<?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-20809846</id><updated>2011-12-27T06:00:35.312+04:00</updated><title type='text'>zaza_on_tour</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zazaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20809846/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zazaontour.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20809846/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>zaza_on_tour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11900297616530360788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>112</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20809846.post-7992741655665309257</id><published>2008-10-13T11:53:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T15:54:10.127+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Back with a big BANG</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif"&gt;I'm sure you have noticed that I have been pretty quiet, both in multiply and FB. Thing is that I was home, as you all have known, WAS BUSY and access to the internet was not so easy since I had to go the internet cafe which was cheap(very good) but always busy with little boys and their games!!!! &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif"&gt;SOOOO many things to update. So many pictures to upload. So many things to do!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif"&gt;I've got my classes to catch up. I've got a hen's night to run. I've got major major gigs to do up the time table, I've got to loose all that EID weight to fit to THAT dress which I've made for the wedding, I've got admin duties to run. Good that i'm busy. And hopefully I will get my new wheels tomorrow. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif"&gt;BUT THE WORST THING IS THAT MY BRAIN IS STILL POO FROM THE HOLIDAY!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif"&gt;Oh I forgot.....LOADS OF LAUNDRY to wash!! &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif"&gt;kwang kwang kwang....&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif"&gt;Ok ok... so please be patient with me. I will soon let you know all the fun, silly and dangerous stuff I've done for the last 18 days.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif"&gt;Right then, gotto go and get ready for my class.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif"&gt;xx&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20809846-7992741655665309257?l=zazaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zazaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/7992741655665309257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20809846&amp;postID=7992741655665309257' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20809846/posts/default/7992741655665309257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20809846/posts/default/7992741655665309257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zazaontour.blogspot.com/2008/10/back-with-big-bang_1986.html' title='Back with a big BANG'/><author><name>zaza_on_tour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11900297616530360788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20809846.post-8930174841278657367</id><published>2008-10-13T11:53:00.001+04:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T15:53:53.401+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Back with a big BANG</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif"&gt;I'm sure you have noticed that I have been pretty quiet, both in multiply and FB. Thing is that I was home, as you all have known, WAS BUSY and access to the internet was not so easy since I had to go the internet cafe which was cheap(very good) but always busy with little boys and their games!!!! &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif"&gt;SOOOO many things to update. So many pictures to upload. So many things to do!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif"&gt;I've got my classes to catch up. I've got a hen's night to run. I've got major major gigs to do up the time table, I've got to loose all that EID weight to fit to THAT dress which I've made for the wedding, I've got admin duties to run. Good that i'm busy. And hopefully I will get my new wheels tomorrow. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif"&gt;BUT THE WORST THING IS THAT MY BRAIN IS STILL POO FROM THE HOLIDAY!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif"&gt;Oh I forgot.....LOADS OF LAUNDRY to wash!! &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif"&gt;kwang kwang kwang....&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif"&gt;Ok ok... so please be patient with me. I will soon let you know all the fun, silly and dangerous stuff I've done for the last 18 days.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif"&gt;Right then, gotto go and get ready for my class.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif"&gt;xx&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20809846-8930174841278657367?l=zazaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zazaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/8930174841278657367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20809846&amp;postID=8930174841278657367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20809846/posts/default/8930174841278657367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20809846/posts/default/8930174841278657367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zazaontour.blogspot.com/2008/10/back-with-big-bang_13.html' title='Back with a big BANG'/><author><name>zaza_on_tour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11900297616530360788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20809846.post-898106223922736127</id><published>2008-10-13T11:53:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T15:53:49.379+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Back with a big BANG</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif"&gt;I'm sure you have noticed that I have been pretty quiet, both in multiply and FB. Thing is that I was home, as you all have known, WAS BUSY and access to the internet was not so easy since I had to go the internet cafe which was cheap(very good) but always busy with little boys and their games!!!! &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif"&gt;SOOOO many things to update. So many pictures to upload. So many things to do!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif"&gt;I've got my classes to catch up. I've got a hen's night to run. I've got major major gigs to do up the time table, I've got to loose all that EID weight to fit to THAT dress which I've made for the wedding, I've got admin duties to run. Good that i'm busy. And hopefully I will get my new wheels tomorrow. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif"&gt;BUT THE WORST THING IS THAT MY BRAIN IS STILL POO FROM THE HOLIDAY!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif"&gt;Oh I forgot.....LOADS OF LAUNDRY to wash!! &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif"&gt;kwang kwang kwang....&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif"&gt;Ok ok... so please be patient with me. I will soon let you know all the fun, silly and dangerous stuff I've done for the last 18 days.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif"&gt;Right then, gotto go and get ready for my class.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif"&gt;xx&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20809846-898106223922736127?l=zazaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zazaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/898106223922736127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20809846&amp;postID=898106223922736127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20809846/posts/default/898106223922736127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20809846/posts/default/898106223922736127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zazaontour.blogspot.com/2008/10/back-with-big-bang.html' title='Back with a big BANG'/><author><name>zaza_on_tour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11900297616530360788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20809846.post-3114866584444777755</id><published>2008-09-06T06:56:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T10:56:38.365+04:00</updated><title type='text'>7 kind of SEX</title><content type='html'>&lt;table class="MsoNormalTable" style="mso-cellspacing: 0cm;mso-yfti-tbllook: 1184;mso-padding-alt: 0cm 0cm 0cm 0cm;" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt; &lt;tr style="mso-yfti-irow: 0;mso-yfti-firstrow: yes;mso-yfti-lastrow: yes;"&gt; &lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: #f0f0f0;PADDING-RIGHT: 0cm;BORDER-TOP: #f0f0f0;PADDING-LEFT: 0cm;PADDING-BOTTOM: 0cm;BORDER-LEFT: #f0f0f0;PADDING-TOP: 0cm;BORDER-BOTTOM: #f0f0f0;BACKGROUND-COLOR: transparent;" valign="top"&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma" size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt;FONT-FAMILY: 'Tahoma','sans-serif';"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;font face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt;TEXT-ALIGN: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color="#330033" size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;FONT-SIZE: 20pt;COLOR: red;"&gt;SEVEN KINDS OF SEX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif"&gt;&lt;font color="#330033"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt;COLOR: black;FONT-FAMILY: 'Tahoma','sans-serif';"&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 20pt;COLOR: blue;FONT-FAMILY: 'Tahoma','sans-serif';"&gt;Results of recent research shows that there are 7 kinds of sex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 16pt;COLOR: black;FONT-FAMILY: 'Tahoma','sans-serif';"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif"&gt;&lt;font color="#330033"&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 16pt;COLOR: black;FONT-FAMILY: 'Tahoma','sans-serif';"&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 16pt;COLOR: navy;FONT-FAMILY: 'Tahoma','sans-serif';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;FONT-SIZE: 16pt;COLOR: blue;"&gt;1&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;FONT-SIZE: 16pt;COLOR: navy;FONT-FAMILY: 'Tahoma','sans-serif';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 16pt;COLOR: black;FONT-FAMILY: 'Tahoma','sans-serif';"&gt;kind of sex is called:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 16pt;COLOR: navy;FONT-FAMILY: 'Tahoma','sans-serif';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;FONT-SIZE: 16pt;COLOR: blue;FONT-FAMILY: 'Tahoma','sans-serif';"&gt;Smurf Sex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;FONT-SIZE: 16pt;COLOR: navy;FONT-FAMILY: 'Tahoma','sans-serif';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 16pt;COLOR: black;FONT-FAMILY: 'Tahoma','sans-serif';"&gt;* This kind of sex happens when you first meet someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt;COLOR: navy;FONT-FAMILY: 'Tahoma','sans-serif';"&gt;,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif"&gt;&lt;font color="#330033"&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 16pt;COLOR: black;FONT-FAMILY: 'Tahoma','sans-serif';"&gt;and you both have sex until you are blue in the face. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 16pt;COLOR: navy;FONT-FAMILY: 'Tahoma','sans-serif';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 16pt;COLOR: blue;FONT-FAMILY: 'Tahoma','sans-serif';"&gt;2&lt;b&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;FONT-SIZE: 16pt;COLOR: navy;FONT-FAMILY: 'Tahoma','sans-serif';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 16pt;COLOR: black;FONT-FAMILY: 'Tahoma','sans-serif';"&gt;kind of sex is called:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 16pt;COLOR: navy;FONT-FAMILY: 'Tahoma','sans-serif';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;FONT-SIZE: 16pt;COLOR: blue;FONT-FAMILY: 'Tahoma','sans-serif';"&gt;Kitchen Sex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;FONT-SIZE: 16pt;COLOR: navy;FONT-FAMILY: 'Tahoma','sans-serif';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;FONT-SIZE: 16pt;COLOR: black;FONT-FAMILY: 'Tahoma','sans-serif';"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 16pt;COLOR: black;FONT-FAMILY: 'Tahoma','sans-serif';"&gt;This is when you have been with your partner for a short time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 16pt;COLOR: navy;FONT-FAMILY: 'Tahoma','sans-serif';"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 16pt;COLOR: black;FONT-FAMILY: 'Tahoma','sans-serif';"&gt;and you are so needy you will have sex anywhere, even in the kitchen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 22pt;COLOR: black;"&gt;&lt;font face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color="#330033"&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif"&gt;&lt;font color="#330033"&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 16pt;COLOR: black;FONT-FAMILY: 'Tahoma','sans-serif';"&gt;The&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 16pt;COLOR: navy;FONT-FAMILY: 'Tahoma','sans-serif';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 16pt;COLOR: blue;FONT-FAMILY: 'Tahoma','sans-serif';"&gt;3&lt;sup&gt;rd&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 16pt;COLOR: blue;FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 16pt;COLOR: black;FONT-FAMILY: 'Tahoma','sans-serif';"&gt;kind of sex is called:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;FONT-SIZE: 16pt;COLOR: navy;FONT-FAMILY: 'Tahoma','sans-serif';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;FONT-SIZE: 16pt;COLOR: blue;FONT-FAMILY: 'Tahoma','sans-serif';"&gt;Bedroom Sex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;FONT-SIZE: 16pt;COLOR: navy;FONT-FAMILY: 'Tahoma','sans-serif';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt;COLOR: black;FONT-FAMILY: 'Tahoma','sans-serif';"&gt;* This is when you have been with your partner for a long time. Your sex has&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 16pt;COLOR: navy;FONT-FAMILY: 'Tahoma','sans-serif';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 16pt;COLOR: black;FONT-FAMILY: 'Tahoma','sans-serif';"&gt;gotten routine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 16pt;COLOR: navy;FONT-FAMILY: 'Tahoma','sans-serif';"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif"&gt;&lt;font color="#330033"&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 16pt;COLOR: black;FONT-FAMILY: 'Tahoma','sans-serif';"&gt;and you usually have sex only in your bedroom. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 16pt;COLOR: navy;FONT-FAMILY: 'Tahoma','sans-serif';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt;COLOR: blue;FONT-FAMILY: 'Tahoma','sans-serif';"&gt;4&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 16pt;COLOR: navy;FONT-FAMILY: 'Tahoma','sans-serif';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 16pt;COLOR: black;FONT-FAMILY: 'Tahoma','sans-serif';"&gt;kind of sex is called:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;FONT-SIZE: 16pt;COLOR: navy;FONT-FAMILY: 'Tahoma','sans-serif';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;FONT-SIZE: 16pt;COLOR: blue;FONT-FAMILY: 'Tahoma','sans-serif';"&gt;Hallway Sex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;FONT-SIZE: 18pt;COLOR: blue;FONT-FAMILY: 'Tahoma','sans-serif';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 16pt;COLOR: black;FONT-FAMILY: 'Tahoma','sans-serif';"&gt;* This is when you have been with your partner for too long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 16pt;COLOR: navy;FONT-FAMILY: 'Tahoma','sans-serif';"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 16pt;COLOR: black;FONT-FAMILY: 'Tahoma','sans-serif';"&gt;&lt;font face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color="#330033"&gt;When you pass each other in the hallway you both say 'screw you.' &lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color="#330033"&gt;The&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif"&gt;&lt;font color="#330033"&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 16pt;COLOR: navy;FONT-FAMILY: 'Tahoma','sans-serif';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 16pt;COLOR: blue;FONT-FAMILY: 'Tahoma','sans-serif';"&gt;5&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 16pt;COLOR: navy;FONT-FAMILY: 'Tahoma','sans-serif';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 16pt;COLOR: black;FONT-FAMILY: 'Tahoma','sans-serif';"&gt;kind of sex is called:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;FONT-SIZE: 16pt;COLOR: navy;FONT-FAMILY: 'Tahoma','sans-serif';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;FONT-SIZE: 18pt;COLOR: blue;FONT-FAMILY: 'Tahoma','sans-serif';"&gt;Religious Sex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;FONT-SIZE: 16pt;COLOR: black;FONT-FAMILY: 'Tahoma','sans-serif';"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;FONT-SIZE: 18pt;COLOR: navy;FONT-FAMILY: 'Tahoma','sans-serif';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif"&gt;&lt;font color="#330033"&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 16pt;COLOR: black;FONT-FAMILY: 'Tahoma','sans-serif';"&gt;* Which means you get Nun in the morning, Nun in the afternoon and Nun at night. (Very Popular) &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 16pt;COLOR: navy;FONT-FAMILY: 'Tahoma','sans-serif';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 16pt;COLOR: blue;FONT-FAMILY: 'Tahoma','sans-serif';"&gt;6&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 16pt;COLOR: navy;FONT-FAMILY: 'Tahoma','sans-serif';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 16pt;COLOR: black;FONT-FAMILY: 'Tahoma','sans-serif';"&gt;kind is called&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;FONT-SIZE: 16pt;COLOR: navy;FONT-FAMILY: 'Tahoma','sans-serif';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;FONT-SIZE: 16pt;COLOR: blue;FONT-FAMILY: 'Tahoma','sans-serif';"&gt;Courtroom Sex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 16pt;COLOR: blue;FONT-FAMILY: 'Tahoma','sans-serif';"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;FONT-SIZE: 22pt;COLOR: navy;FONT-FAMILY: 'Tahoma','sans-serif';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 16pt;COLOR: black;FONT-FAMILY: 'Tahoma','sans-serif';"&gt;* This is when you cannot stand your wife any more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 16pt;COLOR: navy;FONT-FAMILY: 'Tahoma','sans-serif';"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif"&gt;&lt;font color="#330033"&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 16pt;COLOR: black;FONT-FAMILY: 'Tahoma','sans-serif';"&gt;She takes you to court a nd screws you in front of everyone. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And; Last, but not least, The&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 16pt;COLOR: navy;FONT-FAMILY: 'Tahoma','sans-serif';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;FONT-SIZE: 22pt;COLOR: blue;FONT-FAMILY: 'Tahoma','sans-serif';"&gt;7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;FONT-SIZE: 16pt;COLOR: blue;"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;FONT-SIZE: 16pt;COLOR: navy;FONT-FAMILY: 'Tahoma','sans-serif';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 16pt;COLOR: black;FONT-FAMILY: 'Tahoma','sans-serif';"&gt;kind of sex is called:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 16pt;COLOR: navy;FONT-FAMILY: 'Tahoma','sans-serif';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;span class="ecececececececyshortcuts"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;FONT-SIZE: 18pt;COLOR: blue;FONT-FAMILY: 'Tahoma','sans-serif';"&gt;Social Security&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;FONT-SIZE: 16pt;COLOR: blue;FONT-FAMILY: 'Tahoma','sans-serif';"&gt; Sex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 16pt;COLOR: black;FONT-FAMILY: 'Tahoma','sans-serif';"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 16pt;COLOR: navy;FONT-FAMILY: 'Tahoma','sans-serif';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 24pt;COLOR: black;FONT-FAMILY: 'Tahoma','sans-serif';"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color="#330033"&gt;* You get a little each month.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif"&gt;&lt;font color="#330033"&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt;COLOR: navy;FONT-FAMILY: 'Tahoma','sans-serif';"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 16pt;COLOR: black;FONT-FAMILY: 'Tahoma','sans-serif';"&gt;But not enough to enjoy yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color="#330033" size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt;COLOR: black;FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif';"&gt; &lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt;COLOR: black;FONT-FAMILY: 'Tahoma','sans-serif';"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color="#330033" size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;FONT-SIZE: 16pt;COLOR: blue;FONT-FAMILY: 'Tahoma','sans-serif';"&gt;PLEASE DO NOT REPLY TO TELL ME WHAT STAGE YOU ARE IN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt;TEXT-ALIGN: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color="#330033" size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;FONT-SIZE: 16pt;COLOR: red;FONT-STYLE: italic;FONT-FAMILY: 'Tahoma','sans-serif';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;font face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color="#330033" size="2"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU" style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt;FONT-FAMILY: 'Tahoma','sans-serif';mso-ansi-language: EN-AU;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma" size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt;FONT-FAMILY: 'Tahoma','sans-serif';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20809846-3114866584444777755?l=zazaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zazaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/3114866584444777755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20809846&amp;postID=3114866584444777755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20809846/posts/default/3114866584444777755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20809846/posts/default/3114866584444777755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zazaontour.blogspot.com/2008/09/7-kind-of-sex.html' title='7 kind of SEX'/><author><name>zaza_on_tour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11900297616530360788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20809846.post-4696879726299565656</id><published>2008-08-17T08:22:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T12:22:03.380+04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Entrepreneur's Survival Guide</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://zazaontour.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SKfdyQoKCrUAABIv4C81"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.zazaontour.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SKfdyQoKCrUAABIv4C81/Your-Business-1.jpg?et=PDWPShyWsSkg1PMHStrNLg&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://zazaontour.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SKfdKgoKCrUAAAh4esI1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.zazaontour.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SKfdKgoKCrUAAAh4esI1/Your-Business-2.jpg?et=uSCTFA3ZkmMS%2C0yfQ3y28g&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://zazaontour.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SKfckQoKCrUAAHjfcTo1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.zazaontour.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SKfckQoKCrUAAHjfcTo1/your-business-3.jpg?et=iPN8dNRGsDubi%2BiJ9IhSog&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif"&gt;I am proud to say that this is one of the many articles that my husband wrote for the media here in Dubai. This became the cover story for Your Business Magazine Middle East!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20809846-4696879726299565656?l=zazaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zazaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/4696879726299565656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20809846&amp;postID=4696879726299565656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20809846/posts/default/4696879726299565656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20809846/posts/default/4696879726299565656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zazaontour.blogspot.com/2008/08/entrepreneur-survival-guide.html' title='The Entrepreneur&amp;#39;s Survival Guide'/><author><name>zaza_on_tour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11900297616530360788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20809846.post-5103792395819590240</id><published>2008-08-14T04:37:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T08:37:48.763+04:00</updated><title type='text'>This is to all Malay Singaporeans in the world!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I&lt;font face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif"&gt; saw this on someone's blog off multiply and decided that this time, my friends should know about it and pass it on! I feel what she is writing. Finally someone is brave enough to post it on our national &lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://straitstimes.asia1.com.sg/Our%2BColumnists/Column/STIStory_266543.html?vgnmr=1"&gt;&lt;font face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif"&gt;paper!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;***********************************************************************************************************&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;div class="top_headline"&gt;&lt;font face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" size="5"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Feeling like the least favourite child &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;!-- headline one : end --&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;font face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif"&gt;Three writers share their hopes for Singapore this National Day &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;!-- show image if available --&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt; &lt;div class="georgia11 darkgrey bold"&gt;&lt;font face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif"&gt;Nur Dianah Suhaimi&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="clear"&gt;&lt;font face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="border_dbl2_p"&gt;&lt;font face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="clear"&gt;&lt;font face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="marginb5"&gt;&lt;font face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- START OF : div id="storytext" --&gt; &lt;div class="story_text"&gt;&lt;!-- more than 4 paragraphs --&gt;&lt;font face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif"&gt;&lt;b&gt;As a Malay, I've always been told that I have to work twice as hard to prove my worth&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/font&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif"&gt;When I was younger, I always thought of myself as the quintessential Singaporean. &lt;/font&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif"&gt;Of my four late grandparents, two were Malay, one was Chinese and one was Indian. This, I concluded, makes me a mix of all the main races in the country. But I later realised that it was not what goes into my blood that matters, but what my identity card says under 'Race'. &lt;/font&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif"&gt;Because my paternal grandfather was of Bugis origin, my IC says I'm Malay. I speak the language at home, learnt it in school, eat the food and practise the culture. And because of my being Malay, I've always felt like a lesser Singaporean than those from other racial groups. &lt;/font&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif"&gt;I grew up clueless about the concept of national service because my father was never enlisted. &lt;/font&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif"&gt;He is Singaporean all right, born and bred here like the rest of the boys born in 1955. He is not handicapped in any way. He did well in school and participated in sports. &lt;/font&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif"&gt;Unlike the rest, however, he entered university immediately after his A levels. He often told me that his schoolmates said he was 'lucky' because he was not called up for national service. &lt;/font&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif"&gt;'What lucky?' he would tell them. 'Would you feel lucky if your country doesn't trust you?' &lt;/font&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif"&gt;So I learnt about the rigours of national service from my male cousins. They would describe in vivid detail their training regimes, the terrible food they were served and the torture inflicted upon them - most of which, I would later realise, were exaggerations. &lt;/font&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif"&gt;But one thing these stories had in common was that they all revolved around the Police Academy in Thomson. As I got older, it puzzled me why my Chinese friends constantly referred to NS as 'army'. In my family and among my Malay friends, being enlisted in the army was like hitting the jackpot. The majority served in the police force because, as is known, the Government was not comfortable with Malay Muslims serving in the army. But there are more of them now. &lt;/font&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif"&gt;Throughout my life, my father has always told me that as a Malay, I need to work twice as hard to prove my worth. He said people have the misconception that all Malays are inherently lazy. &lt;/font&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif"&gt;I was later to get the exact same advice from a Malay minister in office who is a family friend. &lt;/font&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif"&gt;When I started work, I realised that the advice rang true, especially because I wear my religion on my head. My professionalism suddenly became an issue. One question I was asked at a job interview was whether I would be willing to enter a nightclub to chase a story. I answered: 'If it's part of the job, why not? And you can rest assured I won't be tempted to have fun.' &lt;/font&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif"&gt;When I attend media events, before I can introduce myself, people assume I write for the Malay daily Berita Harian. A male Malay colleague in The Straits Times has the same problem, too. &lt;/font&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif"&gt;This makes me wonder if people also assume that all Chinese reporters are from Lianhe Zaobao and Indian reporters from Tamil Murasu. &lt;/font&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif"&gt;People also question if I can do stories which require stake-outs in the sleazy lanes of Geylang. They say because of my tudung I will stick out like a sore thumb. So I changed into a baseball cap and a men's sports jacket - all borrowed from my husband - when I covered Geylang. &lt;/font&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif"&gt;I do not want to be seen as different from the rest just because I dress differently. I want the same opportunities and the same job challenges. &lt;/font&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif"&gt;Beneath the tudung, I, too, have hair and a functioning brain. And if anything, I feel that my tudung has actually helped me secure some difficult interviews. &lt;/font&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif"&gt;Newsmakers - of all races - tend to trust me more because I look guai (Hokkien for well-behaved) and thus, they feel, less likely to write critical stuff about them. &lt;/font&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif"&gt;Recently, I had a conversation with several colleagues about this essay. I told them I never thought of myself as being particularly patriotic. One Chinese colleague thought this was unfair. 'But you got to enjoy free education,' she said. &lt;/font&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif"&gt;Sure, for the entire 365 days I spent in Primary 1 in 1989. But my parents paid for my school and university fees for the next 15 years I was studying. &lt;/font&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif"&gt;It seems that many Singaporeans do not know that Malays have stopped getting free education since 1990. If I remember clearly, the news made front-page news at that time. &lt;/font&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif"&gt;We went on to talk about the Singapore Government's belief that Malays here would never point a missile at their fellow Muslim neighbours in a war. &lt;/font&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif"&gt;I said if not for family ties, I would have no qualms about leaving the country. Someone then remarked that this is why Malays like myself are not trusted. But I answered that this lack of patriotism on my part comes from not being trusted, and for being treated like a potential traitor. &lt;/font&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif"&gt;It is not just the NS issue. It is the frustration of explaining to non-Malays that I don't get special privileges from the Government. It is having to deal with those who question my professionalism because of my religion. It is having people assume, day after day, that you are lowly educated, lazy and poor. It is like being the least favourite child in a family. This child will try to win his parents' love only for so long. After a while, he will just be engulfed by disappointment and bitterness. &lt;/font&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif"&gt;I also believe that it is this 'least favourite child' mentality which makes most Malays defensive and protective of their own kind. &lt;/font&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif"&gt;Why do you think Malay families spent hundreds of dollars voting for two Malay boys in the Singapore Idol singing contest? And do you know that Malays who voted for other competitors were frowned upon by the community? &lt;/font&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif"&gt;The same happens to me at work. When I write stories which put Malays in a bad light, I am labelled a traitor. A Malay reader once wrote to me to say: 'I thought a Malay journalist would have more empathy for these unfortunate people than a non-Malay journalist.' &lt;/font&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif"&gt;But such is the case when you are a Malay Singaporean. Your life is not just about you, as much as you want it to be. You are made to feel responsible for the rest of the pack and your actions affect them as well. If you trip, the entire community falls with you. But if you triumph, it is considered everyone's success. &lt;/font&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif"&gt;When 12-year-old Natasha Nabila hit the headlines last year for her record PSLE aggregate of 294, I was among the thousands of Malays here who celebrated the news. I sent instant messages to my friends on Gmail and chatted excitedly with my Malay colleagues at work. &lt;/font&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif"&gt;Suddenly a 12-year-old has become the symbol of hope for the community and a message to the rest that Malays can do it too - and not just in singing competitions. &lt;/font&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif"&gt;And just like that, the 'least favourite child' in me feels a lot happier. &lt;/font&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif"&gt;Each year, come Aug 9, my father, who never had the opportunity to do national service, dutifully hangs two flags at home - one on the front gate and the other by the side gate. &lt;/font&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif"&gt;I wonder if putting up two flags is his way of making himself feel like a better-loved child of Singapore. &lt;/font&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:ndianah@sph.com.sg"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color="#0000ff"&gt;ndianah@sph.com.sg&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif"&gt; &lt;/font&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif"&gt;Send your comments to &lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:suntimes@sph.com.sg"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color="#0000ff"&gt;suntimes@sph.com.sg&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif"&gt;************************************************************************************************************&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif"&gt;When I was still flying, I was told by my own countrymen ( ok woman in this case ) " yah lor you malays get education all for free mah!!" and " Who's Sang Nila Utama? Where got in our history? We started in 1965 only what?" blah blah blah...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif"&gt;comments please? &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20809846-5103792395819590240?l=zazaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zazaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/5103792395819590240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20809846&amp;postID=5103792395819590240' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20809846/posts/default/5103792395819590240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20809846/posts/default/5103792395819590240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zazaontour.blogspot.com/2008/08/this-is-to-all-malay-singaporeans-in.html' title='This is to all Malay Singaporeans in the world!!'/><author><name>zaza_on_tour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11900297616530360788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20809846.post-2400733599122587949</id><published>2008-06-08T14:04:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T18:09:48.115+04:00</updated><title type='text'>STOP CHOKING - AUSSIE STYLE</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="garamond, adobe garamond" color="#993399" size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;someone sent me this email...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; "&gt;&lt;span lang="EN" style="FONT-SIZE: 8.5pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Tahoma','sans-serif'; mso-ansi-language: EN; "&gt;&lt;font face="garamond, adobe garamond" color="#cc66cc" size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A woman sitting in an Adelaide Pub suddenly began to cough. &lt;br&gt;After a few seconds it became apparent that she was in real distress,and two locals, Bluey and Bazza sitting at the next table turned to look at her.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ken ya swaller? Asked Bluey&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The woman signalled 'No!', desperately shaking her head.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Kin ya breathe?' asked Bazza. The woman shook her head No!!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;With that, Bluey walked behind her, lifted up the back of her dress,yanked down her knickers and ran his tongue up and down the crack of her butt.&lt;br&gt;This shocked the woman into such a violent spasm that the obstruction flew out of her mouth and she began to breathe again.&lt;br&gt;Bluey swaggered back to his table and took a deep swig of his beer.&lt;br&gt;Bazza said in admiration 'Ya know Bluey, I'd heard of that bloody Hind Lick Manoeuvre, but that's the first time I ever seen somebody do it.'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="garamond, adobe garamond" color="#cc66cc" size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="garamond, adobe garamond" color="#cc66cc" size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20809846-2400733599122587949?l=zazaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zazaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/2400733599122587949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20809846&amp;postID=2400733599122587949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20809846/posts/default/2400733599122587949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20809846/posts/default/2400733599122587949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zazaontour.blogspot.com/2008/06/stop-choking-aussie-style.html' title='STOP CHOKING - AUSSIE STYLE'/><author><name>zaza_on_tour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11900297616530360788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20809846.post-2259567799013775191</id><published>2008-05-28T16:20:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T20:22:43.375+04:00</updated><title type='text'> ~ this one's for the LADIES IN THE HOUSE!!! ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="garamond, adobe garamond" color="#6633ff" size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sing it Ladies!! Loud and proud!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; "&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Kristen ITC'; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #ff0080; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;At first I was afraid, I was petrified.&lt;br&gt;When you said you had 10 inches, Lord I almost died!&lt;br&gt;But I'd spent so many years just waiting for a man that long,&lt;br&gt;That I grew strong, and I knew that I could take you on...&lt;br&gt;But there you are, another lie,&lt;br&gt;I was ready for a Big Mac and you've brought me a French fry!&lt;br&gt;I should have known that it was bulls***t,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Tahoma','sans-serif'; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt; COLOR: #ff0080; FONT-FAMILY: 'Kristen ITC'; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB; "&gt; Just a sad pathetic dream&lt;br&gt;Should have known there was no Anaconda lurking in those Jeans!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Tahoma','sans-serif'; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt; COLOR: #ff0080; FONT-FAMILY: 'Kristen ITC'; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB; "&gt;Go on now-go! , Walk out the door,&lt;br&gt;Don't you promise me 10 inches, then turn up with only 4!&lt;br&gt;Weren't you a brat to think I wouldn't find you out!?&lt;br&gt;Don't you know we're only joking when we say size don't count??!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Tahoma','sans-serif'; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt; COLOR: teal; FONT-FAMILY: 'Kristen ITC'; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB; "&gt; [Chorus]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Tahoma','sans-serif'; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; "&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Kristen ITC'; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #8000ff; "&gt;I will survive! I will survive!&lt;br&gt;Cuz as long as I have batteries,&lt;br&gt;My sex life's gonna thrive!&lt;br&gt;I will always have good sex,&lt;br&gt;With a handful of latex!&lt;br&gt;I will survive! I will survive! Hey! Hey!&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #ff0080; "&gt;It took all my self control not to laugh out loud,&lt;br&gt;When I saw your little weiner standing tall and proud!&lt;br&gt;But to hell with your ego and to hell with all your needs,&lt;br&gt;Now I'm saving all my lovin' for a cordless multispeed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: teal; "&gt; [Chorus]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Tahoma','sans-serif'; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; "&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt; COLOR: #8000ff; FONT-FAMILY: 'Kristen ITC'; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I will survive! I will survive!&lt;br&gt;Cuz as long as I have batteries,&lt;br&gt;My sex life's gonna thrive!&lt;br&gt;I will always have good sex,&lt;br&gt;With a handful of latex!&lt;br&gt;I will survive! I will survive! Hey! Hey!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Kristen ITC'; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB; "&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="FONT-SIZE: 24pt; COLOR: red; FONT-FAMILY: 'Kristen ITC'; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB; "&gt; Send this to all of the cool chicks you know,&lt;br&gt; And all the dude's who can handle this new remix...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="FONT-SIZE: 24pt; COLOR: red; FONT-FAMILY: 'Kristen ITC'; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="FONT-SIZE: 24pt; COLOR: red; FONT-FAMILY: 'Kristen ITC'; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/wink.png"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Tahoma','sans-serif'; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20809846-2259567799013775191?l=zazaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zazaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/2259567799013775191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20809846&amp;postID=2259567799013775191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20809846/posts/default/2259567799013775191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20809846/posts/default/2259567799013775191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zazaontour.blogspot.com/2008/05/this-one-for-ladies-in-house.html' title=' ~ this one&amp;#39;s for the LADIES IN THE HOUSE!!! ~'/><author><name>zaza_on_tour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11900297616530360788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20809846.post-5155878410800638832</id><published>2008-05-27T05:43:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T09:47:07.823+04:00</updated><title type='text'>~ It ain't tax free no more!! ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color="#6666cc"&gt;This is quoted in the local paper today:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color="#ff99ff"&gt;"Dubai: The introduction of the value added tax (VAT), expected early next year, will depend on the government's preparedness as well as the "taxpayers' readiness", a senior government official said.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color="#ff99ff"&gt;"We are working on it and will soon be ready for implementation. The entire country will have to be ready for this," Abdul Rahman Al Saleh, executive director of Dubai Customs, told &lt;em&gt;Gulf News&lt;/em&gt; on Monday evening. "It will depend on the government's readiness as well as the taxpayers' readiness."&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color="#ff99ff"&gt;Al Saleh told Reuters on Monday that the government has postponed the introduction of VAT from late 2008 to early 2009. "We were planning for the last quarter of 2008 but we have put it back to the first quarter of 2009," he was quoted as saying. &lt;/font&gt; &lt;div id="hr_1" style="DISPLAY: none; "&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div id="hr_2" style="DISPLAY: none; "&gt;&lt;font face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color="#ff99ff"&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;font face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color="#ff99ff"&gt;The GCC (Gulf Cooperation Council) states entered into a common customs union in 2003, after standardising the import duties largely at five per cent. Initially, VAT is expected to replace the customs duty and start at a very low tax level.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color="#ff99ff"&gt;"The introduction of the VAT is a federal government decision. We will, of course, give the people enough time for this after we get ready for it administratively," Al Saleh added."&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color="#ff99ff"&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color="#66ffff" size="5"&gt;wwwwaaahhh!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20809846-5155878410800638832?l=zazaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zazaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/5155878410800638832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20809846&amp;postID=5155878410800638832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20809846/posts/default/5155878410800638832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20809846/posts/default/5155878410800638832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zazaontour.blogspot.com/2008/05/it-ain-tax-free-no-more.html' title='~ It ain&amp;#39;t tax free no more!! ~'/><author><name>zaza_on_tour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11900297616530360788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20809846.post-7147470669977889014</id><published>2008-04-28T15:39:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T19:46:00.261+04:00</updated><title type='text'>This makes me really really sick!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;P class=first&gt;&lt;FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#cc66cc&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Have you guys read this yet???!!! SICK!!!!&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=first&gt;&lt;FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#ff99ff&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;"AMSTETTEN, Austria (Reuters) - A 73-year-old Austrian electrical engineer has confessed to holding his daughter captive in a secret, windowless cellar for 24 years and fathering seven children by her, police said on Monday.The case, centred on a nondescript two-storey building in the industrial town of Amstetten, was reminiscent of that of Austrian Natascha Kampusch who spent eight years locked up in a basement before escaping in 2006.&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#ff99ff&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Elisabeth Fritzl, 42, had told police on Sunday that her father, Josef Fritzl, lured her into the basement of the plain, grey block where they lived with other families in 1984 and drugged and handcuffed her before imprisoning her.Three of her children, aged 19, 18 and 5, had been locked up in the basement with her since birth and had never seen sunlight, police said, raising worries about their physical and mental state. The younger two were boys, the eldest a girl."(Fritzl) has now said that he locked up his daughter for 24 years and that he alone fathered her seven children and that he locked them up in the cellar," Franz Polzer, head of the criminal investigations unit in the province of Lower Austria told Reuters by telephone.&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#ff99ff&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Fritzl had also admitted to burning the body of one of the children when it died shortly after birth, said Polzer. Austrian media reported he had burned the corpse in a boiler.Three of the children -- two girls and one boy -- were brought up by Josef and his wife.Investigators were combing through the network of cells where the victims had been held captive. During the morning forensic experts in white uniforms and gloves carried out boxes of evidence from the house which is on a busy street with shops.Fritzl had hidden the entrance to the cell behind shelves and only he knew the secret code for the reinforced concrete door, said officials.&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#ff99ff&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Some parts of the dungeon were no more than 1.70 metres (5 ft 6 in) high and officials in Amstetten said the basement labyrinth contained a padded cell.Photographs showed a narrow passageway leading into other rooms which included a cooking area, sleeping area and a small bathroom with a shower. A tube provided ventilation.Amstetten, located in rolling hills about 130 km (80 miles) west of Vienna, is an industrial town of about 22,000 people.&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#ff99ff&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;HOSPITAL VISIT&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#ff99ff&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;The case unfolded when the 19-year-old girl became seriously ill and was taken to hospital, prompting &lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;A href="http://uk.news.yahoo.com/fc/nhs.html"&gt;&lt;FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#ff99ff&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;doctors&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#ff99ff&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt; to appeal for the girl's mother to come forward to provide more details about her medical history.Fritzl then brought Elisabeth and her remaining two children out of the basement, telling his wife -- who thought their "missing" daughter had chosen to return home, police said.Elisabeth agreed to make a "comprehensive statement" to the police after receiving assurances she would have no further contact with her father, who she said abused her from the age of 11.Kampusch, who spent her teenage years held captive, offered to help the victims and told ORF radio she might talk to the family.&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#ff99ff&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;"I can imagine that it is very difficult both for the mother of the children as well as for the wife of the perpetrator to get through this," she said.Psychiatrist Max Friedrich, who treated Kampusch, said the children were undergoing tests in hospital, in particular for problems with their eyes and skin due to the lack of daylight."And socially ... the (children) could not develop any sort of sense of community which they would get from going to school or playgroup," Friedrich told Reuters.&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#ff99ff&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;SHAME&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#ff99ff&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;The case has raised questions about how authorities and neighbours failed to notice anything unusual in the "house of horrors", not least because officials said Fritzl had over the years build extensions to the secret dungeon."The community of Amstetten should drown in shame ... The neighbours are turning a blind eye," the Oesterreich newspaper wrote in an editorial.The daily Der Standard wrote: "The whole country must ask itself what is really, fundamentally going wrong."Another puzzle is how Josef's wife Rosemarie could have been unaware of what was going on.&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#ff99ff&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Police have said they believe Rosemarie did not know what happened to her daughter when she disappeared in 1984. It was assumed Elisabeth had left voluntarily when her parents received a letter from her saying they should not search for her."&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#ff99ff&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffffff" face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#cc33cc&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Sssooo many questions??&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;UL&gt; &lt;LI&gt;&lt;FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffffff" face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#cc33cc&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;who are the other children? same sex or mixed?&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/LI&gt; &lt;LI&gt;&lt;FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffffff" face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#cc33cc&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;were the girls, if any, abused too?&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/LI&gt; &lt;LI&gt;&lt;FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffffff" face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#cc33cc&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;why was Elizabeth 'special'? Why was she picked out?&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/LI&gt; &lt;LI&gt;&lt;FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffffff" face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#cc33cc&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Are her kids disabled?&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/LI&gt;&lt;/UL&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffffff" face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#cc33cc&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;So sad to know that she now suffers from the 'Stockholm Syndrom'.&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffffff" face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#cc33cc&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Your comments please......&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20809846-7147470669977889014?l=zazaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zazaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/7147470669977889014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20809846&amp;postID=7147470669977889014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20809846/posts/default/7147470669977889014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20809846/posts/default/7147470669977889014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zazaontour.blogspot.com/2008/04/this-makes-me-really-really-sick.html' title='This makes me really really sick!!!'/><author><name>zaza_on_tour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11900297616530360788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20809846.post-3053816570645598232</id><published>2008-04-28T04:51:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T08:56:46.618+04:00</updated><title type='text'> ~ Seriously??? ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#ff99ff&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;For my family who is in Sin, I'm sure you have read this article.&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#ff99ff&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Guess why I'm posting it?? &lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff99ff&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif"&gt;"FROM a distance, Ms Lau An Ling, 40, an actress from the Philippines, seems to be an attractive woman.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif"&gt;She is dressed sexily in a tight pair of jeans and a top revealing a taut midriff, as she walks towards me for the interview.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif"&gt;Then, the shocker.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff99ff&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif"&gt;Her face, close up, looks like someone had melted the edges around it.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif"&gt;This is the result of a doctor injecting silicone directly into her face and then another doctor trying to remove it.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif"&gt;Her eyes have a startled look. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff99ff&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif"&gt;Part of her eyelids had been cut away and pulled too high - the work of another doctor.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif"&gt;Her nose looks a little too bulky for her face. She said yet another doctor had injected silicone into it.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif"&gt;Silicone, once injected into the body, is almost impossible to remove.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif"&gt;Doctors can try to remove it, but most times, they don't succeed.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif"&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff99ff&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;NOT QUALIFIED &lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff99ff&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif"&gt;Her hands look a little like a man's hands, thick and bulky. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif"&gt;A fourth doctor had injected silicone into it, in an effort to make to them look smooth and youthful.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif"&gt;Since 1999, she has spent more than US$200,000 ($270,000) in an effort to look more attractive and yet, what she looks like now is a mockery of her former attractive self.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif"&gt;She has been to many doctors in the Philippines, elsewhere in Asia and even in Europe.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif"&gt;And the irony is not lost on her.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff99ff&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif"&gt;Ms Lau reveals to The New Paper on Sunday that she has not felt like a woman for a long time.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif"&gt;Her spiral into plastic surgery hell started in 1999 in the Philippines when she went for an operation to make her vagina more attractive.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif"&gt;The operation, called a vaginaplasty, was done by a doctor who was not properly qualified to do it. 'It looks okay, but I can't feel anything now. He cut my clitoris and also the nerves there,' she said in an interview with The New Paper on Sunday.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif"&gt;She finally come to Singapore early this month to seek help from Dr Woffles Wu, consultant plastic surgeon at Camden Medical Centre.O&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif"&gt;ne of her friends, who had also been disfigured by bad cosmetic work, had come here and seen him.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff99ff&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif"&gt;'I saw her improve month after month. Now she's looking younger than before. I want Dr Wu to do the same for me, to restore my looks,' she said.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif"&gt;Whether Dr Wu can deliver those results is another matter.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif"&gt;She has consulted him, but it is not clear how much he can do.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif"&gt;Said Dr Wu: 'She's been pumped full of silicone by doctors, and persuaded into getting Botox and fillers done every week in the Philippines till she is financially dry.' &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff99ff&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif"&gt;He has seen the extent of damage on her face and body, and is horrified by what has been done to her.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif"&gt;'Now that she has come for bona fide plastic surgery, the question is whether we can do anything for her at all,' said Dr Wu.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff99ff&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif"&gt;Ms Lau, who is single, said she had wanted the vaginaplasty because at that time she was acting in sexy movies, like the Filipino equivalent of Baywatch.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif"&gt;She felt the surgery would boost her confidence even if she did not appear naked in the movies.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff99ff&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif"&gt;She also allowed doctors to inject silicone into her vagina to plump it up and make it look more sexy. Over time, the silicone hardened.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif"&gt;'After that operation, I was desperate to make myself more beautiful, to assure myself that I am an attractive woman,' she said.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif"&gt;She then went from doctor to doctor, who each persuaded her to let them do this or that procedure on her.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif"&gt;'I was very trusting and some of these doctors are big names in the Philippines. I also really wanted to believe them, to give myself hope,' she said.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif"&gt;In 2000, she believed a doctor who said she could make her look younger by injecting silicone into her face.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif"&gt;'I was then about 32 years old. In my industry, that's considered quite old and there were all these younger, more beautiful women coming up all the time,' she said.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff99ff&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif"&gt;She was still acting in some movies and appearing on TV.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif"&gt;The doctor put her to sleep and injected silicone into her face.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif"&gt;'I woke up to a face that was as round as a plate,' she said.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif"&gt;She has not done any acting, appeared in movies or on TV for more than five years now.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif"&gt;It was only this month, when she consulted Dr Wu, that she was told one should never be put to sleep while undergoing what is essentially a filler procedure.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif"&gt;'Dr Wu told me that I should have been awake, with a mirror in front of me and watching while the doctor injects me, so that I can see exactly how much I want injected in my face,' she said.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif"&gt;The filler used on her face should also not have been silicone.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif"&gt;In 2000, she had silicone injected into her buttocks to give her a sexier look.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif"&gt;Things took a turn for the worse when the silicone hardened and caused her buttocks to take on a lumpy shape. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif"&gt;Her face also became lumpy.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif"&gt;Desperate, she flew to China in 2001 to seek help. The doctor in China - she did not say which part of China - cut behind her ears and tried to suck the silicone out.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif"&gt;He only half succeeded.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff99ff&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif"&gt;'My face looked sunken because only half of the silicone came out,' said Ms Lau.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif"&gt;In 2004, another doctor she went to see said he could do liposuction to take the silicone out of her buttocks.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif"&gt;The liposuction caused depressions to appear here and there on her buttocks.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif"&gt;The silicone had also travelled down from her buttocks to her thighs, making them look uneven and lumpy.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif"&gt;She has travelled to Bangkok and Hong Kong to consult doctors and see if they can return her looks to her. She also tried to so the same thing in Italy.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif"&gt;The Italian and Hong Kong doctors did not operate on her.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif"&gt;'The Bangkok doctor tried to help, and it did improve a little bit, but not enough,' she said.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif"&gt;Her only hope now is that Dr Wu can work a miracle for her.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif"&gt;'I want to return to acting. I need my looks back,' she said."&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Georgia color=#ff99ff&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Georgia color=#ff99ff&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;I can't believe that a smart man, a doctor more of that, would actually choose ( I wonder if that was a given ) his name to be&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Georgia color=#ff99ff&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;WOFFLES???!!!&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Georgia color=#ff99ff&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;I mean, seriously???!!!&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Georgia color=#ff99ff&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Georgia color=#ff99ff&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20809846-3053816570645598232?l=zazaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zazaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/3053816570645598232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20809846&amp;postID=3053816570645598232' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20809846/posts/default/3053816570645598232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20809846/posts/default/3053816570645598232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zazaontour.blogspot.com/2008/04/seriously.html' title=' ~ Seriously??? ~'/><author><name>zaza_on_tour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11900297616530360788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20809846.post-4935919214745829078</id><published>2008-04-15T16:40:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T20:40:14.454+04:00</updated><title type='text'> my poor poor husband!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffffff" face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#ff99ff&gt;My husband had an absess for months now... it really irritated him. It's not really helping when he needed his mouth for his work. It's not the first time he had it, according to him. He told me a couple of weeks ago the last time he cut it off himself!! Did it bleed? Oh well...Dr. Crane didn't think about it before.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffffff" face=Georgia color=#ff99ff&gt;So, when he told me last week that he wanted to cut it off since it really irritated him...I freaked out!! so...to cut the story short, we finally had an appointment at the dentist this afternoon!!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffffff" face=Georgia color=#ff99ff&gt;6 injections and 1/2 hour later, my poor poor husband came out of the dentist's room with swollen tongue. We had to cancel our dinner appointment, this was another story.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffffff" face=Georgia color=#ff99ff&gt;His old classmate, whom he's not seen for 28 years, is in Dubai. Went through Time-out mag, saw Dave's ad for his hypno show, and went for the show. So, tonight was the night we were supposed to have dinner with mom &amp; dad since he knows them too.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffffff" face=Georgia color=#ff99ff&gt;Everything is now cancelled. All meetings, all lunches...everything!!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffffff" face=Georgia color=#ff99ff&gt;Dave's diet is now soft food, nothing hot or hard. The stitches will be out in 10 days. The result for the absess will be out soon. Hopefully it's nothing. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffffff" face=Georgia color=#ff99ff&gt;Oh dear...my poor poor husband!! &lt;IMG src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/cry.png"&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffffff" face=Georgia color=#ff99ff&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffffff" face=Georgia color=#ff99ff&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffffff" color=#ff99ff size=2&gt; &lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20809846-4935919214745829078?l=zazaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zazaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/4935919214745829078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20809846&amp;postID=4935919214745829078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20809846/posts/default/4935919214745829078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20809846/posts/default/4935919214745829078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zazaontour.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-poor-poor-husband.html' title=' my poor poor husband!!!'/><author><name>zaza_on_tour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11900297616530360788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20809846.post-4378039080965770173</id><published>2008-04-15T04:45:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T08:45:42.036+04:00</updated><title type='text'>She's definitely not a brunette....</title><content type='html'>&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face="garamond, adobe garamond"&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;&lt;FONT color=#cc66cc&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: #813f62; FONT-FAMILY: 'Bookman Old Style','serif'"&gt;A f&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt; COLOR: maroon; FONT-FAMILY: 'Bookman Old Style','serif'"&gt;ew days ago&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: maroon; FONT-FAMILY: 'Bookman Old Style','serif'"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt; COLOR: maroon; FONT-FAMILY: 'Bookman Old Style','serif'"&gt;I was having some work done at my local garage. &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Tahoma','sans-serif'; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face="times, times new roman, serif"&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;&lt;FONT color=#cc66cc&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=EN-GB style="COLOR: maroon; FONT-FAMILY: 'Bookman Old Style','serif'; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: maroon; FONT-FAMILY: 'Bookman Old Style','serif'; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face="times, times new roman, serif"&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;&lt;FONT color=#cc66cc&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt; COLOR: maroon; FONT-FAMILY: 'Bookman Old Style','serif'"&gt;A blonde came in and asked&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: maroon; FONT-FAMILY: 'Bookman Old Style','serif'"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt; COLOR: maroon; FONT-FAMILY: 'Bookman Old Style','serif'"&gt;for a seven-hundred and ten.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face="times, times new roman, serif"&gt;&lt;FONT color=#cc66cc&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'"&gt; &lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 7.5pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'"&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: maroon; FONT-FAMILY: 'Bookman Old Style','serif'"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt; COLOR: maroon; FONT-FAMILY: 'Bookman Old Style','serif'"&gt;&lt;FONT face="times, times new roman, serif" color=#cc66cc size=2&gt;We all looked at each other and another customer asked,  'What is a seven-hundred and ten.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 7.5pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'"&gt;&lt;FONT face="times, times new roman, serif" color=#cc66cc size=2&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: maroon; FONT-FAMILY: 'Bookman Old Style','serif'"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;FONT face="times, times new roman, serif"&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;&lt;FONT color=#cc66cc&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt; COLOR: maroon; FONT-FAMILY: 'Bookman Old Style','serif'"&gt;She replied, 'You know, the little piece in the middle of the engine, &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Tahoma','sans-serif'; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt; COLOR: maroon; FONT-FAMILY: 'Bookman Old Style','serif'"&gt;&lt;FONT face="times, times new roman, serif" color=#cc66cc size=2&gt;I have lost it and need a new one..' &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 7.5pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'"&gt;&lt;FONT face="times, times new roman, serif" color=#cc66cc size=2&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: maroon; FONT-FAMILY: 'Bookman Old Style','serif'"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt; COLOR: maroon; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'"&gt;&lt;FONT face="times, times new roman, serif" color=#cc66cc size=2&gt;She replied that she did not know exactly what it was, but this piece had always been there.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;FONT face="times, times new roman, serif"&gt;&lt;FONT color=#cc66cc&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'"&gt; &lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 7.5pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'"&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: maroon; FONT-FAMILY: 'Bookman Old Style','serif'"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt; COLOR: maroon; FONT-FAMILY: 'Bookman Old Style','serif'"&gt;&lt;FONT face="times, times new roman, serif" color=#cc66cc size=2&gt;The mechanic gave her a piece of paper and a pen and asked her to draw what the piece looked like.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;FONT face="times, times new roman, serif"&gt;&lt;FONT color=#cc66cc&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'"&gt; &lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 7.5pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'"&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: maroon; FONT-FAMILY: 'Bookman Old Style','serif'"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;FONT face="times, times new roman, serif"&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;&lt;FONT color=#cc66cc&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt; COLOR: maroon; FONT-FAMILY: 'Bookman Old Style','serif'"&gt;She drew a circle and in the middle of it wrote &lt;U&gt;710&lt;/U&gt;. &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Tahoma','sans-serif'; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Tahoma','sans-serif'; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;FONT face="times, times new roman, serif"&gt;&lt;FONT color=#cc66cc&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face="times, times new roman, serif"&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;&lt;FONT color=#cc66cc&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt; COLOR: maroon; FONT-FAMILY: 'Bookman Old Style','serif'"&gt;He then took her over to another&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: maroon; FONT-FAMILY: 'Bookman Old Style','serif'"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt; COLOR: maroon; FONT-FAMILY: 'Bookman Old Style','serif'"&gt;car which had its hood up and asked 'is there a &lt;U&gt;710&lt;/U&gt; on this car?' &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 7.5pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'"&gt;&lt;FONT face="times, times new roman, serif" color=#cc66cc size=2&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: maroon; FONT-FAMILY: 'Bookman Old Style','serif'"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt; COLOR: maroon; FONT-FAMILY: 'Bookman Old Style','serif'"&gt;&lt;FONT face="times, times new roman, serif" color=#cc66cc size=2&gt;She pointed and said, 'Of course, its right there.' &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'"&gt;&lt;FONT face="times, times new roman, serif" color=#cc66cc size=2&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: maroon; FONT-FAMILY: 'Bookman Old Style','serif'"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;FONT face="times, times new roman, serif"&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt; COLOR: maroon; FONT-FAMILY: 'Bookman Old Style','serif'"&gt;&lt;FONT color=#cc66cc&gt;If you're not sure what a &lt;U&gt;710 &lt;/U&gt;is &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'"&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.hotautoweb.com/cogifs/710.jpg" target=_blank&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: #002f80; FONT-FAMILY: 'Bookman Old Style','serif'"&gt;&lt;U&gt;Click Here&lt;/U&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20809846-4378039080965770173?l=zazaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zazaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/4378039080965770173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20809846&amp;postID=4378039080965770173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20809846/posts/default/4378039080965770173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20809846/posts/default/4378039080965770173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zazaontour.blogspot.com/2008/04/she-definitely-not-brunette.html' title='She&amp;#39;s definitely not a brunette....'/><author><name>zaza_on_tour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11900297616530360788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20809846.post-796097214983674804</id><published>2008-04-15T04:41:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T08:41:40.974+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Appreciation</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="garamond, adobe garamond" color=#ff99ff size=3&gt;Ladies, next time when our husbands/partners complain to us about spending too much time and money on beauty, quote this to them!!!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="garamond, adobe garamond" color=#ff99ff size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&lt;FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif"&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff99ff&gt;&lt;SPAN style="COLOR: black; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;I was&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN style="COLOR: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#ff99ff size=3&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff99ff&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;walking down the street when I was accosted by a particularly dirty and shabby-looking homeless woman who asked me for a couple of pounds for some food. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;I got out my purse and took a ten pound note out and asked, 'If I give you this money, will you buy wine with it instead of food?' &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;'No, I had to stop drinking years ago', the homeless woman told me. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;'Will you use it to go shopping instead of buying food?' I asked. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;'No, I don't waste time shopping,' the homeless woman said.   'I need to spend all my time trying to stay alive.' &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;'Will you spend this in a beauty salon instead of food?' I asked. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;'Are you NUTS !' replied the homeless woman.  ' I haven't had &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman','serif'; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA"&gt;&lt;FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#ff99ff&gt;my hair done in 20 years!' &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;'Well,' I said, 'I'm not going to give you the money.   &lt;BR&gt;Instead, I'm going to take you out for dinner with my   &lt;BR&gt;husband and me tonight.' &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;The homeless woman was shocked. 'Won't your husband &lt;BR&gt;be furious with you for doing that? I know I'm dirty, and I probably smell pretty disgusting.' &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;I said, 'That's okay. It's important for him to see what a woman looks like after she has given up shopping, hair appointments, and wine.' &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR style="mso-special-character: line-break"&gt;&lt;BR style="mso-special-character: line-break"&gt;&lt;FONT face="garamond, adobe garamond"&gt;This was given by my father-in-law!!! Thanks Dad!! &lt;IMG src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/wink.png"&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20809846-796097214983674804?l=zazaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zazaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/796097214983674804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20809846&amp;postID=796097214983674804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20809846/posts/default/796097214983674804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20809846/posts/default/796097214983674804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zazaontour.blogspot.com/2008/04/appreciation.html' title='Appreciation'/><author><name>zaza_on_tour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11900297616530360788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20809846.post-7353049314907445327</id><published>2008-04-06T04:39:00.001+04:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T09:03:22.544+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't think I want to fly with them lot.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia, times new roman, times, serif;color:#ffccff;"&gt;I qoute from a local paper here:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia, times new roman, times, serif;color:#ffccff;"&gt;"The nose is said to be the quietest part of an aeroplane. For this reason, those lucky or wealthy enough to fly first or business class sit towards the front of the aircraft and are well placed to make a sharp exit upon disembarkation while all hell breaks lose behind them. But the serene status of the nose could now be under threat from big mouths - namely those of business bods who are, quite literally, unable to switch off.&lt;br /&gt;On March 20, Dubai’s very own Emirates Airline became the world’s first carrier to launch an inflight mobile telephone service. The AeroMobile system Emirates had installed allows mobile phones to operate at minimum power and thus not interfere with the aircraft. Two weeks after that landmark call at 30,000 feet en route to Casablanca, do frequent flyers want the airline to dial it again?&lt;br /&gt;It would appear so. Earlier this week, Jazeera Airways followed suit, announcing it would launch the OnAir inflight mobile service, enabling voice calls, SMS and GPRS later this year. The service “will be available to all passengers at rates similar to international roaming charges”, said Jazeera chairman and CEO Marwan Boodai.&lt;br /&gt;Oman Air has wasted no time launching itself into Jazeera’s wake, pledging to fit seven of its new aircraft with OnAir, which will also enable mobiles and Blackberry-type devices to send and receive emails, when delivered next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silence is golden and talk is cheap (though perhaps not at international premium rates), but if you are riled at the prospect of the person next to you barking into their mobile when you can’t move out of earshot, bear in mind that the measures have been taken in response to passengers’ wishes - in the Middle East at least.&lt;br /&gt;A study released late last year by market research firm YouGovSiraj found that 47 per cent of regional business travellers questioned wanted complete freedom to use mobiles on board a flight. A further 24 per cent wanted specially designated areas where phones could be used. Interestingly, the results directly contradicted findings in a poll carried out in the UK, where just 16 per cent of respondents said they were in favour of mobile usage on planes and 56 per cent were against it.&lt;br /&gt;“This may be because travellers in this region do not use trains as they do in markets such as the UK where on-board mobile etiquette has become an issue and special quiet zones have been created,” said Jane Wilson, director of travel and tourism research at YouGovSiraj. Coffee shops, cinemas... and now aeroplanes - it seems all public spaces are fair game for the conversation hunter.&lt;br /&gt;But a crumb of comfort for those not wishing to be privy to their neighbours’ business comes with the news that not all airlines think the idea is a winner for the time being. “We don’t have any plans to introduce mobiles on our aircraft in the near future,” a spokesperson from Etihad Airways told 7DAYS. “We’re not getting any indication from our customers at this point that this is something they are crying out for.&lt;br /&gt;“Our focus groups have told us that passengers want the facility to be able to make a call should it be absolutely necessary - and we provide this - but do we really want to provide an environment where people who are phone-junkies talk on their phones the duration of a flight?” the spokesperson asked.&lt;br /&gt;British Airways also said it “will be led by customer feedback” on the matter. So there you have it. If you’re a nervous flyer who just wants a bit of calm up in the clouds, now is your chance to speak out."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia, times new roman, times, serif;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia, times new roman, times, serif;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Now... I see a lot of air rage on the way??&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/wink.png" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20809846-7353049314907445327?l=zazaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zazaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/7353049314907445327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20809846&amp;postID=7353049314907445327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20809846/posts/default/7353049314907445327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20809846/posts/default/7353049314907445327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zazaontour.blogspot.com/2008/04/don-think-i-want-to-fly-with-them-lot.html' title='Don&amp;#39;t think I want to fly with them lot.....'/><author><name>zaza_on_tour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11900297616530360788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20809846.post-169333200347925139</id><published>2008-03-13T08:23:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T08:42:26.073+04:00</updated><title type='text'>~ Reality or part of a movie? ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2d9neXx9npo/R9itSI52ZlI/AAAAAAAAAIU/6SKcw4iHRMQ/s1600-h/12_nt_accident1_4.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177078298801759826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2d9neXx9npo/R9itSI52ZlI/AAAAAAAAAIU/6SKcw4iHRMQ/s320/12_nt_accident1_4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2d9neXx9npo/R9itSY52ZmI/AAAAAAAAAIc/48bJk9MfR0k/s1600-h/11_ae_ghantootcrash3_sp_5.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177078303096727138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2d9neXx9npo/R9itSY52ZmI/AAAAAAAAAIc/48bJk9MfR0k/s320/11_ae_ghantootcrash3_sp_5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2d9neXx9npo/R9itSo52ZnI/AAAAAAAAAIk/rX597MxGh48/s1600-h/11_ae_ghantootcrash_sp_5.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177078307391694450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2d9neXx9npo/R9itSo52ZnI/AAAAAAAAAIk/rX597MxGh48/s320/11_ae_ghantootcrash_sp_5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2d9neXx9npo/R9itSo52ZoI/AAAAAAAAAIs/4OWqSh_Jw3E/s1600-h/11_ae_accident_gantoot01_5.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177078307391694466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2d9neXx9npo/R9itSo52ZoI/AAAAAAAAAIs/4OWqSh_Jw3E/s320/11_ae_accident_gantoot01_5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2d9neXx9npo/R9itSo52ZpI/AAAAAAAAAI0/XjSSZ1DB-XA/s1600-h/11_ae_accident_yasir3_gn_5.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177078307391694482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2d9neXx9npo/R9itSo52ZpI/AAAAAAAAAI0/XjSSZ1DB-XA/s320/11_ae_accident_yasir3_gn_5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;These pictures courtesy of Gulf News.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To all my fans worldwide, 2 days ago, there was a major disastor in UAE. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;200 car pile up of which 3 died, 347 injured and 25 cars went up in flames!!! As you can see from the pictures above, visibily was poor that morning as all other mornings. But on that fateful morning, you can only see up to 10 m.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The accident occured on the highway of Abu Dhabi to Dubai. Nearer to Abu Dhabi in a area they named Ghantoot. I remember passing that area so many times coming over to Dubai. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh well... it became talk of the town. It still is. Even at home. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"That is the reason I bought that 4 wheel drive for you. I don't trust the other drivers out there!!" says my darling husband!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh well...I thought you guys should know.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Right then back to work.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;xx&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20809846-169333200347925139?l=zazaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zazaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/169333200347925139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20809846&amp;postID=169333200347925139' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20809846/posts/default/169333200347925139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20809846/posts/default/169333200347925139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zazaontour.blogspot.com/2008/03/reality-or-part-of-movie.html' title='~ Reality or part of a movie? ~'/><author><name>zaza_on_tour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11900297616530360788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2d9neXx9npo/R9itSI52ZlI/AAAAAAAAAIU/6SKcw4iHRMQ/s72-c/12_nt_accident1_4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20809846.post-6400303574774173130</id><published>2008-01-14T16:22:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T16:49:16.816+04:00</updated><title type='text'>~ Silent Dubai!! ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It is officially a public holiday today. Nope, it is not due to religion or someone's death...it is due to the arrival of bushman and his entourage!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;See, this is the funny bit. All the slip roads leading to main busy Dubai was shut down yesterday. It was major traffic jam, seriously major!! An ordinary trip from Karama to World Trade Centre would normally take 15 minutes....it took 2 bloody hours yesterday!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Plus the rain ( rain in the middle east??!!! seriously global warming, I tell you!!!)..... equals NOT GOOD!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;At first, they decided that them coppers are going to escort the school students this morning. Then they changed their mind, declaring that today will be a PUBLIC HOLIDAY!!!! They must have thought "it is utterly ridiculous to escort them students coz they range from primary to uni. " Seriously, I mean, how many coppers do they need???!!!! ALOT!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For those who have never been to Sheikh Zayed Road, Dubai, let me paint a picture for you. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On a normal day, SZR is NEVER quiet. Imagine, Orchard Road Singapore. Imagine New York. Imagine Hong Kong. Imagine, imagine, imagine...ok ok you get my drift.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;See, how SZR looks today, at 1.30pm courtesy of a mate of mine who stays at SZR.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2d9neXx9npo/R4tUqMYO4HI/AAAAAAAAAHA/4u5aYFyLtrI/s1600-h/IMG_1621_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155307282309767282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2d9neXx9npo/R4tUqMYO4HI/AAAAAAAAAHA/4u5aYFyLtrI/s320/IMG_1621_1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; note: the dark gloomy sky not bright on a mid-afternoon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2d9neXx9npo/R4tUqcYO4II/AAAAAAAAAHI/ETMOvIPRiWw/s1600-h/IMG_1622_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155307286604734594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2d9neXx9npo/R4tUqcYO4II/AAAAAAAAAHI/ETMOvIPRiWw/s320/IMG_1622_1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;WWWUUUAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let's see...what will be the right word? GHOSTLY!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All for him??!!! hhhmmm.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Apparently, when the city shuts down, the lost of productivity for this wonderful state is AED300 million!!! = USD 100 mill!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;I am so glad I am no longer working in the hospitality industry anymore. Can you imagine all the hassle? Ranging from the airport to the hotels....What a 'kefarfle'!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On the other hand, if they don't have this proper extremely tight security, I seriously DON'T want to be bombed!!! I don't want to DIE!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh well.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ho hum...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20809846-6400303574774173130?l=zazaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zazaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/6400303574774173130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20809846&amp;postID=6400303574774173130' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20809846/posts/default/6400303574774173130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20809846/posts/default/6400303574774173130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zazaontour.blogspot.com/2008/01/silent-dubai.html' title='~ Silent Dubai!! ~'/><author><name>zaza_on_tour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11900297616530360788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2d9neXx9npo/R4tUqMYO4HI/AAAAAAAAAHA/4u5aYFyLtrI/s72-c/IMG_1621_1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20809846.post-5648446341211910812</id><published>2008-01-01T18:07:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T18:38:15.592+04:00</updated><title type='text'>~Goodbye 2007, Hello 2008~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2d9neXx9npo/R3pO_cYO4FI/AAAAAAAAAGw/8c6DhBMaMbk/s1600-h/DSC03960.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150515975708139602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2d9neXx9npo/R3pO_cYO4FI/AAAAAAAAAGw/8c6DhBMaMbk/s320/DSC03960.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mr &amp;amp; Mrs C&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2d9neXx9npo/R3pO_sYO4GI/AAAAAAAAAG4/pWF4G5HSvRI/s1600-h/DSC03982.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150515980003106914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2d9neXx9npo/R3pO_sYO4GI/AAAAAAAAAG4/pWF4G5HSvRI/s320/DSC03982.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am still here people!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How was your new year's celebration yesterday? Mine was really posh. And we didn't even pay for any of it!! Ok, I tell a lie, paid for the cab fare. Actually, not even when you think about it. See, Dave got the gig last night as a DJ. So, we gotta mingle with some of the really loaded people of Dubai yesterday night.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I remember welcoming 2007 in Bangkok, comtemplating whether should go out since the news we got after landing was there were bomb blasts in Bangkok!! Remember that time?? Hhhmm...can't believe a year has gone past.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am now married and no longer flying. I love what I do now.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So, I don't wish to say anything else...got my eye on footie as I am typing this.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have, however, posted a couple of pictures of last night.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy New Year Everyone!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20809846-5648446341211910812?l=zazaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zazaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/5648446341211910812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20809846&amp;postID=5648446341211910812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20809846/posts/default/5648446341211910812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20809846/posts/default/5648446341211910812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zazaontour.blogspot.com/2008/01/goodbye-2007-hello-2008.html' title='~Goodbye 2007, Hello 2008~'/><author><name>zaza_on_tour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11900297616530360788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2d9neXx9npo/R3pO_cYO4FI/AAAAAAAAAGw/8c6DhBMaMbk/s72-c/DSC03960.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20809846.post-2005707007170086563</id><published>2007-12-04T09:33:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T09:57:34.709+04:00</updated><title type='text'>~goodbye rugby exiles~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2d9neXx9npo/R1TongMBZrI/AAAAAAAAAGI/FsORtuyP-aY/s1600-R/DSC03653.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139988840089478834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2d9neXx9npo/R1TongMBZrI/AAAAAAAAAGI/i4UWcNKcrms/s320/DSC03653.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt; me n ma man in the pitch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2d9neXx9npo/R1TooQMBZsI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/spDEXtQufGI/s1600-R/DSC03673.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139988852974380738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2d9neXx9npo/R1TooQMBZsI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/M650WMw3O5o/s320/DSC03673.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;with the aussie cheerleaders&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2d9neXx9npo/R1ToogMBZtI/AAAAAAAAAGY/G4Az2ibk02s/s1600-R/DSC03676.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139988857269348050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2d9neXx9npo/R1ToogMBZtI/AAAAAAAAAGY/STs2zcC4_6k/s320/DSC03676.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; being ms saigon with lovita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2d9neXx9npo/R1TopQMBZuI/AAAAAAAAAGg/G8210V89CF4/s1600-R/DSC03736.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139988870154249954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2d9neXx9npo/R1TopQMBZuI/AAAAAAAAAGg/xD6TrmLwjTU/s320/DSC03736.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; the kiwis won&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2d9neXx9npo/R1TopwMBZvI/AAAAAAAAAGo/VRgEIIgLiKA/s1600-R/DSC03787.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139988878744184562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2d9neXx9npo/R1TopwMBZvI/AAAAAAAAAGo/fTRmsBade8g/s320/DSC03787.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; me and the boyz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;And so that was the end of the annual Dubai Rugby 7s. Held every year for the last 38 years!!! And they wanted that piece of land for housing. What can we do? It is their patch of land.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Ho hum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Next year will be held on a different ground.  Can't wait. I've seen the model. It's very glam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Anyway, after all that rugby and hot boyz with really hotnezz bodzzz..... it's where everyone went to party!!! I know you ask why didn't I take any pictures with any of them rugby boyz? Well, I tell ya!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;I gotta maintain the fact that I didn't really care bout them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;My husband is there.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;So.....hee hee..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Anyway, enjoy them photos..I know I did!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Looking forward to Dave's Christmas Hypno Show!! Lots of preparation still yet to be done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Byeeeeeeeeeeeeee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20809846-2005707007170086563?l=zazaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zazaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/2005707007170086563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20809846&amp;postID=2005707007170086563' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20809846/posts/default/2005707007170086563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20809846/posts/default/2005707007170086563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zazaontour.blogspot.com/2007/12/goodbye-rugby-exiles.html' title='~goodbye rugby exiles~'/><author><name>zaza_on_tour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11900297616530360788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2d9neXx9npo/R1TongMBZrI/AAAAAAAAAGI/i4UWcNKcrms/s72-c/DSC03653.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20809846.post-3322779491249306529</id><published>2007-12-03T10:36:00.001+04:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T10:36:16.839+04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Haka</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/e2y9A36GDhI' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/e2y9A36GDhI'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I loike!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20809846-3322779491249306529?l=zazaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zazaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/3322779491249306529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20809846&amp;postID=3322779491249306529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20809846/posts/default/3322779491249306529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20809846/posts/default/3322779491249306529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zazaontour.blogspot.com/2007/12/haka.html' title='The Haka'/><author><name>zaza_on_tour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11900297616530360788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20809846.post-5554685129895053654</id><published>2007-11-14T13:47:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T13:56:43.780+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Press Conference</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2d9neXx9npo/RzrFPsiTrfI/AAAAAAAAAFw/-1QabkZxj8k/s1600-h/DSC03219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132631598785867250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2d9neXx9npo/RzrFPsiTrfI/AAAAAAAAAFw/-1QabkZxj8k/s320/DSC03219.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2d9neXx9npo/RzrFQciTrgI/AAAAAAAAAF4/12FollI5jv8/s1600-h/DSC03233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132631611670769154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2d9neXx9npo/RzrFQciTrgI/AAAAAAAAAF4/12FollI5jv8/s320/DSC03233.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2d9neXx9npo/RzrFQ8iTrhI/AAAAAAAAAGA/s8zhweu-tzk/s1600-h/DSC03248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132631620260703762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2d9neXx9npo/RzrFQ8iTrhI/AAAAAAAAAGA/s8zhweu-tzk/s320/DSC03248.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is the beginning for our future. This is the press conference to tell the whole UAE of Dave's upcoming CD called&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Now that's what I call Hypnosis - The Dave Crane Experience"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is the most grooviest cd you can ever own to chill out, to boost yourself up and be much more.The cd will be in the market end of this month, according to EMI.Just in time for the Christmas market.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So anyway, the press conference was held at the Radisson SAS Dubai Media City at the Senso Pool Area. Not the typical press conference of just answering questions or explaining what the CD is all about, Dave decided to get all the reporters to actually experience it themselves!!! What a genius!!! That way they write better, through experience.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;These are taken from our little digital camera. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Once it's out, I will upload what they wrote in the press...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So, for the time being, enjoy these...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm so proud of you honey!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love you!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;xx&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20809846-5554685129895053654?l=zazaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zazaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/5554685129895053654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20809846&amp;postID=5554685129895053654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20809846/posts/default/5554685129895053654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20809846/posts/default/5554685129895053654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zazaontour.blogspot.com/2007/11/press-conference.html' title='Press Conference'/><author><name>zaza_on_tour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11900297616530360788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2d9neXx9npo/RzrFPsiTrfI/AAAAAAAAAFw/-1QabkZxj8k/s72-c/DSC03219.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20809846.post-141426678161793790</id><published>2007-11-09T19:43:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T20:08:38.430+04:00</updated><title type='text'>My 30th</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2d9neXx9npo/RzSEN6d9FlI/AAAAAAAAAFo/oLgw_27EKB8/s1600-h/DSC03180.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I turned 30 last wednesday!!! And these are some of what I got from my husband!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2d9neXx9npo/RzSDRKd9FhI/AAAAAAAAAFI/jpaxBtt0Zic/s1600-h/DSC03176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130870206372845074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2d9neXx9npo/RzSDRKd9FhI/AAAAAAAAAFI/jpaxBtt0Zic/s320/DSC03176.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nokia E61i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2d9neXx9npo/RzSDRqd9FiI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/_q1dScqDl6A/s1600-h/DSC03178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130870214962779682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2d9neXx9npo/RzSDRqd9FiI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/_q1dScqDl6A/s320/DSC03178.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Motorola ear-piece, for safe driving&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2d9neXx9npo/RzSDR6d9FjI/AAAAAAAAAFY/mzewxrIc9NY/s1600-h/DSC03180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130870219257746994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2d9neXx9npo/RzSDR6d9FjI/AAAAAAAAAFY/mzewxrIc9NY/s320/DSC03180.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The card from my husband&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2d9neXx9npo/RzSDSKd9FkI/AAAAAAAAAFg/_j95upmggEY/s1600-h/DSC03181.JPG"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130870223552714306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2d9neXx9npo/RzSDSKd9FkI/AAAAAAAAAFg/_j95upmggEY/s320/DSC03181.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thank you darling!!! I love you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mushy?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Too bad. It is MY blog!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;xx&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20809846-141426678161793790?l=zazaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zazaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/141426678161793790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20809846&amp;postID=141426678161793790' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20809846/posts/default/141426678161793790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20809846/posts/default/141426678161793790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zazaontour.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-30th.html' title='My 30th'/><author><name>zaza_on_tour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11900297616530360788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2d9neXx9npo/RzSDRKd9FhI/AAAAAAAAAFI/jpaxBtt0Zic/s72-c/DSC03176.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20809846.post-2570555765151024604</id><published>2007-11-04T23:01:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T23:09:37.880+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;It's Dave's birthday today. We didn't go out celebrating as it is a weekday and he's got BNI tomorrow... So basically it was a lazy hanging out at home day. Well, not really. It's his reply all emails day, what he missed out since he was in Bahrain for a gig the last 2 days....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;So anyway, woke up late as slept late, make breakie, answered all emails, cleaned up the pc ( still in the process ) and cooked his favourite Thai Green Chicken Curry with veg ( a must ) for lunch-cum-dinner. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I told him to bring the camera down, he forgot. I forgot so...sorry no pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;What did he get you asked? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;A brand-spanking new laptop, since he accidently poured liquid all over it just before ;ast weekend. And some gadgets. Men and their gadgets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I think I'm alright with the wifey thing.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Happy Birthday again darling!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20809846-2570555765151024604?l=zazaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zazaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/2570555765151024604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20809846&amp;postID=2570555765151024604' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20809846/posts/default/2570555765151024604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20809846/posts/default/2570555765151024604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zazaontour.blogspot.com/2007/11/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday!!'/><author><name>zaza_on_tour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11900297616530360788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20809846.post-8309658140756823444</id><published>2007-10-28T14:20:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T14:40:35.481+04:00</updated><title type='text'>~ Dubai Desert Rhythm Festival 2007 ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2d9neXx9npo/RyRjz0rF40I/AAAAAAAAAEo/fjXSeJ-kpT0/s1600-h/PIC_0037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126332017818329922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2d9neXx9npo/RyRjz0rF40I/AAAAAAAAAEo/fjXSeJ-kpT0/s320/PIC_0037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;~ziggy marley~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2d9neXx9npo/RyRj1UrF41I/AAAAAAAAAEw/JRfBQwHY3Is/s1600-h/PIC_0105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126332043588133714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2d9neXx9npo/RyRj1UrF41I/AAAAAAAAAEw/JRfBQwHY3Is/s320/PIC_0105.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; ~joss stone~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2d9neXx9npo/RyRj_0rF43I/AAAAAAAAAFA/fh2VSFSNBWA/s1600-h/PIC_0072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126332223976760178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2d9neXx9npo/RyRj_0rF43I/AAAAAAAAAFA/fh2VSFSNBWA/s320/PIC_0072.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~kanye west~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There it is...the big event that happened the last couple of days. To view the whole load of pictures and videos, keep track of my multiply.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you ask me, the best performance was by Kanye West (pronounced Con-yay). Mika was entertaining too. Joss Stone, she's just a great soul bird. Very shy though, still very I mean VERY young.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh well.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have to do my birthday invitations now.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;still tired...need a massage!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20809846-8309658140756823444?l=zazaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zazaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/8309658140756823444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20809846&amp;postID=8309658140756823444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20809846/posts/default/8309658140756823444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20809846/posts/default/8309658140756823444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zazaontour.blogspot.com/2007/10/dubai-desert-rhythm-festival-2007.html' title='~ Dubai Desert Rhythm Festival 2007 ~'/><author><name>zaza_on_tour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11900297616530360788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2d9neXx9npo/RyRjz0rF40I/AAAAAAAAAEo/fjXSeJ-kpT0/s72-c/PIC_0037.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20809846.post-3161193269382711620</id><published>2007-10-25T13:54:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T14:22:59.820+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy...super duperly busy</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Ever since it was Eid, things have been really buzzing by!! That is kinda the 'tradition' here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Let's see, what are the big events coming up!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dubai Desert Rhythm Festival - 26th &amp;amp; 27th October&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Artists&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Madness&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ziggy Marley&lt;br /&gt;Kanye West&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joss Stone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Black Violin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Leanne&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Helena&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Arash &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Abri&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Since Dave is in charge of the in-between big acts to keep the crowd entertained, ie competitions, dancers and djs, we got the all access pass ie BACKSTAGE PASS!!! Of course, my peeps, I will be posting all the videos and photos the chance I get!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Motivational Training - 30th October&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;At this really cool and funky hotel, for their staff. So right now, I'm busy preparing all the books for them. Not only that, we have to shoot off toFujairah that same evening for Dave's after dinner speech. The good thing, we are going to stay overnight. We are going to be really wiped out to drive back, really....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bahrain Gig - Speedcar Series&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I won't be going there. I have to stay in Dubai to chase up on payments and my visa!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh well, they have another one coming up in Dubai. hehe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then the biggest event of them lot is&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OUR BIRTHDAYS!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;See my birthday is 3 days after Dave's. And this year will be pretty special as it will be our big 0, as in 30th and 40th!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I thought of having it large.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've got a couple days to decide. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hehehe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Like I say.... busy busy busy!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;byeeeeeeeee&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20809846-3161193269382711620?l=zazaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zazaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/3161193269382711620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20809846&amp;postID=3161193269382711620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20809846/posts/default/3161193269382711620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20809846/posts/default/3161193269382711620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zazaontour.blogspot.com/2007/10/busysuper-duperly-busy.html' title='Busy...super duperly busy'/><author><name>zaza_on_tour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11900297616530360788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20809846.post-2920028242673912869</id><published>2007-10-14T10:33:00.001+04:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T11:17:46.643+04:00</updated><title type='text'>...and so..the froggies are out!!...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;OOoohhh...I think yesterday was THE BEST DAY OF THIS MONTH!!! ( technically I cannot &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;say of this year since I got married AND went to Maldives for my honeymoon, so I think this month is good enough)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Let me share my wonderful day....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I got up on my own at 6.30am WITHOUT THE ALARM CLOCK!! Went to the beach with the doggies.... came back home and call my parents since it was EID yesterday!!! Drove all the way to Abu Dhabi as Suzanna's parents are in town for this special occasion. Oh...I had the lovely traditional eid dishes like &lt;em&gt;ketupat, sayor lodeh, sambal goreng, rendang, ayam masak merah, popiah goreng, kuih tart etc &lt;/em&gt;mmmm...drooling now..and the best bit, Dave likes them too!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Then we head down to Chelsea Hotel in Dubai to watch England trash Estonia 3-0! Ok, so Estonia was a tad crap and England wasn't that great esp the 2nd half...it was like they were wasting time by passing the ball to one another and "hey if we score a goal yeah if not yeah we've already won!!!" Didn't enjoy footie that much....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Then we headed down to Irish Village...bought the drinkies, got some cushions..and chilled out at the make-shift tent and waited til 10.45 when England scored at less than 2 minutes!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Seriously, I thought that France would have trashed England easily....Oh well...I thought wrong didn't I????!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;WE BEAT THE FROGGIES 14-9 AT THEIR OWN BACKYARD!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Aaaahhhh.......success....it sure is damn sweet!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121083458809309634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2d9neXx9npo/RxG-Ret1KcI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Ncm_gX7njq4/s320/3074695246-rugby-union-irb-rugby-world-cup-2007-semi-final-england.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Au revoir!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20809846-2920028242673912869?l=zazaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zazaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/2920028242673912869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20809846&amp;postID=2920028242673912869' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20809846/posts/default/2920028242673912869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20809846/posts/default/2920028242673912869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zazaontour.blogspot.com/2007/10/and-sothe-froggies-are-out.html' title='...and so..the froggies are out!!...'/><author><name>zaza_on_tour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11900297616530360788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2d9neXx9npo/RxG-Ret1KcI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Ncm_gX7njq4/s72-c/3074695246-rugby-union-irb-rugby-world-cup-2007-semi-final-england.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20809846.post-4458224893298195282</id><published>2007-10-07T19:12:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T19:15:22.822+04:00</updated><title type='text'>...them SAss....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;37-20!! To SA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;That's the score!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Argentina vs Scotland later....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;ho ho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Oh btw, finally got the cd of the wedding from one of our photographers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be patient...will post it tomorrow when Dave's at work!! hee hee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20809846-4458224893298195282?l=zazaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zazaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/4458224893298195282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20809846&amp;postID=4458224893298195282' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20809846/posts/default/4458224893298195282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20809846/posts/default/4458224893298195282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zazaontour.blogspot.com/2007/10/them-sass.html' title='...them SAss....'/><author><name>zaza_on_tour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11900297616530360788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20809846.post-7075748659321766430</id><published>2007-10-07T10:27:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T10:34:47.178+04:00</updated><title type='text'>...and we're off....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Did you watch it? Did ya???!!! Last night on tele??? Did you watch it???&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The rugby match!! What in the world did you think I was on about???&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OOOhhhh...I'm ssooo happy!!! We beat the Aussies 12-10!! aaahhh!!! Sorry mate!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And we're off to the quarter finals! Which I thought will be against the All Blacks, I mean who wouldn't rite? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That is until we watch the French team fought and won their match against the All Blacks!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So there... we'll be playing against the french team next week!! On eid!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ho hum.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh btw, sorry about that Nadia, Azri &amp;amp; Damien ( hey welcome to the family!) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We're off to the quarter finals!! Yeah!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hehe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;xoxo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20809846-7075748659321766430?l=zazaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zazaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/7075748659321766430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20809846&amp;postID=7075748659321766430' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20809846/posts/default/7075748659321766430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20809846/posts/default/7075748659321766430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zazaontour.blogspot.com/2007/10/and-were-off.html' title='...and we&apos;re off....'/><author><name>zaza_on_tour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11900297616530360788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20809846.post-6869996169196306120</id><published>2007-10-01T10:30:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T11:05:13.270+04:00</updated><title type='text'>...foot-loose....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We're giving the rented car back tomorrow. Having had it for a month, I sure will be missing it. The reason for the rented vehicle was the family was over. And there was no point to renting it for only a couple of weeks as it turned out to be more expensive.  Now that they've left, actually a while back, the time has come.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tell you something though, having the car all to myself was heaven!! I could go anywhere whenever I wanted. The only person really happy is of course none other than my husband. Having to drive a tiny puny car for the last month, he sure miss the Prado.  The reason me telling you this is coz, I have to cut my hair. It's getting too long now for me. It's up to my arse!! And it's been an arse!! (",) But I don't know of any hairdresser to call mine. All these years, I've had them, my hair, done when I flew to Asia like Jakarta, Bangkok, Manila or Kuala Lumpur.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OMG!! Dave just rang. Talk bout coincidences. He just told me that a hairdresser's meeting with him tomorrow, business. And that perhaps I can go to her/his shop tomorrow!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Peace always everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20809846-6869996169196306120?l=zazaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zazaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/6869996169196306120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20809846&amp;postID=6869996169196306120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20809846/posts/default/6869996169196306120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20809846/posts/default/6869996169196306120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zazaontour.blogspot.com/2007/10/foot-loose.html' title='...foot-loose....'/><author><name>zaza_on_tour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11900297616530360788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20809846.post-7605425447270431140</id><published>2007-09-21T19:59:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T20:05:28.477+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to life...back to reality</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well then.....We're back in Sandland now after 6 wonderful days in paradise...it's kinda hard to adjust back to reality. Oh, the bad news is that I was sick the last 2 days there!! Dave says I probably got sunstroke??!! Yah sure!! It's not like I've not sun-tanned before in my life. Ok, sure, never naked in my 'own' pool. Still!!! I think it's all down to the simple ailment called 'influenza'!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yeah! The bloody beginning of it where all your bones ache!! Yup. Poor Dave though. Had to run up and down the suite so many times to get stuff for me!! Ah...so sweet!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now then I am feeling better. Back to life. Emails to follow up. Companies to bin!! OBGYN to meet!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh well... back to reality!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;xoxo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20809846-7605425447270431140?l=zazaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zazaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/7605425447270431140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20809846&amp;postID=7605425447270431140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20809846/posts/default/7605425447270431140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20809846/posts/default/7605425447270431140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zazaontour.blogspot.com/2007/09/back-to-lifeback-to-reality.html' title='Back to life...back to reality'/><author><name>zaza_on_tour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11900297616530360788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20809846.post-9069516632739289557</id><published>2007-09-18T09:34:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T09:53:44.452+04:00</updated><title type='text'>...what's the deal?....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My my, it's been a long time since I've posted anything. Too long, some might say. Rest assured that I'm not DEAD, which would be kinda wrong then since I'm here typing this!! No, no. Just been busy with my life. Which by the waym HAS MOVED ON!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let's see....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh! The wedding at home. That was a success!! Although, I came to find out that someone has been reading and following what I've written and was hurt with what I've wrote!! That certain someone told the family and so had decided NOT to turn up at my wedding. Although that certain some was very close to me. I was dissapointed at the fact that that certain someone really seriously has not got the balls to call me or email me to ask to clarify what I meant. Seriously. Or maybe...I wasn't special to that certain someone at all!! I'm so definitely sure that this certain someone will read this at some point. To this certain someone, the least you could have done or I was really expecting a nasty sms or call from you!! NOthing!! Whatever then huh?!! On the other hand, the whole celebration was sooo much fun!! All my family turned up!! My favourite ones stayed behind til late!! Thank you all!! Hey, all family's got politics huh??!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Came back to sandland and finished the last month of flying!! Although there were some days where I can't be arsed to go, I just went sick!! haha. I have left my company now. The only thing left to do is to hand in my passport to cancel my work visa. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I had another celebration here in Dubai recently. For all my close friends here. That one was very personal and emotional for me. It was a beautiful event. Thanks to Dave Cattanach who allowed the whole ceremony to be held at The Cellar. Lots of tears from everyone there. Oh no!! NOt of sadness but of joy!! Then we headed down to out favourite hangout - Checkers!! Yeah!! Oh, I was naughty at one point. I forgot that I had a 4 year old child at that point and that I was wearing .....never mind!!  What ever!! Those who came, thank you and I'm sure you had fun!! Those who didn't...well I suppose you're off my friends list!! hhmmm...where's the organiser!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In Maldives now. I know I know!!! Let it be ok? A secret! Got upgraded to the Presidental Suite!! Own pool!! 2 floors!! hhmm...can't get better!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ok ok...gotto go!! Dave's called me for some skinny dipping at oh yes our OWN BLOODY PRIVATE POOL....maybe to the jacuzzi too later?? hee hee....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Enjoy Life everyone!! I know I Bloody well am!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Miss you loads!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;xoxoxoxoxo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20809846-9069516632739289557?l=zazaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zazaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/9069516632739289557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20809846&amp;postID=9069516632739289557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20809846/posts/default/9069516632739289557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20809846/posts/default/9069516632739289557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zazaontour.blogspot.com/2007/09/whats-deal.html' title='...what&apos;s the deal?....'/><author><name>zaza_on_tour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11900297616530360788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20809846.post-2368371863780771547</id><published>2007-08-08T03:24:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T03:32:51.689+04:00</updated><title type='text'>change</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I wanted to change some things round.  Now that I am in Paris...I ditched the whole crew after promising to join them for a comp drink at the bar, I turned on my laptop to serve the internet which I get for free since I am the Cabin Manager. So I checked my mail. I went to my pickkies site and changed that. Went to my connections site. Tried to change that but couldn't, under maintainance.  Will try again after this. And I thought I'd change my blog. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Off all colours....to plain black!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Actually the plan was to change it to some other cool backpage like the one I had before. But now that blogger has upgraded their version, I couldn't do what I had planned to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;So here I am, in bed, still in my uniform blouse, full make-up and hair typing this darn thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;At first I thought I lost all my blogs when I couldn't see what I used to write. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Silly me. I forgot that my fonts used to be BLACK!!! ddduuhhhh....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;So now, I have to change them bloody colours... til I can't be arsed anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;So there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;aaaarrrggghhhh....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20809846-2368371863780771547?l=zazaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zazaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/2368371863780771547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20809846&amp;postID=2368371863780771547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20809846/posts/default/2368371863780771547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20809846/posts/default/2368371863780771547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zazaontour.blogspot.com/2007/08/change.html' title='change'/><author><name>zaza_on_tour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11900297616530360788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20809846.post-1625680290162251135</id><published>2007-08-05T11:56:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T03:14:51.769+04:00</updated><title type='text'>...baCk to wORk...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After 3 weeks of holiday plus 2 days off plus 3 sick days...I am officially back to work. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For now.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Til the end of the month.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wait and see.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love you all.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;xoxo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20809846-1625680290162251135?l=zazaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zazaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/1625680290162251135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20809846&amp;postID=1625680290162251135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20809846/posts/default/1625680290162251135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20809846/posts/default/1625680290162251135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zazaontour.blogspot.com/2007/08/back-to-work.html' title='...baCk to wORk...'/><author><name>zaza_on_tour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11900297616530360788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20809846.post-2442748933322395660</id><published>2007-08-01T11:00:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T03:16:47.037+04:00</updated><title type='text'>DOne and dusted</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well well....it seems that my blog has insulted and hurt some family members who happened to stumble into the site. The result is that they didn't turn up even though they were pretty close to me and those who did were extremely rude to my parents who have nothing to do with all of these. To my defense all I'm gonna say is that what I wrote was how I felt before. I still don't understand why the 'affected' people have yet to ask me directly why I wrote what I wrote. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aaahhhh!!!! Family politics!! Really fed up of them!! See, the whole problem I see is that the rumours are so blown up but no one is bothered enough to bring it up! Ok pardon me, not bothered is such a wrong word, hhhmmmm "don't know where to start and don't want to hurt anyone else any further" is more like it. Actually more for me. Don't know bout anyone else. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHATEVER!!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Finally got home. Now is the boring part where Mummies come in handy.... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;UNPACKING &amp;amp; LAUNDRY.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hhhmmmpppffff&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gotto go. The a/c man is coming and the room looks like a ship-wreck.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh yah..multiply is now blocked in UAE. What bastards!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;xoxo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20809846-2442748933322395660?l=zazaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zazaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/2442748933322395660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20809846&amp;postID=2442748933322395660' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20809846/posts/default/2442748933322395660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20809846/posts/default/2442748933322395660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zazaontour.blogspot.com/2007/08/done-and-dusted.html' title='DOne and dusted'/><author><name>zaza_on_tour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11900297616530360788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20809846.post-6067136912687436224</id><published>2007-07-15T16:35:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T03:17:30.045+04:00</updated><title type='text'>...just married....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have to make this announcement. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am officially married now. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am now someone's wife. Huh. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I feel great. Really.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can't type anymore. Will do that once all is settled.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;With pictures.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Promise.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gotta start the wifey duties now.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bye.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20809846-6067136912687436224?l=zazaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zazaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/6067136912687436224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20809846&amp;postID=6067136912687436224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20809846/posts/default/6067136912687436224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20809846/posts/default/6067136912687436224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zazaontour.blogspot.com/2007/07/just-married.html' title='...just married....'/><author><name>zaza_on_tour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11900297616530360788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20809846.post-4470809608958883702</id><published>2007-06-19T10:06:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T03:17:51.344+04:00</updated><title type='text'>my wedding</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well well.....the rumour is that the wedding is still on but everything is not done yet. The rumour is that I am troubling, causing alot of inconvenience to everyone else with the fact that since they have not received any news to help with my wedding do, they pressume that NOTHING has been done!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh what small minds do people have!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;See, what I don't understand is that I am NOT living in south america/middle of the jungle in africa/ timbuktu not to have any form of communication like internet or perhaps the simple gadget call TELEPHONE to clarify!!!! My parents are not dead!! My parents are not deaf or dumb (no offense). &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;People! People! I am in contact at all times!! 24/7!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whatever!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anyway, my dearest family this is the deal....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The wedding hall has been booked.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The wedding cards have been printed and will soon be distributed.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The dress shall be fitted tomorrow (yeah!!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh, if you are worried, the wedding favours have also been done.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The cake has been ordered.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The flowers have been decided.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The flower girls are all ready...(if you are interested)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Basically, THE WEDDING IS ON AND EVERYTHING IS DONE!! All you need to do is&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SHUT YOUR GOD-DAMN GOB AND BRING YOUR FAT-ARSE DOWN TO THE VENUE AND EAT! That's all.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So there. You can start all your leave taking and going through your wardrobe to see what fits yadda yadda yadda.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That's all.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;humph&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20809846-4470809608958883702?l=zazaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zazaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/4470809608958883702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20809846&amp;postID=4470809608958883702' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20809846/posts/default/4470809608958883702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20809846/posts/default/4470809608958883702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zazaontour.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-wedding.html' title='my wedding'/><author><name>zaza_on_tour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11900297616530360788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20809846.post-2603978286082578592</id><published>2007-06-05T18:30:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T03:18:36.291+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Beyonce's Getting married!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well then boyz.... it is my deepest sorrow to announce that Jay-Z has popped the question to Beyonce. Therefore, I now declare that, today will officially be a mourning day for most of the boys in the world!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PS: She's getting married in Hawaii!! Wow!! Ssssooo romantic!! hhuuuhhh....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20809846-2603978286082578592?l=zazaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zazaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/2603978286082578592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20809846&amp;postID=2603978286082578592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20809846/posts/default/2603978286082578592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20809846/posts/default/2603978286082578592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zazaontour.blogspot.com/2007/06/beyonces-getting-married.html' title='Beyonce&apos;s Getting married!!!'/><author><name>zaza_on_tour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11900297616530360788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20809846.post-1757561629931097011</id><published>2007-05-29T20:56:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T03:19:01.034+04:00</updated><title type='text'>what happened???</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;somthing is wrong with my blogger!! what happened to background picture!!! aaahhhh????&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20809846-1757561629931097011?l=zazaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zazaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/1757561629931097011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20809846&amp;postID=1757561629931097011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20809846/posts/default/1757561629931097011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20809846/posts/default/1757561629931097011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zazaontour.blogspot.com/2007/05/what-happened.html' title='what happened???'/><author><name>zaza_on_tour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11900297616530360788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20809846.post-1585837523699906023</id><published>2007-05-28T22:00:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T03:19:22.118+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Long day....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dave's just left after driving all this way. Ok, not really. I mean, yes he did drive all this way, but we slept for a bit. Actually he slept a bit. I watched him sleep. Poor him. He was really tired. I mean, he was up since 4.30am for the stupid shit-the-bed meeting which was crap. Today's one was crap he said. Then we watched Pirates of the Caribbean 3. Gold class at Mall of the Emirates. We didn't plan to watch it gold class. We got the regular tickets and suddenly we saw a huge clan of noisy-will bes that we decided to upgrade and watch a good, pardon me, great movie at peace. I've got work tomorrow. Just a short flight. But I really cannot be arsed anymore. I feel like moving on. Don't get me wrong. I love flying. It is my passion. Ok apart from the good ( note good not great/fantastic/fabolous ) money and the many many days off, I LOVE IT!! I think it's this getting married period that makes me want to move on. Hhmmm...whatever.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aerosmith's playing on Thursday night. I hope that I won't get called up for a long flight the day before. All of us are going. Glam this time I think. The plan was to get a limo to send us there and pickus up back. "&lt;em&gt;Pink! is my favourite colour! its Krazy&lt;/em&gt;!!" I can really go on!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh yes, one of my girlfriend's pregnant with her 3rd one. Hopefully everything's going well. She's a little upset that she cannot be all glamed up for my wedding. Speaking of wedding...it's time people. The clock is ticking where I will be a MRS soon!! Oh my god!! I just realised that we've still need to pick out our wedding bands!! Aaaarrrrggghhhh!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Einstein said,"Imagination is more important than knowledge."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Think about it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20809846-1585837523699906023?l=zazaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zazaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/1585837523699906023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20809846&amp;postID=1585837523699906023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20809846/posts/default/1585837523699906023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20809846/posts/default/1585837523699906023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zazaontour.blogspot.com/2007/05/long-day.html' title='Long day....'/><author><name>zaza_on_tour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11900297616530360788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20809846.post-8051629254326659555</id><published>2007-05-22T18:02:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T03:19:40.684+04:00</updated><title type='text'>What's on Awards 2007 Dubai</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2d9neXx9npo/RlL4k_frskI/AAAAAAAAACQ/pW0LsZPfHPc/s1600-h/scan.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067385845148529218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2d9neXx9npo/RlL4k_frskI/AAAAAAAAACQ/pW0LsZPfHPc/s320/scan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt; Whayhey!!! We were there!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20809846-8051629254326659555?l=zazaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zazaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/8051629254326659555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20809846&amp;postID=8051629254326659555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20809846/posts/default/8051629254326659555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20809846/posts/default/8051629254326659555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zazaontour.blogspot.com/2007/05/whats-on-awards-2007-dubai.html' title='What&apos;s on Awards 2007 Dubai'/><author><name>zaza_on_tour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11900297616530360788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2d9neXx9npo/RlL4k_frskI/AAAAAAAAACQ/pW0LsZPfHPc/s72-c/scan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20809846.post-4322275650361151093</id><published>2007-05-22T16:39:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T16:50:52.344+04:00</updated><title type='text'>...still here....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So, if I were following someone's blog and he/she has not been blogging, these could be assumed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;being sued for something or other,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;decided to suddenly stop blogging for some reason&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;been very lazy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nothing interesting has happened recently &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;has died suddenly&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As for me, none of the above. hee hee. Really, I have been busy as a bee running around with the preparations. As you know that I am getting married soon right? Booking this, checking that out yadda yadda yadda......&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So, this is just a simple blog to say that I AM STILL HERE. Not gone anywhere. Can't talk long. Gotta see to something...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Missing the bitchin'!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;xoxo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20809846-4322275650361151093?l=zazaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zazaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/4322275650361151093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20809846&amp;postID=4322275650361151093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20809846/posts/default/4322275650361151093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20809846/posts/default/4322275650361151093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zazaontour.blogspot.com/2007/05/still-here.html' title='...still here....'/><author><name>zaza_on_tour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11900297616530360788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20809846.post-8648129621016256358</id><published>2007-04-05T13:32:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T03:20:02.707+04:00</updated><title type='text'>.....bloody drunks!!!.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My my....the world cup just ended. And what a day it was!! Ok, for those of you who are now going 'huh'? I meant the Dubai World Cup. The horse race?? And for those who now go? You? Horse race? Yes yes....I agree....I'm not much of horse fan. Basically I was only there to play dress up and retain my reputation as a 'plonkie' ( it's really not a word, it's only available on the drunkards dictionary ) hee hee &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So this little missy ( as in yours truly ) went out shopping in Manchester and got me a nice little dress, a nice little ribbon-clippy thingy for ma hair and of course a matching bag!! How much? Ahh...how shall I say it? &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Affordable&lt;/span&gt; is the right word. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And so the big day came. Here was the plan. Go for proper lunch outside the field coz they only sell horrible expensive food. OK. Went to Applebees. Had myself a nice teriyaki chicken bowl. Btw, I thought that Applebees was a place where people go to have apple-pies. And they have variations of it. ( see the link - applebees = apple pies?? NVM! ) Apparently I was dead wrong. They do offer american food like chillies and TGIFridays. The only similarity....absolute no sense of humour from the staff. Steve did crack some horrible jokes, I was holding back my tears and they(the staff) just looked at me like I'm some kind of an idiot. Sad, but true( for them not me being the idiot!!) ...blah blah blah.... cut the story short, got there, Irish village was already starting to get packed. Couldn't get a seat. Looked around and I saw one. Good spot too. Not in some dingey corner. Ok, shut up now. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2d9neXx9npo/RhTDsgMywdI/AAAAAAAAABw/8NKodYkk8L4/s1600-h/DSC01974.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049876251514421714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2d9neXx9npo/RhTDsgMywdI/AAAAAAAAABw/8NKodYkk8L4/s320/DSC01974.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;this was taken when we just started the day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2d9neXx9npo/RhTDswMyweI/AAAAAAAAAB4/FRgUi9KaKmE/s1600-h/DSC01988.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049876255809389026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2d9neXx9npo/RhTDswMyweI/AAAAAAAAAB4/FRgUi9KaKmE/s320/DSC01988.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fireworks&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2d9neXx9npo/RhTDtQMywfI/AAAAAAAAACA/13W42RApcA0/s1600-h/DSC01991.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049876264399323634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2d9neXx9npo/RhTDtQMywfI/AAAAAAAAACA/13W42RApcA0/s320/DSC01991.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2d9neXx9npo/RhTDuAMywgI/AAAAAAAAACI/sW7ZRzxrPxs/s1600-h/DSC01999.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049876277284225538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2d9neXx9npo/RhTDuAMywgI/AAAAAAAAACI/sW7ZRzxrPxs/s320/DSC01999.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;this one's for you nicky!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Somehow I manage to survive til the end. How? No fucking clue! As soon as the last race ended, we all trotted to our favourite karaoke joint. And then I can't remember what happened next. And I don't want to.....Next morning, woke up aching everywhere. Ouch! Head - ouch! Blah.... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Coupla days later...this was in one of the gossip paper, sumthin like "the daily mail" in the uk. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.7days.ae/en/2007/04/03/state-of-some-race-goers-was-a-disgrace.html#continueStory"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://www.7days.ae/en/2007/04/03/state-of-some-race-goers-was-a-disgrace.html#continueStory&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;some people....too free huh? ...hhhmmmppphhh....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bye now.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;xoxo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20809846-8648129621016256358?l=zazaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zazaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/8648129621016256358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20809846&amp;postID=8648129621016256358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20809846/posts/default/8648129621016256358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20809846/posts/default/8648129621016256358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zazaontour.blogspot.com/2007/04/bloody-drunks.html' title='.....bloody drunks!!!.....'/><author><name>zaza_on_tour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11900297616530360788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2d9neXx9npo/RhTDsgMywdI/AAAAAAAAABw/8NKodYkk8L4/s72-c/DSC01974.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20809846.post-273666555911046011</id><published>2007-03-16T09:40:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T03:20:29.547+04:00</updated><title type='text'>....will yOu sTill lovE me.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;There is this game now that my cousin's friend started. And now, thanks to Nadia, I am now thinking, worriedly whether people will still look at me right. Well, not really worried. I mean, EVERYbody's got their peeves rite. Rite??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;These are the rules: Each player of this game starts out by giving 6 weird things about themselves. People who get tagged need to write in a blog of their own 6 weird things as well as state the rules clearly. In the end, you need to choose 6 people to be tagged and list their names. After you do that, leave them each a comment letting them know you tagged them and to read your blog!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I sleep with my eyes half close. My inside source told me that the whites of my eyeballs are clearly visible. I dunno whether to blame on genes or my lenses. But there are some nights where I have scared Dave off, or make Dave talk to himself. hee hee&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There are days where I don't shower. Those days are called DAYS OFF. It will probably happen that I come back late night from a flight, wake up say at noon, eat lunch, stay on the net for HOURS til really it is bedtime. Oh and btw, I don't think I have BO. Ok, everyone's got BO. But I know mine DOES NOT smell like those who's got really bad onion pitt smell, you know what i'm on about. On my defense, I have the house to myself!! So, who's gonna know?? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I only cook, do laundry and ironing when I'm in Sharjah. When I'm with my darling Dave. Period. Otherwise, I call for delivery and send all clothes to the laundry shop downstairs.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My side of the bed is call "The land of Narnia". Because it's piled high with pillows like mountains and oh, cold. And we sleep on Dave's side of the bed til he tells me to fuck off!! hee hee&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sometimes I like to eat my scrambled eggs with maple syrup and chilli sauce. Really fattening but really yummy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have a problem. I burp and fart in public. Hee hee.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Finally, I'm done. Now, the other's turn......&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Junita&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shasha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Radia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Firdaus&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Masita&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Azim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;xoxo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20809846-273666555911046011?l=zazaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zazaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/273666555911046011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20809846&amp;postID=273666555911046011' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20809846/posts/default/273666555911046011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20809846/posts/default/273666555911046011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zazaontour.blogspot.com/2007/03/will-you-still-love-me.html' title='....will yOu sTill lovE me.....'/><author><name>zaza_on_tour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11900297616530360788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20809846.post-546279965287612344</id><published>2007-03-13T00:02:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T03:20:51.951+04:00</updated><title type='text'>...bacK tO plannINg the wEDing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It was the Dubai Desert Rock Festival last weekend. Ok, I'm sure you know that I am true blue RnB gal, but see, Dave was involved in that gig. As the entertainment director. As one of the gang dropped out last minute, Steve became the DJ and I was the one finding people to take part in the contests. Oh btw, Steve did a brilliant job!! Did I enjoy the gig? Ok, there were some groups whom I did not know. But Prodigy, Incubus and some bloke from Led Zapplin were there performing. I tell you, watching them from backstage was something else. The adrenalin was really up there!! They were like ssssooo close!! I did take loads of pictures. However, the camera is now in Barcelona where Dave is there now doing a hypno show as I am typing this. So when we meet up next in a coupla days, you will get to see the pictures. Although, I have a duty to remind you that most of the pictures will be from a side view. Remember, I was backstage!! Ddduuuhh!!! hee hee&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, I am actually due for a flight, but got a call from the office that the flight will be delayed for 2 hours! So, here I am all ready and stuff, got nothing to do!! So I thought I'd blog. Well, not that I really have nothing to do. I have to study this certain aircraft type as I have a refreshers on Wednesday but I can't be arsed!! I will do that tomorrow after I wake up. I promise!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Everyone's doing great, thank you for asking. Now that I have not thought bout the wedding for 2 weeks, I got back to the preparations coupla days ago, after the rock gig. Mom went to the venue and she really likes it. A lot!! Still more bumps here and there but I'm sure that all will end well. Thanks to my dear friend Shima who is helping me with stuff in Malaysia. Can't wait for the reception to be over and then concentrate on the one here in Dubai. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You got soul! You got class! You got style!! You bad ass!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A little qoute from Christina Aguilera....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love you all&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;xoxo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20809846-546279965287612344?l=zazaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zazaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/546279965287612344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20809846&amp;postID=546279965287612344' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20809846/posts/default/546279965287612344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20809846/posts/default/546279965287612344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zazaontour.blogspot.com/2007/03/back-to-planning-weding.html' title='...bacK tO plannINg the wEDing...'/><author><name>zaza_on_tour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11900297616530360788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20809846.post-7099929955758948490</id><published>2007-03-06T22:33:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T03:21:12.489+04:00</updated><title type='text'>....Back aLone agaiN.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And so my cousin left earlier than expected. We got news some really early morning that her mom fell whilst in the kitchen and she has a minor stroke. She's ok now. Well, she's still in hospital, now having to go through 3 weeks of physiotherapy....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And so I went to the Manila trip. 3 nights there. Did the usual. Ate like never eaten before, partied, like really getting down and dirtie!!, shopped til we dropped and ending it all with a well-deserved 3 hour spa!! Nice life huh? Tell you the truth, I will miss that once I'm married. One of the perks of flying!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't really have much to say...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh yes!! I need to introduce to you, Belle. She's our new lass. We adopted her from K9. Really cute. Will show you her picture soon. Her new toy? The mirror!! I'm serious. She can't understand the concept of reflection. So she will sit in front of our full length mirrow, growling at herself, well she's really thinking there's another dog out there, even to the extent of barking!! Oh how much we laughed, me and Dave. TJ's still the grumpy old dog. I've not seen them for a week now. But according to my source, they're doing just fine. Can't wait to see them. Off tomorrow, for 4 days!!! cool huh? Another perks of flying!! But still have to stay here for the next coupla days..need to complete my driving class. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dave's off to Barcelona soon. He's rushing off to the airport, after his gig at the desert rock. Can't really remember how many days he'll be off for. A little sad, for now. But I've got him for the rest of my life so I really can't complain.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm uploading more pictures as you are reading. But it's taking too long. I need to wake up at 6am tom. I think I'm gonna skip it for tonight and continue tom, after my class. Tough. You guys juz have to wait. hee hee. okay...sleep soon...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Dream. Old wives tale say it bad. But if you believe in your dream, you work towards your dream and what ever you dream for will come to you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Believe it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20809846-7099929955758948490?l=zazaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zazaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/7099929955758948490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20809846&amp;postID=7099929955758948490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20809846/posts/default/7099929955758948490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20809846/posts/default/7099929955758948490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zazaontour.blogspot.com/2007/03/back-alone-again.html' title='....Back aLone agaiN.....'/><author><name>zaza_on_tour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11900297616530360788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20809846.post-2869899428258501246</id><published>2007-02-15T21:21:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T03:21:56.963+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Life goes on....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Valentine's Day over now. It's become such a hyped-out event where people spend 2 even 3 times more on that day for their partner. Flowers, chocolate, card and a present. That's just the basic. For a romantic meal, restaurants mark up their regular price, ok so they call it a special valentines dinner, up to 30%!! Just to show that you are being loved? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That doesn't mean that I didn't get anything from Dave. Course I did, the night before. I was meant to be in class on Valentines day, but I called sick for that and Dave had to work. It was a last minute change. So there, I still celebrate it, only smartly. I got a card, flowers and a hot-water bottle teddy bear for me to bring overseas and keep me warm. Nice huh? I loved it. Dave got a card, a David Hasselhof biography and a power-point remote. He always wanted that. He love it!! Oh oh, and long long cuddles. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So there. Life goes on now. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There's an old Japanese saying, If you can fold 1000 origami, you'll get a wish. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What will yours be?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;xoxo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20809846-2869899428258501246?l=zazaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zazaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/2869899428258501246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20809846&amp;postID=2869899428258501246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20809846/posts/default/2869899428258501246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20809846/posts/default/2869899428258501246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zazaontour.blogspot.com/2007/02/life-goes-on.html' title='Life goes on....'/><author><name>zaza_on_tour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11900297616530360788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20809846.post-2114699359005588306</id><published>2007-02-07T11:39:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T03:22:23.611+04:00</updated><title type='text'>The moment has arrived.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It is finally here! For 3 years, we have been waiting for this moment. We have slogged, we have suffered, we have endured the pain, the tiredness, the lack of proper sleep! Finally the results have come. They now have published it in black and white that WE are now recognised! This is what they promise&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a higher basic pay&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;an allowance for us overseas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a 4 year plan for our career path&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;However, my fellow peeps, lets not get our hopes up too high! For we have been let down once too many. We shall wait, again. We shall see, again. Will we be disapointed once more?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tune in for the answers. Oh yes....stay tuned. I cannot tell you when. It could be tomorrow, next week, next month or even next year!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;xx&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20809846-2114699359005588306?l=zazaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zazaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/2114699359005588306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20809846&amp;postID=2114699359005588306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20809846/posts/default/2114699359005588306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20809846/posts/default/2114699359005588306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zazaontour.blogspot.com/2007/02/moment-has-arrived.html' title='The moment has arrived.....'/><author><name>zaza_on_tour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11900297616530360788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20809846.post-2540181105996244858</id><published>2007-02-04T15:21:00.001+04:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T15:21:56.143+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Kuala Lumpur</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-bc.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=144115188079199932&amp;amp;site=widget-bc.slide.com" width="400" height="325" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:450px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?sk=4&amp;amp;tt=13&amp;amp;cy=bb&amp;amp;ad=0&amp;amp;id=144115188079199932&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-bc.slide.com/p1/144115188079199932/bb_t013_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?sk=4&amp;amp;tt=13&amp;amp;cy=bb&amp;amp;ad=0&amp;amp;id=144115188079199932&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-bc.slide.com/p2/144115188079199932/bb_t013_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20809846-2540181105996244858?l=zazaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zazaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/2540181105996244858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20809846&amp;postID=2540181105996244858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20809846/posts/default/2540181105996244858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20809846/posts/default/2540181105996244858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zazaontour.blogspot.com/2007/02/kuala-lumpur.html' title='Kuala Lumpur'/><author><name>zaza_on_tour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11900297616530360788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20809846.post-9191817874596723935</id><published>2007-01-24T17:24:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T03:22:59.355+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Full House</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2d9neXx9npo/RbdiK73iuGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BcZCXDMVJVs/s1600-h/DSC01247.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023591849363945570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2d9neXx9npo/RbdiK73iuGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BcZCXDMVJVs/s320/DSC01247.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The reason I posted this picture was simply because I like this picture alot!! That's all!! Anyway, my cousin's coming over this february for a coupla weeks. She left her old job, decided she needed a break before she embarks on her new job. I'll be meeting her in Kuala lumpur and will be bringing her back. At the same time, my flatmate's future mom-in-law is also coming over with her current husband and step son from Sweden!! It will be a full house!! We'll manage...we have to!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm off to Kuala Lumpur tomorrow for 2 nitghts there. Meeting Shima and starting my wedding preparations and the best part....Dave's coming along!! It will be his first time to Malaysia. A shame it's only 2 nights, but I think he will enjoy it like he always has. It is already a full flight but with my 'connections' I think he will be on the flight, upgraded guaranteed!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Right then, have to jump into the shower before Dave gets back. Been stinky poo the whole day. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do I care what you think? huh!! You wish love...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Spread the love..it's addictive!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;xx&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20809846-9191817874596723935?l=zazaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zazaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/9191817874596723935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20809846&amp;postID=9191817874596723935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20809846/posts/default/9191817874596723935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20809846/posts/default/9191817874596723935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zazaontour.blogspot.com/2007/01/full-house.html' title='Full House'/><author><name>zaza_on_tour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11900297616530360788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2d9neXx9npo/RbdiK73iuGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BcZCXDMVJVs/s72-c/DSC01247.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20809846.post-2055088506306710113</id><published>2007-01-11T21:30:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T03:23:21.463+04:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Disease</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I went out to re-do my nails for my flight tomorrow. See what happened was that I blotched my newly painted nails with this old nail hardener while I was in New York. I really don't know what happened or what did I do, but my nails, well not my nails but the varnish, ok nail polish, all went bubbly plus some peeled off....Ok, to cut the story short, I went to re-paint my nails. Then I went shoe shopping. You know, females love shoes. I bought 4 pairs. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Do I need them? Yes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Do I love shoes? I suddenly develop the llluuurrrvvveee for them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Can I really afford new shoes? Well....I am getting married...I really need the money..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Do I care what you think? I shall not answer that!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So there...I now proudly declare that I have a new featish for shoes...like bags!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can't wait to use them. I can't yet. I'm off to another freezing-cold country, Paris. However, I have decided not to go out there. I am going to bring my laptop to watch new movies which I bought and have yet to watch. Crank and Rocky Balboa!! Oh yes and Snakes on a plane! Yup that will keep me occupied in Paris.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I know I know, some of you are going " What?? You are not going out in Paris??!!! You nuts??!!!" Well, darlings, I have been there. Besides, it's too short to really go out and enjoy the beautiful French land. Plus, it will be too cold. Ok ok excuses excuses...well, I have to keep creating them. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I picked up Dave's ticket to Kuala Lumpur today. I can't wait. I will finally be able to get my wedding stuff/preparations started. Can't wait!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh yah, we're going start to fly Australia soon in 2 months. Don't know where in Australia yet. Hope its via KL or Bangkok and not direct. That will be another 14 hour route if so. I hope it's either Melbourne or Brisbane. Can hook up with my cousin whom I've not seen in 6 years!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That's all for now. Gonna watch tele now till I get sleepy. Prob gonna dream bout my new shoes!! Hee Hee....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Be positive people! Even if you feel down and low, there is always a silver lining after that! You rock!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;xx&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20809846-2055088506306710113?l=zazaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zazaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/2055088506306710113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20809846&amp;postID=2055088506306710113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20809846/posts/default/2055088506306710113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20809846/posts/default/2055088506306710113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zazaontour.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-new-disease.html' title='My New Disease'/><author><name>zaza_on_tour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11900297616530360788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20809846.post-6240682998693796418</id><published>2007-01-05T20:55:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T03:23:40.639+04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Life...changes everyday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The office called me bout a coupla hours ago to tell me that I'm off to New York instead of London Heathrow tomorrow. At first I thought "Nnnnooooo!!!". But they gave me extra 2 days off after. So why am I sad? Well, you see, when you first get your monthly roster, you already make plans in your mind what you wanna do, where you wanna go downroute. See the plan was to get the usual magazines, which I terribly terribly miss (ok you get magazines from JFK as well but I prefer UK magazines then them American ones no offense I just do. Besides, I miss reading Total Film &amp;amp; UK Glamour). Plus I thought I'd go see what Primark has to offer. Sometimes you get great sales and the jim jams...so cheap and good. And I thought...well never mind. Then again, I do know some people gagging to go to New York. I took a look at the crew for tomorrow's flight...I might pester them to accompany me to Manhattan!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I went to see this play today at the Madinat Theatre. Thanks to Carl, we went to watch the One man Star Wars Trilogy. It's all about Star Wars ( ddduuuhhh), all 3 ( again dduuhh ie trilogy) explained or rather performed by one man....why am I explaining? Isn't it a little self explanatory? Silly me. I thought it was a little pants, you need to really like Star Wars to get it. And the crowd didn't really get it, the poor man had to crack some jokes to get the crowd going. So, it is really just ok. Nothing fantastic. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So there, that was my weekend. Off to New York (refer above) then back to my darling's arms. Can't wait. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;xx&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20809846-6240682998693796418?l=zazaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zazaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/6240682998693796418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20809846&amp;postID=6240682998693796418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20809846/posts/default/6240682998693796418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20809846/posts/default/6240682998693796418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zazaontour.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-lifechanges-everyday.html' title='My Life...changes everyday'/><author><name>zaza_on_tour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11900297616530360788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20809846.post-8534140500820954025</id><published>2007-01-03T11:03:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T11:19:27.745+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wah heh!!! It is now the first month of 2007 people!!! I have a feeling that you had a fantastic countdown, made quite a few resolutions which I am pretty sure that they might not be fulfilled til next year!! Hey, we are only humans!! As for me, I was gonna get a fantastic countdown, so I thought! Why not right? I was called out for a Bangkok flight on New Years eve. So what if the fight was full? So what if they became demanding? We didn't care, we as in the whole crew. We knew that we will have a ball in Bangkok! Everyone was gonna come down to the party place, get pissed and dance the night away!! So we made plans. Even the Thai crew. They said they will party with us, then head home after. So the plan was, 10.30pm at the lobby. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I tell you, we were so disappointed when we heard the news. Bombs in Bangkok, 2 killed!! Immediately we knew that the plans will change. We were strongly encouraged not to leave the hotel. Dave was really adamant that I should better in the hotel. But he was really nice to say, you decide babe.You know what the situation better than me. I will back you up whatever you decide. Aaaawwww!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And so we met up in the lobby. Stayed there comtemplating for an hour, should we, should we not? One by one, the thai girls say, I'm not going. My parents not allowing me to go. And so we were down with 6. Even the flight deck crew didn't show up!! I was sssooo ready to stay in bed, but I was motivated my the group of turkish crew saying, come on!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The decision: I went! But for only a 2 hours. Ok! 3! There was no countdown. Next thing we knew was it was already midnight. It was jam packed. The security was tight there. The music! Aahh!! The music....that was fantastic. R N B! My style! heheheh&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So there. That was how I celebrated my new year. I got a lot of text from the gals. Sorry I couldn't reply. I WAS IN BANGKOK!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wish that just because the year started not really well, read the news people, it will get better and will be a great year for everyone! For me it is! I'm getting married!! Which by the way, I better start the ball rolling.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy New Year Everybody!! May all your wishes come true and great health to you!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;xx&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20809846-8534140500820954025?l=zazaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zazaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/8534140500820954025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20809846&amp;postID=8534140500820954025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20809846/posts/default/8534140500820954025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20809846/posts/default/8534140500820954025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zazaontour.blogspot.com/2007/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!!!'/><author><name>zaza_on_tour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11900297616530360788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20809846.post-116740881224518687</id><published>2006-12-29T20:10:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T20:13:32.263+04:00</updated><title type='text'>FLU</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;I got the flu. I got it from one of the gals who were flying with me to New York. I feel shit. I don't like being sick. Don't think anyone does. I have to go back to the doc to get more sick days off. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;*weep**sniff*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20809846-116740881224518687?l=zazaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zazaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/116740881224518687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20809846&amp;postID=116740881224518687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20809846/posts/default/116740881224518687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20809846/posts/default/116740881224518687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zazaontour.blogspot.com/2006/12/flu.html' title='FLU'/><author><name>zaza_on_tour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11900297616530360788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20809846.post-116696515454300521</id><published>2006-12-24T16:50:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T16:59:14.600+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Xmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Remember I told you that I was hoping that the company'd give me a day off for xmas? Guess what?? They didn't!! What a surprise! They pull me out for a New York flight instead and I will only be back in sandland at 11pm on Christmas day!! *weep* &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I just made a conference call to both Dave and Peter and Eugenie. That was something experience. It was a second slow to receive but when you have 4 people talk a the same time...hhhmmm, you can imagine the chaos huh? Peter's teasing bout the christmas lunch Eugenie's gonna have and that made me salivate!! I can still taste the turkey and the cabbage thingy she made. Yummy!!! Aaaarrrggghhh!!! Can never find that anywhere else!! I'm sure I will get to eat it again soon eh?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And so the plan for me is to hit the showers soon, get some free breakie downstairs before off shopping for Dave. What will I get??? Decisions, decisions!! I tell you, it's a little tricky when your partner's already have everything you can ever think or rather afford. hehehe. Anyway, I'm sure I will find something he'll love. Worse comes to worse, I'm sure he'll enjoy opening... ah huh...I have to stop there....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mom's off to haj today. She's so happy her wish came true, I am too. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Right then, shower, food and shopping!!! Ain't life wonderful?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bye&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;xx&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20809846-116696515454300521?l=zazaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zazaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/116696515454300521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20809846&amp;postID=116696515454300521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20809846/posts/default/116696515454300521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20809846/posts/default/116696515454300521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zazaontour.blogspot.com/2006/12/merry-xmas.html' title='Merry Xmas'/><author><name>zaza_on_tour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11900297616530360788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20809846.post-116685116056582802</id><published>2006-12-23T09:16:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T09:19:20.576+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Werk!!</title><content type='html'>They changed my roster!! I've New York today!! I'll only be back at 11pm Christmas Day!! Dave's upset! I'm upset!! Hey!! The 'perks' of the hospitality industry ha?&lt;br /&gt;Had a wonderful weekend though!! Will tell you more on multiply soon.&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go get ready.....*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20809846-116685116056582802?l=zazaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zazaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/116685116056582802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20809846&amp;postID=116685116056582802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20809846/posts/default/116685116056582802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20809846/posts/default/116685116056582802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zazaontour.blogspot.com/2006/12/werk.html' title='Werk!!'/><author><name>zaza_on_tour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11900297616530360788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20809846.post-116668145517318265</id><published>2006-12-21T09:59:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T10:10:55.190+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Back!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hooray!! I am back in my beloved arms after 9 long days away!! Hey, not that I am complaining of the beautiful scenery that I enjoy in Brussels....it's just that it would have been better if he was there as well..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well,  updates updates...lets see&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I still don't know what they're put me on for on Christmas Day!! Hopefully a day off!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've been nominated to attend PMIS. Like you, when I first read it I thought what the hell is PMIS!! Post mortem instructor security?! Pre....well, it is actually Personal Management Inflight System!! Thanks for that! I had to call to find out! I mean, when you put an invite to people, perhaps it would have been easier for us if you actually don't put short forms. I mean.... you know what I mean!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oooh ooohh!! Shweta's getting engaged!! Yeeaaahhh!!! I'm sssooo happy for her!! I think this is like an outbreak!! I know sssooo many friends getting that ring on the finger next year!!! I hope that the rest will be get it as well... you know who you are!!! We better make sure that we don't have the ceremony on the same dates....That would be bad....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Doing Christmas shopping today..still don't know what to get for my honey bunny ( he will tell me to stop it soon !! hahahah!! )&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Right gotta go bank! They have not stopped calling me aaaahhhh&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have a wonderful day everyone!! I know I will&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;xx&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20809846-116668145517318265?l=zazaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zazaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/116668145517318265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20809846&amp;postID=116668145517318265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20809846/posts/default/116668145517318265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20809846/posts/default/116668145517318265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zazaontour.blogspot.com/2006/12/back.html' title='Back!!!'/><author><name>zaza_on_tour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11900297616530360788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20809846.post-116638521358734758</id><published>2006-12-17T23:32:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T23:54:31.520+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Brugge</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Went to Brugge, pronounced Bruj, today. It was nice, I enjoyed it. Brugge is a little town 45min train ride from Brussels. We set off at 8am! I checked the weather before we left, 3 degrees. I hoped that it would be warmer when the sun is up, it was. Unfortunately, at most places the tall buildings were blocking my favourite planet.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When we got to the train station, we were early by 30min. The first train that heads that way was at 9am, so we had breakkie first. Ah, morning coffee is always nice innit? We first went to the ice exhibition, mostly all the sculptures were inspired by the cartoon Ice Age. The temperature inside? -5 degrees. Braving myself, went in, snapped all the pictures quickly then headed out for a nice warm tomato soup to warm myself up again. People!! My fingers and toes were numb. So numb it hurt!! Perhaps we were not really dressed properly for that. I mean you really need thermal gloves and boots don't ya? I would!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then we went to venture the town. I tell you, today was our lucky day. Firstly, the train ticket would normally be 24euros was 7 today. The busses were free as well!! They say it's because today's Sunday?! Well....normally or back where I'm from, on weekends the price would be double!! HHmmm, Europe...funny huh?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So, we walked and walked and walked and walked thanks to Mustafa who became our tour guide today. Me and Ting Ting were counting the seconds as they pass by. The moment he said, ok finish! huh!!! aren't we relieved!! What do you expect? From 8am to numb toes til 5pm!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We slept in the train back. The rest decided to head straight back to the hotel to sleep. Not me, I told them that if I sleep now, I will be awake at 3am!! What the &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:f@$k"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;f@$k&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; would I do at that time in the morning? Sssooo, Kannatikarn and myself decided to go for dinner. She wanted some roughage in her. Me? More Mussels!!! Yup, had the whole plate to myself, mussels with melted cheese in garlic butter sauce. Yumm yumm yumm...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So, I'm finally back in the hotel room, time check 9.46pm Brussels time. I skyped Dave but he did not reply. Still busy mingling with the important stars in India I suppose!! ( huh! you wanna know more right? can't tell you now!! hee hee )&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Will call my honey bunny ( god he'll kill me if he knows I call him that ) again before setting my nice warm bath. Right, I hope you will enjoy the pikkies I took,if you don't ....you need to ask? You know the link.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adios Amigos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;xx&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20809846-116638521358734758?l=zazaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zazaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/116638521358734758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20809846&amp;postID=116638521358734758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20809846/posts/default/116638521358734758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20809846/posts/default/116638521358734758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zazaontour.blogspot.com/2006/12/brugge.html' title='Brugge'/><author><name>zaza_on_tour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11900297616530360788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20809846.post-116630716344293957</id><published>2006-12-17T01:58:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T02:15:22.433+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Aphrodisiac!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hello my love ones, like my new blog page? I do..I think it's soo sexy!! I still need to change the font colour of my links. Well anyway, after a cold day in Toronto, we flew back to Brussels. Slept for a couple of hours then went out to have dinner. And I have finally ate what everyone was talking about! Mussels!! Delicious ... we also ate Paila which is rice with green peas and seafood...loads of seafood,mussels, prawns big ones tiny ones lobster mussels and squid!! Yummy!!! Then off we hobbled ( cause of too much food in tum-tum ) to Grand Palace Square to see the lights show. We are lucky as it only went on today..... thank the lucky stars huh? I used up all my space in my camera to click them pikkies!! Time check: 2.06am sandland time, 11.06pm Brussels time. I hope I can get up at half six local time to go to Bruj. Gonna spent like the whole day there before crashing out at the hotel the next full day before the flight back to sandland. Which btw, is really fan-fucking-tastic as I get to meet and hug my man!!! He is now in Aamby Valley doing a gig! Now that's another story I will let you know as soon as I get the green light to.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm sure you cannot imagine how great life is for me! It is!!! Anyway, click on you know where to see my pikkies of the trip so far. Of course, I will upload more when I get back from Bruj tom.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Right then.....finishing my pikkies then off to bed.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Au Voiur&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;xx&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20809846-116630716344293957?l=zazaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zazaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/116630716344293957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20809846&amp;postID=116630716344293957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20809846/posts/default/116630716344293957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20809846/posts/default/116630716344293957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zazaontour.blogspot.com/2006/12/aphrodisiac.html' title='Aphrodisiac!!'/><author><name>zaza_on_tour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11900297616530360788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20809846.post-116610391280560201</id><published>2006-12-14T17:30:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T23:37:47.273+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Toronto</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I woke up about 5 mins ago and realised that I am in Toronto, Canada. It is 8.30am Canadian time, 5.30pm sandland time and 9.30pm M'sian time. I am LOST, HUNGRY AAANNDD GGRROOGGYYY!!! aaahhhh!!! I need food...but wait is it for breakfast or lunch cause I was in Brussels yesterday!! uuuurrrrggghhhh this is so mind-fucked!!! My brain is telling me to have b'fast, which is where everyone is going. This rest. called "Eggspectations" ...eeeeevvveryone is saying that they make the best eggs ever...what ever kind you want...hhhmmm...salivate!! salivate!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've got a nice view from my room. Speaking of room, it is hilarious. Massive size...2 big plush queen size beds...tiny tiny toilet enough for just a bath-tub and the bog!! The sink? Outside of the toilet?!!! The coffee machine in the room? On the sink!! Outside the toilet!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And you say I'm whining??!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mind-fucked!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hungry...need ffooodddd...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bye&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;xx&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20809846-116610391280560201?l=zazaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zazaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/116610391280560201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20809846&amp;postID=116610391280560201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20809846/posts/default/116610391280560201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20809846/posts/default/116610391280560201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zazaontour.blogspot.com/2006/12/toronto.html' title='Toronto'/><author><name>zaza_on_tour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11900297616530360788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20809846.post-116599668349933395</id><published>2006-12-13T11:48:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T23:40:17.566+04:00</updated><title type='text'>All dark and gloomy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;Time check : 8.50am local time in Brussels. It's still dark outside. I have been up since 7am thanks to the phone call from the bank saying " Pay your damn bill woman!!" Well,not really. Poor person didn't even get a chance to say anything. I just rattled off "I'm in Brussels. Will only be back after a week. I will pay my bill then" before hanging up the phone! Rude? Nnnnooo love. Saving phone bills. hee hee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;I didn't go out for dinner last nite. Had some instant noodles in the room. Was so engrossed in updating my multiply site (check it out! I think it looks glam) that I forgot the time. Well, I was already hungry by then, so I nibbled, gobbled rather, on the noodles which I bought in the supermarket here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;Flying off to Toronto tonight. Looking forward to it? I don't know. Will hate the weather though ( -10 degrees) see the plan was NOT to go out at all. But like the States and Aussie, I can't bring food in. So there. I still have to go out and get. Hey you gotta eat doncha? I might wanna go to Chinatown and get some real chinese food, boy I miss that, and get some cooking stuff there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#000000;"&gt;Ok. That's all I can think of right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#000000;"&gt;Need food!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#000000;"&gt;Bye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#000000;"&gt;xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20809846-116599668349933395?l=zazaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zazaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/116599668349933395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20809846&amp;postID=116599668349933395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20809846/posts/default/116599668349933395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20809846/posts/default/116599668349933395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zazaontour.blogspot.com/2006/12/all-dark-and-gloomy.html' title='All dark and gloomy'/><author><name>zaza_on_tour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11900297616530360788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20809846.post-116586330265728599</id><published>2006-12-11T22:52:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T23:41:19.730+04:00</updated><title type='text'>In Brussels</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Guess what? I've arrived safely in Brussels, Belgium. It's cold and raining here!! Right, thought I'd let you know....going out now with the crew....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Take care y'all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I promise I will eat all the mussels for ya!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20809846-116586330265728599?l=zazaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zazaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/116586330265728599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20809846&amp;postID=116586330265728599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20809846/posts/default/116586330265728599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20809846/posts/default/116586330265728599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zazaontour.blogspot.com/2006/12/in-brussels.html' title='In Brussels'/><author><name>zaza_on_tour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11900297616530360788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20809846.post-116542197273821513</id><published>2006-12-06T19:53:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T23:41:36.590+04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;I have finally finish uploading my birthday pictures. Huh! Now the rugby pictures &lt;em&gt;lak&lt;/em&gt;. I also have finish my preparing my powerpoint presentation for tomorrow. &lt;em&gt;Sampai pening kepala!!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Sampai macam nak give up&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;aje&lt;/em&gt;. But I preservered. And I succeeded!! I finished! Not really my best, I think. Not enough time or materials to work on. No video no pictures. Hhhmmm, I have to make do lah with what I have. Actually, &lt;em&gt;besok I ade&lt;/em&gt; interview &lt;em&gt;pat opis&lt;/em&gt; for part-time instructor. So that's the fuss about my presentation &lt;em&gt;lah&lt;/em&gt;. I hope I will be alright. I will give my best shot. So wish me luck &lt;em&gt;lah&lt;/em&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;It's Dave's show tonight at the Madinat Theatre and I am not there!! &lt;em&gt;Jangan panik&lt;/em&gt;. I will be there tomorrow night instead. This is a request from my &lt;em&gt;sayang&lt;/em&gt; this morning, &lt;em&gt;entah kenape dia suruh I gi besok. &lt;/em&gt;It's a sold-out show for tonight and tomorrow. &lt;em&gt;Kencang seh&lt;/em&gt;. I am so proud of him. He is so happy. In fact, as I am writing this, he is waiting for 8.30pm where the show will start. I know you will rock honey!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#000000;"&gt;Ok&lt;em&gt;lah&lt;/em&gt;, time to do my nails now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#000000;"&gt;xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20809846-116542197273821513?l=zazaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zazaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/116542197273821513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20809846&amp;postID=116542197273821513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20809846/posts/default/116542197273821513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20809846/posts/default/116542197273821513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zazaontour.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-have-finally-finish-uploading-my.html' title=''/><author><name>zaza_on_tour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11900297616530360788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20809846.post-116534841658210636</id><published>2006-12-05T23:06:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T23:41:53.900+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lonely..I am so lonely...all on my own!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And so I have been trying for the last 2 days to upload my birthday pictures, which I finally remembered to copy back from Dave's pc, its not a lot. But it's taking a bloody long time. It's really pissing me off. I still have the rugby pictures to upload! All because of fucking dial-up!!! I wish I have broadband or wireless, &lt;em&gt;cebah...mentang-mentang dapat PC card for my birthday ngada-ngada. &lt;/em&gt;I tried to nick someone's wireless from the building &lt;em&gt;tapi sesape yg ade wireless semua dah blah&lt;/em&gt; to the new building!!!! But seriously lah, uploading pictures using dial-up takes bloody foreva!!!! &lt;em&gt;BBBIIINNNGGGIIITTT!!!!! &lt;/em&gt;Note of the new usage of &lt;em&gt;perkataan melayu, ini semua pasal I&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;dah kene spot ngan 2-3 orang&lt;/em&gt;, who shall remain nameless. &lt;em&gt;I dah kene warning that they tak berapa gembira ngan I menghina orang kesayangan mereka ,iyeke tak kan lah I ni zalim nah. &lt;/em&gt;So there.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It rained here last weekend!!! Can you imagine rain in the sunny sand land?? &lt;em&gt;Lecak....kelam-kabut diaorang sekejap&lt;/em&gt;. The sudden panic of drivers on the road, to prevent their 'precious' cars getting spoilt???!!! It's funny yet irritating at the same time when you happen to be in the car behind the slow ones!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I am on days off now. And yet I have to be here all alone, working on my presentation. And no, Dave is not away and yes I HAVE TO GIVE A MISS TO HIS LONG AWAITED GIG AT THE MADINAT THEATRE!!! &lt;em&gt;Boring kan??!!&lt;/em&gt; Well, its all because I applied for a higher position in the company. However, I did not expect to give a presentation this month before my long long Brussels-Toronto trip!!! Plus, I had not prepared anything. They gave me 3 days to work on it. So now, here I am all alone in this house, preparing the presentation while the love of my life is in the other state!!! I can only get to &lt;em&gt;peluk my&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;busok&lt;/em&gt; hopefully on the 9th after my flight, which I will rush back to get there before it is too late. Otherwise only on the 20th!!! &lt;em&gt;LAMANYE!!! Boleh jadi giler seh!!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;So tomorrow the plan is to go to the rostered medical check-up at 10am, go to the bank and collect my atm and global card, come back and continue my presentation then call Sally to do my nails, which fyi look like SHIT!!! What's yours?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#000000;"&gt;xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20809846-116534841658210636?l=zazaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zazaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/116534841658210636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20809846&amp;postID=116534841658210636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20809846/posts/default/116534841658210636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20809846/posts/default/116534841658210636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zazaontour.blogspot.com/2006/12/lonelyi-am-so-lonelyall-on-my-own.html' title='Lonely..I am so lonely...all on my own!!!!'/><author><name>zaza_on_tour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11900297616530360788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20809846.post-116436093409821420</id><published>2006-11-24T13:14:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T11:47:57.656+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Maids...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#99ffff;"&gt;This is dedicated to all wives without maids: Hats Off to you ladies!! Now, you might be wondering why I suddenly say this. Remember what happened to the thief maid that we had? Now the house is dirty, dusty and put it simply uurrgghh!! So, when I was there, I had to clean up. Sweep the floor, mop it, clean the garden, clean up the dead leaves, throw away rubbish, cook, do laundry, vacuum the 2nd floor, change the sheets...yadda yadda yadda...IT IS DAMN TIRING!! I don noe how those ladies can do that everyday!! By the end of the 1st day, I was so tired I was lying on the cool cool floor just relaxing my back!! On the other hand, I CAN SAY that I did do a fantastic job...Dave's tinks that it is so much cleaner then when we had the maid!! Thank you mummy and daddy for teaching me when I was younger. Seriously, I can't wait for a new maid to come into the house...lazy pants me!! hee hee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#99ffff;"&gt;I didn't take much pikkies when I was in New York. I was busy shopping!! hee hee. But I managed to take a couple whilst on the way. Its on the multiplt site. Next month, I'll be doing my 1st Brussels-Toronto flight!! Arse!! After all this time, they've decided to give me finally the 9-day trip in winter!! I definitely will be freezing my arse and tits off!! I will, however take this opportunity to get the runny nose so that I will get off for Christmas!! Now now,don't you dare tell anyone off.It will be our tiny little secret. According toDave,it will be a tele christmas dinner this year. Can't wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#99ffff;"&gt;I called Karen yesterday, kkrraazzyy curly Karen! She has a sprained ankle from the bus driver closing the door while she was helping some passenger into the airport bus!! Poor gal!! She's on the way home for a couple coming back for the 7s!! I hope she do have the tickets already as it has been sold out! I must remember to take pictures for you poor folks who can't be there. Promise!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#99ffff;"&gt;xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20809846-116436093409821420?l=zazaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zazaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/116436093409821420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20809846&amp;postID=116436093409821420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20809846/posts/default/116436093409821420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20809846/posts/default/116436093409821420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zazaontour.blogspot.com/2006/11/maids.html' title='Maids...'/><author><name>zaza_on_tour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11900297616530360788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20809846.post-116391527316281889</id><published>2006-11-19T09:35:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T09:49:03.166+04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm in New York!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ok, so i dreaded the flight. Becoz, of the extremely long flight and wat tight security they will have and whether will I be pulled out due to my name..So to be safe, I came 40 mins earlier to the briefing office. To get the right papers, to make sure that everyting a-okay!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Did the briefing, only to flind out that one of the gals left her passport when she sent her car yesterday for repairs!! And then I found out that one of the first officers is not legal!! Damn!! Is that a sign that everything's gonna be shit??!! Got on the plane...went smooth..thank fuck for that...up, up and away we went...time for me to sleep,which on my previous blog I wrote that it was compulsory. I tried...First class..fan-fucking-tastic...hey..It is up to me where the whole crew get to sleep..as si moi's in charge..ah huh..the lady's in the house!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Unfortunately, I can't...the air's too dry up there for me to get a proper sleep...unless I get really tired, which at this point I am not!! So what else we do we do? On a 14 1/2 hour flight with only 30 passengers on this mega huge plane? We EAT!!! What ever is available..drink as many cups of coffees and teas as we can..Right now, in the hotel room where the internet's free... I am sitting down with my extremely bloated tum-tum..tanx to the coffee and the norm bloat-thing I get from flying!! Oh yah..I didn't tell you..I thought I was gonna get pulled in customs bcoz of my name...the first thing I did when the aircraft door opened, I asked the ground staff !! hey, you need to noe, you do stuff man!! She told me no...as my nationality's not the targetted ones. But still..at immigration, I was still saying ma prayers...Thank fuck she said...ok thank you..that's it..adios amigos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;So here I am(again, god how many times I have to say this) ok, I am really tired!!! I'm off to bed..which by the way looks really delicious, you know the kind where once you get on it you don want to move? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;NO?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Tough!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Good nite..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;xx &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;PS: Jun darling..got the top! Love it! It fits! Thank you!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20809846-116391527316281889?l=zazaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zazaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/116391527316281889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20809846&amp;postID=116391527316281889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20809846/posts/default/116391527316281889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20809846/posts/default/116391527316281889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zazaontour.blogspot.com/2006/11/im-in-new-york.html' title='I&apos;m in New York!!'/><author><name>zaza_on_tour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11900297616530360788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20809846.post-116377582669361113</id><published>2006-11-17T18:51:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T19:03:46.740+04:00</updated><title type='text'>After a coupla dayz off...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Right then...after a couple of days off..I am actually off to New York tom!! Yup, that's rite folks, off to the capital of the world!! That will be a 14 hour flight direct non-stop from here. I've packed, I've shuffled my stuff around ie removing all unnecessary papers from my briefcase, packed my sleeping suit, oh yes, this flight we get to sleep while on duty, in fact it is actually a must of undisturbed horizontal sleep!! Cool huh? I am excited! What will I do there? I don't think I will be going to Manhattan, instead I will be doing some Christmas pressies for my fiance!! And I must try the local food there. I'm sure I will get more JFK flights, that's when I will be doing some sight-seeing!!! Oh yes, I have charged up my camera..I will take some pictures!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Okie dokie,  I have to go now and put in some partie tops! YOU HAVE TO GO OUT IN NEW YORK!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Adios..tata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20809846-116377582669361113?l=zazaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zazaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/116377582669361113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20809846&amp;postID=116377582669361113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20809846/posts/default/116377582669361113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20809846/posts/default/116377582669361113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zazaontour.blogspot.com/2006/11/after-coupla-dayz-off.html' title='After a coupla dayz off...'/><author><name>zaza_on_tour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11900297616530360788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20809846.post-116348685055455402</id><published>2006-11-14T10:28:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T10:47:30.566+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Trouble</title><content type='html'>I was talking to my man yesterday and he told me that he got an e-mail from his daddy, signore professore and his darling mummy ( oh no..they're not italian but it just sounds nice doesn't it signore professore hee hee ) asking him what the problem was and is everything ok? Oh no..me and ma big mouth, getting them poor folks worried...sssooo...&lt;br /&gt;Dear Peter and Eugenie,&lt;br /&gt;Everything's ok now. I suppose this is a big lesson for us to really do some research before we decide to take anyone on. Dave's off to germany tonight, I wish I can be there but I've got New York soon. Besides, I don't think I wanna be there when she's there. Hee Hee. So now, the plan is when Dave gets back ( I will be in New York then ) is to probably boot them out. Naughty naughty me...really, I don't really know what the plan is. I will want to do that, but you know your son, the diplomat. So he will let you know better. I sincerely apologise for making you worry. Everything here is cool as dandy. I hope things are cool as well there.&lt;br /&gt;Lots of Love,&lt;br /&gt;si moi ( ok, I can't really write my name... ) ooohhh the big secret!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I am off to see Dave for a couple of hours for some good lovin' ( stop write there missy don reveal anymore explicit details ) then back here late at night before Dave's off to Germany yah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love life now. It's going great. I hope you do too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shower now...don't wanna be stinky-poo for later..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20809846-116348685055455402?l=zazaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zazaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/116348685055455402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20809846&amp;postID=116348685055455402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20809846/posts/default/116348685055455402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20809846/posts/default/116348685055455402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zazaontour.blogspot.com/2006/11/trouble.html' title='Trouble'/><author><name>zaza_on_tour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11900297616530360788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20809846.post-116333106449642544</id><published>2006-11-12T15:11:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T15:31:04.510+04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Green IPod</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;I found my ipod!!! Hooray!!!  I thought I lost it in Frankfurt. I'm sssooo happy I found it again. It was all the while in my work briefcase!!! Blind twat I am!! Oh well, while I am updating my little gadget with my new songs, I've decided to let you know of all the updates....yumm..goss...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;I told you that Nat's resigned rite? Well, she had a pop this morning with Dave saying that why I was slamming doors at her and why she don't have anything new from Dave? Well, the cheeky git!! Why should I be nice to her when she was just 'throwing' away Dave's hard earned cash? She was the reason why Dave had to change his base to RAK so that he can get a new visa for her!! She also have been using working hours to perform her personal stuff!! Like packing her junk, washing her only mug when the bloody sink had other dishes!!! Going to the desert or wake-boarding or watever she does with her darling pin-head ross!!! ALL ON WORKING HOURS!!! What she should be doing is to sit in the office, PRETEND to be working!! Then as soon as the clock strikes 5, she can go whatever she bloody wants!! Bloody &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:f@^%ing"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;f@^%ing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt; git!!! How dare she!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Let's see.....what else.....Oh yes....I did upload my pc wif the pix from Dave's birthday!!! Guess what this little ( as if ) smart alec did!!! She deleted it!! Yes,I accidently deleted the pictures!!! So i suppose you have to wait for about 2 weeks. See that's when I meet Dave next. Busy busy bees working!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;I have to go and get ready soon. Doha flight!! Still tired from last night's Bangkok trip. 2 days till official day off!! Yeah!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Bah...something nice for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;                     New beginnings  are always good!! To new beginnings.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20809846-116333106449642544?l=zazaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zazaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/116333106449642544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20809846&amp;postID=116333106449642544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20809846/posts/default/116333106449642544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20809846/posts/default/116333106449642544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zazaontour.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-green-ipod.html' title='My Green IPod'/><author><name>zaza_on_tour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11900297616530360788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20809846.post-116307308991438626</id><published>2006-11-09T15:15:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T15:51:29.980+04:00</updated><title type='text'>We got smaller</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3801/2096/1600/Picture%20088.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3801/2096/320/Picture%20088.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Neha. This was taken bout 2 years ago in Ciros. She left this morning. She's got a new job with BA starting on the 18th. She had her goodbye party on the 3rd. Not everybody turn up. Wait wait. Before you get any ideas, we do fly as a career, you know. So the gals who did not turn up were not in the country. So she called me on the way to the airport this morning saying goodbye....I'm gonna miss her. We know each other nearly 3 years now...we were batch mates. We did sooo many naughty girly thangs together. Like loads of partying when we first got here....a lot of tears as well.  I remember when she went to Bangkok and she decided to visit her aunty and cousins there. She got out of the cab and she forgot her bag in the boot!! All the mess she went through visiting the cops there. Somehow she still manage to her shopping. Funny gerl she is.  Neha is capable of having too much energy on some days all bubbly and what not, to really down with nothing to cheer her up. Those were the days where we can just sit down for 'chai' (tea) and goss and goss.  Anyway, I'm sure you're gonna read this Neha. Congratulations on your new venture and keep in touch!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On the other hand, last night, Shandi got sacked! She apparently have been nicking stuff from the house and 'distributing' them to her male friends. I was so much in shock that she was capable of giving away stuff from boxes which were still unpacked, new curtains which I recently bought kept under the bed....aaahhhh too much to say. I nearly killed her for all that back-stabbing. I couldn't go to work. The best part, she still denies everything and still wanting to make deals to actually clear her stuff some other day  to her convenience!! Bitch!! I was so upset that I personally took her stuff and chucked it outside. This morning was such a rush, to get new locks for the whole house. God knows how many other men she's given the key to. So, now I have to write a report for work as I was supposed to fly last night.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh yah, Nat resigned. Hooray??!! She somehow decided to change her interest from self motivation to sports with 'pin-head ross' ie her boyfriend Mark. I can't be arsed to type everything. It's just too long. So there everybody, I have to go back to Abu Dhabi to work, leaving Dave all alone in the house with a resigned PA and no house maid. I feel guilty. I feel helpless. I feel shit. I have to change this attitude though cause it kinda drains Dave. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Otherwise I'm fine. I gotta go and start on this report. Catch up soon.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;xx&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20809846-116307308991438626?l=zazaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zazaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/116307308991438626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20809846&amp;postID=116307308991438626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20809846/posts/default/116307308991438626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20809846/posts/default/116307308991438626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zazaontour.blogspot.com/2006/11/we-got-smaller.html' title='We got smaller'/><author><name>zaza_on_tour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11900297616530360788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20809846.post-116287596447270148</id><published>2006-11-07T08:53:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T09:06:04.490+04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And so, this is the day where I get older. (sniff, sniff) But who cares? I still feel 24!!!! I got up with a big hug from my man, 4 bags of goodies, 4 text messages and 2 e-mails plus one from the company ( bluh ). I got a box full of Issey Miyake goodies, a big jewellery box, a wireless card and a skipping rope ( perhaps a sign from Dave to bloody loose my fat wobbly arse? ) hee hee.  Oh and a very nice birthday card, which made me cry like a poof! He wrote without you life would be poo!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You can see the pictures of my pressies on the multiply site soon! I'm already using the wireless card!! This is ssssoooo gggrrrooovvvyyyy!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I got text messages from my mom ( she also made me cry ) Junita, who also send me an email, Shima and werk!!! Emails from Peter and Eugenie and werk!!! (why can't they leave me alone??? It is my bloody birthday and my right to spend it OUT OF WORK!!!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So.....to all of you who remember me.....THANK YOU A MILLION TIMES!!! It is nice to wake up with love......mmmmuuuaahhh!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;xx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20809846-116287596447270148?l=zazaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zazaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/116287596447270148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20809846&amp;postID=116287596447270148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20809846/posts/default/116287596447270148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20809846/posts/default/116287596447270148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zazaontour.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-birthday.html' title='My Birthday'/><author><name>zaza_on_tour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11900297616530360788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20809846.post-116279813203836690</id><published>2006-11-06T10:33:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T11:28:52.086+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to work!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After a month of holiday, it is very difficult to go back to the 'work mode'!!! I was suppose to do a very short flight, which turned last minute to a bombay, but that turned out to be fun too as the South African cricket team was on the flight. Let me start from the very beginning from the time I came back from West Indies....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I spent about a week here to recover from jet lag!!! I still had to check my phone every now and then to get the correct date set in my head!!! We had the whole house to ourselves as Nat was in Nepal, remember climbing Mount Everest??!!!! That was very nice!!! So then the time came for me to get home, as in home to mummy and papa...This will be my first time to see the new house ever since they moved!!! And I loved it!! Mom did a fantastic job in decorating!!It's very ZEN!! The sad thing bout that trip was that my brother didn't even appear at all. I wonder has he and family come over yet.  Dave picked me up from the aiport with a bouquet of flowers when I came back. I loike!!!So there... that was whole month of deserved holiday, now back to work!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;They first started torturing me by sitting me in class for my yearly flying exam!!! And that lasted for 5 days!!! For those of you who do not understand, this was how my mind was....IT WAS STILL IN WEST INDIES AND SINGAPORE!!!!  Ok I suppose I have to stop whining now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The other night we went out to celebrate Dave's birthday. At first, we were suppose to get more people coming. But don't they know the bloody meaning of RSVP!!!!???  They only informed us of their sudden CANNOT make it last minute!!! Plus, there is this someone, who shall remain anonymous, believe it or not, ASKED DAVE WHAT HE WAS DOING FOR HIS BIRTHDAY, ASKED WHY SHE WAS NOT INVITED? then on the morning itself called to say that she actually made other  plans before!!! Bitch!! Does she think that we were born yesterday?? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Disapointed, we told everyone who didn't bother that the dinner was cancelled and just confirmed with our TRUE friends that it was still on.  I don't wanna talk about it anymore. Shitty pretentious people!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So, I'm sure you nosy folks wanna know what I bought for my darling fiance!!! It was the latest imate!! He was so excited with his latest gadget!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tomorrow is MY birthday!! I wonder what I will get. Will let you noe...complete with pictures....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ok peeps......tomorrow then....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;xx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20809846-116279813203836690?l=zazaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zazaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/116279813203836690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20809846&amp;postID=116279813203836690' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20809846/posts/default/116279813203836690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20809846/posts/default/116279813203836690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zazaontour.blogspot.com/2006/11/back-to-work.html' title='Back to work!!!'/><author><name>zaza_on_tour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11900297616530360788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20809846.post-116064077482964339</id><published>2006-10-12T10:22:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T12:12:54.883+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures</title><content type='html'>Oh dear....Finally finished uploading all the 100 plus piccies in the multiply site. Check it out!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20809846-116064077482964339?l=zazaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zazaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/116064077482964339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20809846&amp;postID=116064077482964339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20809846/posts/default/116064077482964339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20809846/posts/default/116064077482964339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zazaontour.blogspot.com/2006/10/pictures.html' title='Pictures'/><author><name>zaza_on_tour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11900297616530360788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20809846.post-116049426882215321</id><published>2006-10-10T19:04:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T19:31:09.640+04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Proposal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3801/2096/1600/DSC01223.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3801/2096/320/DSC01223.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to tell you a secret....whilst in Nevis, Dave dropped on his knee and asked me to marry him!!!!That's right y'all......the man himself has asked me to be his wife!! aaahhhhh.....well...what happened? I have to start from the very beginning.&lt;br /&gt;When Dave came over before we went to the airport, I had to repack his suitcase ( as usual he's very messy ) I saw a box which was wrapped nicely. On top is a note which read, to mummy merry christmas love dave, azizah, tj and cat. And so I thought it was nothing. I asked him what was the pressie, he casually mentioned that he had bought a nice necklace for his mom. And so that was that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We had planned to go for a nice romantic dinner at the caribbean at the Four Seasons, which I thought was great. When we got there, the bloody restaurant, which was planned for, was closed!!! I was so down....but the concierge reffered us to the other al fresco restaurant which was by the beach called 'Mango'. When we reached there, I felt so over-dressed. All the other patrons were dressed so casually, I told Dave that, he said he loved the way we were. ( ok, so this blog will be a mushy one rite, what do I care, I just got engaged!! ) We talked. We drank. A lot more bollocks talking! I even took the pictures of the food that was ordered!!! After the main course, Dave said he needed to go to the men's room. I said ok. It took him a long while. I sincerely thought that the only restrooms were at the main lobby none at the restaurant. Little did I know that he ran back to the car to get the ring there!! He came back with the box, the one that was for his mom and told me to open it. I said no!!! He said, just open. I said at this stage, I will probably tear out the wrapping, he said it's ok. Then I did. Then I saw the ring. Then I slammed the box shut. I cannot believe it. Then he got down on one knee and said the most magical words, Azizah, will you marry me? aaaaaahhhh....how sweet.....The best part is that it fit, the ring fit perfectly!!! The ring is perfect. Not too bling bling. From then on, the only words that I could mutter was oh my god! hee hee hee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So there, please meet the soon-to-be Mrs Dave Crane ladies and gents!! How cool is that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;For those I've not called and tell you personally, I sincerely apologise. Please don't be upset. You know who you are.....For those I did....Oh My God!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;xx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20809846-116049426882215321?l=zazaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zazaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/116049426882215321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20809846&amp;postID=116049426882215321' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20809846/posts/default/116049426882215321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20809846/posts/default/116049426882215321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zazaontour.blogspot.com/2006/10/proposal.html' title='The Proposal'/><author><name>zaza_on_tour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11900297616530360788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20809846.post-115990270062786426</id><published>2006-10-03T23:09:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T23:18:19.373+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday, 3rd October 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm pissed. Really pissed. I finished 2/3 of the peach schnapps bottle which we bought yesterday. Dave had like 2 shots of it and I had the rest. I didn't finish it just like that. We had a nice afternoon bath on the outdoor Jacuzzi. Oh aye, did I mention that Peter and Gene have an outdoor Jacuzzi on the patio on the 2nd floor? Well then peeps, let your imagination run wild!! Hee hee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter and Eugenie left on Sunday morning at around 5am. Dave woke me up at half 4 to say goodbye and such. The cab arrived exactly 5am. We took advantage of the fact that we had someone to click a picture of 4 of us. You will only get to see them we get back to Dubai ( be patient my fans. Because at 52kbps, it would take hours for the pictures to be uploaded ) Peter forced a smile, he's afraid he's gonna be late for the departure, I looked like I just woke up……I DID!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we didn't go to town that day. We went the next day, which was yesterday. We drove to town. Finished it in 10 minutes!!! It was a small town…what do you expect? We parked at the bay, had a drink at one of the restaurants….we walked through town, finished it in 15 minutes, all the shops are selling bout the same thing. We were walking back to the car that we bumped into Dave's aunt and couz….Eulyn thought I was Sam!!! ( Dave's sister!! ) haa haa…don't think I look that much alike.&lt;br /&gt;Blah blah blah..after all that talking of blah and a photo we drove to the new Chinese restaurant which was recommended by Peter and Gene to try out…we head back. By the way, Peter, the new Chinese restaurant is bloody expensive thank you very much. From there we went to the supermarket where we bought some food stuff and booze including the peach schnapps. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We receive Peter's email that they've arrived safely in Canada and of their plans to visit the Viagra falls, that is according to Peter...don't think that is the name love...otherwise you'll only get to see the DOM ( dirty old men ) there..hahahha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, we were supposed to go to St. Kitts ( the sister island ) by I woke up in a fowl mood…..don't ask….ladies only you would understand why. We were stinky poo by lunch time, I suggested to have a bath on the Jacuzzi ( I wanna have an outdoor Jacuzzi in my own house , you should too if you can, trust me). I think we put too much shower gel ( we don't have a bath gel ) that the bubbles got too much……..but I had fun..pissed fun. Dave too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss TJ and Cat. I hope that Nat and Mark are taking good care of them, don't trust Shandy the lazy fat bitch maid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there…I am pissed. Very pissed. Not dave. He will be, later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;xx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;( it just really showed how pissed i m...hee hee )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20809846-115990270062786426?l=zazaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zazaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/115990270062786426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20809846&amp;postID=115990270062786426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20809846/posts/default/115990270062786426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20809846/posts/default/115990270062786426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zazaontour.blogspot.com/2006/10/tuesday-3rd-october-2006.html' title='Tuesday, 3rd October 2006'/><author><name>zaza_on_tour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11900297616530360788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20809846.post-115979056196965241</id><published>2006-10-02T16:00:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T16:02:41.983+04:00</updated><title type='text'>We're here!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh my god!!! Finally we arrived into Nevis. Now ladies and gentlemen, this is after 7 hrs from Abu Dhabi, which we managed to get upgraded to Business class thanks to my work connections!! Get really scanned by the UK immigrations, they threw away my body shop lip balm and my brand new vicks, bastards, waited about 4hrs in gatwick airport, 8 hrs and 18 mins from Gatwick to Antigua, no upgrades this time sat in cattle class thank god it wasn't full, fight my way in Antigua for a damn fag ( actually Dave did the fighting I just sulked he said that I will be sick and needed an ambulance if I didn't get my fag how sweet ), imagine a non-smoking airport, the size of the waiting lounge in an ordinary international airport den fly off to nevis in an 8 seater tiny tiny aircraft which I think is about to break down. During the flight, there was no oxygen drop-out mask!! I think we were flying at 17,000 feet, which is quite high and very loud!! Passed immigration without having to open our suitcases thank you, which according to Peter ( Dave's dad) is quite rare. So there…all sweaty and nasty we came. Please bear in mind that we cannot carry perfume or body spray into London airport, all have to be checked in and I AM NOT BUYING A NEW ONE which was more expensive in London even though it is duty free. So that was why we were stinking. Poor Peter and Eugenie, have to hug 2 stinky people….I wouldn't. hahaha. Then again, WE ARE IN THE CARRIBEAN HA! HA! Please don't be jealous of me, be happy….don't worry I will drink for you, and tan for you…blah blah blah….he he&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we found out that Dave's phone wouldn't work here, damn you Etisalat!! So I let Dave use my Singapore line. We had to tell peeps in Dubai the number here…&lt;br /&gt;So, after bout 24hrs of flying and eating shit airline food, I am so happy to have home cooked food. Eugenie made some stir-fry. Yummy!!!! Plus lots of booze. You know how I don't really fancy red wine, this one here….very nice!!!&lt;br /&gt;You don’t really appreciate a nice cold shower when you are at home, pampered with nice cool ac in your room until you have been through what I went through. Thank you whoever you are for inventing showers!!!&lt;br /&gt;Slept like a log, we both did. Like a log!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day we woke up, I woke up actually bout 6am local time automatically ( won't my mom be proud of me!! ) had breakie of soda bread with cheese and Johnny cakes( another of Eugenie's miracle bakes) with cheese. I tell you I CAN GET FAT!!! I never eat breakfast, well I should but I don't. Even if I do, breakfast is usually eaten at 11am, which literally should be brunch don't you think? Oh then we had the instructions guide from Mr Peter Crane which is very handy. Like the generator, the night alarm,  feeding the dogs and the animals we have to be wary about. Sorry not animals but creepy crawlies. Like the Christmas worms, aplenty, the small jumpy pissing frogs ( ok I forgot the name so sue me!! ) and huge geckos. The key here is that they , the creepy crawlies have to see you first otherwise they will jump on you!! EEEEEEE!!!&lt;br /&gt;We then head to town so that Dave can have his temporary driving licence, won't be good if we get caught without a local licence right? Walking back, apparently one of Dave's aunt saw him, but he didn't. But that will cause talk. Family politics. I think it is best we leave it alone, yeah?Peter drove around the island as a short intro. The rest of the venturing, we will do it ourselves when the 2 lovebirds head off to Toronto. It is gorgeous!! The greenery, the mountains, the tip is usually covered with clouds, the beach. Huh…..you'll understand when you look at the pictures. I think this is such a beautiful place to come and chill. But to live? I don't really know….Especially when you have been growing up in a buzzing city…..anyway, this is such a calm and fresh place to be in.&lt;br /&gt;When we came back, Eugenie made her homemade chicken corn soup which is a lot better than  ones in the restaurants. I have the recipe kwah kwah kwah…… Me and dave thought that we were going to stay up while the other 2 have their siesta ( which by the way means afternoon nap ) but after 5 minutes on the comfy leather seats, we fell asleep. I think it's jet lag….but of course, we had to do the do first. Hey, we are young and in love. To think of it, I think we ……ok too much info now. Hee hee&lt;br /&gt;Dinner was special. Christmas turkey dinner. Yummy!! With red wine!! Mmmm…. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Gotto go now....eyes...tired...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;xx&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20809846-115979056196965241?l=zazaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zazaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/115979056196965241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20809846&amp;postID=115979056196965241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20809846/posts/default/115979056196965241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20809846/posts/default/115979056196965241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zazaontour.blogspot.com/2006/10/were-here.html' title='We&apos;re here!!!'/><author><name>zaza_on_tour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11900297616530360788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20809846.post-115839175749474262</id><published>2006-09-16T11:03:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T11:29:17.516+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Black out.....</title><content type='html'>Me and Dave were watching a movie at home last nite bout midnight, when the whole house suddenly became dark!!!! I thought that the fuse had blown or something like that, but the way Dave panicked made me think that someone had broken into the villa!!!! We checked the fuse box upstairs, nothing, the fuse box outside...also nothing....the other fuse box in the garden, also nothing when I realise that the whole bloody street's gone dark!!!!!! So funny!!!! I think none of the neighbours realised it, well...it was pass midnight.....maybe they did....one thing for sure is that thank god nat's not in the house......cause we called that lecky people they said within the hour......yeah...for the other bloody side of the fucking street!!!! The petrol station had their lights on shortly.......so we sat downstairs...with Dave's ipod, some external speakers....loads of candles ( hhhhaaa....finally my wish came true for a romantic candle lit hall just the 2 of us...NNNOOOTTTT!!!!) and started talking.....something which we have not done in a long time.&lt;br /&gt;Round about 2am, light's still not on....I am so not sleeping alone upstairs in the no circulation bedroom......so I just simply closed my eyes and slept on the sofa!!!Dave finally did the same. On the other sofa as we needed the coolness. hehe&lt;br /&gt;Well...the lecky finally came on only at bloody quarter to 7 in the morning, that's when Nat's already back, the candles all burnt out, the sun bright. Which was good...as we needed the ac most. Back to bed we wnet...slept like a log we both.....&lt;br /&gt;Well, I had a nice and fantastic weekend....look at pix on the mulitly site....&lt;br /&gt;Back to work now......catch you later peeps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20809846-115839175749474262?l=zazaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zazaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/115839175749474262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20809846&amp;postID=115839175749474262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20809846/posts/default/115839175749474262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20809846/posts/default/115839175749474262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zazaontour.blogspot.com/2006/09/black-out.html' title='Black out.....'/><author><name>zaza_on_tour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11900297616530360788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20809846.post-115762890461209516</id><published>2006-09-07T15:12:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T15:35:04.656+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Auction....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hello everybody, remember bout that website I told you about bout the singletons in Dubai? Well, they've closed that auction thing and they've collected bout 5grand in total. Nikki had the highest bidder. Debi had second highest bid and Nat came third! Her bid came in anonymously! According to Nikki,  someone annonymous does not mean no bids, but that secret person had put in extra amount for his name not to be mentioned!! I wonder if it was Mark! You do know that Mark is her official boyfriend, so they've been spending alot of weekends together. It will be hilarious and cute to know Mark was the one who placed the highest bid for Nat. Anyway, whatever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Did you hear? That crocy Aussie had died! He died from heart attack after being stung by a sting ray. Imagine, he's always wrestling around with the crocs and snakes and all those reptiles and nothing happened to him. He was shooting a documentary underwater and he was caught on camera when he died instantly!! So sad, he left behind a  wife and 2 small kids. An 8 year old girl and a 3 year old boy!!! Apparently, he's style of living is very modest. He has a small house and all his money he spent in on a land to fill up with all those dangerous animals. Very big heart!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well, Dave's in Muscat now. Celebrating Andy's birthday!! He's 40!! That's next year for Dave. We might have a big bash for us! My 30th and his 40th!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bangkok tom! Early bastard pick up. Lots of home shopping to do for the peps back home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;okie dokie....that's all folks....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;xx &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20809846-115762890461209516?l=zazaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zazaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/115762890461209516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20809846&amp;postID=115762890461209516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20809846/posts/default/115762890461209516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20809846/posts/default/115762890461209516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zazaontour.blogspot.com/2006/09/auction.html' title='Auction....'/><author><name>zaza_on_tour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11900297616530360788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20809846.post-115718613888328908</id><published>2006-09-02T12:20:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T12:35:38.923+04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Future</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The conversation I told you about in my last blog is settled. They are both very happy, on the same page and have laid every card on the table, well, Dave has. He is the boss. What happened on that birthday was.....Dave came back from Steve's after coffee. He heard voices in the kitchen. A male's voice!! Checked it out and guess who was it? It was Mark!!!! Well, he stayed for the night, how I know? My inside source told me ( I forced info out actually hee hee ) that there was 3 people in the morning for breakfast and the 3rd person was not me!!!  Kwah kwah kwah!! Congratulations Natalia for getting laid! Bout time anyway. So now, it is confirmed that they are a couple. She left for his place on Thursday after work. Nice. By the way, his picture is also on that singletons website. Check it out....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Speaking of that website, I still have no idea who won. Nicky have still yet to update that site. As far as I know, Nat does not need to win it. She already gotten herself a cockylittlestick!!! ahahahahahahah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well, we went for brunch yesterday at the Dusit. Look at the multiply site to see the pickkies.  By 3 pm, all of us were really stuffed and pissed. So no Double Decker. Home to bed instead!! hee hee. Oh yah, Kate and Andy are getting married next July in Bulgaria!!! Imagine!!! They went there a couple of weeks ago, brought both parents down and decided to have the wedding there!! At a bloody cheaper price obviously!!! So, I have already one holiday set next year.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We are going to the Indies end of the month. Still have to book the tickets. But really excited.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dave's in session now. So I thought I'd update my multiply and my blog site. Other than that, nothing really exciting happen.....when there is, you'll be the first to know. And that is a promise!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;xx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20809846-115718613888328908?l=zazaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zazaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/115718613888328908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20809846&amp;postID=115718613888328908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20809846/posts/default/115718613888328908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20809846/posts/default/115718613888328908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zazaontour.blogspot.com/2006/09/future.html' title='The Future'/><author><name>zaza_on_tour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11900297616530360788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20809846.post-115650733020403935</id><published>2006-08-25T15:37:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T16:02:10.243+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There is a site set up from Dubai made for the singletons to find dates. The catch is that these people are actually 'auctioned' off!! The highest price for both sexes gets to go on a date, for 2 of course, at one of the top restaurants here. Who's paying? NO BLOODY CLUE!! However, the money that is got during the auction is for charity......You must check it out at&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nixcharityauction.blogspot.com"&gt;www.nixcharityauction.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; I was only told of the website recently by Dave, reasons as obvious. (pppsssstttt: Nat's in it!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I came back from Geneva last Saturday and I caught a nasty cold from one of the girls. So I have been sick people since then. Dave picked me up from Abu Dhabi on Tuesday for some lovely TLC. I had to go the doctor on Wednesday to cover myself for a class which I missed on Wed. The doctor had to give me ventolin!!! For asthma!!! I suppose this is the result for 10 years of smoking!!! Boy was Dave upset!!! He threatened me that if I don't stop soon, stuff will happen! What stuff? I'd rather not say. I suppose he had to react like that as I was literally wheezing at night!! Well, I've got a week before the threat comes to place. hee hee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;He's now at the pranik healing centre. I'm waiting for the cab. So while waiting, I've decided to blog since I've not done so in a long time. Things are not as how they should be here. Some people who have not worked in a office before sure do not know the office ettiquete ( shit my spelling's horrible). How can you stop a conversation with your boss to answer your bloody mobile phone? Plus as well, you should NEVER complain bout your bad finances to your friends in front of your boss!! ( key words being IN FRONT OF BOSS) Well, He said he will sort it out. We shall see and I of course will update you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Next month's roster is out! It's fantastic! I've got Jakarta, 2 Bangkoks and a Frankfurt. ( I will try to swop that) then it's my annual leave!!! Of the Carribbean, well West Indies actually with my man!! How wonderful is that!!! Huh! I'm not finished yet. His folks are staying there. hee hee ( meet the folkers!!) But only for a coupla days . We're basically house-sitting for them for their holiday which they have not taken together for a long time. Then come back for a camping trip with the doggies den off to my folks for Eid!!! That's the plan stan!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tomorrow,  Nat's love of her life ( which I will tell you next time ) is seeing Dave for a session. Then off he will trot to Jumeirah to get a spa voucher for Nat for the birthday on Sunday. Guess how old she will be??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Old enough. Older than me. Hee hee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have to go my fans. Off the see the world again tonight. How fun!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Catch you soon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;xx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20809846-115650733020403935?l=zazaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zazaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/115650733020403935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20809846&amp;postID=115650733020403935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20809846/posts/default/115650733020403935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20809846/posts/default/115650733020403935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zazaontour.blogspot.com/2006/08/updates.html' title='Updates.....'/><author><name>zaza_on_tour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11900297616530360788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20809846.post-115302620474463190</id><published>2006-07-16T08:54:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T09:03:24.773+04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This was given to me by the author himself. I think he will be famous one day, as an author not football player.......oh dear...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subject: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;What I did on my summer holiday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;By &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Theo Walcott Esq. aged 8 1/2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I went to a place called Germany with my Uncle Sven and some other grown up's.  It is a country in Europe where a bad man called Adolf used to live with his nazties, he does not live there anymore, Uncle Owen does live there, and the grown up's say I cant talk about the bad man as it will make Uncle Owen cry if I do.  In Germany, there are lots of castles and some mountains.  We are staying in a place called Baden Baden that's a silly name, Uncle Frank has the same name as his dad, that's silly too, his mum must get their underpants mixed up all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the aeroplane Uncle Sol sat next to me, he got me some toffee and wants to be my friend, he works at the place where I do my YTS, so does Uncle Freddy but he and Uncle Sol are not best friends anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Owen met us at the airport, he talks foreign, Uncle Wayne, Uncle Steven and Uncle David also talk funny, my mum says Uncle David talks like Orville, he is a duck, Uncle Sol say's Uncle David wears dresses and knickers, and asked me if I had ever worn them.  Uncle Sol got me some pop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Germany the grown ups are going to play football, my granddad says we beat them in the olden days before my mum was born.  That is a long time ago.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;While the grown ups went to play football so I went shopping with Auntie Vicky and some other girls she bought me a big ice cream and got herself a little one but she said she was full before she had eaten any and threw it away.  She bought lots of shoes and handbags and let me play with Brooklyn. All the other grown ups have a girlfriend except Uncle Sol so he plays with me while they go out.  Uncle Sven says I must keep Uncle Sol happy, thats why I got taken on holiday. The grown ups went to play Football against somebody called Sweden, Uncle Sol was crying as Uncle Freddy played for them and would not talk to him.  Uncle Sol bought me lots of toffee today and some crisps.  Uncle Sven is from Sweden and I heard him on the phone to their boss last night.  Uncle Michael hurt his knee and had to go home to his mum for a plaster.  Uncle Peter is a giant, a proper giant like the one you see in books; he is rubbish at football though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Wayne had a sore toe at the start of out holiday but it got better so they let him play football.  Uncle Sol got me a present but I do not like it.  He says all Germans wear leather underpants and I should while we are here, they are too tight for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the grown ups started to call Uncle Wayne a potato head who stood on somebody’s spuds.  He got shouted at by the referee.  They are all saying that we have to go home now.  Uncle Sol was crying again and I had to sit on his knee to make him stop.  He had his mobile phone in his pocket, I think.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;The End.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;What do you think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;xx&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20809846-115302620474463190?l=zazaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zazaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/115302620474463190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20809846&amp;postID=115302620474463190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20809846/posts/default/115302620474463190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20809846/posts/default/115302620474463190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zazaontour.blogspot.com/2006/07/trip.html' title='The Trip'/><author><name>zaza_on_tour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11900297616530360788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20809846.post-115296391141444644</id><published>2006-07-15T15:26:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T15:45:11.430+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dead man's chest</title><content type='html'>Have you watched it yet? Pirates of the carib 2? It's fantastic, that is if you have watched the first one. Watched it yesterday, gold class, with Steve and goldfish. Speaking of goldfish, her mom's supposed to be catching a flight from scotland ( why I have no idea since her mom's staying in newcastle ) to dubai to follow her on her leg to seychelles.  Here comes the fun part, she sent her mom to the wrong bloody airport!!! Oh dear, I really don't wanna be her mom yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Dave's sick today. For all the 2 1/2 years I've been with him, it's the first time. Got the summer flu. Nat came and gone. She worked for a while, she just left. I don't know whether she'll be back later in the day, but I tink she's finally moved out. When I came last Wednesday nite, she was in tears at the final tipping point. She loves the job, but she feels like a huge dark cloud whenever I'm around, because I blank her. Yes, I don't talk to her. I don't know what to say? She asks me something I answer. That's good enough I think. Obviously, to her, it's not. Well, because of that, we had another barney!!! I hate it!!! Having domestics!!! It was the final straw...for Dave... and for Dave, I will talk to Missy. And so I did...today. She said, morning, I waved. I could only do that as I was in a hurry for a tom-tit!!! Then she asked how was my weekend? I said ok...kinda boring at cliff's but had fun yesterday. I hope that was awrite for her. It is a bloody start, I reckon. We shall see, won't we?&lt;br /&gt;I tink Mattias has moved out. That was what it looked like when I left that day. Aida has not called or texted me to say that anything. I did offer. She declined. So fine. Can't force anyone to do anything they don't want to do can you?&lt;br /&gt;The world is getting bad now....first mumbai lapse 2 days beirut......you didn't know? Keep up with the news people.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20809846-115296391141444644?l=zazaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zazaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/115296391141444644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20809846&amp;postID=115296391141444644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20809846/posts/default/115296391141444644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20809846/posts/default/115296391141444644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zazaontour.blogspot.com/2006/07/dead-mans-chest.html' title='Dead man&apos;s chest'/><author><name>zaza_on_tour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11900297616530360788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20809846.post-115269744114009474</id><published>2006-07-12T13:23:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T13:44:01.180+04:00</updated><title type='text'>US Visa</title><content type='html'>I receive a call yesterday from the company saying that I do not start my application for the US Visa, ( which by the way is a very long expensive process and I have been delaying it for the last 5 months ) I will be suspended! Ha! I wish I can say, do it! Cause I am not looking forward to a 14 hour flight from here with only a 24 hour rest in New York. What a threat! What the company should have done, which I am sure that my colleagues will definitely agree, is to arrange a specific day of the week, so that if anyone is free can go to the silly interview, and also to arrange transport from one of the accomodations. This will facilitate all unnecessary payments from us only having to go the airport office to collect the re-imbursement! Who in the right mind will pay about S$40 return trip just to collect S$185??!! Whatever....still need to be done huh? We will officially start this long, dreadful trip on October 26!!! I hope the company won't be a bastard and cancel all the crew's leave with a stupid reason that "we need maximum number of crew" knowing the company, anything is possible!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my so-call fued with Nat is actually not over, according to Nat. She made a decision not to be in the house when I am there. So, she now have made arrangements to live with a mate for a while, but her big major stuff will still be in the house. Questions: why didn't she think of this 4 months ago??? why does she think that everytime me and Dave have a little tiff it is because of her? So, this she moving out thing...is this a victory for me? No, I actually feel bad about it. I know for a fact that they will be closer because of the 2-man team. I WILL be left out. Now, is she prepared to go through this again when she gets a boyfriend? People, I will let you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom wants me to come home for a while to sign some papers. What I have no idea? I am a little pissed off as I did ask her the last time,  will there be anymore of this? She said no, then. Now.... aaarrrggghhh!!! Last I heard as well that my bro's in laws will be there before Eid to celebrated Eid in JB. Question: who the hell invited them? I am so not looking forward to the family war which happened the last time families went on holiday together. Don't people learn their lesson? Don't children know that your parents do not necessary get along with your in- laws? If they do, perfect. If they don't, bloody hell put your feet down to say no!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sincerely apologise people for not been around for a long time. My head had been a mess. I thought it would be best not to blog. Unnecessary things will be written when that happens.&lt;br /&gt;Well, me go upstairs now for tea and lunch with darling Shweta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catch ya later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS:Cold amostphere in abu dhabi, which I am not looking forward to. what is it? I will tell you when the volcano erupts. Which i hope it won't.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20809846-115269744114009474?l=zazaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zazaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/115269744114009474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20809846&amp;postID=115269744114009474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20809846/posts/default/115269744114009474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20809846/posts/default/115269744114009474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zazaontour.blogspot.com/2006/07/us-visa.html' title='US Visa'/><author><name>zaza_on_tour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11900297616530360788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20809846.post-114769250511592409</id><published>2006-05-15T15:15:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T15:28:25.136+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet the family</title><content type='html'>A man and a woman, basically a couple. Been together for a couple of years. He's met her mom. Thinks she's barking. Oh and a walking bin-bag.  This year, she's meeting his mom, aunty and cousins. Unfortunately, his dad cannot be there as he's gotta take care of the house. They happen to live in a crime-filled city. She was nervous. She don't know if they are gonna like her. They planned. They bought the tickets. They got on the aircraft. They couldn't get upgraded as Captain was a wanker! (reason being that she wasn't travelling alone, oh I forgot to mention that she's working for the airline company, so he can't upgrade her! what a wanker. ) They couldn't really sleep on the aircraft as that flight happen to have a lot of crying babies, which she hates. They get there. Mom meets her. Mom loves her! She loves her. She thinks she really wonderful. She's also a really good cook. They went out to see his sister's gig(sister in a band) Everybody loved it. Sister and band were spectacular. She gets along with aunty and cousins. She's happy. Everybody's happy except dad, who couldn't be there. Dad, I'm sure, can't wait for the trip they are planning to be there end of year.&lt;br /&gt;In the morning, he accidently deleted all the pictures he took! What a twat! Silly man..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is this couple? Is it me? Maybe.....maybe not....maybe fiction....maybe fact......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only those who were there knows.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20809846-114769250511592409?l=zazaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zazaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/114769250511592409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20809846&amp;postID=114769250511592409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20809846/posts/default/114769250511592409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20809846/posts/default/114769250511592409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zazaontour.blogspot.com/2006/05/meet-family.html' title='Meet the family'/><author><name>zaza_on_tour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11900297616530360788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20809846.post-114685820166432126</id><published>2006-05-05T23:18:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T23:43:21.720+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was watching THS (true hollywood stories) on E! TV in Jakarta that day and they were showing about Beyonce. It kinda brought back the time when I was in Aussieland watching their concert! And I cried!!! They were the 1st band in the world I cried for. I wasn't sad neither was I happy I don't know why I cried. I remember watching MJ tour and saw that many of his fans were crying and I thought " well, they must be really weird to cry for some gay man on stage." When I cried at the DC's concert, I finally realise or rather understand how those people must be feeling at that time. Mind you, I wasn't bawling or anything just tearing up. So people please don't judge me that I'm wierd...maybe I am.hehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Wenda and Greg are engaged last Friday! Tracy's leaving for the UK in June. For good! So are Sally and Dennis in December! Oh dear, honey, we need to find new friends now. I wonder who will we be having Christmas dinner with then this year. Maybe with Steve and goldfish. Maybe with Jeff. Maybe we'll be somewhere on our own. We'll see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Apparently some very close friends of mine are planning to move out onto a private accomodation and they want to bring me along. Aw.. how sweet. Thanks guys but no thanks. Why would I wanna fork out more money to pay for unnecessary bills when they are all paid for by the company? Besides, should both of you decide to suddenly leave or rather resign, I can't bloody afford to pay all that rent on my own! I can't be arsed to move! The only time I'll move is when I get married and move in with my husband, which won't be anytime soon. So there. I've made up my mind. People who know me know that I HATE packing and unpacking. So the longer I can delay all that unnecessary shite, the better and happier I will be!! hee hee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My parents are suppose to move to the other side of the causeway, ie into the southern state of Malaysia sometime this week. I have absolutely no idea if they've done so. See this is the thing about parents innit? If you don't call, they won't either! And if you don't call, you get labelled as the bad child. Can't parents call once in a while to check on the welfare of your child who is on her own half a world away? NO! Cause they'd expect YOU to call. That's really not fair! huh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My man's on the way back from Egypt. The flight got delayed so he'll only touh down at 1am, get home by 2am, sleep by 3 since he HAS to check his mails before he goes off to bed! Busy bastard day tom. So won't see him til night time. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Watch tele now...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;xx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20809846-114685820166432126?l=zazaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zazaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/114685820166432126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20809846&amp;postID=114685820166432126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20809846/posts/default/114685820166432126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20809846/posts/default/114685820166432126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zazaontour.blogspot.com/2006/05/updates.html' title='Updates'/><author><name>zaza_on_tour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11900297616530360788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20809846.post-114629274965933106</id><published>2006-04-29T09:04:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T10:39:09.706+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Decisions....decisions...</title><content type='html'>A new company memo came out a couple of days ago stating that we can opt for a housing allowance instead of staying of staying at the company's provided accomodation. That money also includes transportation allowance which in total is shite! I know for a fact that a lot of people will go for that, especially those who have boyfriends in town or in the same company. It's good for them, not for me. My boyfriend DOES NOT stay in the same town. I am not the kind of person to know oh no it's the end of the month, it's now time to pay the electricity and water! I have too many bills to add those into my list! After consulting my consultant, ie Dave, I have decided to remain in the 'beautiful' company accomodation. I have a gut feeling that some of my closest friends will go for that! So... when they move out, I will probably get their single apartment. That's it then. Besides, this offer will not go away. I might one day grow up, be responsible and take up that offer. Maybe, maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yesterday I had the best time of my life. We were suppose to go to the Dusit for brunch but something came up and we couldn't go. We went instead to the Irish Village with Steve, goldfish, Marie ( Steve's mom ) and Andy ( steve's brother ) who came all the way from Ireland for a couple of weeks. They've been here before, so it's nice to see them again. We then went to the arcade, like kids, we had a blast! We all pretended to be Jack Bauer, from the TV series 24, and killed all the terrorists in the shooting arcade games. Then....we went to the Jebel Ali shootin range! That was alot of fun. Boy does that bring back memories when I was in school shooting them rifles in the army camps! I came home with a sore arm from the rifle's impact, but it was all good. It's a shame that Marie and goldfish didn't join in. I'm sure they had their reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to go to work now.....Bullocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Can't wait for the UK trip coming up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20809846-114629274965933106?l=zazaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zazaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/114629274965933106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20809846&amp;postID=114629274965933106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20809846/posts/default/114629274965933106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20809846/posts/default/114629274965933106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zazaontour.blogspot.com/2006/04/decisionsdecisions.html' title='Decisions....decisions...'/><author><name>zaza_on_tour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11900297616530360788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20809846.post-114568997322933969</id><published>2006-04-22T10:25:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T11:12:53.243+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Robbie's Gig</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3801/2096/640/DSC00532.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3801/2096/320/DSC00532.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Wow!!! You should have been there....23,000 people ( not 25,000 as I mentioned before. I suppose they CANNOT fit 2000 more people in that jam-packed place last nite!!!) It all started from walking dogs at beach, which was full of idiots so it was very short walk, shower and head to Spice Island at the Renaissanse Hotel for all-you-can-eat-and-drink brunch. Since Dave has cut down on boozing, after 3 glasses of 'apple cider' he was pissed as farts!!! It was hilarious to watch! He was talking rubbish and loudly...HE BECAME NOBY!!! We then head down to the Irish Village for more Satan's drink and Steve bought Dave a peach schnapps shot!! He was monged before 5pm!!!! I texted Nat to tell her that Dave was monged, she contemplated whether to join the boozing race or not!! I, we rather, told her that it is a Friday therefore a NOT WORKING day, and Robbie's here!! So &lt;a href="mailto:shut-the-f@*%-up"&gt;shut-the-f@*%-up&lt;/a&gt; and DRINK!!! I tink she did..hee hee.&lt;br /&gt;Then, we head down to Nad al Sheba where the gig's at. Guess what? There were already about 5000 people there when we arrived!!! Shit!! It was only half five in the afternoon and we have bloody 3 hours to wait before hot shot gets on he stage. Mind you they NEVER start on time! I wonder why the hell is that! I think that all singers should take an oath to bloody start their gig's on the bloody dot!!!&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, as time passes by, tick tock tick tock, more and more sweaty people arrive and booze was slowly wearing off! No good I tell you. It's really unbelieveable that it is during these period where people should appreciate underarm deodarant and perfum as in &lt;a href="mailto:f*&amp;@ing"&gt;f*&amp;amp;@ing&lt;/a&gt; USE THEM!!! My god!! You don't have to look for them odour! It's everywhere!!! BAD BODY ODOUR!!!!&lt;br /&gt;At 7.30pm, Robbie's opening act came on. It was a DJ. He was shite! Really. Not that I am a deejay myself, I do know a lot about good music and hey I'm dating an ex-top DJ!!! I really sholud know. (ok when I say ex, not that someone took over, he got bored and switched lines) By this time, the place was jammed packed!! Robbie finally came out a 9pm!! ( he was meant to start at 8.30pm! what's up with these stars anyway???? Don't they know how to read time??!!)&lt;br /&gt;The whole set, the stage, the lights...everything was great. He interacted with the crowd. He made us laugh, he told us, Ready? Get your camera's ready. while he posed! (bastard!) He made us sing! And he f*%&amp;amp;ed up on his songs. I meant he didn't know the words on some songs. Oh ai! He made fun of alot of other singers, in a joking way, to the other crew of Take That, Ronan Keating, Phil Collins and J-Lo!!! That was funny! And then he made fun of himself.&lt;br /&gt;The down side was that he only sang a couple of his hits, he ocncentrated more on his current album, which is not as spectacular as his former ones. He did sing Feel and Angel and Rock DJ and Let me Entertain you though.&lt;br /&gt;All in all, I really enjoyed myself. I wanted to see him. I did. Did I regret it? Fuck no! I would if I hadn't been. It was an arse to get a ride back home. It was an arse of a major back pain, sore feet and bad odour!! But it was all worth it to see the most flamboyant star on earth live on stage (to my point of view)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should have been there!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: The pictures are on my multiply site! Check it out! The latest thing is that J-Lo has postponed her concert here next week! B*%^@!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20809846-114568997322933969?l=zazaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zazaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/114568997322933969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20809846&amp;postID=114568997322933969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20809846/posts/default/114568997322933969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20809846/posts/default/114568997322933969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zazaontour.blogspot.com/2006/04/robbies-gig.html' title='Robbie&apos;s Gig'/><author><name>zaza_on_tour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11900297616530360788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20809846.post-114555586072610380</id><published>2006-04-20T21:14:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T21:57:40.790+04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok ok...I'm sorry... I was really busy,doing what u ask...well...stuff!! Anyway, Nat's (Dave's new PA) has started. She an Aussie, very nice. I'm the one who's not. It is very difficult for me to kinda 'let go' some stuff.  It took me a while for me to be ok, poor Dave, he's caught in the middle. But now, everthing's fine and dandy. I apologise to you honey and to Nat for being a prick for a week and thank you both for your patience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember I told you that I have a project to do? I have a confession to make. I have yet to start on it!!! I know it's the end of the month. I have NO BLOODY TIME!!!!Actually, that's not the truth really. I'm just...well.....lazy.&lt;br /&gt;Now let's get the juice out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shima, I'm afraid to dissapoint you. She's not coming back to Dubai ( unless Leroy decides to sponsor her ) She got the job at the saloon rite? But the owner wants her to start work immediately which she can't as she needs to give her one month notice to her current one. Plus this lady does not want to buy Shima her ticket back to Dubai. So, that's that then I suppose.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Anuj ( Shweta's boyfriend ) has started flying. I will find out in a coupla days how it went.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Neha's so in love with her current boyfriend who is coming to Abu Dhabi next month for  a couple of days before they both head off to Bangkok for a short hol. The whole group's so happy for her. Finally, she got a steady boyfriend who loves her, and has got practically the same attitude.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rakhee. She has been a naughty girl. The girls and I think that she's got another lover who's german and the rumour is that he's gay. I dunno. I have yet to find out the truth. The world is getting more and more wierd. I suppose he can't be gay, he is a bisexual then huh?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;This year, mom's CPF(the money that the goventment saves for us and pays back when in age) is due. Guess who's the most excited of all? That's rite. The smelly-armpit fat woman.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Oh yah, the cricket teams were here playing for the tsunami aid. Aida brought the Indian cricket team on her flight and Shweta brought the Bollywood stars. She was so excited and happy cause Salman Khan was there. He's her favourite. She got his autograph, but thanks to his illegible handwriting, my dear Shwepps thought that he wrote "Call me"!!!! hahaha Poor girl. Trying to hard I think! hee hee&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, tomorrow is the Robbie Williams concert. I'm dead excited. He is the most flamboyant artist on stage I have ever known. Even better then Bono. 25,000 people due to be sick from the partying and will not be at work on Saturday!!! hahahaha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;NExt week will be J-Lo. I just made myself a new top at my tailors. I really excited. I will tell you all about it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I gotto go. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;xx&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;PS: I have added new pictures. See my best friend's princesses as well.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20809846-114555586072610380?l=zazaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zazaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/114555586072610380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20809846&amp;postID=114555586072610380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20809846/posts/default/114555586072610380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20809846/posts/default/114555586072610380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zazaontour.blogspot.com/2006/04/ok-ok.html' title=''/><author><name>zaza_on_tour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11900297616530360788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20809846.post-114554757678899866</id><published>2006-04-20T19:36:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T19:39:36.800+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lesson in Management</title><content type='html'>Nanie sent me this...............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THis is a good one.&lt;br /&gt;Johnny wanted to screw a girl in his office.....but she belonged to someone else... One day Johnny got so frustrated that he went up to her and said I'll give you a 1000 dollars if you let me screw you....but the girl said NO.&lt;br /&gt;Johnny said I'll be fast, I'll throw the money on the floor, you bend down,I'll be finished by the time you pick it up. She thought for a moment and said that she would have to consult her boyfriend.....so she called her boyfriend and told him the story. Her boyfriend says ask him for 2000 dollars, pick up the money very fast, he won't even be able to get his pants down. So she agrees and accepts the proposal.&lt;br /&gt;Half an hour goes by and the boyfriend is waiting for his girlfriend to call. Finally after 45 mins the boyfriend calls and asks what happened......&lt;br /&gt;She said "THE BASTARD USED COINS!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Management lesson:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALWAYS CONSIDER A BUSINESS PROPOSAL IN ITS ENTIRETY!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20809846-114554757678899866?l=zazaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zazaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/114554757678899866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20809846&amp;postID=114554757678899866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20809846/posts/default/114554757678899866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20809846/posts/default/114554757678899866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zazaontour.blogspot.com/2006/04/lesson-in-management.html' title='Lesson in Management'/><author><name>zaza_on_tour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11900297616530360788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20809846.post-114456875523673918</id><published>2006-04-09T11:38:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T11:45:55.250+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Projects!!!</title><content type='html'>Well then..... I went to see the person-in-charge ( can't tell you yet who I went to see ), now I have  to prepare a 15 minute presentation on UAE n EY to the team of interviewers which will be in a fortnight. I'm a little excited, a little nervous at the same time. Dave's been a real bitch!!! I really updating the world and here he is nagging about WHY I'M BLOGGING INSTEAD OF STARTING MY PROJECT??? Ok Ok...he has a point but I've not blogged in a long time and there are so many stories to tell......I suppose I will tell you all about it in Jakarta......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus as well, add in more photos in the multiply site.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go..... he's staring at me now.... ( he's only doing it when he's rite, he knows who's the boss here)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Dave's PA is FINALLY starting on monday, I won't be here, lucky her!! hee hee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20809846-114456875523673918?l=zazaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zazaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/114456875523673918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20809846&amp;postID=114456875523673918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20809846/posts/default/114456875523673918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20809846/posts/default/114456875523673918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zazaontour.blogspot.com/2006/04/projects.html' title='Projects!!!'/><author><name>zaza_on_tour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11900297616530360788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20809846.post-114365581790629176</id><published>2006-03-29T21:49:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T22:10:17.946+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to move on.....</title><content type='html'>It does not mean for me to leave my job....no....I have decided, together with Dave of course that it is time for me to move up the ladder. The reason behind all this is, I need a break from flying all the bloody time, maybe if I become like a part time instructor, it would be cool....3 months in the office with newbies, 3 months in the air...Well, it's not like that I am spectacular, but there are other people interested in the same post as I am, and I WANT THAT BLOODY JOB!!!&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I am suppose to update my resume and hand it in to the guy, hey, I need a break!!! Besides, I have to update my 'followers' hee hee....i don't mean it in a horrible way.&lt;br /&gt;Let's see whats the latest,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shima have yet to get a job here, she's going to another interview tomorrow, I hope she gets it. The story of her and Leroy, well, he is now actually a partner in a local firm here, he does not know that she knows...complicated huh? She's trying to play hard-to-get. He's not getting it...she's impatient....yadda yadda yadda, you get the hint huh?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Neha's in Delhi, getting her shag from her new boyfriend. He does look nice. Apparently, he's also as eager as she is. And the horoscope say that they are getting married in July!! That's fast huh?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Aida's pissed off with the new roster ( oh yah, I love mine, I've got 2 Jakartas, I Gatwick where by the way we stay at the new hotel, like a hostel to me and it's shite! Imagine with a suitcase and no bloody lift! I am pampered, WE ALL ARE!!! And I get to go to both Robbie and J LO's concert in the month, I'm still trying to get Dave to come along to J.Lo's) She requested, with Mattias, to get separate Toronto flights and somehow meet 2 days together in Brussels, don't ask, I'm also confused I've not done the bloody flight. BUt she didn't get it, and she's pissed and she's going sick on that day ( thank god I'm on days off) and gonna write a fat report&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shweta. Well, she's happy now that her boyfriend's in the same company, Anuj's last week before getting in the air is next week... so she's happy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am here in Sharjah. Dave's on the bed, copying some audio books, I'm sorry alot of audio books some for me as well. Dogs are fine, I'm going sick for my Frankfurt flight ( nothing to do except see german sausages???? YUCK!!!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh yah, Mom did come down to Jakarta. We did alot of catching up as well as alot of shopping. I officially HATE my sis-in-law now. I really think that she needs to SHUT THE F&amp;^* UP!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's it for now. I will tell you what I know about you-know-who next time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;xx&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;PS: Wish me luck on that part time thingy....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20809846-114365581790629176?l=zazaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zazaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/114365581790629176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20809846&amp;postID=114365581790629176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20809846/posts/default/114365581790629176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20809846/posts/default/114365581790629176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zazaontour.blogspot.com/2006/03/time-to-move-on.html' title='Time to move on.....'/><author><name>zaza_on_tour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11900297616530360788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20809846.post-114244491960154454</id><published>2006-03-15T21:43:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T21:48:39.630+04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Right then, I know it's been some time since I've blogged. Then again, I do have a life you know. Shima arrived on the 14th. She looked good, better then how she was when she was still working here. I suppose when you are with bad partner you do look bad. Anyway, she wants to get a job here, and sweet Dave's given a friend at BNI her contact. Hope it works out well.&lt;br /&gt;I can't say muc, I need to get ready for my Jakarta flight. Flight official flight. Cool huh? At first it was only me whom they put as language speaker. Then they put 2 more others. That's nice. Mom's meeting me there. I'm quite excited, a little nervous. I hope things work out well, perfect in fact!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, gotta go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20809846-114244491960154454?l=zazaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zazaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/114244491960154454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20809846&amp;postID=114244491960154454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20809846/posts/default/114244491960154454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20809846/posts/default/114244491960154454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zazaontour.blogspot.com/2006/03/right-then-i-know-its-been-some-time.html' title=''/><author><name>zaza_on_tour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11900297616530360788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20809846.post-114175911956034097</id><published>2006-03-07T22:58:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T23:18:39.606+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Change of Roster</title><content type='html'>I was meant to do 2 day flights...but they(the office) asked me whether I wanted to have it change for a Bangkok? Do I not want it??? OOOFFF CCCOOUUURRRSSEEE!!! So I did!! The crew were great....I changed my usual itenary of Bangkok. No I did not go for a superlicious massage, instead went for a sumptous seafood meal with 5 other crew 2 of whom are their first Bangkok trip! We ate like pigs!!! Seafood fried rice, fried kang kong in oyster sauce, crabs, prawns, tofu and sotong balls all in large portion, all for just a mere AED 35 per person! That's like SGD 17.50 or RM35!!! How cool is that? All of us came out of the restaurant like fat buddhas!!!&lt;br /&gt;So, ladies and gentlemen, the first thing to do when visiting Bangkok is to visit their famous Pat Pong, where shopping for fake goods are a must and the world famous Ping Pong Show (full of 'lady-boys'). It a show where you HAVE to see, but just once so that you can tell the whole world that yeah you've been there, done that. But do not be fooled people, it is the most disgusting show you will ever see in your life.......that's why it's only a one time thing! Those who do know will squirm those who don't....never mind.&lt;br /&gt;I bought my self 3 bags!!! Don't ask. But I simply must. 13 dvds and a fag case. We came back tired, made promises to meet at the pool the next day at 10 in the morning. My arse...we only manage to wake up at 1 in the afternoon!!!Hee Hee&lt;br /&gt;The great thing about that flight was that we do not work on the way back. We sat in the aircraft like passsengers whilst we watch other colleagues slog their arse to please other passengers and watch movies!!!&lt;br /&gt;Now, let's update you....what's there...oh yes....Shima's coming next week. She used to work with Etihad, now she's back in KL. She left the company for personal reasons but she's missing us. So she'll be here for 2 weeks!! I tell you something, if you are still young and want to venture out and be independant plus have loads of fun, Dubai is the place to be. But once you are here, either you get addicted or you get sick of the twats that you will find here. It's amazing that the whole world's collection of twats are also found here. Thank God for me, I'm always out of the country so I do get to 'miss' them....NOT!!!&lt;br /&gt;I've got to go to the office tom for a mere 2 hours to see our new aircraft....familiarisation it's called ( what a word ) then off to Dave's. Can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good nite......early bastard morning tom....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20809846-114175911956034097?l=zazaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zazaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/114175911956034097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20809846&amp;postID=114175911956034097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20809846/posts/default/114175911956034097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20809846/posts/default/114175911956034097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zazaontour.blogspot.com/2006/03/change-of-roster.html' title='Change of Roster'/><author><name>zaza_on_tour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11900297616530360788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20809846.post-114147489970311378</id><published>2006-03-04T16:03:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T16:21:39.713+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Geneva</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3801/2096/640/DSC00305.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3801/2096/320/DSC00305.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  What a trip! I tell you...so many things happened on such a short trip like this....amazing! However, this is just one of the few snapshots we took whilst we were there. Such a conradiction you will read, the many things that happened on that trip I really can't tell you yet. Let the case settle and I promise I will let you nosies know what the fuss was all about.&lt;br /&gt;Although we did not do much, Dave told me he did have fun and that was the most important thing. The Captain was pissed every night....that all of us found out that he had a vasectomy 10 years ago, re-married 3 years ago to a Russian bird who by the way is 2 years younger then his eldest daughter!!! Now, this new bride was a baby so what did the old man had to do? Of course, had his balls checked and pricked for them swimmers!!!! Now, what does that tell you about man huh? hee hee&lt;br /&gt;I was suppose to do 2 short flights tom and the day after but the office changed it for a bloody Bangkok!!! How brilliant is that? Now lets see...the shopping list would be.....&lt;br /&gt;I chatted with my dear friend whom I have not spoken to in a long long time. She and I go way back to the Shatec Days. She's now married with a baby girl and is trying for a second one now. She is now the sec to the rooms division manager in a hotel in singapore which I am very proud of. Good gerl Nanie......&lt;br /&gt;Bobsy's wedding day today.(Dave's very good friend) We were suppose to go to Manchester for the wedding, however, I have to work tom so that makes it really impossible. Besides, if we go, not only the pressie we need to think about, the flight only will be about 7000 dhs, which is about SGD3500 for both of us, and we need to pay for the hotel and wat not... I don mean to sound like a god damn scrooge, we are not that kind of people, but tell me then would you spend that much???????? I rest my case people.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All right now....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard that Shima is coming back for a short holiday, remember the uproar due to the pictures, the Danish are making a movie or drama about it.&lt;br /&gt;I shall keep you posted! Hey who else then huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20809846-114147489970311378?l=zazaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zazaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/114147489970311378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20809846&amp;postID=114147489970311378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20809846/posts/default/114147489970311378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20809846/posts/default/114147489970311378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zazaontour.blogspot.com/2006/03/geneva.html' title='Geneva'/><author><name>zaza_on_tour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11900297616530360788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20809846.post-114120532796357182</id><published>2006-03-01T13:27:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T13:28:47.976+04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in Geneve now with Dave......AND IT'S SNOWING!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20809846-114120532796357182?l=zazaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zazaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/114120532796357182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20809846&amp;postID=114120532796357182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20809846/posts/default/114120532796357182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20809846/posts/default/114120532796357182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zazaontour.blogspot.com/2006/03/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>zaza_on_tour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11900297616530360788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20809846.post-114080326435802877</id><published>2006-02-24T21:28:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T21:47:44.366+04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3801/2096/640/DSC00610.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3801/2096/320/DSC00610.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Well then, this is Dave. To all of you who don't know who he is, he is my boyfriend. This was taken on his birthday, to which at the of the night he was totally totally smashed thanks to George and Steve. On the dentist chair in Jimmy Dix, the bartender poured some colourless liquid which I cannot mention due to some reason or other, Dave was practically drenched. hee hee that was funny.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, as promised, the updates from last nite. Dave was fantastic on stage. It seemed that he was so smooth, but that was so not the case. He was so nervous, he told me later. But I had all the confidence in him to rock. I am so proud of him!!!! And also so proud to be his bird!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The comediens were great as well. It is very rare to find all 3 of them to get all the audience cracking, but they did it!!! The 1st one looked like Father Ted, the 2nd one had peeling skin which he ate on stage ( I can't believe you fell for it, I did ) and the last one looked like he had a broken neck!!!! Dave said he will post last nite's pictures on his blog...look at it...otherwise I will have it soon ( knowing Dave) I love you honey mmmuuaahhh!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Sally as usual was pissed and was shouting from the floor about the winner for Big Brother UK, and Dennis was practically pissed at her for doing that. Stop that Sal, shut up sal....&lt;br /&gt;It was a good crowd as well. Tina did not turn up neither did Steve and his pet goldfish.....mind you goldfish's dad and step mom's in town so prob they had other plans....prob trying to swim in the big ocean. That is another story which I will tell you another day, it's too long for one blog. hahahhah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out my fotopages...I have some new pictures.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20809846-114080326435802877?l=zazaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zazaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/114080326435802877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20809846&amp;postID=114080326435802877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20809846/posts/default/114080326435802877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20809846/posts/default/114080326435802877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zazaontour.blogspot.com/2006/02/well-then-this-is-dave.html' title=''/><author><name>zaza_on_tour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11900297616530360788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20809846.post-114068877713848203</id><published>2006-02-23T13:40:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T13:59:37.266+04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3801/2096/320/Storm%20Watch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3801/2096/160/Storm%20Watch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  well well well.....It's been 3 days since you heard from me...miss me? ;)&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, it was our 2 yrs anniversary!! Fucking 2 years.....that's how long I've been with Dave, didn't really feel like it. Whatever it is, it's great! I didn't get anything for him, we promised, he broke it and bought me the Storm watch (see picture left) and a lovely card. We went to Lotus One for din dins, and had a bottle of bubbly,compliments from Alex and to the Tribute Nite at the Holiday Inn, compliments from Jeff.......Food was DELICIOUS!!!! and I AM VERY FUSSY BOUT GOOD FOOD.....Aida, Mattias and Masita are all in Singapore, and although I miss home.....you know the drill....hee hee.....It rained this morning, still is I think....the weather's gonna change I tell you....to the BLOODY HOT HEAT!!SUMMER IS COMING PEOPLE, get ready to sweat your tits off and have a wet suit!!! hee hee Tonite, Dave's compering at Zinc, for the comedy nite....dunno how good it'll be the comedy I mean....will tell you all about it tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tina might go, that'll be cool, I wonder who she'll bring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the goss tom peps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20809846-114068877713848203?l=zazaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zazaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/114068877713848203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20809846&amp;postID=114068877713848203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20809846/posts/default/114068877713848203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20809846/posts/default/114068877713848203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zazaontour.blogspot.com/2006/02/well-well-well.html' title=''/><author><name>zaza_on_tour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11900297616530360788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20809846.post-114026662921060890</id><published>2006-02-18T16:40:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T16:43:49.426+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Murder!!!!</title><content type='html'>Read this link.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://uk.news.yahoo.com/17022006/140/1m-bounty-offered-kill-cartoonist.html"&gt;http://uk.news.yahoo.com/17022006/140/1m-bounty-offered-kill-cartoonist.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is so wrong.....We're wondering how come other Muslim Leaders of other countries, eg Singapore, Malaysia or Brunei are not saying anything about this......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on, Muslims, don't tell me that all of you agree to all this :( This is really upsetting and disgraceful&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20809846-114026662921060890?l=zazaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zazaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/114026662921060890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20809846&amp;postID=114026662921060890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20809846/posts/default/114026662921060890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20809846/posts/default/114026662921060890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zazaontour.blogspot.com/2006/02/murder.html' title='Murder!!!!'/><author><name>zaza_on_tour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11900297616530360788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20809846.post-114010310881161203</id><published>2006-02-16T19:08:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T19:18:28.836+04:00</updated><title type='text'>London</title><content type='html'>Ooohh my!!! I just got back from London today, and what a trip!! At first I thought it was gonna be a drag, but the crew was nice. We went on the big bus trip!! Ok the sites were like how you would see on tele, but the cool part ( and I sincerely don't mean the bloody COLD weather ) was that we passed Sean Connery's house, plus Roger Moore!! Ok as well Margo Thatcher. How cool is that???!!!&lt;br /&gt;Dave surprised me by placing a bouquet of red roses on the bed with a Valentine's card, well post Valentine. I was in London remember? That is really sweet, because I never expected it. 9 stalks, which means til death do us part(is that suppose to be a sign) . Honey, I know you read this, and you know I'm giggling rite now!!!&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's the Dubai's Pedigree Dog Show in Nad Al Sheba. I wonder if Dennis is still up to go? I will call him now. Ok, although we did not train TJ and Cat to be like them posh dogs, maybe they might get the inspiration, maybe they'll just eat up them tiny pooches!!! hahahaha Yeah rite, TJ and Cat are the softest huge big dogs you'll ever get to meet in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave's back. Big hug, big kiss.....my turn to give him his pressies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20809846-114010310881161203?l=zazaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zazaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/114010310881161203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20809846&amp;postID=114010310881161203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20809846/posts/default/114010310881161203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20809846/posts/default/114010310881161203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zazaontour.blogspot.com/2006/02/london.html' title='London'/><author><name>zaza_on_tour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11900297616530360788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20809846.post-113976328400775425</id><published>2006-02-12T20:32:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T20:54:44.046+04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am at home, all alone. Aida's in London(she'll be taking over my aircraft tom), Mattias's in Frankfurt, Neha and Shweta's in Delhi(it was Shweta's birthday yesterday and I totally forgot) and Karen's going to Peshawar tonite. So I decided to copy my newly bought cd's into my laptop and tot to text mom.&lt;br /&gt;I have to tell you about my mother. She is a work-a-holic! And I hate that. It is now about 20 to 1 in the morning in Singapore and she's still awake!!! She's doing her work at home!! The truth is that I am quite upset about that...she has to learn not to work hard but to work SMART!! That's what everybody should do really....now, she's about 25++(can't tell you her real age can I) and she's still working so damn hard, she does not have time for herself!!! And that really piss me off. I have to tell her that. I don't know how she'll take it.&lt;br /&gt;Dave is just on the way back from work! He's just finished with his last client for the day at the Knowledge Village, which is at the busy part of Dubai. That bloke's a manic depressant. I don't know how Dave solved it. I'd tell him just to jump!! hahahahah&lt;br /&gt;I've been nagging Dave to blog every single day, but still he has not. I know that the whole world wants to know wat he's been up to, stubborn he is. He just met with an accident. Not a bad one, thank god just a little bump he made to a BMW. He said it was his fault. I think someone's been giving him the bad eye. I tell you why. We just say about a week ago collected the Prado back from the workshop, to repair his old accident, that time some twat hit him, and now look what bloody happen!!!&lt;br /&gt;Someone from work just only today gave me the pendant to repel away the evil eye, how coincidental is that??? So I told Dave that I will put that pendant in the car. He agreed. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;We shall see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now going to copy Desperate Housewife's Season 2 into my external hard drive to bring to London tomorrow. Bloody hell I've got 3 bloody nites there!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you bye!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20809846-113976328400775425?l=zazaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zazaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/113976328400775425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20809846&amp;postID=113976328400775425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20809846/posts/default/113976328400775425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20809846/posts/default/113976328400775425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zazaontour.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-am-at-home-all-alone.html' title=''/><author><name>zaza_on_tour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11900297616530360788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20809846.post-113967379465819363</id><published>2006-02-11T19:47:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T20:03:16.140+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rubbish....</title><content type='html'>What a chaotic world it has become!! Ok ok....I admit that it was wrong for the Danish newspaper to print that.....however, did you know that if the Danish Imam had not been round the world to show it.....the world would not have known!!!! I quote from the local paper here in UAE, 7 days,printed on Wednesday 8th February,&lt;br /&gt;"Ahmed Abu Laban, one of Denmark's leading Muslim admitted yesterday that he had toured the Middle East with a group of Muslims in October and met senior figures to tell them of the publication of the cartoons by the newspaper Jyllands Posten. He said he did so after his efforts to complain in Denmark about the cartoons were ignored. He presented a 43-page dossier to selected contracts outlining "racism and Islamphobia in Denmark.""&lt;br /&gt;Now, again I agree that it is wrong, but is the way to protest right? By burning the embassies down? By calling Jihad? Where is the maturity of the people in accepting what others say about other religion?&lt;br /&gt;But then again, what is the right way? Burning down buildings is definitely not!!!!Calling Jihad is most definitely NOT!!!&lt;br /&gt;At work, one of the Scandinavian girls had a burnt flag in her pigeon-hole!! Now is that right then? In the UK, they will be holding another demonstration, but the diff here is that the Mayor of London is going along as well......that I think is really cool....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://uk.news.yahoo.com/11022006/344/muslims-london-cartoons-protest.html"&gt;http://uk.news.yahoo.com/11022006/344/muslims-london-cartoons-protest.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doing a Beirut flight tom then a long London......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catch you later......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20809846-113967379465819363?l=zazaontour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zazaontour.blogspot.com/feeds/113967379465819363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20809846&amp;postID=113967379465819363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20809846/posts/default/113967379465819363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20809846/posts/default/113967379465819363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zazaontour.blogspot.com/2006/02/rubbish.html' title='Rubbish....'/><author><name>zaza_on_tour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11900297616530360788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
