<?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-6772563104545533680</id><updated>2011-11-28T07:46:40.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ Ripples of thoughts ~</title><subtitle type='html'>The rantings and ravings of a small town girl who now works in the city!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deskaur.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772563104545533680/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deskaur.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Desiree Kaur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01617885133360445691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8xf5_z70zc4/SIbKHc8JJZI/AAAAAAAAABo/cfFo900SuUA/S220/Des1.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>49</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6772563104545533680.post-2179833824639530546</id><published>2009-01-23T16:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T17:21:15.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Proud daugther &amp; sister!</title><content type='html'>Well i think let's give the wedding stuff a rest. The next most eventful moment took place last weekend. Over the years as I was studying, it was always i who was in the limelight - passing my exams, going for my convocation(s) - for diploma and degree and each time my parents and even my sister would be the ones in the audience, proud of my achievements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On 18th January 2009, it was triple joy and celebration for me. For the first time, it was me seated in the audience at a convocation ceremony but it was even more special because it was not just to celebrate the success of one person but three people. Yes, it was Daddy, Mummy and Penji (my sister) who were receiving their diplomas. Held at the Sime Darby Convention Centre it was a unique experience for us who were attending. I was seated with my husband, brother-in-law and two nephews.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The three of them had signed up for Diploma in TESOL (Teaching English to Students of Other Languages) at Brickfields Asia College. I watched them as they went through their course and was even designated driver at times when they went to classes and did assignments. It brought back such memories of my own days at college but it was so unique to see my mom and sister doing assignments together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8xf5_z70zc4/SXmH2G2u-sI/AAAAAAAAAG8/s5l93J0T-Jw/s1600-h/n655872012_1390927_1464.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8xf5_z70zc4/SXmH2G2u-sI/AAAAAAAAAG8/s5l93J0T-Jw/s400/n655872012_1390927_1464.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294412200573598402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8xf5_z70zc4/SXmIFwh1eGI/AAAAAAAAAHE/A8RFfw17YUo/s1600-h/n655872012_1390926_14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8xf5_z70zc4/SXmIFwh1eGI/AAAAAAAAAHE/A8RFfw17YUo/s400/n655872012_1390926_14.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294412469458270306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations Daddy, Mummy and Penji. You made it! I am so proud of all three of them and there are no words to describe the warm feeling within me as I saw them up on stage receiving their scrolls. To some its just a diploma, but for me, this is a great achievement on the part of my parents being in their 50's and even my sister who is a mother of 2. This is definitely one of those precious moments which I shall never forget.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6772563104545533680-2179833824639530546?l=deskaur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deskaur.blogspot.com/feeds/2179833824639530546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6772563104545533680&amp;postID=2179833824639530546' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772563104545533680/posts/default/2179833824639530546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772563104545533680/posts/default/2179833824639530546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deskaur.blogspot.com/2009/01/proud-daugther-sister.html' title='Proud daugther &amp; sister!'/><author><name>Desiree Kaur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01617885133360445691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8xf5_z70zc4/SIbKHc8JJZI/AAAAAAAAABo/cfFo900SuUA/S220/Des1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8xf5_z70zc4/SXmH2G2u-sI/AAAAAAAAAG8/s5l93J0T-Jw/s72-c/n655872012_1390927_1464.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6772563104545533680.post-123446115456308308</id><published>2009-01-21T16:05:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T12:53:54.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's happened since the Engagement?</title><content type='html'>As usual, being the useless blogger that i am, i have not updated my blog since Oct 2008. Any of you who actually read it will know how irregular i am with my updates, but i have a valid excuse. I was busy planning my wedding(s) - to the same person of course. No doubt it was quite an ordeal, stressful at times, emotional at times but all worth it in the end. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29th October 2009 - Nara &amp; Desiree tied the knot LEGALLY! Our civil marriage ceremony took place at Maju Junction in the morning which was followed by lunch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8xf5_z70zc4/SXbZ_sYDVJI/AAAAAAAAAFM/OBGQsdI3Ovk/s1600-h/IMG_0716.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8xf5_z70zc4/SXbZ_sYDVJI/AAAAAAAAAFM/OBGQsdI3Ovk/s400/IMG_0716.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293658100287624338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the proof - our Marriage Certs &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8xf5_z70zc4/SXbar4f-6vI/AAAAAAAAAFU/_JB5gS3q5SU/s1600-h/IMG_0718.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8xf5_z70zc4/SXbar4f-6vI/AAAAAAAAAFU/_JB5gS3q5SU/s400/IMG_0718.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293658859456359154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our outings are never complete without him making jokes or disturbing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8xf5_z70zc4/SXbbYWMsonI/AAAAAAAAAFc/jQw3FLXeKAc/s1600-h/IMG_0719.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8xf5_z70zc4/SXbbYWMsonI/AAAAAAAAAFc/jQw3FLXeKAc/s400/IMG_0719.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293659623342776946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One with the parents!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8xf5_z70zc4/SXbb1OIjMlI/AAAAAAAAAFk/19aeopRpcWM/s1600-h/IMG_0728.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8xf5_z70zc4/SXbb1OIjMlI/AAAAAAAAAFk/19aeopRpcWM/s400/IMG_0728.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293660119394103890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was Lunch @ Lake Club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.........after that the next special day was 14th December 2008. Ironically, 14th December 2007 was the first time ever Nara and I set eyes on each other (a story for a different day). It was as if it was all fated. The temple wedding date was given to us by the temple based on both our birth dates as well as the time of birth. This was help as the Bangsar Temple along Jalan Maarof between 7 - 8.30 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8xf5_z70zc4/SXbdZ2SOgaI/AAAAAAAAAFs/l1G-VRmT49w/s1600-h/DSC01241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8xf5_z70zc4/SXbdZ2SOgaI/AAAAAAAAAFs/l1G-VRmT49w/s400/DSC01241.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293661848159027618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is customary for the bride to wear the engagement saree which was given by the in-laws. Here i am in my engagement saree waiting for the ceremony to begin. From here i have to do a short ceremony and this is where my in-laws will present me with a tray containing my wedding saree with a garland of flowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8xf5_z70zc4/SXbeQz-VheI/AAAAAAAAAF0/eKsmktU4Q-A/s1600-h/DSC01255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8xf5_z70zc4/SXbeQz-VheI/AAAAAAAAAF0/eKsmktU4Q-A/s400/DSC01255.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293662792431535586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the ceremony before changing to the wedding saree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8xf5_z70zc4/SXbfeuBxtyI/AAAAAAAAAF8/EDhe23aDMXE/s1600-h/DSC01263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8xf5_z70zc4/SXbfeuBxtyI/AAAAAAAAAF8/EDhe23aDMXE/s400/DSC01263.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293664130865149730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here comes the bride! In a different beat of course. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8xf5_z70zc4/SXbgxGVVBKI/AAAAAAAAAGE/lhJY-u4xw78/s1600-h/DSC01275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8xf5_z70zc4/SXbgxGVVBKI/AAAAAAAAAGE/lhJY-u4xw78/s400/DSC01275.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293665546138879138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment of truth! Tying the thali. I am officially his wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say it was a beautiful ceremony..it certainly was a nice experience. Following this we had two weeks will be our Church wedding. 27th Dec 2008, we were married in The Church of Divine Mercy, Shah Alam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8xf5_z70zc4/SXbiF8F9ltI/AAAAAAAAAGc/Y-08c08biiA/s1600-h/DSC_8149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8xf5_z70zc4/SXbiF8F9ltI/AAAAAAAAAGc/Y-08c08biiA/s400/DSC_8149.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293667003678955218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This moment i shall never forget! Here comes the bride with daddy.....sniff sniff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8xf5_z70zc4/SXbhnNRf4UI/AAAAAAAAAGM/D4ZRfrQ6jy8/s1600-h/DSC_8185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8xf5_z70zc4/SXbhnNRf4UI/AAAAAAAAAGM/D4ZRfrQ6jy8/s400/DSC_8185.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293666475714797890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In church, saying our vows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8xf5_z70zc4/SXbipzpjm3I/AAAAAAAAAGk/SQjPdQkdf8I/s1600-h/DSC_8193_01.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8xf5_z70zc4/SXbipzpjm3I/AAAAAAAAAGk/SQjPdQkdf8I/s400/DSC_8193_01.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293667619887618930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The exchanging of rings......the FINALE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8xf5_z70zc4/SXbh2J9jamI/AAAAAAAAAGU/lN1Khu1D7EQ/s1600-h/DSC_8236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8xf5_z70zc4/SXbh2J9jamI/AAAAAAAAAGU/lN1Khu1D7EQ/s400/DSC_8236.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293666732523874914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr &amp; Mrs Narajeevan walking out of church....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, following this we had a dinner reception at The Crystal Crown Hotel in PJ. I still dont have very clear shots from that night - most of them have been posted by other friends of mine who tagged me on Facebook. But here is what I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8xf5_z70zc4/SXbjtXLy5VI/AAAAAAAAAGs/v6ehQbKSMU0/s1600-h/n655678213_1409893_6164.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8xf5_z70zc4/SXbjtXLy5VI/AAAAAAAAAGs/v6ehQbKSMU0/s400/n655678213_1409893_6164.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293668780477703506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr &amp; Mrs Narajeevan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8xf5_z70zc4/SXbj7oay5TI/AAAAAAAAAG0/mBjh3jIWqAk/s1600-h/n655678213_1409892_3920.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 297px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8xf5_z70zc4/SXbj7oay5TI/AAAAAAAAAG0/mBjh3jIWqAk/s400/n655678213_1409892_3920.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293669025622189362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's it for now. It was the most memorable month for me. Would not exchange it for any other experience.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6772563104545533680-123446115456308308?l=deskaur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deskaur.blogspot.com/feeds/123446115456308308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6772563104545533680&amp;postID=123446115456308308' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772563104545533680/posts/default/123446115456308308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772563104545533680/posts/default/123446115456308308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deskaur.blogspot.com/2009/01/whats-happened-since-engagement.html' title='What&apos;s happened since the Engagement?'/><author><name>Desiree Kaur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01617885133360445691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8xf5_z70zc4/SIbKHc8JJZI/AAAAAAAAABo/cfFo900SuUA/S220/Des1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8xf5_z70zc4/SXbZ_sYDVJI/AAAAAAAAAFM/OBGQsdI3Ovk/s72-c/IMG_0716.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6772563104545533680.post-8745792988822142163</id><published>2008-10-03T13:59:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T14:26:20.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nara and Desiree get engaged</title><content type='html'>Managed to get some of the pictures, still awaiting more from other friends who took pics but here are some of it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8xf5_z70zc4/SOW2PI3kQcI/AAAAAAAAADI/0Qj2mHu7trE/s1600-h/IMG_4515.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8xf5_z70zc4/SOW2PI3kQcI/AAAAAAAAADI/0Qj2mHu7trE/s400/IMG_4515.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252804911592391106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Daddy and me. "Daddy's little girl all grown up"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8xf5_z70zc4/SOW3DvWAsdI/AAAAAAAAADQ/x886qMpUglo/s1600-h/IMG_4514.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8xf5_z70zc4/SOW3DvWAsdI/AAAAAAAAADQ/x886qMpUglo/s400/IMG_4514.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252805815273828818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my Mummy. Both in PINK! Cute eh??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8xf5_z70zc4/SOW3bHFCJHI/AAAAAAAAADY/GHaHc41sNvc/s1600-h/IMG_4517.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8xf5_z70zc4/SOW3bHFCJHI/AAAAAAAAADY/GHaHc41sNvc/s400/IMG_4517.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252806216782062706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favourite sister(oopsss...heheh..only have one sister) and me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8xf5_z70zc4/SOW31hK3_3I/AAAAAAAAADg/Km0gew3TjrA/s1600-h/IMG_4518.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8xf5_z70zc4/SOW31hK3_3I/AAAAAAAAADg/Km0gew3TjrA/s400/IMG_4518.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252806670462484338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my make-up artist - Charan. What would i do without her expertise...sigh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8xf5_z70zc4/SOW4IlfdrDI/AAAAAAAAADo/ZaqNVCUqzVg/s1600-h/IMG_4520.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8xf5_z70zc4/SOW4IlfdrDI/AAAAAAAAADo/ZaqNVCUqzVg/s400/IMG_4520.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252806998040095794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The female stars of the night..all glittering and bling bling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8xf5_z70zc4/SOW4rNFWYQI/AAAAAAAAADw/cb_XwZAKGw8/s1600-h/IMG_4539.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8xf5_z70zc4/SOW4rNFWYQI/AAAAAAAAADw/cb_XwZAKGw8/s400/IMG_4539.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252807592783536386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then it was time to change into the saree..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8xf5_z70zc4/SOW4-XVb7kI/AAAAAAAAAD4/WnUfHtYnuio/s1600-h/IMG_4548.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8xf5_z70zc4/SOW4-XVb7kI/AAAAAAAAAD4/WnUfHtYnuio/s400/IMG_4548.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252807921952878146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tying saree process was complete..ready to go and exchange rings with my other half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8xf5_z70zc4/SOW5UU4JWcI/AAAAAAAAAEA/bnP-mRosvhI/s1600-h/IMG_4551.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8xf5_z70zc4/SOW5UU4JWcI/AAAAAAAAAEA/bnP-mRosvhI/s400/IMG_4551.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252808299250276802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is looking at me but why i am not returning the gesture? Sigh...some people never change right..n by some people i mean me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8xf5_z70zc4/SOW5oriX5BI/AAAAAAAAAEI/1ZTxjl_aUJE/s1600-h/IMG_4553.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8xf5_z70zc4/SOW5oriX5BI/AAAAAAAAAEI/1ZTxjl_aUJE/s400/IMG_4553.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252808648930354194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He puts the ring on for me. But of course before that he whispers to me to make sure i put out the correct hand..hahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8xf5_z70zc4/SOW58x0gpzI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/XwY-b2cpwNs/s1600-h/IMG_4554.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8xf5_z70zc4/SOW58x0gpzI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/XwY-b2cpwNs/s400/IMG_4554.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252808994214422322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then it was my turn. Of course i told him the same thing too la..give me the correct hand..lucky its still pics or my shaking hands would have been noticeable..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8xf5_z70zc4/SOW6ZIq_ItI/AAAAAAAAAEY/qq--8cMQk6E/s1600-h/IMG_4556.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8xf5_z70zc4/SOW6ZIq_ItI/AAAAAAAAAEY/qq--8cMQk6E/s400/IMG_4556.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252809481384829650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We light the oil lamp together - signifying we are beginning a life together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, these aren't all the pictures. I am still waiting for a few more sets from other friends...will post more when there is more..but before i end this entry, my favourite pic for the night - when everything was over and i was in my comfort zone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8xf5_z70zc4/SOW652dcIrI/AAAAAAAAAEg/R7BSRuCMw00/s1600-h/IMG_4573.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8xf5_z70zc4/SOW652dcIrI/AAAAAAAAAEg/R7BSRuCMw00/s400/IMG_4573.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252810043431854770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't we look so comfortable! hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6772563104545533680-8745792988822142163?l=deskaur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deskaur.blogspot.com/feeds/8745792988822142163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6772563104545533680&amp;postID=8745792988822142163' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772563104545533680/posts/default/8745792988822142163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772563104545533680/posts/default/8745792988822142163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deskaur.blogspot.com/2008/10/nara-and-desiree-get-engaged.html' title='Nara and Desiree get engaged'/><author><name>Desiree Kaur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01617885133360445691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8xf5_z70zc4/SIbKHc8JJZI/AAAAAAAAABo/cfFo900SuUA/S220/Des1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8xf5_z70zc4/SOW2PI3kQcI/AAAAAAAAADI/0Qj2mHu7trE/s72-c/IMG_4515.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6772563104545533680.post-8007374392386163840</id><published>2008-09-29T17:27:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T17:33:51.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A blend of cultures!</title><content type='html'>Last weekend I had an "experience". For the pass few weeks, tension had been rising as our engagement ceremony day loomed closer and closer. So many things needed to be done in a short span of time, not to mention normal daily work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was rather painful at times, but it was a wonderful experience at long last. Last Saturday, i was officially engaged to my fiance, Narajeevan! He being a Hindu, and me having a mixed parentage of Punjabi and Portugue-Eurasion, what did the ceremony turn out like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well we blended it all cultures. It began with the Hindu custom whereby the groom and his family would arrive my house with 5-trays of gifts. One of the gifts is a saree which i had to change into once they arrived. After i successfully got dressed, i was brought downstairs and my fiance and i exchanged rings follow by the lighting of the oil lamp - signifying that we had begun a life together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, we had a short Punjabi customary session called "Sagan" whereby married couple would give us their blessings, feed us some punjabi sweets and sometimes even give presents / gifts / tokens. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that was not the end of course! There was cake! In accordance to Portuguese-Eurasian custom, my father proposed a toast and we cut the cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, a long story short, it was an enjoyable night and an extremely memorable experience. Look out for the pictures, very very soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6772563104545533680-8007374392386163840?l=deskaur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deskaur.blogspot.com/feeds/8007374392386163840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6772563104545533680&amp;postID=8007374392386163840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772563104545533680/posts/default/8007374392386163840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772563104545533680/posts/default/8007374392386163840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deskaur.blogspot.com/2008/09/blend-of-cultures.html' title='A blend of cultures!'/><author><name>Desiree Kaur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01617885133360445691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8xf5_z70zc4/SIbKHc8JJZI/AAAAAAAAABo/cfFo900SuUA/S220/Des1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6772563104545533680.post-475206033885258463</id><published>2008-09-02T16:13:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T17:10:16.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Red Bull Rookies Rock the MME!</title><content type='html'>It was a tiring weekend, but it was indeed an eventful one. I had the privilege of being "behind the scenes" at the Merdeke Millennium Endurance Race last weekend in support of the Red Bull Rookies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday 29th August, i spend my whole day there as that was the qualifying day and our Red Bull Rookies came out 2nd - girls can be faster than boys on the track eh? Heheheheh...I am so proud of you gals!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30th August 2008 - THE day! The MME Race kicked off at 11.45 a.m. (fyi- this is a 12-hour race ya). I was thrilled to have the privilege of being with the driver before they began their race. Although i did frequent the paddock area for the training session but this day was a first for me - I WAS ON THE ACTUAL RACE TRACK!!! and i got pictures to prove it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8xf5_z70zc4/SLz49HxTSSI/AAAAAAAAACY/HUv8XAIIK4c/s1600-h/n579946333_893294_4417.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8xf5_z70zc4/SLz49HxTSSI/AAAAAAAAACY/HUv8XAIIK4c/s400/n579946333_893294_4417.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241337795293956386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From left to right: Me, Irma and Puteri (Red Bull Rookies). And of course Aziz is visible at the back with his camera wearing a red T-shirt. This one was taken on the race track! Like i said i had the picture to prove it. Our Rookies gained a lot of attention. Even the Marshalls came and took pictures ok. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were also loads of umbrella girls - naturally since almost all of the drivers were men. Check out the most outstanding ones below!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8xf5_z70zc4/SLz6PyMEjDI/AAAAAAAAACg/T-Cx7MjKFjc/s1600-h/n579946333_893250_150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8xf5_z70zc4/SLz6PyMEjDI/AAAAAAAAACg/T-Cx7MjKFjc/s400/n579946333_893250_150.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241339215429798962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am NOT the umbrella girl! The very orange ones behind me are! I shall stop here and not comment further on them :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was of course and extremely HOT day! I did get a bit of a tan...yippie! Which will render me colourless again though...what to do! But look how this girl copes with the heat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8xf5_z70zc4/SLz66wN-rjI/AAAAAAAAACo/jd3BoDyREJY/s1600-h/n579946333_893251_477.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8xf5_z70zc4/SLz66wN-rjI/AAAAAAAAACo/jd3BoDyREJY/s400/n579946333_893251_477.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241339953635307058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a Hello Kitty mini fan! hahaha..If you own one of this, do not leave home without it. Comes in handy in times like these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8xf5_z70zc4/SLz7VCzfPtI/AAAAAAAAACw/igQbe23WWlM/s1600-h/n1079413802_30124501_6567.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8xf5_z70zc4/SLz7VCzfPtI/AAAAAAAAACw/igQbe23WWlM/s400/n1079413802_30124501_6567.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241340405301067474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From left to right: ME, Christabel (Red Bull) and Irma (Red Bull). We hung out together throughout the day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is one for the RMM Wall of Fame!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8xf5_z70zc4/SLz7v000GEI/AAAAAAAAAC4/h-ruOKsMQIM/s1600-h/n789845648_1276965_2846.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8xf5_z70zc4/SLz7v000GEI/AAAAAAAAAC4/h-ruOKsMQIM/s400/n789845648_1276965_2846.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241340865404999746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From left to right: Brian Hong (Red Bull), ME, Peter Pek (Mercatus) and Aziz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8xf5_z70zc4/SLz8K0PXC_I/AAAAAAAAADA/I_XDuMIvzlw/s1600-h/n579946333_893266_5523.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8xf5_z70zc4/SLz8K0PXC_I/AAAAAAAAADA/I_XDuMIvzlw/s400/n579946333_893266_5523.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241341329104374770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Race Craft: Integra DC 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am proud the announce, the Red Bull Rookies made it through the 12-hours and they came out 6th place in their class! In my opinion, simply excellent for first timers in the MME. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations is in order to the whole team! Well done Red Bull Rookies and congratulations to Red Bull for finding these amazing girls from their Red Bull Female Driver Search last year. Congratulations to Kenvin Low as well, Chief Trainer from AADA - the guy responsible for pushing these girls to their full racing potential.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ladies, if you are between 18-30 years of age, are able to drive a manual car fairly well and crave for speed, do not miss out on joining the Red Bull Female Driver Search which was recently launched. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click &lt;a href="http://www.redbull.com.my/rbfds/index.html"&gt;here &lt;/a&gt;to sign up online now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6772563104545533680-475206033885258463?l=deskaur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deskaur.blogspot.com/feeds/475206033885258463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6772563104545533680&amp;postID=475206033885258463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772563104545533680/posts/default/475206033885258463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772563104545533680/posts/default/475206033885258463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deskaur.blogspot.com/2008/09/red-bull-rookies-rock-mme.html' title='Red Bull Rookies Rock the MME!'/><author><name>Desiree Kaur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01617885133360445691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8xf5_z70zc4/SIbKHc8JJZI/AAAAAAAAABo/cfFo900SuUA/S220/Des1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8xf5_z70zc4/SLz49HxTSSI/AAAAAAAAACY/HUv8XAIIK4c/s72-c/n579946333_893294_4417.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6772563104545533680.post-1942823807971913168</id><published>2008-08-12T12:37:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T12:48:59.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Age calculator anyone??</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, my colleague, &lt;a href="http://azizlaikar.blogspot.com"&gt;Aziz&lt;/a&gt; suddenly asked me which year i was born in. He had this Excel sheet whereby you just key in your date of birth in the given format and it calculates your age - and i mean your exact age, in years, months, minutes, seconds, etc. Also at the side of it states your "characteristics" based on the month you are born in. After tabulating my own date-of-birth, here are the results:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8xf5_z70zc4/SKEUIIAjngI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Yudu88RDFWw/s1600-h/age+calculator.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8xf5_z70zc4/SKEUIIAjngI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Yudu88RDFWw/s400/age+calculator.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233486371802553858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of today, here is my age:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Age in years : 24.00&lt;br /&gt; Age in months : 288&lt;br /&gt; Age in days : 8761&lt;br /&gt; Age in hours : 210253&lt;br /&gt; Age in minutes : 12615154&lt;br /&gt; Age in seconds : 756909238&lt;br /&gt; Age in Millisecs: 75690923847&lt;br /&gt; Age in weeks : 61324&lt;br /&gt; You born on  : Sunday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here are my so-called characteristics being born in the month of &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;August&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Loves to jok&lt;/span&gt;e     &lt;br /&gt;* Attractive     &lt;br /&gt;* Suave and &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;caring&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; Brave and fearless &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;* Firm and has leadership qualities    &lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Knows how to console others &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Too generous and egoistic &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;* Takes high pride of oneself     &lt;br /&gt;* Thirsty for praises    &lt;br /&gt;* Extraordinary spirit     &lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Easily angered  &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Angry when provoked &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Easily jealous &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Observant&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Loves to lead and to be led &lt;/span&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;* Loves to dream &lt;/span&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;* Talented in the arts, music and defense    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;* Sensitive but not petty &lt;/span&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;* Poor resistance against illnesses &lt;/span&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the characteristics are quite accurate! Not bad huh? But of course not all of it so please &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;DO NOT &lt;/span&gt;think i am all of the above. I have highlighted the once which i &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;think&lt;/span&gt; are true about me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6772563104545533680-1942823807971913168?l=deskaur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deskaur.blogspot.com/feeds/1942823807971913168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6772563104545533680&amp;postID=1942823807971913168' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772563104545533680/posts/default/1942823807971913168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772563104545533680/posts/default/1942823807971913168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deskaur.blogspot.com/2008/08/age-calculator-anyone.html' title='Age calculator anyone??'/><author><name>Desiree Kaur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01617885133360445691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8xf5_z70zc4/SIbKHc8JJZI/AAAAAAAAABo/cfFo900SuUA/S220/Des1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8xf5_z70zc4/SKEUIIAjngI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Yudu88RDFWw/s72-c/age+calculator.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6772563104545533680.post-6733434209981367237</id><published>2008-08-11T00:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T12:24:06.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Various reactions -  Part 2</title><content type='html'>Before i begin with the continuation from my last entry, let me just say i have reached my target for this month. And i mean, in the number of blog entries for this month. My target was to have at least 2, and this goes to show my blog isn't a lost cause altogether, there is still hope yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now getting back to the reactions of people when i told them the news of me getting married for the first time. (Once again, names will be changed to protect the ones who wish to stay anonymous)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scenario 3:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An ex-colleague of mine was chatting with me on gtalk. The main reason she buzzed me was that i had put my status as "lost my phone". So we did the usual hellos, how are you's? and of course we got into how i lost my phone etc. And then we get to the more interesting part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 11.30 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GTalk Girl: So what's new with you?&lt;br /&gt;ME: Hmmmm, well did i already tell you, i am getting married&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there was no reply from her. So i assumed she was away from her desk or busy work so i didnt now pursue it, i just carried on with my work. The at 4.30 p.m. she replies with her telephone number asking to save since i lost my phone. And not two second later my phone rings...it's her of course&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GTalk Girl: Hullo&lt;br /&gt;ME: Hi. How are you doing?&lt;br /&gt;GTalk Girl: How did you know it was me?&lt;br /&gt;ME: I recognise your voice la.&lt;br /&gt;GTalk Girl: Hey, you are joking right? I know i have not been keeping in touch much and all. Are you just trying to get my attention by saying you are getting married?&lt;br /&gt;ME: No la...it's for real i am getting married in December.&lt;br /&gt;GTalk Girl: What??? (A bit high pitched) Oh wow! Congrats! I am so happy for you.&lt;br /&gt;ME: Thank you. hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that was Scenario 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's interesting to see the reactions of various people. About 3 years ago, i remember pulling a fast one on a friend of mine who was in Canada at that time. We were chatting on MSN and for a few days i was telling him about how I was getting married and the wedding plans and i made it sound so real. This time around, I am really getting married so i decided to drop him an sms. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scenario 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, i send my friend an sms saying i am getting married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(via sms)&lt;br /&gt;SMS Friend: What? You are kidding...Don't lie.&lt;br /&gt;ME: No, seriously. We met last December and we've been dating a couple of months. We are getting married in December.&lt;br /&gt;SMS Friend: WOW! I am seriously in shock. Congratulations! So give me the juicy details? How did he propose? Who is he? Where is he from?&lt;br /&gt;ME: Well, i'll tell you all the details soon. Just wanted to let you. Call me when you are free alright take care.&lt;br /&gt;SMS Friend: Okay. You too take care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i thought he had forgotten. About two weeks later my phone rings and it's my SMS Friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: Hello!&lt;br /&gt;SMS Friend: Hi! How are you la? You bugger you! Getting married huh?&lt;br /&gt;ME: I am okay la. Yeah la. This time it's for real. Not pulling a fast one on you.&lt;br /&gt;SMS Friend: Wow! I can't believe it. Didn't think you'd settle down so soon. But if you are happy i am happy for you.&lt;br /&gt;ME: Yes, i am very happy thanks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we continue talking about the wedding etc. And catching up on each others news. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been an interesting experience actually telling people my BIG NEWS. I recall spending most of my college / working life telling people how i would NEVER settle down and get married till i am at least 28. I have learned my lesson. Call me superstitious but i believe when you say things like this, the opposite happens. I did try to learn from my relatives when they used to say they did not want to marry a particular race that's the exact race they fall in love with and end up marrying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No need to go so far, my mom, in her younger days never liked Punjabi's. Like for real! And look at her today, she has two daughters carrying the name KAUR and she is also known as Mrs Singh. My sister, said the same thing - now she is Mrs Singh as well with two little "Singh" boy as her sons. I was "playing smart". I told everyone never would i criticize a race or say i did not want to end up marrying a certain race. But, i did say i would NEVER settle down till i am in my late 20's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, i would have to say, no regrets! I always taught that marriage would mean and end to a lot of things. But now, i feel very differently about it. Yes, there would be more responsibilities, but i think i am ready to face it all and the best part about it is, i will never have to face it all on my own anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6772563104545533680-6733434209981367237?l=deskaur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deskaur.blogspot.com/feeds/6733434209981367237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6772563104545533680&amp;postID=6733434209981367237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772563104545533680/posts/default/6733434209981367237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772563104545533680/posts/default/6733434209981367237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deskaur.blogspot.com/2008/08/various-reactions-part-2.html' title='Various reactions -  Part 2'/><author><name>Desiree Kaur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01617885133360445691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8xf5_z70zc4/SIbKHc8JJZI/AAAAAAAAABo/cfFo900SuUA/S220/Des1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6772563104545533680.post-7850293707718953531</id><published>2008-08-05T11:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T05:59:25.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Various reactions</title><content type='html'>It's interesting to see how people react to various types of unexpected news. Recently, i've had the good fortune of getting various types or reactions from people around me when i informed them the "I am getting married". Here are a few scenarios. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(names will be changed to protect the identity of those who wish to remain anonymous)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8xf5_z70zc4/SJfHhmhbPnI/AAAAAAAAACI/bWMRqpBGVWE/s1600-h/shock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8xf5_z70zc4/SJfHhmhbPnI/AAAAAAAAACI/bWMRqpBGVWE/s400/shock.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230868872304475762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scenario 1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on leave from work that day and i was making arrangements to do certain important things e.g. meeting my future in-laws for the first time. Therefore i needed to explain to colleagues why i had to maybe leave early and for this particular time, i was not able to stay till the very end of a photoshoot session of my client which was supposed to end rather late at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: Hello! &lt;br /&gt;Colleague: Hi! How are you? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok la, i cant remember the whole conversation but we updated each other on work stuff and then....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: Hey, i dont think i can stay till the very end of the photoshoot. &lt;br /&gt;Colleague: Can, can no problem. ( Didn't even ask why - a bit the Weird right??)&lt;br /&gt;ME: Actually, i have to tell you. I met someone and we are settling down. I am getting married.&lt;br /&gt;Colleague: HUH??!! Are you serious? Are you sure?&lt;br /&gt;ME: hahahahaha...yes yes i am sure. i will tell you all about it.&lt;br /&gt;Colleague: Okay..... (sounding very speechless)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this the conversation ended very quickly because my colleague had to attend to something. After about one hour my phone rang, it was my colleague.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: Hello&lt;br /&gt;Colleague: Hi. Now i can talk. I am still in shock of what you told me&lt;br /&gt;ME: Hahahaha. Yeah i know it happened so fast.&lt;br /&gt;Colleague: Ok my first PR reaction is are you sure but my actual reactions is "ARE YOU CRAZY??"&lt;br /&gt;ME: Hahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well that was that! Cool reaction isnt it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scenario 2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went over to my sister place just to say hi but my real intention was to tell her i am getting married. We talked usual talk, how are you etc etc..talking about her children etc. Then, she posts me "the question".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penji: So, seeing anyone? (Usually the answer she gets is NO - i'm too busy)&lt;br /&gt;ME: Well, as a matter of fact yes i am&lt;br /&gt;Penji : (Looking interested and eyes wide open) Oh, interesting. is it serious??&lt;br /&gt;ME: Yes it is very serious. And you can expect good news&lt;br /&gt;Penji : (Now at the edge of her chair looking as if she is about to fall off) Really? How serious?&lt;br /&gt;ME: He proposed&lt;br /&gt;Penji: (Screams a really shrill scream) And? What did you say?&lt;br /&gt;ME: I say YES of course la!&lt;br /&gt;Penji: (Screams even louder and her kids come running asking her what is wrong). Oh my God, Oh my God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, she cried and hugged me so tight i think it affected my blood circulation a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, there you go! Two scenarios.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6772563104545533680-7850293707718953531?l=deskaur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deskaur.blogspot.com/feeds/7850293707718953531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6772563104545533680&amp;postID=7850293707718953531' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772563104545533680/posts/default/7850293707718953531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772563104545533680/posts/default/7850293707718953531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deskaur.blogspot.com/2008/08/various-reactions.html' title='Various reactions'/><author><name>Desiree Kaur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01617885133360445691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8xf5_z70zc4/SIbKHc8JJZI/AAAAAAAAABo/cfFo900SuUA/S220/Des1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8xf5_z70zc4/SJfHhmhbPnI/AAAAAAAAACI/bWMRqpBGVWE/s72-c/shock.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6772563104545533680.post-2343585522555318918</id><published>2008-07-28T19:20:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T05:59:26.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wedding Plans</title><content type='html'>Planning a wedding is “supposed” to be something memorable – I do hope than once I’m married I may look back and laugh at these trying time.  Too many things seem to be happening all at once. Yes, I did find time to update my blog, oddly, but I am guessing this is due to me being so stressed out over everything and looking for my once chance to escape it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighthy then, that aside, the wedding preparations have officially begun! The church ceremony will be on 27th December 2008 and on the following day, my fiance’s family will be hosting the Hindu ceremony. In preparation I’ve already started looking for my wedding gown! Even I can’t believe it – me, at this age, looking for my wedding gown! Of course the search may take time and hopefully I find “the gown” but even if I don’t it wont matter – to me at the end of the day, my wedding day will be memorable no matter what, because I will be starting a whole new life. This is what I am looking forward to. I am looking forward to a happy marriage and building my new life together with my husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if anyone were to ask, is this going to be your dream wedding or fairy tale wedding – I would say, this is not a priority. Yes, the wedding symbolizes the beginning of a new life of two people, but the dream or fairy tale I dream of will be the rest of my life and not the ONE day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8xf5_z70zc4/SI2sEH9dUnI/AAAAAAAAAB4/359_5Utd7FY/s1600-h/bias-cut-silk-wedding-dress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8xf5_z70zc4/SI2sEH9dUnI/AAAAAAAAAB4/359_5Utd7FY/s400/bias-cut-silk-wedding-dress.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228023929303290482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will this be the gown???? As if i would show everyone the real thing before THE DAY?? But this particular gown is lovely i think. Some say this is too simple while others think this is so ME - simple and not over the top!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8xf5_z70zc4/SI2sZyy-XiI/AAAAAAAAACA/UjPG5V7rILk/s1600-h/Bw03-th.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8xf5_z70zc4/SI2sZyy-XiI/AAAAAAAAACA/UjPG5V7rILk/s400/Bw03-th.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228024301579296290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At any point of the wedding, will i be wearing a lengha?? Have not decided yet! Just have to wait and see..i am as eager as everyone else to know what i will be deciding on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit, things have been pretty out of hand lately. About three weeks ago I lost my handphone in an embarrassing incident which I’d rather not mention but I will say this – I looked like a panda for a week! It was really upsetting because I was very attached to that particular handset and most importantly, very important contacts we lost along with it (yes yes I know back up! Now I’ve learned my lesson).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6772563104545533680-2343585522555318918?l=deskaur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deskaur.blogspot.com/feeds/2343585522555318918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6772563104545533680&amp;postID=2343585522555318918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772563104545533680/posts/default/2343585522555318918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772563104545533680/posts/default/2343585522555318918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deskaur.blogspot.com/2008/07/wedding-plans.html' title='The Wedding Plans'/><author><name>Desiree Kaur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01617885133360445691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8xf5_z70zc4/SIbKHc8JJZI/AAAAAAAAABo/cfFo900SuUA/S220/Des1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8xf5_z70zc4/SI2sEH9dUnI/AAAAAAAAAB4/359_5Utd7FY/s72-c/bias-cut-silk-wedding-dress.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6772563104545533680.post-7811696175321989642</id><published>2008-07-22T18:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T05:59:26.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yet another long overdue update</title><content type='html'>As anticipated by many, i took another lifetime to update my blog. I should be ashamed to call myself a blogger - i am just some random person who has a blog and updates it "once in a blue moon". Well that said, my standard reason for not updating my blog is of course - BUSY WORKING. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before getting into my latest event, i have actually had time for a life in these few months. I will be getting married this coming December. Little did anyone expect the i would meet my Mr Right and decide to settle down so soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now back my latest event which was the Red Bull Rookies Press Conference which was held at the Borneo Baruk Club. The Red Bull Rookies are a team of female drivers who will be racing in the Merdeka Millennium Endurance Race (MMER) this coming August.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8xf5_z70zc4/SIW3SDUcYvI/AAAAAAAAABU/2dxEWXU-5Ys/s1600-h/IMG_0445.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8xf5_z70zc4/SIW3SDUcYvI/AAAAAAAAABU/2dxEWXU-5Ys/s400/IMG_0445.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225784463389909746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the event, we took a group picture - The Red Bull Rookies, their trainer from AADA and the RMM team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8xf5_z70zc4/SIW4VNNdYLI/AAAAAAAAABc/U6nrMcYYQms/s1600-h/IMG_0447.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8xf5_z70zc4/SIW4VNNdYLI/AAAAAAAAABc/U6nrMcYYQms/s400/IMG_0447.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225785617096204466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the RMM team. From left: Asha (our former intern), ME, Favian (our current intern) and Aziz Laikar (the boss).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So those all you racing enthusiasts, watch out from the MMER coming our way at the end of August at our very own Speang F1 International Circuit. And please support the Red Bull Rookies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6772563104545533680-7811696175321989642?l=deskaur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deskaur.blogspot.com/feeds/7811696175321989642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6772563104545533680&amp;postID=7811696175321989642' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772563104545533680/posts/default/7811696175321989642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772563104545533680/posts/default/7811696175321989642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deskaur.blogspot.com/2008/07/yet-another-long-overdue-update.html' title='Yet another long overdue update'/><author><name>Desiree Kaur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01617885133360445691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8xf5_z70zc4/SIbKHc8JJZI/AAAAAAAAABo/cfFo900SuUA/S220/Des1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8xf5_z70zc4/SIW3SDUcYvI/AAAAAAAAABU/2dxEWXU-5Ys/s72-c/IMG_0445.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6772563104545533680.post-916190619776968926</id><published>2008-04-29T21:05:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T05:59:27.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The long overdue update</title><content type='html'>It's been extremely long overdue, everyday i tell myself, "Desiree, please update your blog otherwise people (the precious few who actually bother to read it) would think you ceased to keep a blog." Well here i am today, writing after months. Yes, yes, i did update it on Valentine's Day however, I had to remove the post since it was a bit too emo-nemo on that "disastrous" day. Well, disaster is over stating it a bit but it wouldn't be wrong for me to say i was superbly bummed out! Just goes to show that having a boyfriend on Valentine's doesn't ensure you something nice to remember. Nevertheless, it was a memorable Valentine's (to go down into one of the pathetic list of memories of mine).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What has happened since February? Needless to say, A LOT! The main reason for not updating my blog was due to the fact that my streamyx at home was down for the longest time. Only last Saturday (after calling several times over a period of 2 months) did i manage to get in touch with a Customer Care person at TM. Only yesterday was my Internet up-and running at home once again. "Hooray! I can now work at home too. Woo hoo!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In March, RMM had the pleasure of coordinating the Press conference for Naza Italia's announcement as the sole distributor for Ferrari in Malaysia! As stressful as the whole thing was, it was an extremely character-building experience. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8xf5_z70zc4/SBcfhto_AMI/AAAAAAAAABE/1g_425-t7hU/s1600-h/Naza+Italia_PC.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8xf5_z70zc4/SBcfhto_AMI/AAAAAAAAABE/1g_425-t7hU/s320/Naza+Italia_PC.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194655359242797250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From left to right: Audrey Lakai, Aziz Laikar &amp; ME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the magnificent people i work with on a daily basis. Yes we go through everything at work together - the good times, bad times, stressful times and the extremely stressful times. This picture is one for our RMM Wall of Fame taken at the morning Press Conference. At night, i had to turn into someone else:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8xf5_z70zc4/SBcgUto_ANI/AAAAAAAAABM/SailfRvguG0/s1600-h/des-ferrari+gala+dinner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8xf5_z70zc4/SBcgUto_ANI/AAAAAAAAABM/SailfRvguG0/s320/des-ferrari+gala+dinner.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194656235416125650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, i wore a dress and am well aware that is is RED - not usually my colour of choice but i really wanted to go all out for Ferrari. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, that's it for now. I better save SOME updates for later or else i'll having nothing else to write about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do hope though that some "people" (you know who you are) would be proud that i FINALLY updated my blog. Cheerios!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6772563104545533680-916190619776968926?l=deskaur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deskaur.blogspot.com/feeds/916190619776968926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6772563104545533680&amp;postID=916190619776968926' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772563104545533680/posts/default/916190619776968926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772563104545533680/posts/default/916190619776968926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deskaur.blogspot.com/2008/04/long-overdue-update.html' title='The long overdue update'/><author><name>Desiree Kaur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01617885133360445691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8xf5_z70zc4/SIbKHc8JJZI/AAAAAAAAABo/cfFo900SuUA/S220/Des1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8xf5_z70zc4/SBcfhto_AMI/AAAAAAAAABE/1g_425-t7hU/s72-c/Naza+Italia_PC.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6772563104545533680.post-6923754565078582606</id><published>2008-02-04T22:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T05:59:27.724+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one with pictures!!!</title><content type='html'>Well, i have noticed that my blog is rather boring because i lack visuals. So let me attempt to entertain with my limited collection of pictures - and hopefully tell some stories of these pictures. &lt;br /&gt;CAUTION - I am not very photogenic!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8xf5_z70zc4/R6cc4vwpBnI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3guj4GmLRY0/s1600-h/jo+wedding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8xf5_z70zc4/R6cc4vwpBnI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3guj4GmLRY0/s320/jo+wedding.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163127259022296690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Well, this picture was taken last December - ex-colleague from Weber Shandwick, Joanna Ooi got married. This picture is of all my simply wonderful friends at Weber Shandwick all of which I miss dearly! The wedding dinner was held at The Marriott Putrajaya. The whole thing was superbly planned and very well done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8xf5_z70zc4/R6cdYfwpBoI/AAAAAAAAAAc/TTlNkKIzdkU/s1600-h/Desiree.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8xf5_z70zc4/R6cdYfwpBoI/AAAAAAAAAAc/TTlNkKIzdkU/s320/Desiree.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163127804483143298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think this is real? Well i really wish it was. I was told about this Website where you could make all sorts of quirky visuals - and this particular one caught my eye. I think i did this a year ago. Got a lot of attention from a lot of people when i posted it up on friendster, facebook, MSN, Yahoo Messenger, etc. Yes, I must admit the intention of getting a tattoo is always at the back of my mind - but there is one thing that will always stop me from getting it done - my fear of needles!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8xf5_z70zc4/R6cfy_wpBpI/AAAAAAAAAAk/jQoUbAYrzTk/s1600-h/IMG_8770.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8xf5_z70zc4/R6cfy_wpBpI/AAAAAAAAAAk/jQoUbAYrzTk/s320/IMG_8770.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163130458772932242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8xf5_z70zc4/R6cgnfwpBrI/AAAAAAAAAA0/5KgDEMQGq6M/s1600-h/IMG_8774.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8xf5_z70zc4/R6cgnfwpBrI/AAAAAAAAAA0/5KgDEMQGq6M/s320/IMG_8774.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163131360716064434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These pictures were taken in my last few days at Weber. I helped organise a children's art competition for my client and i was one of the judges..hehehehe..the picture were taken while we were judging the final winners. This project was something I enjoyed immensely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i shall not overkill with the pictures today. I think that should do it for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6772563104545533680-6923754565078582606?l=deskaur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deskaur.blogspot.com/feeds/6923754565078582606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6772563104545533680&amp;postID=6923754565078582606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772563104545533680/posts/default/6923754565078582606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772563104545533680/posts/default/6923754565078582606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deskaur.blogspot.com/2008/02/one-with-pictures.html' title='The one with pictures!!!'/><author><name>Desiree Kaur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01617885133360445691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8xf5_z70zc4/SIbKHc8JJZI/AAAAAAAAABo/cfFo900SuUA/S220/Des1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8xf5_z70zc4/R6cc4vwpBnI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3guj4GmLRY0/s72-c/jo+wedding.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6772563104545533680.post-2086941601127325903</id><published>2008-01-20T16:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T17:01:12.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poor neglected blog of mine!</title><content type='html'>Once again I have neglected my blog! Well, what other excuse can I give besides work? NONE! I have to be honest. Since November, I made my exit from Weber and joined a smaller PR Agency. Work has been great. Busier than Weber but it somehow feels worth it at the end of the day. My bosses are all very approachable people and are always ready to answer my queries regardless how silly it may be.&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, my health seems to be taking a turn for the worse. Lately, those nagging headaches have been simply unbearable! Unbearable is actually an understatement. Sometimes, I cant even sleep because of the excruciating pain. And NO, i am not exaggerating it is true. Time to seek medical treatment, as its been long overdue. Will definitely make more of an effort this time around to get my head checked.&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I think i need more coffee.................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6772563104545533680-2086941601127325903?l=deskaur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deskaur.blogspot.com/feeds/2086941601127325903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6772563104545533680&amp;postID=2086941601127325903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772563104545533680/posts/default/2086941601127325903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772563104545533680/posts/default/2086941601127325903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deskaur.blogspot.com/2008/01/poor-neglected-blog-of-mine.html' title='Poor neglected blog of mine!'/><author><name>Desiree Kaur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01617885133360445691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8xf5_z70zc4/SIbKHc8JJZI/AAAAAAAAABo/cfFo900SuUA/S220/Des1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6772563104545533680.post-7353390080548988583</id><published>2007-10-17T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T01:29:25.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is precious!</title><content type='html'>About two nights ago, as I was dozing off to sleep, my phone rang. It was approximately 1 a.m. and the caller I.D. displayed my sisters name and I knew for sure it wasn't good news!&lt;br /&gt;My cousin's wife, in Kuching, passed away and the cause of it is still unknown. She experienced shortness of breath and collapsed! Two months earlier, she had delivered a lovely little baby boy. She was only 23.&lt;br /&gt;This news was extremely upsetting for my whole family. We had just attended the wedding last December and to hear this shocking news all of a sudden was an emotional blow for all of us.&lt;br /&gt;Personally, i was very disturbed and upset. It was a very sad day for me and having to get through the day at work seemed almost impossible. The sadness was rather unbearable. I felt a tiny jolt to my conscience....life is short and precious! We should appreciate every moment of it. Yes, we do say it every now and again but these sort of situations wake you up and force you the realise how very true it is. We should never take life for granted and even more so the people around us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6772563104545533680-7353390080548988583?l=deskaur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deskaur.blogspot.com/feeds/7353390080548988583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6772563104545533680&amp;postID=7353390080548988583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772563104545533680/posts/default/7353390080548988583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772563104545533680/posts/default/7353390080548988583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deskaur.blogspot.com/2007/10/life-is-precious.html' title='Life is precious!'/><author><name>Desiree Kaur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01617885133360445691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8xf5_z70zc4/SIbKHc8JJZI/AAAAAAAAABo/cfFo900SuUA/S220/Des1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6772563104545533680.post-3755034501610536103</id><published>2007-10-12T17:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T23:39:57.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepy head</title><content type='html'>It's a rainy Friday evening and I am so sleepy. The time is 5.30 and if i have a nap now I will get nagged by my father for sleeping at this hour. I am also rather bored now. Usually i'd be at work at this time of the day.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh! I wish i could just sleep until tomorrow right now :(&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6772563104545533680-3755034501610536103?l=deskaur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deskaur.blogspot.com/feeds/3755034501610536103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6772563104545533680&amp;postID=3755034501610536103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772563104545533680/posts/default/3755034501610536103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772563104545533680/posts/default/3755034501610536103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deskaur.blogspot.com/2007/10/sleepy-head.html' title='Sleepy head'/><author><name>Desiree Kaur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01617885133360445691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8xf5_z70zc4/SIbKHc8JJZI/AAAAAAAAABo/cfFo900SuUA/S220/Des1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6772563104545533680.post-8000987965196913481</id><published>2007-10-11T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T00:19:45.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays!</title><content type='html'>The holidays is here! Four work-free days at a stretch. Most people actually envy me, since they have only about 3-days off work. But i dont think much of it. Doesn't matter if I am off for 4 days or 4 weeks, the stresses of work will follow me, even the the grave God forbid i reach there sooner than later!&lt;br /&gt;So, I am "technically" off tomorrow, however i will be going into the office for some urgent stuff which HAS to be submitted. Nevertheless this is good for me. This means i get to learn new stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Time to hit the sack while I am still sleepy before it fades away and turning this into another sleepless night :)&lt;br /&gt;Nitez&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6772563104545533680-8000987965196913481?l=deskaur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deskaur.blogspot.com/feeds/8000987965196913481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6772563104545533680&amp;postID=8000987965196913481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772563104545533680/posts/default/8000987965196913481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772563104545533680/posts/default/8000987965196913481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deskaur.blogspot.com/2007/10/holidays.html' title='Holidays!'/><author><name>Desiree Kaur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01617885133360445691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8xf5_z70zc4/SIbKHc8JJZI/AAAAAAAAABo/cfFo900SuUA/S220/Des1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6772563104545533680.post-1482979510260962429</id><published>2007-10-09T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T00:33:35.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Facebook anyone?</title><content type='html'>Hmmm..staring at the screen again in the wee hours of the morning. This can't be healthy for my body, mind, soul and sanity. How much longer can I take these sleepless nights??!!&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, thank God for the Internet then. Otherwise the sanity bit would have left me ages ago. It's amazing how I used to require very little sleep but burn out faster these days.&lt;br /&gt;Facebook! The latest craze of the day! It's amazing how many working professionals are taking keen interest in it. It's like Friendster (phase 2)...well it's hard to judge. When Friendster was "the thing" at one point of time, I was in college and not having an account was the closest you get to being a criminal! So now, Facebook, is it supposed to be an adult version of Friendster - but you have all the child like features, throwing sheep and cows. Of course not forgetting the adult features too e.g. sending drinks and getting kinky / naughty. &lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm...only time will tell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6772563104545533680-1482979510260962429?l=deskaur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deskaur.blogspot.com/feeds/1482979510260962429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6772563104545533680&amp;postID=1482979510260962429' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772563104545533680/posts/default/1482979510260962429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772563104545533680/posts/default/1482979510260962429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deskaur.blogspot.com/2007/10/facebook-anyone.html' title='Facebook anyone?'/><author><name>Desiree Kaur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01617885133360445691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8xf5_z70zc4/SIbKHc8JJZI/AAAAAAAAABo/cfFo900SuUA/S220/Des1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6772563104545533680.post-4000656746425295582</id><published>2007-10-08T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T00:03:48.632+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Return of sleepless nights</title><content type='html'>Lately i have been plagued by that old but familiar symptoms of being under extreme amounts of stress. Sleepless nights...almost every day is an agony to wake up but at night, no matter how exhausted i am, sleep just doesn't come easily. To make matters worse, at this present moment i am also hungry and I need to write an activity report which is overdue! Sigh! Yeap, it's all about work today.&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, these days I am trying to take it easy on the weekends. Most of the time I try very hard not to work - and use the time to rest or chill out with buddies. I must admit that uneasiness of not checking my work e-mails daily on weekends creeps up on me every now and then, so yes, i do take a sneak peak at what's going on with dhkaur@webershandwick.com :). &lt;br /&gt;Some may say I am a workaholic but i beg to differ. Workaholics crave work, i on the other hand constantly have stuff to complete. Ok lah..sometimes I do look for work when there isn't (which is hardly the case) but that is because I am so used to having to do more than I can handle. So, as a workaholic, when you go on a holiday for example, do you face withdrawal symptoms?? Silly question, I know but what else can you expect from someone who is so exhausted that she cant sleep!!??&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to the holidays though. Which brings me back to my "Me time" on weekends. Last weekend was great! Met up with some old friends and made some new ones. Who ever said you can't have too many friends right.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, time to get back to that activity report..cheerios!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6772563104545533680-4000656746425295582?l=deskaur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deskaur.blogspot.com/feeds/4000656746425295582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6772563104545533680&amp;postID=4000656746425295582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772563104545533680/posts/default/4000656746425295582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772563104545533680/posts/default/4000656746425295582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deskaur.blogspot.com/2007/10/return-of-sleepless-nights.html' title='Return of sleepless nights'/><author><name>Desiree Kaur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01617885133360445691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8xf5_z70zc4/SIbKHc8JJZI/AAAAAAAAABo/cfFo900SuUA/S220/Des1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6772563104545533680.post-1560376022607479388</id><published>2007-09-29T19:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T19:12:40.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time flies...................</title><content type='html'>How time does fly.....My last post was in August and now, October is fast approaching. Yes, I have neglected my blog. When i was ranting and raving of how busy I was, it was nothing compared to now! Busy doesnt event describe my daily routines. The hours are crazy but somehow now I feel more motivatd to do my best. It is so exciting the Pavilion KL has opened. From the first day I joined Weber Shandwick, I began reading all about it and even telling the media what to expect when it opens. 20 September was a date which was planted into my mind since April, Pavilion KL opened to the public and it is indeed quite a place to explore. Although it keeps me busy and on my toes but it's all good and for now, I am loving it :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6772563104545533680-1560376022607479388?l=deskaur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deskaur.blogspot.com/feeds/1560376022607479388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6772563104545533680&amp;postID=1560376022607479388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772563104545533680/posts/default/1560376022607479388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772563104545533680/posts/default/1560376022607479388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deskaur.blogspot.com/2007/09/time-flies.html' title='Time flies...................'/><author><name>Desiree Kaur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01617885133360445691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8xf5_z70zc4/SIbKHc8JJZI/AAAAAAAAABo/cfFo900SuUA/S220/Des1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6772563104545533680.post-998867443318501684</id><published>2007-08-12T18:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T18:50:37.389+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What to write?</title><content type='html'>Being me, I hardly update my blog - reason being, everytime i log in, i wonder "what do i write?". I don't even know if people actually read it. I have written two lines and already I am bored! Just imagine the people reading it, how boring it would be?&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, talking about me is just not interesting enough. This has got to be the shortest blog entry...ehehehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6772563104545533680-998867443318501684?l=deskaur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deskaur.blogspot.com/feeds/998867443318501684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6772563104545533680&amp;postID=998867443318501684' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772563104545533680/posts/default/998867443318501684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772563104545533680/posts/default/998867443318501684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deskaur.blogspot.com/2007/08/what-to-write.html' title='What to write?'/><author><name>Desiree Kaur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01617885133360445691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8xf5_z70zc4/SIbKHc8JJZI/AAAAAAAAABo/cfFo900SuUA/S220/Des1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6772563104545533680.post-8332885809890536961</id><published>2007-07-15T17:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T17:51:59.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting back on track!.</title><content type='html'>Gladly I'm announcing that I had a splendid weekend - which is still not over yet.....Saturday was great! Spend the evening till night at temple for family prayers and at night, some friends dropped by -- we were singing and dancing till about 3 a.m. i think. And today, i woke up around 10.30 a.m. --went out met my dear dear friend Dave and spent some quality time with him. Brought him to Subang Parade, since he claimed he'd not been there in three years so I educated him today, that it is not a bad place and people do go there to shop!&lt;br /&gt;Then, it's Sunday evening, am just at home and planning to just relax till I go back to work tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6772563104545533680-8332885809890536961?l=deskaur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deskaur.blogspot.com/feeds/8332885809890536961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6772563104545533680&amp;postID=8332885809890536961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772563104545533680/posts/default/8332885809890536961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772563104545533680/posts/default/8332885809890536961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deskaur.blogspot.com/2007/07/getting-back-on-track.html' title='Getting back on track!.'/><author><name>Desiree Kaur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01617885133360445691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8xf5_z70zc4/SIbKHc8JJZI/AAAAAAAAABo/cfFo900SuUA/S220/Des1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6772563104545533680.post-485763200178605586</id><published>2007-07-13T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T22:18:42.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vitamins!</title><content type='html'>I've been trying to think of something nice to write in my blog instead of constantly complaining, so far nothing has come to mind. I can't seem to take my mind of the fact that i think my health is getting the better of me. Lately, i've been having dizziness and my nagging headaches are back. Was actually on MC for two days, but I went to work today. I've discovered that I am faced with low blood pressure which is causing me to feel tired all the time and also causing lack of concentration. My loss of appetite is also explained by this phenomenon. Oh well, I guess it's time to break my stubborn streak and take some supplements! It is no joke driving up and down to work feeling dizzy day in and day out. Well, I am now taking vitamins. Never thought i'd actually do this, but yea..anyways, right now i am feeling real sleepy so night night and TGIF!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6772563104545533680-485763200178605586?l=deskaur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deskaur.blogspot.com/feeds/485763200178605586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6772563104545533680&amp;postID=485763200178605586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772563104545533680/posts/default/485763200178605586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772563104545533680/posts/default/485763200178605586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deskaur.blogspot.com/2007/07/vitamins.html' title='Vitamins!'/><author><name>Desiree Kaur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01617885133360445691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8xf5_z70zc4/SIbKHc8JJZI/AAAAAAAAABo/cfFo900SuUA/S220/Des1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6772563104545533680.post-8942539064097798535</id><published>2007-07-07T11:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T12:02:08.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being special</title><content type='html'>Children are gifts; that makes all of us a special in our own way but we loose that sight of it as we grow up. The thing is, you don't even realise this fact up till adulthood kicks in and you see for yourselves how children, can be very thoughtful in their own touching way. Just the other day, my family and I were having dinner at TGIF -- a birthday celebration for my dad. As we were finishing up our meals, my 6 1/2 year old nephew turn to my mom and said, "This dinner must be really expensive, can i please help you to pay for it?" Of course the reality is this kid will go to his parents for the money but the thought; how often would a child make such remarks -- remarks that catch you by surprise further proving how special they really are.&lt;br /&gt;On more humorous note, we were discussing with the children on their ambitions and asked them what they wanted to be when their grow up. My 6 1/2 year old nephew said, "I wanna be builder, cos i want to build things." But to everyones surprise, the younger brother who is 3 1/2 when asked the same question he said, "I don't want to grow up." At such a young age, that is a very wise answer, all of us laughed but it got everyone of us thinking.&lt;br /&gt;As kids we wait in anticipation to grow up, as teens we rebel and demand to be treated as an adult and once we are adults, we wish and hope that we could get into a time machine and go back to being a kid. Yes, we want to simplify things as an adult but somehow complications become the center of our lives. As hard as we try to make things easy for everyone around us, it becomes even harder for us to cope. That is the reality. But, it is comforting to know that, once you observe a child in his/her thoughtfulness and innocence, we take a step back and realise, we are all special -- cos we were once children ourselves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6772563104545533680-8942539064097798535?l=deskaur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deskaur.blogspot.com/feeds/8942539064097798535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6772563104545533680&amp;postID=8942539064097798535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772563104545533680/posts/default/8942539064097798535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772563104545533680/posts/default/8942539064097798535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deskaur.blogspot.com/2007/07/being-special.html' title='Being special'/><author><name>Desiree Kaur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01617885133360445691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8xf5_z70zc4/SIbKHc8JJZI/AAAAAAAAABo/cfFo900SuUA/S220/Des1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6772563104545533680.post-7989619134330100347</id><published>2007-07-01T11:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T11:48:48.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Working on the weekend again!</title><content type='html'>Once again, working on the weekend. It's not that i dont like my job; it's just that tedious nature of it really wears me out -- traveling mostly, juggling family responsibilities with work, trying so hard to have social life. Of late, social life just seems out of the question. Sometimes I find myself making excuses not to go out, but staying at home can also be very annoying!! &lt;br /&gt;Oh well, is this like a rough patch in life?  Sometimes I never seem to measure up to expectations. The feeling of giving up has crossed my mind more than once. Is it wrong to have these sort of feelings? Would it be better to have a job that just pays the bills? But sometimes that too isn't enough. I want something that makes me think and push my abilities. It's extremely challenging but I am burning out and really fast! It's just a matter of time! Really...........I am not kidding this time....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6772563104545533680-7989619134330100347?l=deskaur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deskaur.blogspot.com/feeds/7989619134330100347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6772563104545533680&amp;postID=7989619134330100347' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772563104545533680/posts/default/7989619134330100347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772563104545533680/posts/default/7989619134330100347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deskaur.blogspot.com/2007/07/working-on-weekend-again.html' title='Working on the weekend again!'/><author><name>Desiree Kaur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01617885133360445691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8xf5_z70zc4/SIbKHc8JJZI/AAAAAAAAABo/cfFo900SuUA/S220/Des1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6772563104545533680.post-2265078401045689980</id><published>2007-06-23T18:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T18:32:25.977+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Need a holiday</title><content type='html'>Well, now that the news release is out my hair - for the time being of course. Somehow I feel my Saturday is slipping away all too soon. It's already pass 6 p.m. in the evening and i wish i could press stop and rewind back to Saturday morning to dwell in nothingness. Okay, i would say dwell in nothingness is really not my thing but just to go start my day once again and relax a bit and do things that does not include work. I find myself thinking of work way too often and something tells me things can't be good for my mental health. I am dying to get away for a holiday but the time is never right. If it isn't the financial constraints then it would be terrible timing. Will I ever geyt that chance to get away from everyday life? Somehow I have been telling myself i need to go away for a holiday but i dont have the opportunity. It is a choice but sometimes I just can's say no to responsibilities e.g. work &amp; family obligations.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6772563104545533680-2265078401045689980?l=deskaur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deskaur.blogspot.com/feeds/2265078401045689980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6772563104545533680&amp;postID=2265078401045689980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772563104545533680/posts/default/2265078401045689980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772563104545533680/posts/default/2265078401045689980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deskaur.blogspot.com/2007/06/need-holiday.html' title='Need a holiday'/><author><name>Desiree Kaur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01617885133360445691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8xf5_z70zc4/SIbKHc8JJZI/AAAAAAAAABo/cfFo900SuUA/S220/Des1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6772563104545533680.post-7654266231026866573</id><published>2007-06-20T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T22:29:47.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YAWN!!</title><content type='html'>Yawn, yawn, yawn!! It's 10.30 p.m. and I am home, watching CSI while i sit in front of my laptop with a cup of coffee and wondering, "How the hell do i rework this for the 5th time??!!!" Yes, as crazy as it sounds, I am re-writing a news release for the 5th time, making this draft number 6!!!! Bear in mind though all this, is still internal, it has not gone to the client yet and only God knows how many more times I need to rework it again. I would think that it is only natural for me to feel pretty much dead. I have been working since 8 a.m. this morning. All i want right now is a good nights sleep. I barely slept last night and i do feel a bit like  a walking corpse right now. Let's see, in addition to the work stress, i come home daily to more questions...sigh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6772563104545533680-7654266231026866573?l=deskaur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deskaur.blogspot.com/feeds/7654266231026866573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6772563104545533680&amp;postID=7654266231026866573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772563104545533680/posts/default/7654266231026866573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772563104545533680/posts/default/7654266231026866573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deskaur.blogspot.com/2007/06/yawn.html' title='YAWN!!'/><author><name>Desiree Kaur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01617885133360445691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8xf5_z70zc4/SIbKHc8JJZI/AAAAAAAAABo/cfFo900SuUA/S220/Des1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6772563104545533680.post-8519472862229841176</id><published>2007-06-17T12:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T12:57:22.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I a budding workaholic?</title><content type='html'>Of late, time has been flying and i mean this literally. The week begins on Mondays and the next thing i know, it's Friday and the working class are rejoicing with thoughts of TGIF. But the worst part of it all is that although the weekdays race pass you like the fastest horse on a race track but the weekends go by at lightning speed!&lt;br /&gt;Do we really live for the weekends? I'd say yes &amp; no - i am not being a lalang, but that is the fact.&lt;br /&gt;Some of us live for the weekends because we enjoy taking a time out away from the computer screen and catching up with friends, family, or simply lazing around in nothingness. On  the other hand, there are those who work 7-days a week, and weekends don't really matter to them because work comes first. The question is, which category do i come under? My answer would be, none of the above because i am creating a third category! I would be one of those who works 5-days a week, and on weekends, i still find myself working from home - but not all day! My leisure time is very important to me, otherwise, i would not live through the 5-days of pressure filled work. &lt;br /&gt;My friend keeps telling me that i am a workaholic. However, I do not think i am. To me workaholics, crave working all the time, and trust me, i do not crave for this. For me it's more of a sense of responsibility knowing that my accountability of tasks requires me to put in extra hours at times it eats into my weekends as well. Yes i do have choice, just like everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;Despite having to work this weekend, i did manage to catch Fantastic Four on Saturday night, met up with friends on Friday and Saturday night. Today is Father's Day! My sister and I have planned to take my dad out for dinner, with the whole family. So this is me, juggling my time! I am exhausted though i must admit, but at the same time, i cannot sit down and do nothing all day. It drives me insane. So now, i would admit that I am a budding workaholic, but whether i am one already, really depends on how it is defined!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6772563104545533680-8519472862229841176?l=deskaur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deskaur.blogspot.com/feeds/8519472862229841176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6772563104545533680&amp;postID=8519472862229841176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772563104545533680/posts/default/8519472862229841176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772563104545533680/posts/default/8519472862229841176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deskaur.blogspot.com/2007/06/am-i-budding-workaholic.html' title='Am I a budding workaholic?'/><author><name>Desiree Kaur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01617885133360445691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8xf5_z70zc4/SIbKHc8JJZI/AAAAAAAAABo/cfFo900SuUA/S220/Des1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6772563104545533680.post-2237426416905727891</id><published>2007-06-13T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T21:09:36.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kindred Spirits!</title><content type='html'>Recently I was told to update my blog by the only person whom i believe actually takes the time to read it. Thanks sweetie! You're the best..you know who you are! Let me tell you a bit about her. Besides my family, she has known me for the longest time. We have known each other since we were both 2-years old. Though we hated each other (ok hate is a strong word, let's just put it as mutual dislike or irritation). We went to the same kindie, primary school and secondary school and we hardly got along back in those days. Towards the end of secondary though, we were civil to each other, close but not tight, but I am glad to say that, she is one of the best friends I have to date. She is the type of person you can depend on for an honest opinion. Never afraid to speak her mind, expect nothing but blatant obvious statements from her when you least expect it. Some may find this odd, peculiar or down right rude, BUT i think this shows her level of sincerity. "No frills!" would be her tagline if i could give her one. I appreciate this kind of honesty. In times of need, she never fails to come through for those whom are truly close to her. It ain't easy getting into her good books, once you are in, stay there and don't be stupid to ever try and get out. Seet @ Cathryn, my oldest and closest friend who will always remain dear to me. I have very few CLOSE friends..or should i call them Kindred Spirits (ala Anne of Green Gables). This blog entry I dedicate to the only fan of my blog! (or the only person who reads it).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6772563104545533680-2237426416905727891?l=deskaur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deskaur.blogspot.com/feeds/2237426416905727891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6772563104545533680&amp;postID=2237426416905727891' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772563104545533680/posts/default/2237426416905727891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772563104545533680/posts/default/2237426416905727891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deskaur.blogspot.com/2007/06/kindred-spirits.html' title='Kindred Spirits!'/><author><name>Desiree Kaur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01617885133360445691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8xf5_z70zc4/SIbKHc8JJZI/AAAAAAAAABo/cfFo900SuUA/S220/Des1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6772563104545533680.post-7701297667970192982</id><published>2007-05-01T15:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T23:47:44.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekends and Public Holidays</title><content type='html'>The weekend is gone all too soon, but anything that is more than one day in a week off work is very much appreciated. It's a Tuesday and it's a public holiday, today and tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;The weekend was good - but i did get a bit disorientated. On Saturday night as I was driving home at 1 a.m., it was dreading going to work the next day - I forgot for a bit that I now work 5-days a week. But it's all good then! I guess after you know what it is like to genuinely not have your weekends you appreciate it more. Typical human behavior. We only know something is amiss when its not there.&lt;br /&gt;But I am working tomorrow though..in the evening..it's going to be busy the next few days then its the weekend again..alleluia!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6772563104545533680-7701297667970192982?l=deskaur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deskaur.blogspot.com/feeds/7701297667970192982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6772563104545533680&amp;postID=7701297667970192982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772563104545533680/posts/default/7701297667970192982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772563104545533680/posts/default/7701297667970192982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deskaur.blogspot.com/2007/05/weekends-and-public-holidays.html' title='Weekends and Public Holidays'/><author><name>Desiree Kaur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01617885133360445691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8xf5_z70zc4/SIbKHc8JJZI/AAAAAAAAABo/cfFo900SuUA/S220/Des1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6772563104545533680.post-3635936110753963070</id><published>2007-04-28T15:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T15:15:26.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How to make it in this rat race?</title><content type='html'>Living in such a fast paced world as we are in today, it makes one wonder at times “what is a normal life?” If we were all psychic, I bet that we would be able to see bubbles popping out of random peoples heads as if in cartoons and each bubble would be complaining about their lives. “I hate my job” “I want to lead a normal life” “When will it get better” &lt;br /&gt;People on the street are not going to admit it of course but it’s a fact. Almost every average person out there is unhappy with their lives. I do not pretend to be perfect of course, I too wish to lead a “normal” life, but what is the meaning of “normal”. What constitutes a “normal” life? Does it mean working a desk job from 9 a.m. to 5 p.m., leaving the office on time daily, going home, spending time with the family, watching television and going to bed by 11 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;In reality, that would be picture perfect – 9 to 5 jobs almost don’t exist anymore, even if it does, it would mean no room for career growth. You’d probably sit at that same desk for 20 years; the only difference would be your physical appearance, age, marital status maybe but not your job title. &lt;br /&gt;It is indeed a rat race we are faced with, day after day, year after year. More and more competition is arising from different fields of work. You need to have the “x” factor that every employee is looking for. Scoring straight A’s and being on the Dean’s list is no longer the “x” factor. It is the ability to be a balanced individual. Being an “A” Star student and also having a social life. &lt;br /&gt;Being a former student myself, I used to think that scoring all the A’s in the world would be appealing to a perspective employer. As a student, we also feel that college or university prepares us for the working world – wrong again! Education gives us the basics, the theories and the building blocks. At the end ofhe the day, it is up to us to use it all to our advantage. No two people are alike therefore each persons building blocks would differ from the next person. Therefore, it us up to the individual to make the best out of his / her basics in order to make it in the real world.&lt;br /&gt;The real world here meaning where one needs to put in effort to to be noticed. Effort meaning actual hard work in which certain sacrifices need to be made. Learning is a never ending process. We should never be shy or intimidates to ask when unsure, because pretending to know something only leaves you on the loosing end.&lt;br /&gt;Usually, working with the best pushes you to the next level. Yes, it does make you feel challenged that you are not measuring up, but how else to "make it" if you do not have a motivating factor that forces you to take that leap and put in the extra effort to make it.&lt;br /&gt;So, how do we make it in this rat race? I do not have the answer, obviously. But, for now I am content with making the best of all opportunities at hand to get ahead of the race.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6772563104545533680-3635936110753963070?l=deskaur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deskaur.blogspot.com/feeds/3635936110753963070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6772563104545533680&amp;postID=3635936110753963070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772563104545533680/posts/default/3635936110753963070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772563104545533680/posts/default/3635936110753963070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deskaur.blogspot.com/2007/04/how-to-make-it-in-this-rat-race.html' title='How to make it in this rat race?'/><author><name>Desiree Kaur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01617885133360445691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8xf5_z70zc4/SIbKHc8JJZI/AAAAAAAAABo/cfFo900SuUA/S220/Des1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6772563104545533680.post-8458497738943198939</id><published>2007-04-26T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T22:35:25.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PR is not all about "parties" or "events"</title><content type='html'>Once again I emphasize how fantastic it is to be HOME! It's a public holiday today and I did absolutely nothing all day! The change seems to be doing me a lot of good. Nevertheless, work is extremely challenging. I do feel the pressure pretty often these days and I hope soon I will be able to meet expectations and later on, exceed it. &lt;br /&gt;Most people seems to misunderstand the concept of Public Relations. It isn't "organising parties" or "events" as some people would think. It's a lot more than that. Not only do you need a creative mind, but a flair for writing is necessary as well. There are times when you need to jive it tecnicalities of a certain concept into a news piece which will catch the attention of a news editor. You need to dazzle the client with brand new ideas of giving the company its share of voice in the media. That is just one part of it.&lt;br /&gt;I find all this really fascinating. It's like I need to push my thoughts all the time. Sometimes, I tend to think overtime of things that don't matter (or not as important) but at work, thinking overtime, I would say is good. Because, when you are presenting an idea to a client, how do you ensure that it is fool proof? By thinking in every angle of course.&lt;br /&gt;So, in the mean time, I am still playing catch-up with my other colleagues but I am determined to make it in the industry.&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6772563104545533680-8458497738943198939?l=deskaur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deskaur.blogspot.com/feeds/8458497738943198939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6772563104545533680&amp;postID=8458497738943198939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772563104545533680/posts/default/8458497738943198939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772563104545533680/posts/default/8458497738943198939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deskaur.blogspot.com/2007/04/pr-is-not-all-about-parties-or-events.html' title='PR is not all about &quot;parties&quot; or &quot;events&quot;'/><author><name>Desiree Kaur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01617885133360445691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8xf5_z70zc4/SIbKHc8JJZI/AAAAAAAAABo/cfFo900SuUA/S220/Des1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6772563104545533680.post-2004386931172892932</id><published>2007-04-25T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T23:17:31.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No longer lifeless</title><content type='html'>My last post dated 2nd April had me whining about how tired I was at Genting. What with the sleepless nights and eating problems, who wouldnt whine after being on their feet all day. Well, it's been almost three weeks since then, and so much has happened!&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I am no longer Gentings! Somehow I think my true calling lies in the Public Relations line. Last Monday, I started a brand spanking new job at Weber Shandwick, a PR firm in Jalan Sultan Ismail. So far it has been 1 1/2 weeks, and it feels good to be back in KL and into the PR scene once again. I must admit, my pick-up at work is not up to speed yet, but i am working on it.&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, those ghastly dark circles from under my eyes are gradually fading! Which also means I hardly have trouble sleeping at night these days..I dont take hours to go to sleep anymore..awesome i tell u!&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I am glad to be HOME! Although life isn't peachy, with the traveling to work and all, but nothing is perfect. We loose some and gain some...&lt;br /&gt;However, I do miss my pals up at Gentings! Very much indeed...sigh! Without them I wouldn't have survived. They are really fantastic people who can really make you laugh. So yea, that is the loosing bit...nevertheless friendship never ends..&lt;br /&gt;I am also no longer lifeless as I work 5 days a week like a proper human being - and i get weekends to myself :) Things are looking up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6772563104545533680-2004386931172892932?l=deskaur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deskaur.blogspot.com/feeds/2004386931172892932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6772563104545533680&amp;postID=2004386931172892932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772563104545533680/posts/default/2004386931172892932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772563104545533680/posts/default/2004386931172892932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deskaur.blogspot.com/2007/04/no-longer-lifeless.html' title='No longer lifeless'/><author><name>Desiree Kaur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01617885133360445691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8xf5_z70zc4/SIbKHc8JJZI/AAAAAAAAABo/cfFo900SuUA/S220/Des1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6772563104545533680.post-6697050604924905501</id><published>2007-04-02T01:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T01:29:28.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exhausted!</title><content type='html'>I am an insanely exhausted person right now! It's precisely 1.24 a.m. and I am still not asleep, and am actually typing a blog entry. I've been on my feet since 6 p.m. so just imagine how I feel right now! As if i am about to fall to pieces at any given time..sigh! Reason being, I was helping out as an usherer for VIPs at the Zee Cine Awards, held today. No i did not meet any celebrities - did catch a glimpse of a few of them though. My parents are at the celebration party right now with all the celeb's. Sigh! Well they deserve it - they got complimentary tickets.&lt;br /&gt;Anways before i begin blabbing nonsense - I am signing off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6772563104545533680-6697050604924905501?l=deskaur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deskaur.blogspot.com/feeds/6697050604924905501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6772563104545533680&amp;postID=6697050604924905501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772563104545533680/posts/default/6697050604924905501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772563104545533680/posts/default/6697050604924905501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deskaur.blogspot.com/2007/04/exhausted.html' title='Exhausted!'/><author><name>Desiree Kaur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01617885133360445691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8xf5_z70zc4/SIbKHc8JJZI/AAAAAAAAABo/cfFo900SuUA/S220/Des1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6772563104545533680.post-1371231487728243149</id><published>2007-03-24T10:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T11:03:47.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Attack of the sinuses</title><content type='html'>As usual, the change in weather between KL and Gentings has gotten to me! This time around it didn't involve me sleeping for 14 hours - I didn't have the time for that. I had a severe attack of sinusitis this week. My nose was blocked! And my only source of oxygen was by breathing through my mouth. This happened on Monday night, and Tuesday morning, I got call from a fellow HR Colleague, requesting for me to Emcee a function on Wednesday!!! So my next action was to seek advice of the doctor on my condition. I told the doctor that I use my regular nasal spray and that I need something stronger so I can Emcee the function on the next day. His response was,"anything stronger than this I would need to put you on steroids!" To which my response was, "No thank you." Fortunately, another fellow HR Colleague kindly stepped on my behalf as Emcee for the function on Wednesday night.&lt;br /&gt;It's Saturday and I am just counting down the minutes till I can go back. My sinuses are a bit better, but usually get's worse at night. It's getting better...but very slowly. It's amazing how things tend to move so slowly up here at times...sigh!&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I live for the weekends. Everyone else has already begun their weekend, but mine starts after lunch today!&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6772563104545533680-1371231487728243149?l=deskaur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deskaur.blogspot.com/feeds/1371231487728243149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6772563104545533680&amp;postID=1371231487728243149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772563104545533680/posts/default/1371231487728243149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772563104545533680/posts/default/1371231487728243149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deskaur.blogspot.com/2007/03/attack-of-sinuses.html' title='Attack of the sinuses'/><author><name>Desiree Kaur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01617885133360445691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8xf5_z70zc4/SIbKHc8JJZI/AAAAAAAAABo/cfFo900SuUA/S220/Des1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6772563104545533680.post-6707962308965139095</id><published>2007-03-17T13:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T13:50:17.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bittersweet memories</title><content type='html'>Lately, my new hangout spot has become Starbucks, just outside Taylors College in SS15 Subang. Somehow, old memories creep back into my mind - both the good and bad. How i miss those days. It seems like only yesterday, this small town Seremban girl ventured to study in a college far away (it seemed far then) from home. Living away from my parents for the first time....hahahaha..what an experience. The bittersweet feelings and memories creep up on me ever so often that it gets me thinking - "if i could i have done something different then, what would i have done or not done?" Amazingly, my answer to that is absolutely NOTHING!! Everything that has happened, the good, bad &amp;amp; the ugly has made me who I am today, and hey, what's so wrong with me today, right? I think I am pretty alright for now. At the same time I am looking forward to what the future has in store for me..because, everything happens for a reason!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6772563104545533680-6707962308965139095?l=deskaur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deskaur.blogspot.com/feeds/6707962308965139095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6772563104545533680&amp;postID=6707962308965139095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772563104545533680/posts/default/6707962308965139095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772563104545533680/posts/default/6707962308965139095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deskaur.blogspot.com/2007/03/bittersweet-memories.html' title='Bittersweet memories'/><author><name>Desiree Kaur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01617885133360445691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8xf5_z70zc4/SIbKHc8JJZI/AAAAAAAAABo/cfFo900SuUA/S220/Des1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6772563104545533680.post-4139104832605101715</id><published>2007-03-13T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T10:54:53.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The power of thoughts</title><content type='html'>Thoughts! Very powerful I would say. Has the ability to help you make decisions and also keep from sleeping at night. Too often I allow it to take over my life. Letting it get the better of me. Confusion sets in just after that, then it makes you fickled at the same tine.&lt;br /&gt;Lately I've been plagued by "what if's?" What if I didnt take this job? How much different life would have been. But then at the end of the day, i realised dwelling on stuff like this is a complete waste of time. Why sit and feel sorry for yourself when you can actually do something to make things better.&lt;br /&gt;For example, for the pass few weeks, I have just been plain frustrated at work because things seem to be stagnant. At first, I procrastinated, and then realised, by doing so, delays are just getting more and more. So, I chose to do something - find alternatives, dig deeper and deeper until I reach a brick wall where I can't go further. As a result of that, things are moving, slowly but surely. Although progress is slow, but at least there is some progress.&lt;br /&gt;At times you just need to be thick-skinend and act stupid. Ask why until you understand. I realised that pretending to understand something only leaves youself on the loosing. So, I don't care if people think I am silly or slow, but if i need to understand something in order to get the job done, I don't mind being the stupid one for 5 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;So thinking too much isn't as bad as many people think. Look where my thoughts have led me......from negative to positive. But of course, never get carried away with it, then you'll just go insane....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6772563104545533680-4139104832605101715?l=deskaur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deskaur.blogspot.com/feeds/4139104832605101715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6772563104545533680&amp;postID=4139104832605101715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772563104545533680/posts/default/4139104832605101715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772563104545533680/posts/default/4139104832605101715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deskaur.blogspot.com/2007/03/power-of-thoughts.html' title='The power of thoughts'/><author><name>Desiree Kaur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01617885133360445691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8xf5_z70zc4/SIbKHc8JJZI/AAAAAAAAABo/cfFo900SuUA/S220/Des1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6772563104545533680.post-262519391676888974</id><published>2007-03-06T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T12:49:02.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Little Mishap</title><content type='html'>Last weekend was like no other weekend i've had. My usual Monday morning which was usually just wake up at 5 a.m. and drive all the way back to Genting was somehow interupted. I left my house on schedule, 6.10 a.m. and I was on my way. I thought I would take my time this time around so I was going about 70km p/h. Suddenly, just about 3 kilometres out of my exit on the Kesas, my bonnet flipped open and hit my screen!!! (&lt;em&gt;the screen did not shatter&lt;/em&gt;) I was in the middle lane, and amazingly, my first reflex was to SLOWLY step on my brakes while looking in the rear view mirror for cars behind me, then I used my side mirrors, to slowly pull over at the side. My next step was to take out my phone and call someone, and I called the only person whom I knew to be awake at that hour. After I made the call, I was a bit shaken up, so instead of getting down on drivers side, I jumped over into the passengers seat and sat down for about 3 minutes before getting out of my car. My bonnet was plastered to my wind screen and I couldn't put it down, as it was dented. So I went back inside the car, and waited. While waiting, one of those Road Safety vans pulled up behind me, and three guys got down and asked me if I needed help. Then I explained to them what happened. The three of them assisted me, by helping put the bonnet down and closing it. It looked really badly dented, then once their work was done, they left. Of course I didnt call my parent immediately, they would have gotten a shock! So I slowly drove back home and pulled out outside my house. My dad came out, so did my mom looking very worried. Then I explained to them what happened. We made plans about where to send the car, and at the same time I informed my office that I had to take emergency leave. The damage: well i had to replace the bonnet with a new one as it was badly dented.&lt;br /&gt;By the grace of God, worse did not happen. I am just glad that I did not crash into anything. I thank my lucky stars and all the angels watching out for me yesterday morning!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6772563104545533680-262519391676888974?l=deskaur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deskaur.blogspot.com/feeds/262519391676888974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6772563104545533680&amp;postID=262519391676888974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772563104545533680/posts/default/262519391676888974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772563104545533680/posts/default/262519391676888974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deskaur.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-little-mishap.html' title='My Little Mishap'/><author><name>Desiree Kaur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01617885133360445691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8xf5_z70zc4/SIbKHc8JJZI/AAAAAAAAABo/cfFo900SuUA/S220/Des1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6772563104545533680.post-2422449098711733674</id><published>2007-03-03T09:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T09:43:22.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ TGIS ~</title><content type='html'>People normally for with TGIF, but for me that isn't the case. "Thank God It's Saturday". Wow! What a week I would say! But then again, I say this every week. I'll admit that I am getting used to the chaos, crisis', worload, and the long hours - pathetic i know but certain things cannot be helped.&lt;br /&gt;Work today should be pretty routine - actually come to think of it I don't really have a schedule. I just do my work when I get it till the time I leave - it's a just matter of which one I do first, mostly based on priority and importance.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I talk way too much about work. Hopefully I get to leave early today. If I could leave now, I would. Sigh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6772563104545533680-2422449098711733674?l=deskaur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deskaur.blogspot.com/feeds/2422449098711733674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6772563104545533680&amp;postID=2422449098711733674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772563104545533680/posts/default/2422449098711733674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772563104545533680/posts/default/2422449098711733674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deskaur.blogspot.com/2007/03/tgis.html' title='~ TGIS ~'/><author><name>Desiree Kaur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01617885133360445691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8xf5_z70zc4/SIbKHc8JJZI/AAAAAAAAABo/cfFo900SuUA/S220/Des1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6772563104545533680.post-2235056394471512412</id><published>2007-03-02T09:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T09:14:29.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Irritability on the rise</title><content type='html'>What is it about life, that when things happens, it all comes along at the same time? Too many things are going that I feel pulled in a million different directions at the same time. Well, alright that was a bit of an exaggeration, its not a million per say but its quite a few. I am not just talking about work - which is enough to kill right now, but also other things in my life at the present moment. The good things is, this keeps me going! I am fully occupied most of the time with constructive things to do and not just drown myself in nothingness and self-pity. Pro's and con's in everything in life. Yet, there is still something amiss - there is an emptiness which I think is quite related to where I live right now. Something tells me that Genting is getting to me, as in the place is starting to get me down. My irritability has increased of late, and I do not hesitate to make it known to people around me. It's really not a good sign as I am letting my emotions get the better of me. This weekend looks quite promising and there are things to be done, important things that need to be finished this weekend. I am looking forward to it and hopefully, when I get back on Monday, the emptiness would be filled with something more important to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6772563104545533680-2235056394471512412?l=deskaur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deskaur.blogspot.com/feeds/2235056394471512412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6772563104545533680&amp;postID=2235056394471512412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772563104545533680/posts/default/2235056394471512412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772563104545533680/posts/default/2235056394471512412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deskaur.blogspot.com/2007/03/irritability-on-rise.html' title='Irritability on the rise'/><author><name>Desiree Kaur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01617885133360445691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8xf5_z70zc4/SIbKHc8JJZI/AAAAAAAAABo/cfFo900SuUA/S220/Des1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6772563104545533680.post-4496328934163703994</id><published>2007-02-22T18:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T18:59:44.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from Holidays!</title><content type='html'>Happy Chinese New Year to all! The holidays for CNY was superb. Three&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; glorious&lt;/span&gt; days off from work. My time was spent looking after two houses - mine &amp;amp; my sisters as everyone was away for the holidays. Besides that, this was an excellent time for me to catch up with friends I haven't seen in ages. I had a blast! My time was really occupied actually, barely had time to sit and do nothing - which is good, because when you sit and do nothing you get lazy then its torture coming back work when whole system has gone into &lt;em&gt;"lazy mode".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work started yesterday, Wednesday morning with my long drive at 6 a.m. from Kota Kemuning to Genting Highlands. It's pretty packed up here because this is our &lt;em&gt;super peak season&lt;/em&gt;. For the pass two days I have been helping out the Genting Hotel Front Office with their daily operations. It's quite and experience actually - I get to experience what its like being in the operations side of things.&lt;br /&gt;My brain is winding down for the day so this is my que to go sleep! Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6772563104545533680-4496328934163703994?l=deskaur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deskaur.blogspot.com/feeds/4496328934163703994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6772563104545533680&amp;postID=4496328934163703994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772563104545533680/posts/default/4496328934163703994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772563104545533680/posts/default/4496328934163703994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deskaur.blogspot.com/2007/02/back-from-holidays.html' title='Back from Holidays!'/><author><name>Desiree Kaur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01617885133360445691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8xf5_z70zc4/SIbKHc8JJZI/AAAAAAAAABo/cfFo900SuUA/S220/Des1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6772563104545533680.post-4476493351384115881</id><published>2007-02-14T12:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T12:17:58.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Under the weather again??!!</title><content type='html'>There is no other way of saying this, "I fell sick, again!!!" Last Sunday, I went out in the morning to do some work, and when I got back, I was starving and tired. So I had a bite to eat and since my eyes could hardly open, I went and took a short nap. Nap turned into me feeling so so so cold and not being able to get up from the bed. I was burning with fever! My sister had to hold my hand all the way to the clinic to prevent me from falling. Even the doctor looked worried..hehehe..he asked me, "How many days MC do you want?" So I took two days off to rest and get better. It was the wierdest thing ever. I ONLY had fever, no flu, sneezing or cough. My guess is the change in weather. Extreme cold up here and extreme heat down there. Sigh! Today is Wednesday and I only have a few days to go to the weekend. BUT with loads to catching up to do....sigh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6772563104545533680-4476493351384115881?l=deskaur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deskaur.blogspot.com/feeds/4476493351384115881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6772563104545533680&amp;postID=4476493351384115881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772563104545533680/posts/default/4476493351384115881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772563104545533680/posts/default/4476493351384115881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deskaur.blogspot.com/2007/02/under-weather-again.html' title='Under the weather again??!!'/><author><name>Desiree Kaur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01617885133360445691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8xf5_z70zc4/SIbKHc8JJZI/AAAAAAAAABo/cfFo900SuUA/S220/Des1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6772563104545533680.post-4723838237123258628</id><published>2007-02-09T18:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T12:08:22.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When will the dust settle?</title><content type='html'>It's been a pretty rough week at work. One of my immediate colleagues resigned, therefore work has piled up. I have been put in charge of the new staff orientation which is conducted on a weekly basis. What can I say? In addition to that, my newsletter deadline, is this week. BUT, as usual delays happen and after being so stressed out about it for the pass week, I found out today that it has to be delayed. I don't know if this is good or bad news, should i be relieved or frustrated? Sigh! why does it happen in such a way that when you think something is coming to an end, you are WRONG?&lt;br /&gt;I'm exhausted right now. My feet &amp; head hurt. I'm sleepy, hungry and cranky :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6772563104545533680-4723838237123258628?l=deskaur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deskaur.blogspot.com/feeds/4723838237123258628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6772563104545533680&amp;postID=4723838237123258628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772563104545533680/posts/default/4723838237123258628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772563104545533680/posts/default/4723838237123258628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deskaur.blogspot.com/2007/02/when-will-dust-settle.html' title='When will the dust settle?'/><author><name>Desiree Kaur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01617885133360445691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8xf5_z70zc4/SIbKHc8JJZI/AAAAAAAAABo/cfFo900SuUA/S220/Des1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6772563104545533680.post-6055341732743042644</id><published>2007-02-02T13:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T13:48:07.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How time flies</title><content type='html'>It's very interesting that things happen a lot faster than it used to. I recall, as a child, that time seemed to come to a stand still at times. It used to take almost an eternity for a day to pass me by. However, as I got older, everything changed! Time started racing pass me faster and faster. Maybe, I couldn't wait to grow up, and now that I'm all grown up, I wish things could be as simple as it was when i was a child. Funny how humans are never satisfied. We are always seeing grass greener on the other side, but do we take ourselves out of our own box and look at things from a different perspective? Hmmmm..this is way too heavy for a blog.&lt;br /&gt;So, back to reality! For past two days, I was attending training on presentation skills. It was quite good and I rather enjoyed it. Today, finally back to office with work to do, as usual but after being away for two days, I have to play catch up. However, I did come into the office last night just to check on the damage in my absense.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is my favorite day to the week, Saturday! Kota Kemuning, here I come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6772563104545533680-6055341732743042644?l=deskaur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deskaur.blogspot.com/feeds/6055341732743042644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6772563104545533680&amp;postID=6055341732743042644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772563104545533680/posts/default/6055341732743042644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772563104545533680/posts/default/6055341732743042644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deskaur.blogspot.com/2007/02/how-time-flies.html' title='How time flies'/><author><name>Desiree Kaur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01617885133360445691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8xf5_z70zc4/SIbKHc8JJZI/AAAAAAAAABo/cfFo900SuUA/S220/Des1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6772563104545533680.post-8507982401855249354</id><published>2007-01-30T14:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T17:46:41.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drooping eye lids</title><content type='html'>Sleep! Something that's essential in life to avoid drooping eyelids at work. Hmmm, okay maybe it's a bit of an exaggeration, my eyelids aren't drooping, am just really sleepy. After work I hope to go back to my room and cathc some zzzzzzzzzzz's. Someone actually asked me if I was alright just now, because according to her my eyes look swollen!! *yawn*&lt;br /&gt;In my previous blog, I mentioned going for the Boys II Men Concert, but something I didn't add was where I got the tickets from. Thanks to Ling a.k.a. Hantuling we managed to watch the show. Thanks Hantuling!!!! (Ling is one of my Genting pals, for the benefit of my friends who don't know).&lt;br /&gt;Thinking can be exhausting! I admit, I do too much of it at times which is why I look and feel tired more often these days. It's difficult to explain, but it's like a reflex these days. Something happens, then I tend to ponder, wonder and get caught up in "what if's?" Very very bad for the mental health and as it turns out, has been causing me a lot stress lately. Most people would advice me to "take things easy", sure, does a problem come with a quick fix solution? Well of course it doesn't, that's why we need to think and figure it out but maybe, my flaw is taking that thinking of mine few steps too far.&lt;br /&gt;In light of that, I shall try to take things easy from now onwards (darn it, everything is easier said than done). This means I shall work on cutting down on my late nights and a bit more ALONE time....Wish me luck with this!&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6772563104545533680-8507982401855249354?l=deskaur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deskaur.blogspot.com/feeds/8507982401855249354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6772563104545533680&amp;postID=8507982401855249354' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772563104545533680/posts/default/8507982401855249354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772563104545533680/posts/default/8507982401855249354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deskaur.blogspot.com/2007/01/dropping-eye-lids.html' title='Drooping eye lids'/><author><name>Desiree Kaur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01617885133360445691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8xf5_z70zc4/SIbKHc8JJZI/AAAAAAAAABo/cfFo900SuUA/S220/Des1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6772563104545533680.post-7841700637953701675</id><published>2007-01-29T12:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T09:53:01.017+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekends are too short!</title><content type='html'>Saturday was tiring but worth it in the end! I left Genting at around 10 a.m. to go look for my printer in Kajang. Basically i did a lot of driving on Saturday. Morning drove from Genting to Kajang. From Kajang, drove to Subang, spent a few hours there, from Subang to USJ and from there back to my house in Kota Kemuning. Reached home around 3 / 4 plus if i remember correctly. Around 6.30 i went out again to catch up with friends. By the time i reached home was midnight, phew! I was dead tired as the night before I had gone for the Boys II Men concert (which was good, forgot to add that earlier). Nevertheless, it was all worth it in the end. :)&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was fantastic because I did absolutely NOTHING all day! Watched TV from the time i woke up till i went to sleep at night. This was because I wasn't feeling well too. My sinuses acted up on me, but resting did me some good and i feel a lot better today.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, where has the weekend gone?? It flew by too fast. Counting down the days to my next weekend..sigh! I so do need a break.&lt;br /&gt;A friend of mine from Genting (who actually read my blog the other day) asked me, how come I never mentioned them in my blog. So here it goes! They have re-Christened me and given me another name (in addition to all the other names I already have), which is Desper - credited to Casper but with a D E S in front because they all call me Des up here. Why? Because I am colourless and pale most of the time. So, in addition to people calling me Desiree, Dee, Des, Desire (which i absolutely hate), and my home pet name (those who know it, good for you, those who don't, well tough luck!), I now have an additional name. Well one more to the list wont hurt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6772563104545533680-7841700637953701675?l=deskaur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deskaur.blogspot.com/feeds/7841700637953701675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6772563104545533680&amp;postID=7841700637953701675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772563104545533680/posts/default/7841700637953701675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772563104545533680/posts/default/7841700637953701675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deskaur.blogspot.com/2007/01/weekends-are-too-short.html' title='Weekends are too short!'/><author><name>Desiree Kaur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01617885133360445691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8xf5_z70zc4/SIbKHc8JJZI/AAAAAAAAABo/cfFo900SuUA/S220/Des1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6772563104545533680.post-364513359668737440</id><published>2007-01-26T16:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T16:50:46.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TGIF</title><content type='html'>Woo hoo! It's Friday! Tonight I will be attending the Boys II Men concert at Arena of Stars, Genting. This is my first time going for a show up here. Finally kind of met my printing deadline for my newsletter too, but it also means that I am going to send the soft copy, by myself to the printer tomorrow. This also means that I get to leave Genting in the morning :) Things are looking up for the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;As for my sickness, the healing process is real slow. Maybe i shall visit the doctor again tomorrow if it isn't better.....get stronger medication or something.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmmmmmm..what else? Oh yea, I was reading my friends blog yesterday on her "wishlist of things she's always wanted to do" and it occured to me that I too have such a list, but never actually wrote it down. So off the top of my head, some stuff that I have always wanted to do are:&lt;br /&gt;1. Go to Nothern India - I have heard such nice things about Northern India, in particular the state of Punjab. It would be nice to see where my roots originate.&lt;br /&gt;2. Become a music scholar - To actually study music. Growing up, I used to have piano lessons every week and unfortunately never finished my Grade 8 (which is one more thing I must must do). It would be nice to study music, its origin, how it's evolved, etc.&lt;br /&gt;3. Learn to cook - My mother is such a marvelous cook and I must pick up that skill from her if only she'd let me once in awhile. Something for me to work on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't really think of much more right now. Maybe in future postings I shall continue my "wishlist". Till next time, adios!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6772563104545533680-364513359668737440?l=deskaur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deskaur.blogspot.com/feeds/364513359668737440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6772563104545533680&amp;postID=364513359668737440' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772563104545533680/posts/default/364513359668737440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772563104545533680/posts/default/364513359668737440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deskaur.blogspot.com/2007/01/tgif.html' title='TGIF'/><author><name>Desiree Kaur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01617885133360445691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8xf5_z70zc4/SIbKHc8JJZI/AAAAAAAAABo/cfFo900SuUA/S220/Des1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6772563104545533680.post-4823972864456153807</id><published>2007-01-25T17:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T17:17:59.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rough edges everywhere</title><content type='html'>It's been awhile since I last wrote in here. I wasn't well, AGAIN! Had fever, cough, sore throat, the entire works but this time, it didn't involve me sleeping for 14 hours because I actually went to see a doctor this time. I am still recuperating, haven't got my voice back entirely. One thing I have noticed, when I fall sick up here, it takes much longer for me to recover. The weather really doesn't suit me.&lt;br /&gt;Besides that, things have been a little rough on me lately. Not only with me being sick but also work, etc. Hope things brigthen up real soon!&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6772563104545533680-4823972864456153807?l=deskaur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deskaur.blogspot.com/feeds/4823972864456153807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6772563104545533680&amp;postID=4823972864456153807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772563104545533680/posts/default/4823972864456153807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772563104545533680/posts/default/4823972864456153807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deskaur.blogspot.com/2007/01/rough-edges-everywhere.html' title='Rough edges everywhere'/><author><name>Desiree Kaur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01617885133360445691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8xf5_z70zc4/SIbKHc8JJZI/AAAAAAAAABo/cfFo900SuUA/S220/Des1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6772563104545533680.post-2871488478699733865</id><published>2007-01-13T09:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T10:03:09.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The end of my week - finally!!</title><content type='html'>Unlike most working people, I officially work 6 days a week, sometimes 7 depending on the amount of work I have to complete within a specific time frame. My main job function is my company employee newsletter, which is published twice in a month. It's rather hectic and challenging, which is why at times, i do not take my off-days and just carry it forward to the following week. How it works up here at Gentings is you have an option of taking your off-days weekly &lt;em&gt;(meaning, you get one day of in a week) &lt;/em&gt;or monthly &lt;em&gt;(you work 24 days at a stretch and take 4 days off in a row)&lt;/em&gt;. My option was of course weekly, and i chose Sunday's to be my off-days. Usually, we are given the privilege of taking a half day the day before we go off, which means, today i get to leave the office by 3:00 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;The weather this past week hasn't been very friendly. It's been raining, misty and windy. Work wise, the week was not as crazy as past weeks. Things have calmed down for now, which is good i should say. However, yesterday was a bit crazy (but not as super-duper crazy as it gets at times). I was asked to step in at the last minute to conduct new staff orientation (yes, we conduct orientation for staff on a weekly basis). This was my first time, and there wasn't any experienced people around to assist me. One of our clerks assisted me, but he too had not done this before. It was a pretty straight forward process actually; all i needed to do was tell them where they should report to the following day and at what time, then proceed and distribute their overtime cards. Sounds like a breeze right, but wait, there were 200 plus of them. After I completed the whole thing, I think it was a disaster!! I hope in future when I need to conduct this again, I would be more prepared. It was because didn't know what to expect that I fumbled here and there.&lt;br /&gt;I am looking forward to this weekend. I have taken leave on Monday to take my mummy to get her medication. One extra day for me to be away from this mountain - you can't imagine how great it feels!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6772563104545533680-2871488478699733865?l=deskaur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deskaur.blogspot.com/feeds/2871488478699733865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6772563104545533680&amp;postID=2871488478699733865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772563104545533680/posts/default/2871488478699733865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772563104545533680/posts/default/2871488478699733865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deskaur.blogspot.com/2007/01/end-of-my-week-finally.html' title='The end of my week - finally!!'/><author><name>Desiree Kaur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01617885133360445691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8xf5_z70zc4/SIbKHc8JJZI/AAAAAAAAABo/cfFo900SuUA/S220/Des1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6772563104545533680.post-3341608500234857923</id><published>2007-01-11T17:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T17:42:54.019+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, I have created a new Blog!</title><content type='html'>In the event of me forgetting my login and password of my old blog, from now onwards I shall be updating this one. After complains from friends (who actually read what I write) about me not updating my blog, so, I am taking this time to actually write something!&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmmm, my last post was about me being sick and getting better. I wonder if anyone thought that I died or something..hahahaha..quite funny actually, because my last post says something about me sleeping for 14 hours, then NOTHING! heheheh..Well, no! I didn't die. I went for the wedding and had fun &lt;em&gt;(although i did fall sick again while i was there).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's 2007! Happy new Year to all my pals whom I didn't get to wish personally. Things have been pretty much the same at work. A bit toned down this week. From Christmas till after New Year I was really swamped with work, due to the public holidays. It's amazing how it's a Public Holiday yet work still piles up. Why doesn't it just chill and take a break huh? &lt;em&gt;(ok i know this makes no sense - disregard it, it's just me thinking out loud).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see most people have made new years resolutions and all, and for the first time i would like to announce that; I dont have any this year. With that note, I end my post today.&lt;br /&gt;*Peace to all*&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6772563104545533680-3341608500234857923?l=deskaur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deskaur.blogspot.com/feeds/3341608500234857923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6772563104545533680&amp;postID=3341608500234857923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772563104545533680/posts/default/3341608500234857923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772563104545533680/posts/default/3341608500234857923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deskaur.blogspot.com/2007/01/yes-i-have-created-new-blog_11.html' title='Yes, I have created a new Blog!'/><author><name>Desiree Kaur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01617885133360445691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8xf5_z70zc4/SIbKHc8JJZI/AAAAAAAAABo/cfFo900SuUA/S220/Des1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
