5226708685828113605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pretziliv.blogspot.com/2009/12/omg.html' title='OMG!!!!'/><author><name>Missy P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13426013549367944204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86756378388763220.post-2625564063160201667</id><published>2009-12-25T23:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T23:17:37.782+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Something Light'/><title type='text'>Beary Love...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs167.snc3/19438_218615243107_525273107_3216917_1155605_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" ps="true" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs167.snc3/19438_218615243107_525273107_3216917_1155605_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Those little babies are my biggest love... kiddy, I know but maybe it's their chubby tummies, maybe it's their bashful smile... I just love them :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Sometime, a lady want to be a lil girl ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs187.snc3/19438_218611833107_525273107_3216821_7820167_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" ps="true" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs187.snc3/19438_218611833107_525273107_3216821_7820167_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Hahahahaha.... I am Sylar from Heroes.... I take in colours.... hahahahaha&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/86756378388763220-2625564063160201667?l=pretziliv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pretziliv.blogspot.com/feeds/2625564063160201667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=86756378388763220&amp;postID=2625564063160201667' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86756378388763220/posts/default/2625564063160201667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86756378388763220/posts/default/2625564063160201667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pretziliv.blogspot.com/2009/12/beary-love.html' title='Beary Love...'/><author><name>Missy P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13426013549367944204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86756378388763220.post-2717078537711774714</id><published>2009-12-25T17:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T17:44:11.889+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Whining'/><title type='text'>Whine post...</title><content type='html'>I am having sore throat... it feels like havin thorns in my throat and I am especially grouchy now... bah, it doesnt help wth getting a male friend who has been calling me Livvy asking me if I want company and if he should bring me food. I dont want company and I dont like being called Livvy or whatever other nicknames.... you are not my boyfriend and I dont fancy you so please stop the cutesy name calling please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/86756378388763220-2717078537711774714?l=pretziliv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pretziliv.blogspot.com/feeds/2717078537711774714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=86756378388763220&amp;postID=2717078537711774714' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86756378388763220/posts/default/2717078537711774714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86756378388763220/posts/default/2717078537711774714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pretziliv.blogspot.com/2009/12/whine-post.html' title='Whine post...'/><author><name>Missy P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13426013549367944204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86756378388763220.post-6359568315241630090</id><published>2009-12-25T13:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T13:23:02.432+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith'/><title type='text'>Merry Christmas....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs187.snc3/19438_218160308107_525273107_3214957_8297361_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" ps="true" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs187.snc3/19438_218160308107_525273107_3214957_8297361_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Wonderful message from Pastor Prince... He was borned to deliver us the good news that we are forgiven and loved. May next year be our best year ever.... Amen :)&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/86756378388763220-6359568315241630090?l=pretziliv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pretziliv.blogspot.com/feeds/6359568315241630090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=86756378388763220&amp;postID=6359568315241630090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86756378388763220/posts/default/6359568315241630090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86756378388763220/posts/default/6359568315241630090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pretziliv.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post.html' title='Merry Christmas....'/><author><name>Missy P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13426013549367944204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86756378388763220.post-7407296809936066632</id><published>2009-12-25T13:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T13:10:14.552+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weekend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Homecooked'/><title type='text'>A lil overdue...</title><content type='html'>This is all last weekend stuff, but worth mentioning anyway :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say my weekend has been nothing but lovely :) Good food, good company,fantastic movie that I watched...the 2 days were really well spent. Now,let me just do a recap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday:&lt;br /&gt;Started the day with a quick swim,waiting for my part time helper to finish up her task before heading to my ever favourite Jap restaurant. Yes,it is Sun with Moon. What happened to my own promise of going to try new stuff every weekend? Lol ;p &lt;br /&gt;Plan was twarted, a friend called up and asked for lunch and a favour. Lunch was decent enough but I was kinda irked by his request. He was asking me to take a look at his apartment and give suggestions on how to improve it. The request was flattering enough but the shock came when he asked me to move things around as well. I mean I am a girl and you asked me to move furniture? Doesn't help that his place is dirty. I know guy's place most of the time isn't bachelor's pad photo perfect but it looks like it has seen much cleaning for darn long time... The fact that he let me see it in that state mildly disturbed me now. I do not like dirty guy very much :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God, my evening fared much better...check out the popiah spread! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs167.snc3/19438_218146363107_525273107_3214759_4108690_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" ps="true" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs167.snc3/19438_218146363107_525273107_3214759_4108690_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first time I made my own popiah and kueh pitie...ashamed to say my popiah was a disaster, well I was too greedy and I didn't put the stuffing in correct order...it burst even before I managed to bite into it :p *greedy,greedy* oxtail stew wth mash was to die for, so was the turkey,the sausages etc,etc....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs167.snc3/19438_218157778107_525273107_3214791_4551602_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ps="true" src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs167.snc3/19438_218157778107_525273107_3214791_4551602_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs167.snc3/19438_218145363107_525273107_3214752_7399264_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ps="true" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs167.snc3/19438_218145363107_525273107_3214752_7399264_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pardon my terrible pictures (not that I always post good ones ;p)I couldn't try all of them...too busy talking and to shy to show everyone how greedy this new care group member ;p Yes,finally I managed to get going to care group. Yippeeee...this has indeed been a blessed year :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to continue with Sunday but I think it should be another post, be right back :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/86756378388763220-7407296809936066632?l=pretziliv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pretziliv.blogspot.com/feeds/7407296809936066632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=86756378388763220&amp;postID=7407296809936066632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86756378388763220/posts/default/7407296809936066632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86756378388763220/posts/default/7407296809936066632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pretziliv.blogspot.com/2009/12/lil-overdue.html' title='A lil overdue...'/><author><name>Missy P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13426013549367944204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86756378388763220.post-6189865777610275110</id><published>2009-12-25T12:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T13:23:42.614+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Restaurant'/><title type='text'>Fou.de Fa fa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs167.snc3/19438_218127988107_525273107_3214620_2859973_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" ps="true" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs167.snc3/19438_218127988107_525273107_3214620_2859973_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Doesn't this remind you of cafes in Australia? This lil hole in CBD area is really bustling with people during work days... the place is small and warm, friendly staffs made the day as well. I happened to be taking a course nearby and all I could think from the start of the course was eating something wth avocado and having a good cup of coffee lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;This was what I had....egg, avocado sandwich and a flat white. The sandwich was clean, wholesome goodness, the coffee burnt my tounge :( it's a bad coffee... such a pity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs187.snc3/19438_218135948107_525273107_3214685_113007_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" ps="true" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs187.snc3/19438_218135948107_525273107_3214685_113007_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Recently I have this fear of getting throat cancer from drinking or eating too hot stuff :( I am scareeeddddd....&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/86756378388763220-6189865777610275110?l=pretziliv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pretziliv.blogspot.com/feeds/6189865777610275110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=86756378388763220&amp;postID=6189865777610275110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86756378388763220/posts/default/6189865777610275110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86756378388763220/posts/default/6189865777610275110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pretziliv.blogspot.com/2009/12/foude-fa-fa.html' title='Fou.de Fa fa'/><author><name>Missy P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13426013549367944204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86756378388763220.post-4573603014329238704</id><published>2009-12-25T12:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T13:22:39.250+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Restaurant'/><title type='text'>Flavours 7107</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs187.snc3/19438_216498103107_525273107_3209158_3349380_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" ps="true" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs187.snc3/19438_216498103107_525273107_3209158_3349380_n.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs167.snc3/19438_215298443107_525273107_3205328_7046869_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" ps="true" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs167.snc3/19438_215298443107_525273107_3205328_7046869_n.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs167.snc3/19438_215298838107_525273107_3205334_2147879_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" ps="true" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs167.snc3/19438_215298838107_525273107_3205334_2147879_n.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I finally realise too much of a good thing can really be a kill joy... even if you love it so much and think you can die and go to baboy heaven by having 10 dishes of baboy (pork in tagalog) We had our Xmas office lunch at this authentic Phillipino restaurant on Wednesday. Our big boss decided that since we all love crispy patta so much during all our outings, Phillipino cuisine would make such an interestng and very welcomed lunch outing. He had overdone himself with way too much pork dishes. I decided to post only 3 here... the rest of &lt;strike&gt;a million&lt;/strike&gt;&amp;nbsp;ten other pork dishes really don't matter much... honestly the crispy patta was really yum. By the way, crispy patta is crispy pork knuckle with vinegar dipping, not too unlike German pork knuckle. Food was good but it will be a long time I would want to eat another roast pork. It's tough to be a pig in Phillipine ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;This drink is yummy and refreshing, albeit tad sweet....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs187.snc3/19438_216498643107_525273107_3209159_4624306_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" ps="true" src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs187.snc3/19438_216498643107_525273107_3209159_4624306_n.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/86756378388763220-4573603014329238704?l=pretziliv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pretziliv.blogspot.com/feeds/4573603014329238704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=86756378388763220&amp;postID=4573603014329238704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86756378388763220/posts/default/4573603014329238704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86756378388763220/posts/default/4573603014329238704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pretziliv.blogspot.com/2009/12/flavours-7107.html' title='Flavours 7107'/><author><name>Missy P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13426013549367944204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86756378388763220.post-5675117161685149262</id><published>2009-12-19T11:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T11:21:13.330+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Happiness...</title><content type='html'>Don't you think that it's better to be extremely happy for a short while, even if you lose it, than just to be okay for your whole life?" Clare - The Time Traveller's Wife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone told me, for once he experience what it is to be truly in love and he has no regrets...maybe, this is what he meant...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/86756378388763220-5675117161685149262?l=pretziliv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pretziliv.blogspot.com/feeds/5675117161685149262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=86756378388763220&amp;postID=5675117161685149262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86756378388763220/posts/default/5675117161685149262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86756378388763220/posts/default/5675117161685149262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pretziliv.blogspot.com/2009/12/happiness.html' title='Happiness...'/><author><name>Missy P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13426013549367944204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86756378388763220.post-6541489989990296404</id><published>2009-12-19T01:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T23:13:09.301+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>Lil Paradise named Santorini...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xqo3sv6cY3I/Syu4X2JnqHI/AAAAAAAAACk/lWiWItJKw6E/s1600-h/CIMG1383.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xqo3sv6cY3I/Syu4X2JnqHI/AAAAAAAAACk/lWiWItJKw6E/s320/CIMG1383.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken on the most beautiful island I have ever seen... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always wanted to blow this up to poster size picture, frame it up and hang it on my bedroom wall.... Isn't looking so cheery? So much emotion for this trip and it's a trip where I decided I am strong enough for anything and fulfill my life long dream of going to the place I always wish to go... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't the image picture perfect? :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/86756378388763220-6541489989990296404?l=pretziliv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pretziliv.blogspot.com/feeds/6541489989990296404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=86756378388763220&amp;postID=6541489989990296404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86756378388763220/posts/default/6541489989990296404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86756378388763220/posts/default/6541489989990296404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pretziliv.blogspot.com/2009/12/lil-paradise-named-santorini.html' title='Lil Paradise named Santorini...'/><author><name>Missy P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13426013549367944204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xqo3sv6cY3I/Syu4X2JnqHI/AAAAAAAAACk/lWiWItJKw6E/s72-c/CIMG1383.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86756378388763220.post-7776949525955355508</id><published>2009-12-19T01:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T01:07:10.788+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Everyday I Love You...</title><content type='html'>For a long, long time... I know this is going to be THE song for my wedding. The song that represent the one who I am going to walk through this journey of life and every word, every sentence holds true and nothing more, nothing less...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone told me today the one for him is someone who will make him want to be a better person.... isn't it simple yet so true?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I don't know but I believe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;That some things are meant to be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;And that you'll make a better me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Everyday I love you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I never thought that dreams came true &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;But you showed me that they do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;You know that I learn somethng new &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Everyday I love you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;'Cos I believe that destiny &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Is out of our control (don't you know that I do) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;And you'll never live until you love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;With all your heart and soul. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;It's a touch when I feel bad &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;It's a smile when I get mad &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;All the little things I am &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Everyday I love you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Everyday I love you boy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Everyday I love you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;'Cos I believe that destiny &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Is out of our control (don't you know that I do) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;And you'll never live until you love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;With all your heart and soul &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;If I asked would you say yes? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Together we're the very best &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I know that I am truly blessed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Everyday I love you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;And I'll give you my best &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Everyday I love you&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/86756378388763220-7776949525955355508?l=pretziliv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pretziliv.blogspot.com/feeds/7776949525955355508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=86756378388763220&amp;postID=7776949525955355508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86756378388763220/posts/default/7776949525955355508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86756378388763220/posts/default/7776949525955355508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pretziliv.blogspot.com/2009/12/everyday-i-love-you.html' title='Everyday I Love You...'/><author><name>Missy P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13426013549367944204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86756378388763220.post-2277420449728066981</id><published>2009-12-16T23:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T23:24:29.061+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith'/><title type='text'>Forgiveness...</title><content type='html'>I teared when I read this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we genuinely forgive,we set a prisoner free and then discover that the prisoner we set free was us... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/86756378388763220-2277420449728066981?l=pretziliv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pretziliv.blogspot.com/feeds/2277420449728066981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=86756378388763220&amp;postID=2277420449728066981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86756378388763220/posts/default/2277420449728066981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86756378388763220/posts/default/2277420449728066981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pretziliv.blogspot.com/2009/12/forgiveness.html' title='Forgiveness...'/><author><name>Missy P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13426013549367944204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86756378388763220.post-1450763393917511825</id><published>2009-12-16T20:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T21:58:26.485+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Certain Apprehension...</title><content type='html'>I hv somehow reached to an age that I don't defy my mom's impression of others. I must agree that even though,maybe her choice of words may not be at its best but most of the time she is correct. Yes,nothing humble me more that finally admitting this to words that indeed she is right ;p I guess it really comes from all the experience all these years meeting with different people and her wisdom. Me, being the naïve one,I tend to get hurt again and again and make wrong choices.Maybe, to many of you will say it is easier said than done but this time I know I shouldn't be wasting anymore time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hv figured out that maybe to some, it is a tad harsh but I feel in the matter of heart, financial stability and what others define as nice is no longer enough. A person sincerity,the way he think about issues of life and how he deal with everyday matters really make a difference. My friend,Ing has recently commented on her status that 'friendship is not a big thing,it is a million lil things' Isn't relationship the same as well? We girls tend to want to see the future big picture so much that we close our eyes to those small lil things that we need to consider on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it has been a nagging feeling of mine for a while that this particular someone isn't right,when she commented those I wasn't surprise nor was I answering back&amp;nbsp;to his defence. No,I agree and I decide to follow her advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told someone before,as much as we choose others, others choose us as well...it's not about 'oh,he has to accept me for who I am.' Yes,he must love and adore the real you. But is that real you worth loving for?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/86756378388763220-1450763393917511825?l=pretziliv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pretziliv.blogspot.com/feeds/1450763393917511825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=86756378388763220&amp;postID=1450763393917511825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86756378388763220/posts/default/1450763393917511825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86756378388763220/posts/default/1450763393917511825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pretziliv.blogspot.com/2009/12/certain-apprehension.html' title='Certain Apprehension...'/><author><name>Missy P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13426013549367944204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86756378388763220.post-214805155598580654</id><published>2009-12-16T08:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T08:25:52.954+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Homecooked'/><title type='text'>Simple pleasure...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xqo3sv6cY3I/SyepaEyzO4I/AAAAAAAAACc/XKJPPOKF-mA/s1600-h/15120901.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xqo3sv6cY3I/SyepaEyzO4I/AAAAAAAAACc/XKJPPOKF-mA/s320/15120901.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I was thinking of this plate of lovely like 5pm in the afternoon...predicting late night at work ahead,I was already plotting for susbtantial carb feast later on...sad to say,this plate of heaven was only ready to be inhaled like 5 hours later...I got home at 10 and the waiting for the pasta to cook was really a torture to my stomach @_@&lt;br /&gt;Ah well,the ingredients were simple enough...olive oil,minced garlic,fresh tomat,smoked milkfish (lovingly brought by my mom from Indo :D),rock salt,heavy sprinkle of mozarella cheese and chilli flakes...everything was mixed and ready in 5 min (after the pasta cooked of course)&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to say nothing is better that a plate of pasta but being a glutton and for those who know me,it is kinda impossible statement to be believed *teehee*&lt;br /&gt;I am looking forward for another round of this tonight...lalala,life is beautiful with wonderful food :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/86756378388763220-214805155598580654?l=pretziliv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pretziliv.blogspot.com/feeds/214805155598580654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=86756378388763220&amp;postID=214805155598580654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86756378388763220/posts/default/214805155598580654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86756378388763220/posts/default/214805155598580654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pretziliv.blogspot.com/2009/12/simple-pleasure.html' title='Simple pleasure...'/><author><name>Missy P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13426013549367944204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xqo3sv6cY3I/SyepaEyzO4I/AAAAAAAAACc/XKJPPOKF-mA/s72-c/15120901.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86756378388763220.post-1976930936453616755</id><published>2009-12-15T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T23:20:03.558+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Restaurant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Japanese'/><title type='text'>Comfort Food - Sun with Moon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xqo3sv6cY3I/SyepDi2fREI/AAAAAAAAACU/8zasKRJEGaQ/s1600-h/15120901.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xqo3sv6cY3I/SyepDi2fREI/AAAAAAAAACU/8zasKRJEGaQ/s320/15120901.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sun with Moon has always been my favourite Japanese Dining place in Singapore. Centrally located at Wheelock and always never fail to deliver good,quality food...their sashimi may not be the best cut but they are always really fresh and thickly cut. The price is affordable and they sastify my Japanese craving well yesterday. &lt;br /&gt;I had wonderfully fatty unagi with thick slices of sashimi...ugh,I hv forgotten to ask them to exchange the prawn. I love my sashimi but raw prawn is never really my favourite...there is something about their slimy nature that make me go yuck. It's a lovely evening, the restaurant was full but not noisy.&lt;br /&gt;Who said Monday has to be blue ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/86756378388763220-1976930936453616755?l=pretziliv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pretziliv.blogspot.com/feeds/1976930936453616755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=86756378388763220&amp;postID=1976930936453616755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86756378388763220/posts/default/1976930936453616755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86756378388763220/posts/default/1976930936453616755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pretziliv.blogspot.com/2009/12/comfort-food-sun-with-moon.html' title='Comfort Food - Sun with Moon'/><author><name>Missy P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13426013549367944204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xqo3sv6cY3I/SyepDi2fREI/AAAAAAAAACU/8zasKRJEGaQ/s72-c/15120901.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86756378388763220.post-5560557256065392776</id><published>2009-12-14T09:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T09:02:45.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All about a cuppa...</title><content type='html'>I have been a coffee addict since like forever,a day never really starts without a good cup of coffee...yes,there are times I will make do with amazingly drainwater like ones from office pantry but then again beggars can't be chosers right. There is something about coffee aroma,the bitterness that counteract the cloyness of sweet pastry or the oiliness of a curry puff. I adore Singaporean's kopi-c kosong,creamy yet bitter;Indonesian's giddily fragrant black coffee...the memory of my kung2's morning coffee boiling and the best is a good cappuccino. Nothing in this world that I love more in the cold morning other than a warm,frothy cappuccino with good lashing of cocoa powder.It is heaven that I have tasted while I was in OZ a few months ago.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what is so hard about finding good cuppa in Singapore, the kind that is creamy,strong yet smooth and a friendly barrista who will make small conversation with you obviously taking a lot of pride in what he does&lt;br /&gt;Is it too much to ask, I wonder?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/86756378388763220-5560557256065392776?l=pretziliv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pretziliv.blogspot.com/feeds/5560557256065392776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=86756378388763220&amp;postID=5560557256065392776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86756378388763220/posts/default/5560557256065392776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86756378388763220/posts/default/5560557256065392776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pretziliv.blogspot.com/2009/12/all-about-cuppa.html' title='All about a cuppa...'/><author><name>Missy P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13426013549367944204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86756378388763220.post-8420172038018300522</id><published>2009-12-13T23:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T23:09:59.954+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith'/><title type='text'>it's a Sunday thing...</title><content type='html'>Many of us stop going church citing that there is no church good enough for them. The truth is it is all nothing but an excuse for their laziness in their relationship with Him.Face it,just like anything on earth right now,there is no such thing as perfect even a church. A church has no obligation to be the perfect one just for you.Your relationship with Him depends solely on yourself.If one church you been to wasn't to what you think is good,continue your search to something nearest to your so called criteria,find a pastor that you least detest and find ways to listen and read more on His words instead of sitting there and complaining about churches that you have not much impression on and wasting everyone's time,including yours.&lt;br /&gt;As Matthew 7:4- And why do you look at the speck in your brother's eye and do not consider the plank in your own eye?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/86756378388763220-8420172038018300522?l=pretziliv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pretziliv.blogspot.com/feeds/8420172038018300522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=86756378388763220&amp;postID=8420172038018300522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86756378388763220/posts/default/8420172038018300522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86756378388763220/posts/default/8420172038018300522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pretziliv.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-sunday-thing.html' title='it&apos;s a Sunday thing...'/><author><name>Missy P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13426013549367944204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86756378388763220.post-2006484713197394288</id><published>2009-12-13T22:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T06:43:29.469+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Health'/><title type='text'>Water 'big' baby ;p</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xqo3sv6cY3I/SyVt2E4hoWI/AAAAAAAAACM/nve5rmTULZk/s1600-h/Maplepool01.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xqo3sv6cY3I/SyVt2E4hoWI/AAAAAAAAACM/nve5rmTULZk/s320/Maplepool01.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Swimming is a sport I have recently taken up regularly...regularly meaning I will strive to do it every morning before work and other than unforseen circumstances I will do it. I must say,I am not a swimmer nor am I a sports maniac. To say this as many people have commented that I must be some sort of sport junkie to do it every morning. My primary reasons are simple cos I love food and with my age,I have come to understand that flabby body needs to be work upon and not taking good care of it is really a plain display of laziness.&lt;br /&gt;I don't swim for hours,maximum half hour and I don't purposely count my laps. I enjoyed the thorough workout and the adrenelin that perks me so in the morning.It is refreshing to say the least though the initial jump is always a pain ;p There is something abt the quietness of the activity that gives me the precious time to reflect and think. Nothing too serious most of the time but in many ways prep me up for the day. I love it even more when I have the luxury to take a short nap after on weekends.&lt;br /&gt;Being healthy and living well is one of my new year's resolution and I am looking forward to a more toned body in time to come :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/86756378388763220-2006484713197394288?l=pretziliv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pretziliv.blogspot.com/feeds/2006484713197394288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=86756378388763220&amp;postID=2006484713197394288' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86756378388763220/posts/default/2006484713197394288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86756378388763220/posts/default/2006484713197394288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pretziliv.blogspot.com/2009/12/water-big-baby-p.html' title='Water &apos;big&apos; baby ;p'/><author><name>Missy P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13426013549367944204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xqo3sv6cY3I/SyVt2E4hoWI/AAAAAAAAACM/nve5rmTULZk/s72-c/Maplepool01.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86756378388763220.post-1982692500633941931</id><published>2009-12-13T21:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T21:30:13.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Friends...</title><content type='html'>What a cute face I thought&lt;br /&gt;A long line of queue must there be for you&lt;br /&gt;Doubtful you will ever take a second look of me&lt;br /&gt;How willing I am just to admire you from afar&lt;br /&gt;As lost I was in games of love&lt;br /&gt;Arrogant you are not, flirty you try not&lt;br /&gt;Nothing but a simple hi and lots of laughter in between&lt;br /&gt;We are just buddies as I laugh at any kind of queries&lt;br /&gt;No hope so no disappointment&lt;br /&gt;Simple and easy we kept our mindless chats&lt;br /&gt;Teasing and joking we were so good at&lt;br /&gt;Somehow your trust I have slowly earned&lt;br /&gt;Somehow that thick wall of yours have an opening&lt;br /&gt;Could there be a maybe I somehow wonder... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, you told me abt her...&lt;br /&gt;Today you told me how much you missed her&lt;br /&gt;Today, you completely trusts me...&lt;br /&gt;Today, you finally took me as a friend&lt;br /&gt;Today, I realise... I have never really taken you as one&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/86756378388763220-1982692500633941931?l=pretziliv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pretziliv.blogspot.com/feeds/1982692500633941931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=86756378388763220&amp;postID=1982692500633941931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86756378388763220/posts/default/1982692500633941931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86756378388763220/posts/default/1982692500633941931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pretziliv.blogspot.com/2009/12/just-friends.html' title='Just Friends...'/><author><name>Missy P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13426013549367944204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86756378388763220.post-7324305911825404203</id><published>2009-12-13T01:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T01:16:20.342+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Being Faithful</title><content type='html'>Infidelity versus being faithful...admist from the hottest news on Tiger Wood's infidelity,I just heard something no so pleasant today...2 married individuals,office romance and being seen. I don't really know what to react and yes as someone reminded me not long after that it is really none of my business. True enough,who am I to pass any judgement towards them and their behaviour doesn't affect me in anyway so why should I care at all. I have no idea, though the topic of cheating is still so close to me that it just send chills down my spine...&lt;br /&gt;Is it really so hard to remain faithful? Is it so impossible to be in love continuous wth your spouse after a while? What is the essential element? Sex? That sense of thrill? That stroke of ego? I don't really know...it makes me sad as I wonder if it is all worth it as a close one is now currently suffering from the consequences of her action.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/86756378388763220-7324305911825404203?l=pretziliv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pretziliv.blogspot.com/feeds/7324305911825404203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=86756378388763220&amp;postID=7324305911825404203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86756378388763220/posts/default/7324305911825404203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86756378388763220/posts/default/7324305911825404203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pretziliv.blogspot.com/2009/12/being-faithful.html' title='Being Faithful'/><author><name>Missy P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13426013549367944204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86756378388763220.post-6407908915120365147</id><published>2009-12-11T21:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T21:19:26.162+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Christmas Shopping...</title><content type='html'>I am never a person who enjoys shopping for gifts...I have no talent in figuring what people like or dislike,I end up buyong what I think they might like but somehow giving a total disaster :( Yes,I am that bad... Unless it is some random gifts...walking down town,admist of all the people I suddenly feel this terrible loneliness...Is it me or is this a norm to feel this way? Another festive season,another year...and this is my second year as a single,not that the year before that was anything happy. He accused me of terrorizing that one,I was so upset I left his house even though there was a family dinner. Not a pleasant event,I thought of him...infidelity had hurt me so deep that I don't really know if I ever get healed. Sometimes I wonder if I have actually close door of my heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many people but I end up so lonely...yet,I am not willing to make do...I wonder if,that should be the right way?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/86756378388763220-6407908915120365147?l=pretziliv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pretziliv.blogspot.com/feeds/6407908915120365147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=86756378388763220&amp;postID=6407908915120365147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86756378388763220/posts/default/6407908915120365147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86756378388763220/posts/default/6407908915120365147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pretziliv.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-shopping.html' title='Christmas Shopping...'/><author><name>Missy P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13426013549367944204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86756378388763220.post-7963434427927689066</id><published>2009-12-11T13:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T13:41:02.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I started a joke...</title><content type='html'>I  started a joke, which started the whole world crying,&lt;br /&gt;but I didn't see that the joke was on me, oh no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started to cry, which started the whole world laughing,&lt;br /&gt;oh, if I'd only seen that the joke was on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at the skies, running my hands over my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;and I fell out of bed, hurting my head from things that I'd said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Til I finally died, which started the whole world living,&lt;br /&gt;oh, if I'd only seen that the joke was on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at the skies, running my hands over my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;and I fell out of bed, hurting my head from things that I'd said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Til I finally died, which started the whole world living,&lt;br /&gt;oh, if I'd only seen that the joke was one me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;￼&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/86756378388763220-7963434427927689066?l=pretziliv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pretziliv.blogspot.com/feeds/7963434427927689066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=86756378388763220&amp;postID=7963434427927689066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86756378388763220/posts/default/7963434427927689066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86756378388763220/posts/default/7963434427927689066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pretziliv.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-started-joke.html' title='I started a joke...'/><author><name>Missy P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13426013549367944204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86756378388763220.post-7413150884852609409</id><published>2009-12-09T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T23:18:27.100+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>New Start...</title><content type='html'>Hello... everything starts with a simple hello. I am starting this blog simply... being 30 and living life...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/86756378388763220-7413150884852609409?l=pretziliv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pretziliv.blogspot.com/feeds/7413150884852609409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=86756378388763220&amp;postID=7413150884852609409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86756378388763220/posts/default/7413150884852609409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86756378388763220/posts/default/7413150884852609409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pretziliv.blogspot.com/2009/12/new-start.html' title='New Start...'/><author><name>Missy P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13426013549367944204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
