<?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-7538191</id><updated>2012-03-20T08:17:02.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cry on my shoulder.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538191/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538191/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>eeek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06334412791866510365</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>351</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538191.post-6660684292961686244</id><published>2011-06-23T19:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T19:54:33.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'>major turbulence</title><content type='html'>People come and go, it is part and parcel of life. Face it. I read through a few of my blog posts in the past and I came to a realisation: I have changed. I wish I am able to face life's obstacles with such optimism and positivity. But somehow, I have changed. Not for the worst, but to a more rational and mature individual. The zest for life is waning. What is happening? I think I just got thrusted into the world of adults. It is complicated and I do not wish to be there. But what other choices do I have?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The standard of living and fast paced environment here is seriously pushing me to the edge and I would very much like to look for an alternative and take root elsewhere. But sometimes, it takes more courage to stay than to leave. And I have decided, and am determined to stand firm in my decision. But why is there a small and frail voice which tells me otherwise?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538191-6660684292961686244?l=supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com/feeds/6660684292961686244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538191&amp;postID=6660684292961686244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538191/posts/default/6660684292961686244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538191/posts/default/6660684292961686244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com/2011/06/major-turbulence.html' title='major turbulence'/><author><name>eeek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06334412791866510365</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-7538191.post-8199968154156391544</id><published>2010-08-07T13:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T19:51:37.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of expectations and disappointment</title><content type='html'>Just thought I should probably blog for one last time before I go into hiding. I finally found employment after 3 hard months of searching and am grateful to the manager who is willing to give me an opportunity to start my first career with them. But I'm filled with apprehension! I really wonder if I'm able to meet their expectations and survive amongst the political pressure so often seen in workplaces. I crumbled like falling uno blocks the last time and I'm not really sure if I have changed four years later. Well, I was in certain circumstances that made me alter my perspectives on how 'perfect' the society really is but still.. I'm not sure if I am able to handle them. When that time comes, I can only hope and pray that I am able to do it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;There is this principle that always serves as a self-reminder to myself: that I should not carry any expectations from anyone since disappointment thrives with it. But it's funny how my expectations of others unknowingly sets in and I tend to be disappointed over something done which was not discussed or pre-planned (excluding surprises). I don't like this feeling. In fact, I hate it. I feel neglected and abandoned. I have no idea if I'm getting disappointed for all the right reasons. At times, I'm not even sure why am I disappointed for. And tada, I become a confused person and that is when this particular principle kicks my butt and scowls 'LEARN YOUR LESSON', of course metaphorically.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;For now, I guess I'll just cancel out some of the activities I'm supposed to be doing, expect nothing, and immerse myself into a sea of words and my own figment of imagination.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538191-8199968154156391544?l=supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com/feeds/8199968154156391544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538191&amp;postID=8199968154156391544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538191/posts/default/8199968154156391544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538191/posts/default/8199968154156391544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com/2010/08/of-expectations-and-disappointment.html' title='of expectations and disappointment'/><author><name>eeek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06334412791866510365</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-7538191.post-2533809400270085270</id><published>2010-05-25T17:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T15:03:29.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'>byebye fairytales</title><content type='html'>The fact that I had so much difficulty getting into this page really shows how long I haven't updated, eh? These past 2 years spent in school wasn't as easy as I thought it would be as I was swamped with assignments and group projects. Sometimes, I really marvel at my concentration span as I could sit in front of the desk with my laptop religiously for 4 months, solely reading and researching for my assignments every single day. A daunting task for most I would say. Of course, there's bound to be a time when I start to suffer from mental breakdown and had my boyfriend picking up the pieces. Lucky me, he's always there for me.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Being a mini society, just like the mini circuit and simulated traffic conditions for driving, school has served its purpose by increasing awareness for the naive (people like me) as to how the society at large actually works, and not to forget, the ugliness of human nature. There were instances when some used networks gained in school as a means to commit fraudulent acts while others slyly gained the trust of unsuspecting females and found their way into their pants. Putting all that negativity aside, there are some really nice friends in school, well.. that is if you look hard enough or are simply lucky. I spent a year and a half hopping from one group to another due to different goals and a non-reciprocal relationship -- most of the time it was I-lose-you-win sort of thing but never a win-win outcome. Okay, in short I was taken advantage of since it wasn't a hidden fact that I have pretty high expectations for work. Just as well, it is better to do more than less since I had an easier time preparing for exams. Too bad for me, it was only towards the last few months of my studies when I found a group that responded to my 'reciprocity SOS'.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;During that period of time, I had to also witness a really ugly internal fight which seemed to reiterate the turn of events in Hongkong dramas. Some say blood is thicker than water, but I beg to differ. Imagine knowing someone for 23 years thinking that she is a hospitable and kind person, but in a twist of events, turned her back on her brother who so badly needed help and support which eventually led to his death. There were also truckloads of evil deeds that she did in the past and of which my parents only revealed to us recently since we were quite young then. Those information made me feel really disgusted with her and family and what a pity (especially when some cousins were childhood playmates), I decided to sever all ties with them when they, in the absence of conscience pointed fingers at my family for the mysterious death. But what I ponder about is if they were really so bad, why did my parents continued on with this family relationship? Were my parents really &lt;b&gt;that&lt;/b&gt; forgiving or was this all a pretense in the hope that bro and I get good childhood memories? Whatever the reason, any childhood memories with them are now rendered meaningless. As long as there is enough for subsistence living, the status, money and wealth that they possess don't mean anything to me.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Comparing myself to others, I'm quite fortunate to only experience the cruel reality of life at this age. At least I've had my fair share of 'the damsel in distress will always be saved by a handsome young prince and they will live happily ever after'. At least I've gone through a couple of years thinking that the world is perfect. But now that I'm entering a new phase of life, it's really high time to snap out of the fairytale world and embrace the negative and positive aspects to politics. These 2 years have somehow prepared me to a world of political infighting, and of course I've learnt that essentially, everyone is for him or herself. Maybe, just maybe, I should learn how to be a fishmonger and think for myself instead of others all the time. But if I don't succeed, there's always the excuse that well, it is in the blood =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538191-2533809400270085270?l=supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com/feeds/2533809400270085270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538191&amp;postID=2533809400270085270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538191/posts/default/2533809400270085270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538191/posts/default/2533809400270085270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com/2010/05/byebye-fairytales.html' title='byebye fairytales'/><author><name>eeek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06334412791866510365</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-7538191.post-1409902038715748863</id><published>2009-08-14T14:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T14:24:47.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Interesting slogans! Try it out!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background:#fff; text-align:center; padding:8px 32px;margin:0px 10%;border:8px #cca solid;color:#000"&gt;&lt;p style="font-size:1.6em;font-family:impact,verdana,arial; margin:16px; color:#000"&gt;Caren Tested, Mother Approved.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;form action="http://thesurrealist.co.uk/slogan.cgi" method="get"&gt;Enter a word for your own slogan: &lt;input type="text" name="word" SIZE=10&gt; &lt;input type="submit" value="Generate" class="button"&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;p style="font-size:0.6em; padding:0px"&gt;Generated by the &lt;a href="http://thesurrealist.co.uk/slogan"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Advertising Slogan Generator&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Get &lt;a href="http://thesurrealist.co.uk/slogan?word=Caren"&gt;more Caren slogans&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background:#fff; text-align:center; padding:8px 32px;margin:0px 10%;border:8px #cca solid;color:#000"&gt;&lt;p style="font-size:1.6em;font-family:impact,verdana,arial; margin:16px; color:#000"&gt;If You Can't Beat Caren, Join Caren.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;form action="http://thesurrealist.co.uk/slogan.cgi" method="get"&gt;Enter a word for your own slogan: &lt;input type="text" name="word" SIZE=10&gt; &lt;input type="submit" value="Generate" class="button"&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;p style="font-size:0.6em; padding:0px"&gt;Generated by the &lt;a href="http://thesurrealist.co.uk/slogan"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Advertising Slogan Generator&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Get &lt;a href="http://thesurrealist.co.uk/slogan?word=Caren"&gt;more Caren slogans&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background:#fff; text-align:center; padding:8px 32px;margin:0px 10%;border:8px #cca solid;color:#000"&gt;&lt;p style="font-size:1.6em;font-family:impact,verdana,arial; margin:16px; color:#000"&gt;Maybe She's Born With It, Maybe It's Caren.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;form action="http://thesurrealist.co.uk/slogan.cgi" method="get"&gt;Enter a word for your own slogan: &lt;input type="text" name="word" SIZE=10&gt; &lt;input type="submit" value="Generate" class="button"&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;p style="font-size:0.6em; padding:0px"&gt;Generated by the &lt;a href="http://thesurrealist.co.uk/slogan"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Advertising Slogan Generator&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Get &lt;a href="http://thesurrealist.co.uk/slogan?word=Caren"&gt;more Caren slogans&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background:#fff; text-align:center; padding:8px 32px;margin:0px 10%;border:8px #cca solid;color:#000"&gt;&lt;p style="font-size:1.6em;font-family:impact,verdana,arial; margin:16px; color:#000"&gt;Don't Get Mad, Get Caren.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;form action="http://thesurrealist.co.uk/slogan.cgi" method="get"&gt;Enter a word for your own slogan: &lt;input type="text" name="word" SIZE=10&gt; &lt;input type="submit" value="Generate" class="button"&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;p style="font-size:0.6em; padding:0px"&gt;Generated by the &lt;a href="http://thesurrealist.co.uk/slogan"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Advertising Slogan Generator&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Get &lt;a href="http://thesurrealist.co.uk/slogan?word=Caren"&gt;more Caren slogans&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background:#fff; text-align:center; padding:8px 32px;margin:0px 10%;border:8px #cca solid;color:#000"&gt;&lt;p style="font-size:1.6em;font-family:impact,verdana,arial; margin:16px; color:#000"&gt;This Is The Age Of The Caren.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;form action="http://thesurrealist.co.uk/slogan.cgi" method="get"&gt;Enter a word for your own slogan: &lt;input type="text" name="word" SIZE=10&gt; &lt;input type="submit" value="Generate" class="button"&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;p style="font-size:0.6em; padding:0px"&gt;Generated by the &lt;a href="http://thesurrealist.co.uk/slogan"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Advertising Slogan Generator&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Get &lt;a href="http://thesurrealist.co.uk/slogan?word=Caren"&gt;more Caren slogans&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background:#fff; text-align:center; padding:8px 32px;margin:0px 10%;border:8px #cca solid;color:#000"&gt;&lt;p style="font-size:1.6em;font-family:impact,verdana,arial; margin:16px; color:#000"&gt;A Day Without Caren is Like a Day Without Sunshine.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;form action="http://thesurrealist.co.uk/slogan.cgi" method="get"&gt;Enter a word for your own slogan: &lt;input type="text" name="word" SIZE=10&gt; &lt;input type="submit" value="Generate" class="button"&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;p style="font-size:0.6em; padding:0px"&gt;Generated by the &lt;a href="http://thesurrealist.co.uk/slogan"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Advertising Slogan Generator&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Get &lt;a href="http://thesurrealist.co.uk/slogan?word=Caren"&gt;more Caren slogans&lt;/a&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/7538191-1409902038715748863?l=supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com/feeds/1409902038715748863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538191&amp;postID=1409902038715748863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538191/posts/default/1409902038715748863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538191/posts/default/1409902038715748863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com/2009/08/hope-its-caren-its-caren-we-hope-its.html' title=''/><author><name>eeek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06334412791866510365</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-7538191.post-7417057547925078683</id><published>2009-08-06T17:40:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T18:55:36.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the worst security guard on earth</title><content type='html'>Before you accuse someone of something, you will definitely get some sorta proof right? Right?? Something very ridiculous happened. This security guard although commendable for his efforts to curb smoking within the grounds, will definitely fail miserably if he were to conduct any forms of investigation. He, approached me and my 3 friends..&lt;br&gt;Guard: Why are you smoking?&lt;br&gt;Me: Huh?&lt;br&gt;Friend E: (abit stunned, still holding a digi cam in her hands) No, we are all non-smokers.&lt;br&gt;Guard: (not taking into account Friend E's words, thinking that he caught us in the act) The Director of Estate is only right behind this building, you better stop smoking or else he might fine you.&lt;br&gt;Me: But none of us are smoking!&lt;br&gt;Friend E: (annoyed already) We are all non-smokers here, and no one is even holding a cigarette now. How can you any-o-how accuse us of smoking when we are not doing that?&lt;br&gt;Guard: I'm just telling you that you'd better stop smoking within the grounds.&lt;br&gt;Friend E: Do we look like the kind who smokes?&lt;br&gt;Me: Why do you accuse us of smoking?&lt;br&gt;Guard: I saw it with my own eyes.&lt;br&gt;Me: (thinking) What the hell! Is he blind? (challenges him) DO you want to check all of our bags?&lt;br&gt;Guard: I'm just telling you that smoking is not allowed..&lt;br&gt;Friend E: (agitated) If you wanna check for smokers, go down the grassy patch, we don't smoke.&lt;br&gt;Me: The bus stop so many smokers you don't want to catch. We're doing our project now and you have to come and interrupt us.&lt;br&gt;Guard: (finally grasp the true meaning of our words) Sorry for disturbing you, please continue with your project. (and he walked down the grassy patch to stop a guy from smoking)&lt;br&gt;Is it so difficult to understand simple English?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538191-7417057547925078683?l=supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com/feeds/7417057547925078683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538191&amp;postID=7417057547925078683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538191/posts/default/7417057547925078683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538191/posts/default/7417057547925078683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com/2009/08/worst-security-guard-on-earth.html' title='the worst security guard on earth'/><author><name>eeek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06334412791866510365</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-7538191.post-5507295095698793512</id><published>2009-07-25T17:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T18:23:56.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'>zombie-fied</title><content type='html'>An eyelash of mine got stuck to the whites of my eyeballs a few days ago. It's annoying but unknowingly it stayed in a little corner of my eye for a couple of days, without paying rent (it's infuriating.. like how mosquitoes bite me all the time without giving me any incentives). Boyfriend persuaded and tried to help me remove it. But it hurts. After much flailing of arms and numerous whinings, I got it out with my own ability. Bahhhhh. I just need a break from my essay and am practically writing nonsense in this abandoned space. I am filled with bitter frustration and stress like never before. School is taking my life years away. 酷い!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538191-5507295095698793512?l=supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com/feeds/5507295095698793512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538191&amp;postID=5507295095698793512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538191/posts/default/5507295095698793512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538191/posts/default/5507295095698793512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com/2009/07/zombie-fied.html' title='zombie-fied'/><author><name>eeek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06334412791866510365</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-7538191.post-8370720805980302886</id><published>2009-01-06T15:11:00.020+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T19:07:45.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>surviving the new year</title><content type='html'>Happy 2009! Having said that, it's definitely not gonna be a very happy and promising new year what with the global financial crisis and an entire year of projects and school. And unfortunately, my laptop has decided to make a fool out of me by restarting windows over and over again - just when school is commencing tomorrow. But anyhow, I had a really lovely 21st birthday last year!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;5th December 2008 - West Coast Park&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;My parents, boyfriend and Jiafeng sprang on a surprise for bro and I at West Coast Park. Initially, we thought we were gonna go there and help carry some furniture for mama's kindergarten kids. Imagine the surprise and relieve on our faces when we realised that we were not about to become free labour for the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/SWMG9IfTrnI/AAAAAAAAAr0/bLFRUdJqG8Y/s1600-h/DSC08072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/SWMG9IfTrnI/AAAAAAAAAr0/bLFRUdJqG8Y/s320/DSC08072.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288078034783678066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/SWMG9MKJMzI/AAAAAAAAAr8/bLlyuGSf4as/s1600-h/DSC08073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/SWMG9MKJMzI/AAAAAAAAAr8/bLlyuGSf4as/s320/DSC08073.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288078035768652594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/SWMHq-0h-MI/AAAAAAAAAsE/Fea50rUDPlg/s1600-h/DSC08075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/SWMHq-0h-MI/AAAAAAAAAsE/Fea50rUDPlg/s320/DSC08075.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288078822462322882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/SWMHq93QjZI/AAAAAAAAAsM/4RAIlBOY40I/s1600-h/DSC08077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/SWMHq93QjZI/AAAAAAAAAsM/4RAIlBOY40I/s320/DSC08077.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288078822205328786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/SWMIP-O-sAI/AAAAAAAAAsU/ji9tQZq3sZg/s1600-h/DSC08084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/SWMIP-O-sAI/AAAAAAAAAsU/ji9tQZq3sZg/s320/DSC08084.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288079457959981058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/SWMIQOo4QiI/AAAAAAAAAsc/Hm2HODoT7UU/s1600-h/DSC08089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/SWMIQOo4QiI/AAAAAAAAAsc/Hm2HODoT7UU/s320/DSC08089.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288079462363578914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lovely presents from boyfriend! Guess what lies in the huge red box and beneath the teddy bear wrapper?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/SWMJtRIdqYI/AAAAAAAAAsk/z_yLN69e3kk/s1600-h/DSC_0079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/SWMJtRIdqYI/AAAAAAAAAsk/z_yLN69e3kk/s320/DSC_0079.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288081060760758658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/SWMLLEv4s2I/AAAAAAAAAss/hewhcVn_p3U/s1600-h/DSC08215.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/SWMLLEv4s2I/AAAAAAAAAss/hewhcVn_p3U/s320/DSC08215.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288082672344150882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;99 roses and a limited edition ice blue nintendo ds lite! &lt;3 I love the handmade macaroni card made by boyfriend as well. I love them all!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/SWMlg4hqrNI/AAAAAAAAAs8/JFun_4lac0w/s1600-h/DSC08177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/SWMlg4hqrNI/AAAAAAAAAs8/JFun_4lac0w/s320/DSC08177.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288111634322730194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/SWMlgr15i_I/AAAAAAAAAs0/IT6pSI6m-uI/s1600-h/DSC08165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/SWMlgr15i_I/AAAAAAAAAs0/IT6pSI6m-uI/s320/DSC08165.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288111630917929970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Exquisite Emporio Armani watch from bro and Jiafeng! I was jumping over the moon with joy that night.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;6th December 2008 - Twin's 21st Birthday Party&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;Much to my dismay, the function room looked exactly like a wedding ballroom! How nice if chalets were available instead.. Anyway, I really appreciate those who take the effort to attend the party and of course for the presents as well!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/SWMwqelG_xI/AAAAAAAAAts/6Gs6dN2CYxc/s1600-h/DSC_0188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/SWMwqelG_xI/AAAAAAAAAts/6Gs6dN2CYxc/s320/DSC_0188.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288123893784444690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Relatives from mom's side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/SWMwp-JviKI/AAAAAAAAAtk/-HEklMk1aiA/s1600-h/DSC_0187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/SWMwp-JviKI/AAAAAAAAAtk/-HEklMk1aiA/s320/DSC_0187.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288123885079726242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Relatives from dad's side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/SWMuFXkxfTI/AAAAAAAAAtE/Ya8K2se3-tU/s1600-h/DSC_0199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/SWMuFXkxfTI/AAAAAAAAAtE/Ya8K2se3-tU/s320/DSC_0199.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288121057225571634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/SWMx2YocXdI/AAAAAAAAAt0/vwBAAqzC53A/s1600-h/DSC_0213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/SWMx2YocXdI/AAAAAAAAAt0/vwBAAqzC53A/s320/DSC_0213.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288125197857873362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Primary school friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/SWMuF22b6LI/AAAAAAAAAtM/RoofMNwf6xM/s1600-h/DSC_0189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/SWMuF22b6LI/AAAAAAAAAtM/RoofMNwf6xM/s320/DSC_0189.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288121065621153970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Secondary school friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/SWMvKxOS0-I/AAAAAAAAAtc/iqBzNBJyiHQ/s1600-h/DSC_0193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/SWMvKxOS0-I/AAAAAAAAAtc/iqBzNBJyiHQ/s320/DSC_0193.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288122249521583074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Band friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/SWMvKpC3zNI/AAAAAAAAAtU/Twfi8w-ZC8I/s1600-h/DSC_0147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/SWMvKpC3zNI/AAAAAAAAAtU/Twfi8w-ZC8I/s320/DSC_0147.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288122247326190802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Singapore Polytechnic friends.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;7th December 2008 - Sakura &amp; West Coast Park (again)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;We went to Sakura buffet for dinner and then to West Coast Park again for more sparklers! We were very enthusiastic over polaroid photos since Jiafeng bought a polaroid camera just for this occasion. It IS a vintage good so grab it while you can.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/SWM2V3ScxdI/AAAAAAAAAt8/Y16Zqr-Zgf0/s1600-h/DSC08198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/SWM2V3ScxdI/AAAAAAAAAt8/Y16Zqr-Zgf0/s320/DSC08198.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288130136709580242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/SWM2WD7spHI/AAAAAAAAAuE/aNc_7rqopC4/s1600-h/DSC08200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/SWM2WD7spHI/AAAAAAAAAuE/aNc_7rqopC4/s320/DSC08200.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288130140103812210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/SWM2WpvTzAI/AAAAAAAAAuM/yHXPwg_p9po/s1600-h/DSC08206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/SWM2WpvTzAI/AAAAAAAAAuM/yHXPwg_p9po/s320/DSC08206.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288130150252399618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With this, year 2008 ended with a blast and I pretty much enjoyed my holidays. It's time to make preparations for an incoming horrible new year and I may probably update this space again when my next holidays are here. Tata~&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;I shouldn't have befriended her. She makes me feel like a fool all the time. She is not the normal someone whom you can rely on as a friend for she has taken away many precious memories, refusing to return them to its rightful owner. What exactly are friends for?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538191-8370720805980302886?l=supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com/feeds/8370720805980302886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538191&amp;postID=8370720805980302886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538191/posts/default/8370720805980302886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538191/posts/default/8370720805980302886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com/2009/01/surviving-new-year.html' title='surviving the new year'/><author><name>eeek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06334412791866510365</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/_TJnwD5w-caE/SWMG9IfTrnI/AAAAAAAAAr0/bLFRUdJqG8Y/s72-c/DSC08072.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538191.post-3886158910299926206</id><published>2008-12-05T15:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T16:53:11.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'>grown-ups</title><content type='html'>I don't understand them at all. Their stubbornness goes way beyond ours. How could they not consider the stress and pressure placed on us when they are about to do something we consider of their own self-interest? When they place their expectations on us, do they think that we are superhumans who do not have our own emotions, interests, commitments and ambitions? Do they have to be so indifferent and aloof all the time? If I go on and on, I may unknowingly hit 10,000 whys. I'm having lots of difficulty communicating to my dad since &lt;i&gt;godknowswhen&lt;/i&gt; and things are taking a turn for the worst. I just can't tell him anything at all cos' we will end up squabbling about it. It's tiring to try so hard not to argue for once. Sigh. Anyway, the semester results were out yesterday. It was definitely better than those crappy results I had back in the poly days. Looking back, I really regret not taking my studies seriously. If only I did, I could have gotten myself into a government university and not having to slog so hard for above average results now. Another sigh. I think if I am to drop dead right now, these are the few regrets I'll bring with me into my grave.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Starting to get a lil' hungry. Oh yeah, for those of you wanna go for cheap and tons of nice food, make sure you go to &lt;a href="http://www.sukigroup.com.sg/website/sakura.htm"&gt;Sakura&lt;/a&gt;. It is buffet styled and includes japanese sushi (free flow for fresh salmon!), western food, asian cuisine, desserts, fruits and cakes. Yummy! It is definitely a cheaper alternative by comparing to &lt;a href="http://www.cfc.com.sg/"&gt;Tampopo&lt;/a&gt; (since I'm always at Japanese restaurants for the salmon only).&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/STjoxYMkgYI/AAAAAAAAAqU/ZtVvyt6T7DU/s1600-h/15112008275.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/STjoxYMkgYI/AAAAAAAAAqU/ZtVvyt6T7DU/s320/15112008275.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276222898470945154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/STjoxn8eBII/AAAAAAAAAqc/KSvee0ZMbtc/s1600-h/15112008276.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/STjoxn8eBII/AAAAAAAAAqc/KSvee0ZMbtc/s320/15112008276.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276222902698378370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Boyfriend and I were so hungry so we didn't really bother to take pictures of everything we ate that day. Sakura I'm coming! &lt;br&gt;さくら　さくら&lt;br&gt;やよい　の　そら　は&lt;br&gt;みわたす　かぎり&lt;br&gt;かすみ　か　くも　か&lt;br&gt;におい　ぞ　いずる&lt;br&gt;いざや　いざや&lt;br&gt;みに　ゆかん&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538191-3886158910299926206?l=supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com/feeds/3886158910299926206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538191&amp;postID=3886158910299926206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538191/posts/default/3886158910299926206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538191/posts/default/3886158910299926206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com/2008/12/grown-ups.html' title='grown-ups'/><author><name>eeek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06334412791866510365</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/_TJnwD5w-caE/STjoxYMkgYI/AAAAAAAAAqU/ZtVvyt6T7DU/s72-c/15112008275.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538191.post-2462098545780081814</id><published>2008-12-02T17:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T18:03:09.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blooop</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/STUGC9vw4RI/AAAAAAAAAqM/rVB9V4q6Mks/s1600-h/photofunia2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 252px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/STUGC9vw4RI/AAAAAAAAAqM/rVB9V4q6Mks/s320/photofunia2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275129186538807570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm dying for good reads. Ever since I'm done with my classic book - Count of Monte Cristo a week ago, I realise that I haven't had anything interesting to do. Okay maybe it's time to help mama with the housework and everything. But I really can't wait for the birthday celebration to come cos' I'm sure someone will be buying me a new novel. -dying to read something-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538191-2462098545780081814?l=supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com/feeds/2462098545780081814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538191&amp;postID=2462098545780081814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538191/posts/default/2462098545780081814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538191/posts/default/2462098545780081814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com/2008/12/blooop.html' title='blooop'/><author><name>eeek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06334412791866510365</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/_TJnwD5w-caE/STUGC9vw4RI/AAAAAAAAAqM/rVB9V4q6Mks/s72-c/photofunia2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538191.post-3562459507615297550</id><published>2008-11-12T15:44:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T00:20:51.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'>angel no more</title><content type='html'>I have come to realise that I'm always considering the feelings of others and allowing people to 'ride over my head' unknowingly. I don't expect much from friends but only for their acceptance and friendship. But what I get in return are always bruised ego, hurtful feelings over deception, arguments with boyfriend and lots of confusion over who I should really trust. It is in my blood to be nice to people but since being nice doesn't really pay, I'm planning to change myself into a selfish brat like how everyone else is. So say goodbye to the angelic Caren.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;On a lighter note, exams are finally over! This marks the end of sleepless nights and no more eruption of pimples (but I know they will be lying dormant for the time-being and sneak back out when Stress comes again). Boohoo. And without further delay, this is the starting point to the crazy 5-hour Telok Blangah Trek. We went for it although it was drizzling!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/SRqKVFbGdqI/AAAAAAAAAmM/vBrNfgwIWVo/s1600-h/22082008175.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/SRqKVFbGdqI/AAAAAAAAAmM/vBrNfgwIWVo/s320/22082008175.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267674809000949410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/SRqKVB-l22I/AAAAAAAAAmU/PGkcQhO6jhs/s1600-h/22082008176.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/SRqKVB-l22I/AAAAAAAAAmU/PGkcQhO6jhs/s320/22082008176.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267674808076065634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/SRqKViLXw6I/AAAAAAAAAmc/b5d0o9SubVw/s1600-h/Photo-0693.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/SRqKViLXw6I/AAAAAAAAAmc/b5d0o9SubVw/s320/Photo-0693.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267674816719602594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/SRqKVljQg1I/AAAAAAAAAmk/xrMLK9zZkbI/s1600-h/Photo-0694.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/SRqKVljQg1I/AAAAAAAAAmk/xrMLK9zZkbI/s320/Photo-0694.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267674817625097042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/SRqKV5SmZ3I/AAAAAAAAAms/mIKxZ1TDYkk/s1600-h/22082008182.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/SRqKV5SmZ3I/AAAAAAAAAms/mIKxZ1TDYkk/s320/22082008182.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267674822923937650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I feel so lucky to have him by my side! Alright, if you are planning to walk all the way to West Coast Park, you should see some of these landmarks and guided paths..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/SRqMjNvlimI/AAAAAAAAAm0/IPIbdnUlZZQ/s1600-h/22082008186.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/SRqMjNvlimI/AAAAAAAAAm0/IPIbdnUlZZQ/s320/22082008186.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267677250775779938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/SRqMjb893kI/AAAAAAAAAm8/glg0GPzYmLw/s1600-h/22082008190.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/SRqMjb893kI/AAAAAAAAAm8/glg0GPzYmLw/s320/22082008190.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267677254589996610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/SRqMj6jF12I/AAAAAAAAAnE/xTHwg0hLLfQ/s1600-h/Photo-0704.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/SRqMj6jF12I/AAAAAAAAAnE/xTHwg0hLLfQ/s320/Photo-0704.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267677262802966370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/SRqMkLttuRI/AAAAAAAAAnM/PCUjeqOSv0w/s1600-h/Photo-0708.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/SRqMkLttuRI/AAAAAAAAAnM/PCUjeqOSv0w/s320/Photo-0708.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267677267410925842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/SRqMkXfLjuI/AAAAAAAAAnU/VQr-idsFOqs/s1600-h/Photo-0709.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/SRqMkXfLjuI/AAAAAAAAAnU/VQr-idsFOqs/s320/Photo-0709.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267677270571192034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/SRqOdRAHBiI/AAAAAAAAAnc/fbUSnReyfMo/s1600-h/22082008188.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/SRqOdRAHBiI/AAAAAAAAAnc/fbUSnReyfMo/s320/22082008188.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267679347594429986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was really risky taking this picture cos' we placed the camera at a seat opposite of us and the wind was so strong to the extent that boyfriend's handphone almost flew away together with the umbrella. It was a stormy day and unfortunately for us, we were stuck at this pathetic shelter (if you can even call it a shelter cos' we were drenched) for what seemed like an hour.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/SRqOd11tKzI/AAAAAAAAAnk/NpMDcFz0jnw/s1600-h/22082008198.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/SRqOd11tKzI/AAAAAAAAAnk/NpMDcFz0jnw/s320/22082008198.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267679357482904370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When the rain finally got smaller, we continued our trek amidst the dense trees, with our umbrella.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/SRqOefDn7II/AAAAAAAAAns/kMkYUjEhwBw/s1600-h/22082008193.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/SRqOefDn7II/AAAAAAAAAns/kMkYUjEhwBw/s320/22082008193.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267679368547134594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/SRqOehnjiDI/AAAAAAAAAn0/axAkIqCIHrM/s1600-h/22082008195.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/SRqOehnjiDI/AAAAAAAAAn0/axAkIqCIHrM/s320/22082008195.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267679369234712626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/SRqOe3MkHFI/AAAAAAAAAn8/ySpmdu_HVBI/s1600-h/22082008197.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/SRqOe3MkHFI/AAAAAAAAAn8/ySpmdu_HVBI/s320/22082008197.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267679375027084370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After what seemed like an hour or so, we chanced upon this park which miraculously took away the fatigue and numbness in our legs. It felt as if we have stepped into a world where fairytales come true with that misty atmosphere, Wizard of Oz characters, and colourful flowers. By the way, it's called the Hort Park.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/SRqRwWlR_DI/AAAAAAAAAoE/c_-HzsQ06z0/s1600-h/22082008203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/SRqRwWlR_DI/AAAAAAAAAoE/c_-HzsQ06z0/s320/22082008203.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267682974044912690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/SRqRwi3XqJI/AAAAAAAAAoM/XI7T7mn_nvc/s1600-h/22082008204.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/SRqRwi3XqJI/AAAAAAAAAoM/XI7T7mn_nvc/s320/22082008204.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267682977342007442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/SRqRw9VOcuI/AAAAAAAAAoU/lBYehYZLQQM/s1600-h/22082008209.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/SRqRw9VOcuI/AAAAAAAAAoU/lBYehYZLQQM/s320/22082008209.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267682984446554850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Trying to be funny, hurhur.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/SRqRxR48jeI/AAAAAAAAAoc/9oeSLN80OIQ/s1600-h/22082008211.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/SRqRxR48jeI/AAAAAAAAAoc/9oeSLN80OIQ/s320/22082008211.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267682989965086178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/SRqRx0eDbgI/AAAAAAAAAok/ng_uByclT6s/s1600-h/22082008218.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/SRqRx0eDbgI/AAAAAAAAAok/ng_uByclT6s/s320/22082008218.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267682999247531522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This picture looked as if it was taken in the 80s - we are definitely getting old. There were no more directional signs for the trek after Hort Park and we somehow found our way to Kent Ridge Park.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/SRqViOiycxI/AAAAAAAAAos/Is0ePSB6d48/s1600-h/22082008227.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/SRqViOiycxI/AAAAAAAAAos/Is0ePSB6d48/s320/22082008227.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267687129415316242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was pretty scary by then since there wasn't a single soul in the park and it was getting dark, fast. I was terrified and kept hurrying boyfriend to step up on our pace just in case some crazy maniac comes after us with a knife and we would die in the park without any eyewitnesses. Much to my dismay, at around 7pm we were still stuck in the park and stumbled upon this entrance to darkness.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/SRqXgbt6VjI/AAAAAAAAApU/6Fl8yBWndl4/s1600-h/22082008232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/SRqXgbt6VjI/AAAAAAAAApU/6Fl8yBWndl4/s320/22082008232.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267689297615148594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This route serves as a short-cut to the science park and will subsequently guide us to West Coast Park. But looking at how horrifying the dense trees are and the overwhelming darkness if we made our way down, I was literally at the point of kneeling down and begging boyfriend not to go in there. Luckily, he acceded to my request. Around half an hour later, we found this directional sign beside an ulu canal.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/SRqVioN8c_I/AAAAAAAAAo0/Q5pHgIrAwS8/s1600-h/22082008233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/SRqVioN8c_I/AAAAAAAAAo0/Q5pHgIrAwS8/s320/22082008233.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267687136307213298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We were wondering who will ever come across this last directional sign for the trek because we found it &lt;b&gt;BY CHANCE&lt;/b&gt;. There were so many routes to choose from in Kent Ridge Park and we were walking around aimlessly all the time, hoping to catch a glimpse of the bustling road. Our trek ended at NUS because we were so wet and hungry by then. Throughout the entire trek, we got lost a couple of times due to inadequate directions plus an inaccurate map.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/SRqVjKwSfbI/AAAAAAAAAo8/REdUtjjmdZM/s1600-h/22082008170.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/SRqVjKwSfbI/AAAAAAAAAo8/REdUtjjmdZM/s320/22082008170.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267687145578069426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;An advice to those who are taking this trek: choose the paths at crossroads according to your intuition. It will definitely be more accurate than the map.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;1st October - Dear's 21st Birthday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;We sprang a surprise for him with the poppers that Qi brought and someone almost hurt his eyes with it!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/SRqVjUexUEI/AAAAAAAAApE/X2zo4iL7QBg/s1600-h/DSC07868.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/SRqVjUexUEI/AAAAAAAAApE/X2zo4iL7QBg/s320/DSC07868.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267687148188946498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/SRqVjkc2LhI/AAAAAAAAApM/0bvAT7K8T_4/s1600-h/DSC07871.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/SRqVjkc2LhI/AAAAAAAAApM/0bvAT7K8T_4/s320/DSC07871.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267687152475844114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/SRqXgiseayI/AAAAAAAAApc/O_pLhsiE_qA/s1600-h/DSC07874.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/SRqXgiseayI/AAAAAAAAApc/O_pLhsiE_qA/s320/DSC07874.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267689299488172834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/SRqXgoNlmmI/AAAAAAAAApk/J9FEdr76p20/s1600-h/DSC07878.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/SRqXgoNlmmI/AAAAAAAAApk/J9FEdr76p20/s320/DSC07878.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267689300969232994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/SRrMSO7THBI/AAAAAAAAAps/6oR6r3qTgEY/s1600-h/Photo-0712.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/SRrMSO7THBI/AAAAAAAAAps/6oR6r3qTgEY/s320/Photo-0712.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267747327779740690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/SRsJrJFUSrI/AAAAAAAAAp8/0fcuvF2zJiI/s1600-h/01102008244.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/SRsJrJFUSrI/AAAAAAAAAp8/0fcuvF2zJiI/s320/01102008244.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267814825917172402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/SRvJb6V8CfI/AAAAAAAAAqE/zjkU0T61E9Q/s1600-h/sushi.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 106px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/SRvJb6V8CfI/AAAAAAAAAqE/zjkU0T61E9Q/s320/sushi.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268025670494849522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just look at the big boy's happy face! Haa. Boyfriend and I went to have a feast at the Japanese restaurant - Tampopo. And we became the centre of attraction by ordering 8 plates of salmon sushi (one plate costs $6). The salmon was placed on a huge 'turn-around' plate, like those in chinese restaurants where they place different dishes on a glass panel. The salmon was absolutely fabulous and I was savouring every bit of it. I just can't understand why there are some who detest the raw taste of salmon when there isn't any.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;24th October - Bro POP from Police Academy&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;I find this quite weird cos' bro said that they are not allowed to upload photos taken with family onto websites. But why are those from MINDEF doing it? Anyway, good job to bro cos' he was in the best squad or something. But this came with a heavy price of course. He had a really serious chronic cough for the past few months. Nevertheless, after attending bro's POP I realised that I haven't gone to any of boyfriend's. It was kinda nostalgic for me but I guess the only thing left for me to do is to send boyfriend off for every reservist training. Like bro, boyfriend has a price to pay for being in the elite unit i.e, side effects such as swollen feet, sprained ankle, ruptured tendon, and occasional spasms. It's horrible for him and for me when these times come. Aye. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Good luck for your IPPT next year dear, hohohohoho&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538191-3562459507615297550?l=supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com/feeds/3562459507615297550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538191&amp;postID=3562459507615297550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538191/posts/default/3562459507615297550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538191/posts/default/3562459507615297550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com/2008/11/angel-no-more.html' title='angel no more'/><author><name>eeek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06334412791866510365</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/_TJnwD5w-caE/SRqKVFbGdqI/AAAAAAAAAmM/vBrNfgwIWVo/s72-c/22082008175.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538191.post-7026837255855026869</id><published>2008-09-26T16:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T17:43:27.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just one final hurdle..</title><content type='html'>..and begone to the nightmares!! Unfortunately, it's only temporary. I guess the worst has yet to come and I'm already making preparations to say a big HELLO to the jade of hell next year. Projects are finally cleared after three months with many sleepless nights. To my disbelief, boyfriend has exposed my habit of talking in my sleep. I'm known for being one of the lightest sleepers and to make me accept the fact that I've been educating my starry-eyed boyfriend on the contents of projects incoherently in the midst of the night? No way, that's impossible! But it's cool because he's not complaining about these mumblings (FOC business lectures leh, why should there be any complaints at all?!). It has been a crazy 3 months. Nothing but projects, and more projects!! I can't remember the last time when I've gone out properly with my poly friends or even my boyfriend. I think there is only this one time when we went out together to the Telok Blangah trek. It was lots of fun though! (will update about this in the next entry. Interested trekkers, watch this space). And the only thing that I'm really looking forward to every week is seeing my bro on Fridays when he books out from Hometeam Academy! Yes, our future policeman. When I'm trying to get all down and discipline by focusing on my projects, bro has a way of getting me out of it and the temptation is often too great to be able to reject, like a round of supper or movie. Otherwise, I am a no-lifer. And I find that by sticking with me, my boyfriend is becoming a bore as well but I'm pretty sure he won't mind the no-life thing one bit. =P Okay enough of crapping, it's time to meet the long-lost japanese friend!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm losing my blogging skills from too much academic writing. Horror, horror. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538191-7026837255855026869?l=supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com/feeds/7026837255855026869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538191&amp;postID=7026837255855026869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538191/posts/default/7026837255855026869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538191/posts/default/7026837255855026869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com/2008/09/just-one-final-hurdle.html' title='just one final hurdle..'/><author><name>eeek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06334412791866510365</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-7538191.post-8655173501788498631</id><published>2008-08-21T16:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T17:00:28.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i give up.</title><content type='html'>I really don't know what I should do. School is screwed up, relationship is screwed up, social life is screwed up. There's absolutely nothing I can do to make things right again. Maybe being submissive will work.. After 2 months of projects, fights, quarrels, fatigue and what-nots, you will think that's the end of all the bad stuffs but no, really. It's only the beginning and there's more to come. My body feels like a vacuum - the soul in there is already sucked out of me. Everything seems meaningless. The precious thing you called life, holds no meaning to me right at the moment. Sometimes I wish I can just sleep all the problems away. Yeah, the typical me. But now I wish that Depression will just take me, and save me. Yeah, get ready to be engulfed in darkness. Humans are just such complex creatures that you can never fully understand a person.. why some people do the things they do although they know it's stupid to do so. They are self-deceiving. I'm not ready for the world. I have no more energy to deal with whatever's coming. Blow me now, and I will break. Maybe more sleeping will help since that's what I'm lacking. Maybe I'll just sleep the days away..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538191-8655173501788498631?l=supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com/feeds/8655173501788498631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538191&amp;postID=8655173501788498631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538191/posts/default/8655173501788498631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538191/posts/default/8655173501788498631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-give-up.html' title='i give up.'/><author><name>eeek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06334412791866510365</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-7538191.post-9148826663164560383</id><published>2008-06-16T22:14:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T17:01:12.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bintan</title><content type='html'>Yes, yes I know I haven't been blogging for ages. So here I am! Time really flies. In just three days' time, I'm gonna have to leave my job cos' school is starting on the 2nd of July. That means no more income and no more allowance. Gosh. Anyone has nephews or nieces for me to tutor? =D Anyway, this is a sneak preview of what I've been up to these days!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;18th May - Lek Teng's Birthday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/SFaB-xVM8BI/AAAAAAAAAZg/5izFcsuH4GE/s1600-h/DSC06863.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/SFaB-xVM8BI/AAAAAAAAAZg/5izFcsuH4GE/s320/DSC06863.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212496534122065938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2b-ians with Lek Teng. And I celebrated Nixon's &amp; my cousin's birthdays as well. No pictures though, but hopefully all of them had a great time!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;31st May - 1st June Siloso Beach Resort with Family&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/SFaB_lpmyyI/AAAAAAAAAZw/d1-28mg5Gvc/s1600-h/Siloso+beach+resort+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/SFaB_lpmyyI/AAAAAAAAAZw/d1-28mg5Gvc/s320/Siloso+beach+resort+013.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212496548166290210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dad was mad. He ordered a DISPENSER of beer for 'afternoon tea'. The photo above doesn't justify the size of that humongous dispenser of beer.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/SFaB_DY7iWI/AAAAAAAAAZo/asjONHEm-x8/s1600-h/DSC07624.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/SFaB_DY7iWI/AAAAAAAAAZo/asjONHEm-x8/s320/DSC07624.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212496538969540962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And yup, photo taking is right outside Underwater World. As usual, I had the privilege of holding the snake's head cos' it was making a U-turn at that moment, almost licking my fingers and mama didn't dare take it. The other two weren't in the circle of snake cos' silly Jiafeng saw a friend's mum and thought we would be able to get a discount at one of the F&amp;B outlets. So that two strayed away and only joined us when the cameraman was about to release that shutter.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/SFaB_91GrrI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/eHqQPEW44yQ/s1600-h/Siloso+beach+resort+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/SFaB_91GrrI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/eHqQPEW44yQ/s320/Siloso+beach+resort+017.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212496554656968370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bro was waiting for an opportunity to snap a photo of us with a giant turtle in the background. But it was almost impossible to wait for a turtle to swim by with the large number of black and white people present on that day. Oh wait, I'm not a racist okay. You can call me a yellow, I won't mind really.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/SFaCAdSb_8I/AAAAAAAAAaA/nPg8vTD2a7c/s1600-h/Siloso+beach+resort+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/SFaCAdSb_8I/AAAAAAAAAaA/nPg8vTD2a7c/s320/Siloso+beach+resort+026.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212496563101499330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The night looked as if it ended brilliantly. But no. The four of us (the young ones), returned to our resort with sulky faces because we experienced some really terrible service at Sakae Izakaya. Bro was almost hopping mad! Please do not patronise that outlet for goodness sake.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;8th - 11th June Bintan Trip with Dear&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;This was a very last minute trip because our initial plan was to follow a tour from my cousin's travel agency to Korea for 6 days &amp; we get 2 nights FOC in Hongkong. Unfortunately, it was kinda screwed up and I can't get to go to my Bae Yong Joon Museum anymore. =( Talking about that, I just finished the entire series of 태왕사신기 (Tae Wang Sa Shin Gi) / 太王四神記 starring Bae Yong Joon, Lee Ji Ah and some other cute actors and actresses. Bae Yong Joon looks really suave with long hair! If it wasn't for him I wouldn't have even thought about watching it at all. Alright back to the subject. I'm really disappointed cos' it was such an attractive tour package to Korea. But oh well, I got help from a fellow colleague and decided to save more money by heading to Bintan Island instead. You won't see tons of words cos' I ain't thinking straight with a sick head.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/SFaiw4ctF2I/AAAAAAAAAaI/-bnjCqyVlM4/s1600-h/DSC07635.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/SFaiw4ctF2I/AAAAAAAAAaI/-bnjCqyVlM4/s320/DSC07635.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212532579398129506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/SFaixB5KOdI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/J9z3VOWSnic/s1600-h/DSC07638.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/SFaixB5KOdI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/J9z3VOWSnic/s320/DSC07638.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212532581933398482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/SFaixlxtUlI/AAAAAAAAAaY/OFjhG73hbZw/s1600-h/DSC07655.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/SFaixlxtUlI/AAAAAAAAAaY/OFjhG73hbZw/s320/DSC07655.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212532591565820498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was in love with the jacuzzi pool and I still am.&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/SFamNT0q_GI/AAAAAAAAAaw/idhIvviQJLI/s1600-h/DSC07667.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/SFamNT0q_GI/AAAAAAAAAaw/idhIvviQJLI/s320/DSC07667.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212536366317632610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/SFaiyBoE1gI/AAAAAAAAAag/cHjzqjdSQxs/s1600-h/DSC07765.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/SFaiyBoE1gI/AAAAAAAAAag/cHjzqjdSQxs/s320/DSC07765.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212532599041611266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/SFaiySX5RzI/AAAAAAAAAao/V09eWGbx5ds/s1600-h/DSC07669.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/SFaiySX5RzI/AAAAAAAAAao/V09eWGbx5ds/s320/DSC07669.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212532603537147698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/SFamNl3GxzI/AAAAAAAAAa4/VpbQFRRms64/s1600-h/DSC07670.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/SFamNl3GxzI/AAAAAAAAAa4/VpbQFRRms64/s320/DSC07670.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212536371159680818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/SFamN36uMwI/AAAAAAAAAbA/b6c1rJHTevs/s1600-h/DSC07683.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/SFamN36uMwI/AAAAAAAAAbA/b6c1rJHTevs/s320/DSC07683.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212536376006685442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/SFamOeGDXRI/AAAAAAAAAbI/y-BK3nKdYEg/s1600-h/DSC07687.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/SFamOeGDXRI/AAAAAAAAAbI/y-BK3nKdYEg/s320/DSC07687.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212536386254757138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/SFamOyZsDRI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/5fEP2snQBeU/s1600-h/DSC07690.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/SFamOyZsDRI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/5fEP2snQBeU/s320/DSC07690.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212536391705824530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/SFdlN9OYqxI/AAAAAAAAAbY/AidZ5rHRgzw/s1600-h/DSC07695.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/SFdlN9OYqxI/AAAAAAAAAbY/AidZ5rHRgzw/s320/DSC07695.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212746384152242962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The elephant ride was fun!! It was so cute and the mahout was really friendly. The ele actually walked on the beach and attracted more than a dozen of eyes towards our direction. But throughout the entire walk, I felt as if I was gonna fall off the ele anytime. I can't imagine the consequences if I really did. After the ride, we went to check out the mini zoo. The parrots were screeching all the time and there was a condor (which boyfriend claimed was a vulture LOL). The condor was as huge as a 5 year old toddler. And joining the condor were the cassowari, alligators, alligator catfish, and the reticulated python.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/SFdqgpH-NxI/AAAAAAAAAbg/wqaAoVZHpL0/s1600-h/DSC07708.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/SFdqgpH-NxI/AAAAAAAAAbg/wqaAoVZHpL0/s320/DSC07708.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212752202732287762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Spot the alligators~&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/SFdqg8p9-rI/AAAAAAAAAbo/OvX6S512vEw/s1600-h/DSC07709.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/SFdqg8p9-rI/AAAAAAAAAbo/OvX6S512vEw/s320/DSC07709.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212752207975152306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/SFdzCxywb9I/AAAAAAAAAdA/G2RN_VMKKB4/s1600-h/DSC07713.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/SFdzCxywb9I/AAAAAAAAAdA/G2RN_VMKKB4/s320/DSC07713.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212761585267797970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/SFdqhW7yxMI/AAAAAAAAAb4/BTabWe6Few0/s1600-h/DSC07725.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/SFdqhW7yxMI/AAAAAAAAAb4/BTabWe6Few0/s320/DSC07725.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212752215029236930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;GIANT chess. And GIANT snake &amp; ladder.&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/SFdqhlvGqiI/AAAAAAAAAcA/FPOQSML5ks0/s1600-h/DSC07741.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/SFdqhlvGqiI/AAAAAAAAAcA/FPOQSML5ks0/s320/DSC07741.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212752219002546722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/SFdssJTcndI/AAAAAAAAAcI/19XQEnhX-Mk/s1600-h/DSC07746.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/SFdssJTcndI/AAAAAAAAAcI/19XQEnhX-Mk/s320/DSC07746.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212754599372168658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We went to do some watersports on the second day - Jetski &amp; Kayak. I wasn't burnt fortunately.&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/SFdssVlUpHI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/tQLJq8HOF8g/s1600-h/DSC07769.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/SFdssVlUpHI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/tQLJq8HOF8g/s320/DSC07769.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212754602668369010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And on the third day, we took a stroll around their so called 'Orchard Road' named Pasar Oleh Oleh. Those small humble hut-like shops have some very pricey souvenirs for sale. Don't ever judge a book by its cover. Boyfriend &amp; I decided to try a traditional full body massage located there cos' it costs like only 28 bucks. But it was a full hour of torture for me cos' my masseur used such great force, my bones felt like they were gonna break anytime.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/SFdssgNgnNI/AAAAAAAAAcY/T0U5Bl2MeqI/s1600-h/DSC07776.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/SFdssgNgnNI/AAAAAAAAAcY/T0U5Bl2MeqI/s320/DSC07776.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212754605521280210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/SFdss8RLV_I/AAAAAAAAAcg/DHso5vaCIU4/s1600-h/DSC07778.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/SFdss8RLV_I/AAAAAAAAAcg/DHso5vaCIU4/s320/DSC07778.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212754613052856306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/SFdstF6qv3I/AAAAAAAAAco/c-fnyo1KqOU/s1600-h/DSC07781.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/SFdstF6qv3I/AAAAAAAAAco/c-fnyo1KqOU/s320/DSC07781.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212754615642799986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/SFduaOEQlrI/AAAAAAAAAcw/ek06iiMeAW8/s1600-h/DSC07785.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/SFduaOEQlrI/AAAAAAAAAcw/ek06iiMeAW8/s320/DSC07785.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212756490436253362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/SFduad-zXQI/AAAAAAAAAc4/mWnl-HIhGjI/s1600-h/DSC07793.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/SFduad-zXQI/AAAAAAAAAc4/mWnl-HIhGjI/s320/DSC07793.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212756494708333826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look at the master at work! We bought a photo frame before we left and requested to carve our names on the wood. It was beautifully done! Alright, I'm gonna take a nap soon and btw, I've decided not to post any pictures of the food that we ate there so as to prevent your stomachs from getting queasy. The food there is expensive and isn't really nice at all. I miss my laksa. School is starting soon. =( Till then, goodnights people!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;and I love my boyfriend&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538191-9148826663164560383?l=supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com/feeds/9148826663164560383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538191&amp;postID=9148826663164560383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538191/posts/default/9148826663164560383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538191/posts/default/9148826663164560383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com/2008/06/bintan.html' title='Bintan'/><author><name>eeek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06334412791866510365</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://bp3.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/SFaB-xVM8BI/AAAAAAAAAZg/5izFcsuH4GE/s72-c/DSC06863.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538191.post-1639720014828636452</id><published>2008-04-22T19:43:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T21:32:10.328+08:00</updated><title type='text'>come out from among them</title><content type='html'>You are so sweet sometimes,&lt;br /&gt;so much so it makes me feel like both our hearts are intertwined.&lt;br /&gt;I never knew a love like that could ever exist,&lt;br /&gt;a love so overwhelming, a love that consumes me in its entirety.&lt;br /&gt;You appeared today,&lt;br /&gt;like a dream-like cartoon character, nothing like a rabbit lazing amongst its hay.&lt;br /&gt;With a flower and genuine sincerity,&lt;br /&gt;what can I say that might make you commit infidelity?&lt;br /&gt;But come what may,&lt;br /&gt;I'm never stepping into a dungeon of pretentious words and controversies again.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/SA3hlYqEjLI/AAAAAAAAAZY/GZSFhgFE3ZE/s1600-h/spiderman2_01800.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/SA3hlYqEjLI/AAAAAAAAAZY/GZSFhgFE3ZE/s320/spiderman2_01800.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192053977818369202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hello spiderman. (:&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;And the sun will set for you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538191-1639720014828636452?l=supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com/feeds/1639720014828636452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538191&amp;postID=1639720014828636452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538191/posts/default/1639720014828636452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538191/posts/default/1639720014828636452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com/2008/04/come-out-from-among-them.html' title='come out from among them'/><author><name>eeek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06334412791866510365</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://bp0.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/SA3hlYqEjLI/AAAAAAAAAZY/GZSFhgFE3ZE/s72-c/spiderman2_01800.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538191.post-2968534601367322212</id><published>2008-04-20T16:35:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T23:21:15.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>keep that feeling</title><content type='html'>Let me just sit here and ramble for a few minutes since I haven't done so for ages.&lt;br /&gt;It has been exactly a month ago when I came back from a short getaway trip from Tioman Island - my second time there. But it was incredulous. I couldn't remember a single thing about the island up to the point when we got to our respective rooms, or rather the modern kampung huts. But the flashbacks and imagery that came after only consisted of trees, fresh air, resorts made of wood, and more wood. Absolutely nothing else. So it's totally like a brand new experience in an unfamiliar little island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The journey there was very taxing. First of all, we had to take a coach all the way to somewhere beyond Mersing, what with the 3 hours of bumpy ride. Then from there, we had to take a freezing 2 hour ferry ride to the island. When we got out from the ferry, I swore some of us had little ice cubes stuck on our hair. Believe it, or not. There was a storm the moment we set foot on the little island, how unfortunate. It was nearing evening and everyone was cold, tired and hungry (we didn't have breakfast and lunch). As we waited for what seemed like half an hour or longer for our transportation to the resort, fatigue creeped onto our backs like stubborn parasites. Anyhow, we got to our resort and went right to the restaurant after checking in to our rooms. The young Mr Yeo showed a little attitude to the waiters cos' all of us were really hungry, and the chefs were taking what seemed like centuries to cook the food when there weren't many guests around. Okay, it is a little exaggerated but hell yeah, the meal cost-ed a bomb. Whether it was because of our attitudes or the really expensive fish, who knows? As twilight was dawning upon us, we couldn't really do any sea sports for the day. Hence, we gave the place a quick recce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were numerous homeless kittens and being an animal lover, young Miss Yeo couldn't turn her back away from one of the dirty looking kittens that was tailing us. Looking at how thin it was, we fed it a little coffee maker before we headed for the restaurant. Well, that was all we could do for it having no food ourselves. But that poor little kitten stood loyally outside our room and tadah, *heartache* when we saw it waiting for us after we returned from brunch, erm.. dinner. But bestie Qi didn't want the kitten no more so we had no choice but to try to lead the kitten somewhere else. While dear dear and I were on our way to the tennis court (he wasn't my dear dear then =P), probably the sugars from the coffee maker spurred the little kitten on. It began running alongside us, determined on following us wherever we went. But boyfriend and I got somewhat lost and after walking round and round in circles with the kitten running after us, the effect of that little energy that kitten had from the coffee maker went away. It got tired and couldn't catch up with us anymore. How I want a pet myself. So the 6 of us played tennis under the judgement of up above, the moon and the stars. I fared pretty badly, no doubt about that. But hey, at least I managed to catch a few difficult shots! -sinks into self denial- Rarr. Hmm, and something about the twilight hours in Tioman Island is that, you've got absolutely nothing to do. Unless you're planning to waste away your hours in the game room, then kudos to you. Otherwise, you can actually take the opportunity to build the bond with people you're not that familiar to or simply play some indoor card games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bright and sunny! That marked a great start to the second day of our trip. We went to an offshore island for a one hour snorkel. But sad to say, there weren't a great variety of fishes. But there were hell lots of sea urchins, clown fishes, blue fishes with yellow stripes (no idea what they are called), and tons of black fishes. Yeah, my knowledge of fishes is close to zero. Anyway the fishes were almost within our touch. They were practically everywhere. Shuming was a little unlucky because a school of black fishes attacked her and there were 3 punctured holes on her finger. As her blood stained the seawater, some fishes got really excited and they began leaping out from the water. Yeah what a 'spectacular' sight. I was half expecting a great white shark to jump out at me any moment. We took a boat back to the shore, got first aid for her, and had a really sumptuous lunch. After that, it was jungle trekking time. I didn't expect the trek to be dangerous at all, so did the others. And that was why all of us wore slippers I guess. If not for boyfriend I would have sustained some pretty bad injuries. A lesson learnt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Two BIG No-Nos To Take Note of Before Trekking in a Rainforest&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Do NOT wear slippers&lt;br /&gt;2. Do NOT forget to arm yourself with mosquito repellent, otherwise you can immerse yourself into a blood donation charity drive&lt;br /&gt;I really wasn't expecting to step into a dense primary rainforest. Decomposed matter on ground layer, super high level of humidity, branches and leaves right in front of your face, cobwebs, symphony of cicadas, crown trees with huge buttress roots, and tons of mosquitoes. The only comforting thing about this trek was the sound of the waterfall, our 'summit'. Imagine the joy we had when we got there. Now I truly understand how humans who conquered the summit of Mount Everest felt. That sense of satisfaction must have been 100 times of ours having almost come face to face with whatever which is up above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/SAxY50RVNqI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/mZNrcvjYvAA/s1600-h/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/SAxY50RVNqI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/mZNrcvjYvAA/s320/collage.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191622220758464162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And that pretty much summed up our weekend trip. Boyfriend's grandmother passed away recently and I've got a funeral to attend so, till then~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538191-2968534601367322212?l=supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com/feeds/2968534601367322212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538191&amp;postID=2968534601367322212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538191/posts/default/2968534601367322212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538191/posts/default/2968534601367322212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com/2008/04/keep-that-feeling.html' title='keep that feeling'/><author><name>eeek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06334412791866510365</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://bp2.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/SAxY50RVNqI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/mZNrcvjYvAA/s72-c/collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538191.post-4273468719520964628</id><published>2008-03-13T03:01:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T03:31:10.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a saint, or not?</title><content type='html'>To my rue, the absence cost me a wonderful experience. I'm talking about one of the most spectacular events this year, the Singapore Airshow. Now all I can do is to stare at those photos taken by photographers (from scoops by Oops!) and gasp in awe and amazement. Otherwise, I could have been one of them taking pictures of aerobatic displays and stunts showcased by those good looking pilots in their fighter jets! Aw man.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/R9gpfGz_S5I/AAAAAAAAAYA/WU7C4hb4tqs/s1600-h/6+black+fighter+jets.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/R9gpfGz_S5I/AAAAAAAAAYA/WU7C4hb4tqs/s320/6+black+fighter+jets.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176933386043739026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/R9gpgmz_S6I/AAAAAAAAAYI/OSET9_jOB7A/s1600-h/2+red+jets+side+by+side.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/R9gpgmz_S6I/AAAAAAAAAYI/OSET9_jOB7A/s320/2+red+jets+side+by+side.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176933411813542818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/R9gphWz_S7I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/4qqh9ZExnJQ/s1600-h/love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/R9gphWz_S7I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/4qqh9ZExnJQ/s320/love.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176933424698444722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/R9gpiGz_S8I/AAAAAAAAAYY/0PsB_yQuHeQ/s1600-h/pattern.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/R9gpiGz_S8I/AAAAAAAAAYY/0PsB_yQuHeQ/s320/pattern.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176933437583346626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/R9gpiWz_S9I/AAAAAAAAAYg/BDoZibcYwG8/s1600-h/Airbus+A380.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/R9gpiWz_S9I/AAAAAAAAAYg/BDoZibcYwG8/s320/Airbus+A380.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176933441878313938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just look at the magnificent 470-seater Airbus A380! Even before the time it was born, the hype surrounding this popular plane was already winning over the hearts of people like me when I was still working at the airport 2 years back. I wonder if I'll ever be able to set foot on this plane..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aight'! I have been really busy these days, paying lots of money, attending countless parties for 21st birthdays until there are seriously two big holes on both sides of my pockets! But those were also the days when they finally acquired all the freedom they need, the day of their triumph! (and mine too because they are officially one year older than me) Heh heh.. that's how scheming a woman can be. And without further ado, I shall now present to you the babies who are a year older than me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=green&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Jwee Siang's Birthday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; (the power 2b-ians behold! birthday boy ain't in the pic btw)&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/R9gqXWz_S-I/AAAAAAAAAYo/dV-aDFrkLuM/s1600-h/Jwee+Siang%27s+Birthday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/R9gqXWz_S-I/AAAAAAAAAYo/dV-aDFrkLuM/s320/Jwee+Siang%27s+Birthday.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176934352411380706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=blue&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Desmond's Birthday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; (the guy with a 'huh' look on his face, spot him yet?)&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/R9gqXmz_S_I/AAAAAAAAAYw/LCPfac80KzM/s1600-h/desmond%27s+birthday+with+2bians.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/R9gqXmz_S_I/AAAAAAAAAYw/LCPfac80KzM/s320/desmond%27s+birthday+with+2bians.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176934356706348018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=orange&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Qi's Birthday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt; (with the 2b-ians again and the Trio!)&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/R9gqYWz_TAI/AAAAAAAAAY4/puDjRPycxzs/s1600-h/qi%27s+21st+bday+2bians.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/R9gqYWz_TAI/AAAAAAAAAY4/puDjRPycxzs/s320/qi%27s+21st+bday+2bians.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176934369591249922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/R9gqY2z_TBI/AAAAAAAAAZA/hJQf6CMuPeE/s1600-h/qi%27s+21st+bday+trio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/R9gqY2z_TBI/AAAAAAAAAZA/hJQf6CMuPeE/s320/qi%27s+21st+bday+trio.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176934378181184530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=grey&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Luis' Birthday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt; (the man in black)&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/R9gqb2z_TCI/AAAAAAAAAZI/Ixfy_-7fJlU/s1600-h/luis+birthday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/R9gqb2z_TCI/AAAAAAAAAZI/Ixfy_-7fJlU/s320/luis+birthday.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176934429720792098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And girls, as you're salivating right in front of your computer screens, drifting away in your own fantasies and desires with any of these guys in the pictures, I shall let you in on a secret. They are all eligible bachelors. -winks- More birthdays to come, gulps.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;-switches channel- On this really exhausting night after a whole afternoon of hard work, I was on my way home with my so called dessert for dinner when I bumped into this blind man. Initially, I gave myself an excuse that I was really tired and wanted to walk away from it all. But looking at how he was waving around his walking stick wildly, I just couldn't leave him in the lurch. So, I decided against being one of those typical un-kind Singaporeans, helped him up and down the stairs, queued up and bought him 2 packets of duck noodles, then walked him to the interchange and I didn't even deserve a Thank You? Gosh, that came as a nasty shock to me. Oh wells I can't expect anything right. Yeah, call me a good Samaritan.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my stomach is churning all over at the thought of duck noodles! Since I have bravely tried quite a variety of foods nowadays, let the skeptic me give my reviews about them. Firstly, you have to try the &lt;b&gt;Curry Chicken/Sambal Chicken Briyani&lt;/b&gt; at Tanjong Pagar Railway Station. It's S$4 for a packet but the nice malay lady there gives a generous amount of briyani enough for 4. I'M SERIOUS. And since I'm a little afraid of the spice from sambal chilli, I went for the curry chicken instead. The flesh of the chicken is oh-so tender and the smell of the curry is enough to drive you crazy. You might faint from the aroma if you happen to be too hungry for food. Next coming up, also from a Malaysian food stall in the railway station, never miss the famous &lt;b&gt;Baseball Soto&lt;/b&gt;. They actually fried the potato and made it look like a huge mass of brown dirty ball. BUT, never judge a book by its covers people. When you throw the potato ... sorry, I meant &lt;i&gt;slide&lt;/i&gt; the potato into your soup of oily soto (made up of shredded pieces of chicken, mutton and what-nots), the taste is simply yummy. But eat it at your own risk because I would only give the hygienic level of the stall 1 star. Oh and it's S$2.50 for a set!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Away from Halal food, I shall introduce to you guys a new Japanese outlet at the basement of Raffles City Shopping Centre - &lt;b&gt;Shokudo&lt;/b&gt;. It looks like a flea market with many little stalls around the area, abit like our food courts where some stalls 'specialize' in doing sushi, udon, sashimi, soup, desserts, drinks, etc. Some genius decided to adopt the same system as Marche, that is ordering of food through the use of a card (no sarcasm intended). If you happen to lose the card, there will be a penalty of S$100. But indeed, it saves the hassle of passing money around while getting your food and you won't be experiencing things like coins slipping through your fingers into some miso soup. The soup will be exceptionally tasty when that happens of course. Anyhow, I ordered 2 plates of &lt;i&gt;sake sashimi&lt;/i&gt; without knowing how expensive they were (S$13.80), and they had me running to the loo every now and then for 2 days. It's kinda weird cos' I had 4 plates of sashimi at Park Royal Hotel's restaurant a week earlier and I was perfectly fine. All I can say is, take the sashimi at your own risk! Then, I had another plate of &lt;i&gt;rosti with sausages&lt;/i&gt;. They tasted alright, but I thought I was eating potato with dripping oil all the time. Otherwise, the sausage was perfectly fine and even had a crunchy bite to it. Last but not least, I had a &lt;i&gt;mango kakigoi&lt;/i&gt; for dessert. It's seriously expensive for a dessert (S$6.80) but it's one of the tastiest mango pudding I have ever attempted to eat. Oh, and be sure to get that winter jacket on before you freeze from the cold of the sweet-tasting fine crushed ice. The bill was literally a huge eye-opener cos' it amounted to S$35.75. Will Shokudo be your next gathering spot?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Talent take you this far. But with experience, it can take you even further. And what should you do to get to the next step..? KISS ASS! -Muttons @ Midnight&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538191-4273468719520964628?l=supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com/feeds/4273468719520964628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538191&amp;postID=4273468719520964628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538191/posts/default/4273468719520964628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538191/posts/default/4273468719520964628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com/2008/03/saint-or-not.html' title='a saint, or not?'/><author><name>eeek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06334412791866510365</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://bp1.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/R9gpfGz_S5I/AAAAAAAAAYA/WU7C4hb4tqs/s72-c/6+black+fighter+jets.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538191.post-5167992508777501053</id><published>2008-02-18T18:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T01:39:18.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the season for bonding</title><content type='html'>Firstly, HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR TO EVERYONE! May you guys stay healthy, happy, merry, and gay everyday! As much as I was dreading for the day when the Zodiac of Rat rules the world once again and snatches the spotlight away from other animals, I actually find myself enjoying the new year. I've finally recovered from two weeks of incessant coughing and yes, new year goodies. The five boxes of pineapple tarts and barbequed pork lying on the table were just too tempting for me to be able to put up with much resistance. Ahh, this reminded me of a reality show called Temptation Island - shown on television years ago. Gosh, this is all getting so random. Okay and back to the subject of lunar new year. It is a sad year indeed cos' the shophouse my maternal grandad once owned, which held all my childhood memories was sold away. That was where weekly gatherings were held every week for the huge family every sunday, the place where bro together with the cousins and I used to hang out for soccer matches or catching sessions at playgrounds, the place where the aunts will cook dinner (fyi, all hakka dishes) and the aroma was simply intoxicating, the place with fabulous wanton noodles from the hawker centre opposite the shop, the place where there were lion dances every year and I'll try to touch their butts everytime despite being scared and not knowing that it was sinful to do so then, the place which led us to our favourite 7-11 store every week before we hit for home, the 7-11 store where we would steal gummy bears and coca cola candies for 'sampling', those times when we would occupy the backyard of the shophouse and play the dog 'n' bone game, when someone fell while playing and went home crying... I hate goodbyes. =(&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;On a lighter note, I've finally met up with the primary school friends on the third day of new year. Friends whom I haven't seen for almost a decade. And luckily the turnout wasn't that bad, I'm so glad that all those sms-es were well worth the extra expense.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/R7sPF0MvWcI/AAAAAAAAAR0/lmEf-9wk0Tw/s1600-h/the+6D+girls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/R7sPF0MvWcI/AAAAAAAAAR0/lmEf-9wk0Tw/s320/the+6D+girls.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168741589923617218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/R7sPGEMvWdI/AAAAAAAAAR8/Xs8QJB0QhmA/s1600-h/6D+guys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/R7sPGEMvWdI/AAAAAAAAAR8/Xs8QJB0QhmA/s320/6D+guys.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168741594218584530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Note: The guy in black is 2metres tall [GIANT], it's not that the rest of them are short.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/R7ljQUMvWbI/AAAAAAAAARs/2ubnQwWWFfI/s1600-h/all+of+us.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/R7ljQUMvWbI/AAAAAAAAARs/2ubnQwWWFfI/s320/all+of+us.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168271179335555506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After the dinner at Fish &amp; Co, we went to Indochine to have some drinks. I ordered a flaming lamborghini and thank you Aayush for pointing out to me that my straw had melted. I guess it would've stayed in my stomach for the rest of my life if I downed the drink, seeing that plastic is a non-biodegradable material. But anyway, thank you to each and every one of you 6D-ians who managed to make your presence felt for this gathering regardless of how late some of you were. I really appreciate the efforts made. It was a wonderful night.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The next few days of the new year were purely getting more red packets, working, gambling and losing, and and I managed to catch The Kite Runner before the slots for the movie ended. It made me hate the Talibans more than ever what with some of their ridiculous sexist rules and regulations. Yeah, show up on my doorsteps and shoot me if you can. Anyway, I realise that I've been spending lots of money on friends' 21st birthdays, you guys know what to do when I turn 21 at the end of the year right? =D The secondary school friends and I were celebrating Desmond's 21st birthday at Northvale Condo last Saturday and it was crazy. There was a video reminiscing about our past or rather Desmond's secondary school days and it was pretty funny especially the video on Valentine's Day, taken years ago. And after dinner, there was a phototaking session (I wonder if I'll ever get the photos) followed by a secret plan to throw all the February babies into the water. I was plotting with the others about tossing Qi into the water since I haven't had my revenge back in Thailand. But after hurling her in, she pulled me together with her. You're so cruel Qi, but regardless of that, you're still my BFF!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The day after which was yesterday, I met up with the trio for a visit to the Zoo finally. And, pictures speak more than a thousand words.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/R7sQjkMvWeI/AAAAAAAAASE/KCOXNDG78ug/s1600-h/DSC07290.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/R7sQjkMvWeI/AAAAAAAAASE/KCOXNDG78ug/s320/DSC07290.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168743200536353250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/R7sQj0MvWfI/AAAAAAAAASM/-HzmJPsDKn0/s1600-h/DSC07292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/R7sQj0MvWfI/AAAAAAAAASM/-HzmJPsDKn0/s320/DSC07292.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168743204831320562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Let's LOU HEI, for the new year and beyond!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/R7sSM0MvWgI/AAAAAAAAASU/CXMvnI5lHIk/s1600-h/DSC07318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/R7sSM0MvWgI/AAAAAAAAASU/CXMvnI5lHIk/s320/DSC07318.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168745008717584898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/R7sSNEMvWhI/AAAAAAAAASc/1Hb7qAfrNY8/s1600-h/DSC07304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/R7sSNEMvWhI/AAAAAAAAASc/1Hb7qAfrNY8/s320/DSC07304.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168745013012552210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The 6 white little fluffy thingies at the left side of this picture are the dead rats for the King Cobra. =(&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/R7sSNkMvWiI/AAAAAAAAASk/jpp6vLk-3NQ/s1600-h/DSC07320.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/R7sSNkMvWiI/AAAAAAAAASk/jpp6vLk-3NQ/s320/DSC07320.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168745021602486818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"I feel so lonely."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/R7sSN0MvWjI/AAAAAAAAASs/z0q39MBa1wM/s1600-h/DSC07321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/R7sSN0MvWjI/AAAAAAAAASs/z0q39MBa1wM/s320/DSC07321.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168745025897454130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Let's share the love, mate!"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/R7sSOUMvWkI/AAAAAAAAAS0/-QV5v-av9xM/s1600-h/DSC07326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/R7sSOUMvWkI/AAAAAAAAAS0/-QV5v-av9xM/s320/DSC07326.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168745034487388738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Impressive road march. I'm wondering how many clicks they've already covered..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/R7sTwkMvWlI/AAAAAAAAAS8/p-edDiDFbuw/s1600-h/DSC07323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/R7sTwkMvWlI/AAAAAAAAAS8/p-edDiDFbuw/s320/DSC07323.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168746722409536082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And lastly, our goodbyes to Ah Meng. The tomb is located beside the Garden with a View, a very peaceful spot to place her in. All in all, it was a very tiring day as we combed every exhibit of the Zoo with our legs. We were eating like hungry ghosts during dinner and boy was the seafood yummy and cheap! Anyway, one thing the trio has in common is that they really love making fun of me. One good example: they told me to get on a particular bus back to the train station, knowing that I have no idea what the bus number was cos' I was too engrossed playing with the digi cam. Then one-by-one they slowly backed away until I was the only one left with the crowded queue and they only told me that it wasn't our bus when I was about to board it. -_- How evil. But it's alright, I still love you guys despite the little flaw three of you possess. SO please face four walls and start repenting now! =P&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;A sudden change of mood but I'm pretty saddened by the fact that I haven't accomplished much in my life.&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;i never knew roses smell so lovely&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538191-5167992508777501053?l=supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com/feeds/5167992508777501053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538191&amp;postID=5167992508777501053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538191/posts/default/5167992508777501053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538191/posts/default/5167992508777501053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com/2008/02/season-for-bonding_18.html' title='the season for bonding'/><author><name>eeek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06334412791866510365</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://bp3.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/R7sPF0MvWcI/AAAAAAAAAR0/lmEf-9wk0Tw/s72-c/the+6D+girls.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538191.post-5296261538250423448</id><published>2008-02-04T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T01:15:59.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the final straw - it's more than I can take</title><content type='html'>I'm steadily losing the weight that I've put on the past few weeks. I got tired after watching the television for 2 hours. I got tired when I merely watched a one and a half hour movie. I got tired while eating. I got extremely tired after spending 5 hours in the friend's house doing absolutely nothing except playing online daidee. It feels like my body is ready to snap into two, or shatter into pieces, &lt;i&gt;anytime&lt;/i&gt; now. Frail, and freaking fragile.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The night was tormenting. I was coughing so badly, the stomach and chest hurt. It's tiring. I didn't mean to disturb the parents but I couldn't endure the pain any longer. And the parents somehow are aware that if I look for them in the middle of the night, I'm totally at my wit's end. Dad gave up his luxurious queen sized bed and his position beside the mother for my single bed. Although he was nagging while applying medicated oil for me, his words sounded like the sweetest pieces of advice. And mama did her part by patting me to sleep, a touch so gentle it would seem like she was cradling a baby =P, but I'm sure she didn't get a moment's peace from all the racket I was creating. Couldn't sleep that night, was in agony. The morning saw dad accompanying me to the doc's, and I didn't have a single ounce of energy left to debate with him over some of his ludicrous comments. Simply 'nod nod' all the way to the clinic. And I realise each time I visit the doc, the tablets progressively increase in length. The largest antibiotic I ever attempt to take, now measures exactly 2cm. Quite a challenge to swallow. Kor kor isn't all that bad too. Somewhere last week while I was trying to cook my maggi noodles for lunch, he offered to cook them for me. Although the end product was super hard noodles, but I still appreciate it bro, and also for washing the dishes and all (you can rarely see him doing that at home). I feel so blessed. But gosh, it's two visits to the doctor's in 2 weeks. $_$&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;This bittersweet song playing right now, Konayuki, is one of the soundtracks from '1 Litre of Tears' (kudos to Weiming), the most melancholic japanese series I've ever watched. It attempted to drain all the tears I have in my tear glands. But somehow this show taught me something - being sick isn't unlucky, but simply an inconvenience. On the way to recovery, I hope.&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;thanks for always being there for me (:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538191-5296261538250423448?l=supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com/feeds/5296261538250423448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538191&amp;postID=5296261538250423448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538191/posts/default/5296261538250423448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538191/posts/default/5296261538250423448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com/2008/02/final-straw-its-more-than-i-can-take.html' title='the final straw - it&apos;s more than I can take'/><author><name>eeek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06334412791866510365</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-7538191.post-8418480871827712613</id><published>2008-02-02T14:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T15:39:46.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'>almost despondent</title><content type='html'>It's so disconcerting. I had a fever last weekend without a cough, only a really bad throat - maybe the fever was due to some viral infection. Ironically, when the fever went down, the cough began. Trying to surpress the cough is like placing a huge concrete block over your body and getting someone to break it into two with an axe without saying 'ouch' or wincing in pain. It has been tiring, always finally falling asleep at night only to be jolted awake by the cough. I really want it to go away so I can drink my chocolate and resume my weekly jogs again. Aye. I guess I'm gonna make that happen by getting plenty of rest! Shall digress.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I spent about an hour in Kinokuniya last week and discovered some really cute books with illustrations that I wanna own, mostly by Tim Burton. But they're pricey. -squints- Oh talking about Tim Burton, a new movie, Sweeney Todd was recently released and the graphics and everything look kinda cool, putting aside the blood, gore and all. But who cares about the gruesome scenes if it's Johnny Depp doing the acting? Anyway I'm turning 21 this year.. I reckon a little M18 movie wouldn't hurt, would it? Hi to nightmares before Lunar New Year.&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;and it again all comes down to who's by your side&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538191-8418480871827712613?l=supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com/feeds/8418480871827712613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538191&amp;postID=8418480871827712613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538191/posts/default/8418480871827712613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538191/posts/default/8418480871827712613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com/2008/02/almost-despondent.html' title='almost despondent'/><author><name>eeek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06334412791866510365</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-7538191.post-6703868173172559691</id><published>2008-01-28T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T20:39:55.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>biomaterials</title><content type='html'>It was plainly work for the last few weeks. I remember on a faithful day after working from 8am to 8pm, Dear insisted that I go for dinner with her at King Albert's Mac. Although I was almost crying from fatigue, I went there with her nevertheless. But at around 10.45pm after our dinner, she refused to leave and wanted to play a game with me. Then she acted mysterious and all, and warned me not to peek at whatever she was gonna do next. The next thing I knew she gave me a really cute belated birthday present! Ahh, and I realised she walked around the whole of Orchard looking for the cosmetic cap that I really liked when we went shopping together a few months ago. But although you couldn't find it Dear, I really appreciate your efforts. Silly people and the things they do for me. &lt;3&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Last weekend was a really eventful one. I went for a delightful steamboat dinner with the polymates, unfortunately without Shifu and Bee. We had one helluva mahjong time and I swear I don't know any other girls who can get as vulgar and as R-rated as them. Love them totally still. I wish we can stay like that forever until all our teeth drop and white hair bloom on our heads. It is also with much regret that I couldn't join the 2b-ians for Jwee Siang's 21st birthday party but I hope everyone had fun there (: That very night, I only managed to sleep at 4.30am, and woke up at 7am to meet the trio for a morning stroll with the rabbits at West Coast Park. How funny eh, strolling with rabbits.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/R57Mu-8OkkI/AAAAAAAAAPI/M0XrEgIN6CQ/s1600-h/chocolate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/R57Mu-8OkkI/AAAAAAAAAPI/M0XrEgIN6CQ/s320/chocolate.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160787330554827330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The white fluffy rabbit amidst the greens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/R57Mve8OklI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/5-8VuxAhv3Y/s1600-h/qi+and+nix+with+chocolate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/R57Mve8OklI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/5-8VuxAhv3Y/s320/qi+and+nix+with+chocolate.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160787339144761938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;'How should we get the stubborn rabbit out of there?!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/R57Mvu8OkmI/AAAAAAAAAPY/bDOJt3-BkoA/s1600-h/hazel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/R57Mvu8OkmI/AAAAAAAAAPY/bDOJt3-BkoA/s320/hazel.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160787343439729250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Presenting to you, Hazel the cutie! He's my favourite dwarf rabbit ever since the day he was born and the way he ran about was just way too cute! Simply irresistible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/R57Mv-8OknI/AAAAAAAAAPg/KHEcq5zT-aU/s1600-h/superman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/R57Mv-8OknI/AAAAAAAAAPg/KHEcq5zT-aU/s320/superman.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160787347734696562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A brown little rabbit went rummaging through one of the plastic bags and found itself caught in it. What happened was really funny next. It started to panic cos' it probably thought that it was being caught or something and started running in circles, spilling with it all the contents in the plastic bag. For a moment I thought it looked like superman flying around with his red cape. It was HILARIOUS! But the little exercise came to an end when Chris caught the rabbit and rescued it from the torture of the plastic bag. So we tested this on another white rabbit but it didn't quite achieve the same effect. Hahah! Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were supposed to be playing badminton in the afternoon but everyone was feeling lazy for the day, so we ended up playing mahjong again. It was raining by then anyway. The trio then came to my house for dinner cos' I thought I could finally see Mummy. I'm not exaggerating when I say I haven't seen the mother for over a week. But after dinner while I was doing the dishes, I felt kinda sick. And yeah, I had a very rough night. The head was throbbing so badly it felt as if someone just split opened a coconut. And thank god I don't get migraines cos' a normal headache and fever is enough to render me speaking incoherently. I couldn't fall asleep the entire night with the throbbing head and the big apple stuck in the throat. Finally dozed off at 10am in the morning and each time I woke up, I realised that I was sweating profusely probably because the body was burning. Anyways if you wanna know more about biomaterials, the type of polymer used for contact lenses, diode and whatever, ask my brother he's the expert. He has been pestering me everyday asking me some really profound questions and chemical terms that I haven't heard before in my life. I can't fight the medicine anymore. Nights.&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;Thanks for the dou hua (:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538191-6703868173172559691?l=supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com/feeds/6703868173172559691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538191&amp;postID=6703868173172559691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538191/posts/default/6703868173172559691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538191/posts/default/6703868173172559691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com/2008/01/biomaterials.html' title='biomaterials'/><author><name>eeek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06334412791866510365</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://bp1.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/R57Mu-8OkkI/AAAAAAAAAPI/M0XrEgIN6CQ/s72-c/chocolate.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538191.post-8332930958675206</id><published>2008-01-22T00:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T02:50:47.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'>swing, swing, swing</title><content type='html'>The shelves should have been cleaned, the books should have been properly arranged and categorised, and the drawers should have been rid of unwanted garbage. But here I am at 12 midnight, sitting on my bed typing away. Those junk on the table should have been cleared months and months ago but I managed to get rid of them with a powerful sweep of the hands only &lt;i&gt;yesterday&lt;/i&gt;. Yes, I am a super hopeless procrastinator.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The darkness of the night seems to be consuming me right now.. alright then I get it. A quick update. The trio (yes them again! i guess they are the main actors and actress in my life drama) and I went to Kranji for some fishing after a quick lunch at Lot 1 Shopping Mall. I was so enthusiastic initially since that was the first time I'm gonna have to hold a line, with a hook and a bait. The minute I lowered my fishing line into the murky waters, the bait seemed to act as a bewitching instrument which charmed those little rascals, oops I meant creatures effortlessly out from the little hard rocks they called home. But a big no-no to take note of. Do not ever ever look down on them. I tried catching them with the net, thinking that those greedy creatures were gonna get hooked anytime. But after more than an hour of anticipation and what seemed like millions of attempts, I realised my efforts were all futile. Those prawns seriously outsmarted me! Wait, honestly I have no idea whatever I was catching were prawns or crayfish. -blink blink-&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/R5TbjciwIHI/AAAAAAAAAO4/AMLoUKONzWM/s1600-h/prawns.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/R5TbjciwIHI/AAAAAAAAAO4/AMLoUKONzWM/s320/prawns.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157988875249918066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Those 3 huge prawns or whatever, were caught by Qi. Pro-ness. After switching locations and having no luck at any, I decided to take a break and play the swing nearby instead. Just one swing tells it all. It was rustic, definitely weathered with all the funny sounds it was making, not maintained and lubricated since the beginning of time. But it is only with such an old simple swing, that could make me feel like a child all over again. I have no idea why that swing is evoking such emotions out of me but I hope it will be able to withstand the advances of technology, and brings with it more untold stories. Half the time while I was swinging on that piece of rubber held loosely by 2 rusty chains, I felt droplets on my face. It soon took over in the form of rain. And not forgetting, cats and dogs. I was half drenched, thanks to Chrisssy. Thereafter, we bought dinner back to Nixon's house and after a quick bath, while Qi and I started on our food since we were starving, the guys they were..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/R5TkMciwIII/AAAAAAAAAPA/ZGAHyy8evsQ/s1600-h/nix+and+chris+working.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/R5TkMciwIII/AAAAAAAAAPA/ZGAHyy8evsQ/s320/nix+and+chris+working.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157998375717576834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; working hard to project the movie I wanna watch from the laptop to the TV. -sneakoshot- But how nice of them! Finally got to watch my Mononoke Hime after years but I really hated the ending. It's so disappointing. And we watched Borat as well. I've got no comments on that movie, oh if you even consider it a movie. =X More to come I hope?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Here's a part of a conversation I had with a dear friend whom I haven't met for ages. Not exactly ages but, quite a long time I should say. And it felt like I've just lost a friend.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;- Hello, I am Panda, u can call me Hello Panda. ™  + ' says:&lt;br /&gt;lol like u said&lt;br /&gt;' - Hello, I am Panda, u can call me Hello Panda. ™  + ' says:&lt;br /&gt;we haven talked to each other&lt;br /&gt;' - Hello, I am Panda, u can call me Hello Panda. ™  + ' says:&lt;br /&gt;for ages&lt;br /&gt;' - Hello, I am Panda, u can call me Hello Panda. ™  + ' says:&lt;br /&gt;i rather we dont.&lt;br /&gt;' - Hello, I am Panda, u can call me Hello Panda. ™  + ' says:&lt;br /&gt;since we cant see each other&lt;br /&gt;' - Hello, I am Panda, u can call me Hello Panda. ™  + ' says:&lt;br /&gt;then mite as well just let it be&lt;br /&gt;' - Hello, I am Panda, u can call me Hello Panda. ™  + ' says:&lt;br /&gt;as time goes by&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Shifu you don't used to talk like that, remember?&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;swing, swing, swing from the tangles of..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538191-8332930958675206?l=supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com/feeds/8332930958675206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538191&amp;postID=8332930958675206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538191/posts/default/8332930958675206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538191/posts/default/8332930958675206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com/2008/01/swing-swing-swing.html' title='swing, swing, swing'/><author><name>eeek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06334412791866510365</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://bp3.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/R5TbjciwIHI/AAAAAAAAAO4/AMLoUKONzWM/s72-c/prawns.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538191.post-1231645984964927784</id><published>2008-01-15T12:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T13:55:15.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>turtledoves</title><content type='html'>Random-ness. You can laugh your heads off at some of the nicknames given to me. I won't mind, really. Gonna list them down, here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Bu a.k.a Mother - nicknamed by Yvonne&lt;br /&gt;Ah Care - Dawn loves this&lt;br /&gt;Ah Mei - even the little cousins call me this..&lt;br /&gt;Ah Girl - by the colleagues&lt;br /&gt;Canon -_-&lt;br /&gt;Carrot - every head in the class will turn towards me at the mention of this word during the primary school days&lt;br /&gt;CYKL - the future of DKNY&lt;br /&gt;Dear - colleague&lt;br /&gt;Little Caren - by the colleagues&lt;br /&gt;Ke Ren - you can interpret this as a cute person (ke ai de ren) OR a pitiful person whom no one loves (ke lian mei ren ai)&lt;br /&gt;Moi Moi - by the grandmother, used to, long time ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find this quite absurd, really. When I'm at work around mid-afternoon everyday, the head will be propped on one of my hands and I'll start smiling away at the computer screen. The next thing I know, someone will walk past and say 'Ah girl, you daydreaming ah?', then I'll finally snap out of it (I'm seated at a conspicuous place in the office). &lt;b&gt;What in the world is happening to me?&lt;/b&gt; Is it because of long hours in front of the computer, or is it that I'm purely happy? or rather.. am I going crazy?! I've been having horrid nightmares of late as well. If there are any doctors reading this, please conduct a free analysis for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;They found the uncle, phew.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538191-1231645984964927784?l=supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com/feeds/1231645984964927784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538191&amp;postID=1231645984964927784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538191/posts/default/1231645984964927784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538191/posts/default/1231645984964927784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com/2008/01/turtledoves.html' title='turtledoves'/><author><name>eeek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06334412791866510365</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-7538191.post-5432166372695576526</id><published>2008-01-10T01:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T03:20:29.009+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just a bumboat away</title><content type='html'>The trio and I went to Pulau Ubin last Saturday. It's always tons of fun with them, but the effect of exhaustion will build up in you and attempt to rupture your muscles when you are alone. Qi fetched us to Changi early in the morning to have breakfast and after a bumpy boat ride, there we were. The little sunny island, that old Singapore lookalike didn't change much as far as my memory served. Those cute happy dogs with their wagging tails chasing after cyclists, the little blue stilt house, the fresh breezy air, and those intriguing lands beyond the trees that completely aroused my curiosity.. it just felt oh so like a getaway, away from the bustling, fast-paced city life. Bliss~ We started cycling and I really have to say that I couldn't defeat those slopes although they weren't &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; steep. Perhaps I'm just lousy, or maybe I prefer walking more. =X Anyway, Nix made an interesting discovery at the bicycle park and we saw small little wild boar tracks near the rocky area. It's a pity we didn't follow them. Also, thanks to the self proclaimed roadblocker for the day, my bicycle together with me of course got stuck in some mud. The worst thing was, everyone just stood around laughing and no one came to my aid! How disappointing. I've been a faithful believer of 'saving the damsel in distress' story but now I'm beginning to doubt it. It's a fairytale story that will not ever come true, I guess. All in all, it was a day where the legs ached the most and these were some landmarks we set foot on..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/R4ewbMiwH-I/AAAAAAAAANw/8dlnvJ3V4M4/s1600-h/escargots.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/R4ewbMiwH-I/AAAAAAAAANw/8dlnvJ3V4M4/s320/escargots.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154282279818764258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look! FREE OF CHARGE escargots! They were found after Chris overturned the rock and we cooked them of course. Who wouldn't want good stuff FOC?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/R4ewbciwIAI/AAAAAAAAAOA/eawjn_KoBo0/s1600-h/quarry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/R4ewbciwIAI/AAAAAAAAAOA/eawjn_KoBo0/s320/quarry.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154282284113731586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ketem quarry near the bike park.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/R4ewbciwH_I/AAAAAAAAAN4/QdTGutaSyLs/s1600-h/chek+jawa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/R4ewbciwH_I/AAAAAAAAAN4/QdTGutaSyLs/s320/chek+jawa.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154282284113731570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chek Jawa. I didn't find this new attraction particularly interesting except for watching the dominating Fiddler crabs overpowering the weaker ones. Yes, it's a cruel world. Only the strong ones can survive and get what they want. Anyway, see a little cottage at the far end? That's my house.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/R4ewbsiwIBI/AAAAAAAAAOI/GK8vlCV0-5M/s1600-h/fireplace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/R4ewbsiwIBI/AAAAAAAAAOI/GK8vlCV0-5M/s320/fireplace.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154282288408698898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And this is my fireplace.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/R4ewbsiwICI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/NfuIq9wQNjM/s1600-h/viewing+tower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/R4ewbsiwICI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/NfuIq9wQNjM/s320/viewing+tower.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154282288408698914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My viewing tower, specially made for a peeping tom like me. Ahahaha. That's rubbish okay. This viewing tower overlooks some pretty small islands around Pulau Ubin, and the rich plantation of attap chee (palm seeds). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; After a whole day of fun, we decided to get some cheap and good stingray for dinner from Boon Lay after the wet boat ride back, together with our escargots. Cooked a dish of vege, had dinner and some mahjong after that, and I thought 'that's all, folks'. But while Qi was fetching us home, she had a sudden craving for the prata at Thompson Road nearing 11pm. So off we went to Thompson Road. I just love things unplanned!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/R4e4XciwIDI/AAAAAAAAAOY/pwvabhh_aUo/s1600-h/teh+tarik.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/R4e4XciwIDI/AAAAAAAAAOY/pwvabhh_aUo/s320/teh+tarik.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154291011487277106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Teh tarik!! My one and only love. Guess who is the odd one out?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/R4e4XsiwIEI/AAAAAAAAAOg/GpAHqWDp7qA/s1600-h/honey+prata.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/R4e4XsiwIEI/AAAAAAAAAOg/GpAHqWDp7qA/s320/honey+prata.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154291015782244418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The honey prata of the dissatisfied customer.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/R4e4XsiwIFI/AAAAAAAAAOo/ECxvVV4zJWo/s1600-h/banana+prata.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/R4e4XsiwIFI/AAAAAAAAAOo/ECxvVV4zJWo/s320/banana+prata.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154291015782244434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nix and Qi's shared banana prata. It tasted good!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/R4e4X8iwIGI/AAAAAAAAAOw/QaeDq4eFF2s/s1600-h/cheese+prata.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/R4e4X8iwIGI/AAAAAAAAAOw/QaeDq4eFF2s/s320/cheese+prata.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154291020077211746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My cheese prata. The only prata that comes with curry. Apologies for the bad quality pictures, that's my handphone camera for you.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Recently, I attended the SP Symphonic Band's concert - Musical Delights duno-what-number already together with Meng and kor. Probably like the 30th concert and their repertoire wasn't really to my liking. But concerts always light up that spark in me, like I really have to do some practising on the instrument soon. I will. On a different note, work was a happy affair although tiring. Really glad to see that everyone is becoming less hostile to one another and even the boss now has a life outside the office. It is no longer just the work-and-sleep routine anymore. I'm feeling especially happy to see them being so cheerful and smiley everyday. Hmm.. and only after Alva dear pointed out that I've been taking away Jollibean (consists of a cup of soya bean and a piece of pancake) for lunch everyday did I realise that I've grown quite sick of it. But the fact is that it is cheap and does not require much hassle. And I'm missing out on all the great food. Bahh. I am so contradictory sometimes. Anyway, if you really think that we cooked and ate those escargots, tsk I really have no idea what I should say about you. It's time to try for a good night's rest.&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;Please recover soon and get that happy soul back.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538191-5432166372695576526?l=supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com/feeds/5432166372695576526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538191&amp;postID=5432166372695576526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538191/posts/default/5432166372695576526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538191/posts/default/5432166372695576526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com/2008/01/just-bumboat-away.html' title='just a bumboat away'/><author><name>eeek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06334412791866510365</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://bp1.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/R4ewbMiwH-I/AAAAAAAAANw/8dlnvJ3V4M4/s72-c/escargots.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538191.post-5395954401969870695</id><published>2008-01-02T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T01:41:58.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'>first time</title><content type='html'>Once again, a big HAPPY 2008 to you guys out there! It is definitely a great start to the new year with all the activities that had been going on so far. On New Year's Eve, I skipped work to go out with the three friends. After watching National Treasure (it was a great movie btw, with the humour and all) around noon, we went for some grocery shopping in the NTUC at Bukit Timah Plaza cos' we were planning to cook some chinese dishes for dinner this time round. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/R3ucisiwH8I/AAAAAAAAANg/a4PIUuHYlpo/s1600-h/chinese+dishes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/R3ucisiwH8I/AAAAAAAAANg/a4PIUuHYlpo/s320/chinese+dishes.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150882718714699714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These were some pretty simple dishes that we cooked at Qi's house, not as difficult to make compared to the sushi buffet previously. Then later in the evening after our salad, we decided to watch Alien vs Predator 2 at Jurong East Entertainment Centre instead of heading to Orchard Road and get squeezed and sprayed until we look like Joker in Batman series. So we played some mahjong first, since there was still quite some time before the movie started. It was super creepy cos' I was supposed to be the biggest loser, then the tables just turned around unpredictably and I began winning like there's no tomorrow. Yeah and I became the biggest winner of the night with 17 bucks. Too bad we weren't playing with real notes again. Friendly game.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Jurong East's arcade is way too cool cos' they added a few basketball machines which is quite a hit in Taiwan's arcades actually. I didn't want to play initially cos' I don't have much confidence in stuff like that. But because of that unfaltering persistence from the girlie, I guess I didn't have a choice, and boy was it addictive! We decided to make it more competitive by playing against one another and it was C&amp;C vs N&amp;Q. What weird initials when you try pronouncing them, anyway nevermind that. C&amp;C team won and luckily it was another friendly match otherwise team N&amp;Q would've to cough out 139 bucks. =X Thereafter, we went for the movie. It wasn't really nice cos' there ain't a story plot but ack, having your favourite people for company was way more important than a good movie. And on the journey back to Qi's house, we talked about the worst and best things that happened to each of us in 2007. It's so special.. that was how the first few hours of the new year were spent. That night, we slurped on our banana split happily with some stupid horror movie for entertainment and they fell asleep on me gradually.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;After what seemed like 1 to 2 hours of shut eye, we had a hearty breakfast and I thought everyone's gonna go home and catch some rest. Until someone requested to play table tennis. So Qi fetched me home to grab my table tennis bats and in the meantime, she fetched Chris home to get his. It felt abit like visiting the families day. Then she drove back to my house, both of us had green bean soup while the 2 guys were half dying in the car. But when we got over to Nix's house and started playing the table tennis, it was like a wake up call for them. They became super energetic and alive. Lesson learnt: &lt;i&gt;don't ever do nothing when you are tired.&lt;/i&gt; After the table tennis, I thought that was it for the day when someone else suggested playing badminton. So we played a really great match under the rain and team C&amp;C won again! Presenting to you, our blackish palms after the game..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/R3u6p8iwH9I/AAAAAAAAANo/j_2TIHLjPu8/s1600-h/our+hands.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/R3u6p8iwH9I/AAAAAAAAANo/j_2TIHLjPu8/s320/our+hands.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150915828617584594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had dinner in Nix's house, then went over to Qi's house for some of my ice wine, and finally home. Totally unconscious for 12 hours. Time to digress.. I went to SIM to register for a full time course this morning - Bachelor's of Science in Management under University of London. I really want this very much. Very, very much. That's because I don't have any backup plans if they happen to reject my application. And yes, I'm going to be in a state of depression if that is gonna be their final decision. *hopes for the best* In the evening, Qi had to bring her rabbit to the veterinarian and I happened to kidnap her loaded wallet with me =P, so I tagged along with her to the vet. It's my first time there (definitely not the last) and I was quite surprised cos' there were quite a number of sick dogs together with their owners! I felt really happy just by sitting there and observing the behaviour of the dogs. It was kinda like a therapeutic session for me. Don't ask me why cos' I don't know either. Qi's rabbit - Whitey has a painful-looking swollen leg. Ewww, I felt so painful for her just by seeing that wound. And poor Whitey got so scared when the dogs were barking at each other and at times, almost on the verge of a fight. For the 1 and a half hour we spent there, I didn't see any dogs that I particularly have a soft spot for but there was a Dachshund and a Maltese, 2 Jack Russells, 2 Pomeranians, a few mixed breeds, a super huge Siberian Huskey, and a few tabby cats. It was a funny sight when Qi quickly covered the lid of the basket that her rabbit was in when she saw that huge dog walking past. Like a protective instinct. And this isn't just the only first-time that I experienced together with that group of 3 friends. In a nutshell, it is my first time to:&lt;br&gt;going overseas with purely friends&lt;br&gt;eating a crayfish&lt;br&gt;sitting on a bike with 3 persons&lt;br&gt;parasailing&lt;br&gt;experiencing the magic of foot massage&lt;br&gt;having dinner in a hotel (besides weddings)&lt;br&gt;cooking together&lt;br&gt;watching 2 movies consecutively and twice in 2 weeks&lt;br&gt;popping a party popper&lt;br&gt;celebrating a new year&lt;br&gt;reflecting on things aloud&lt;br&gt;seeing rabbits hopping all around when I wake up (thought it was all but a dream)&lt;br&gt;visiting a vet&lt;br&gt;doing so many activities with so little rest; a great test to a body's limit&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I hope days like that with them will never ever end and may there be more first times to come!&lt;br&gt;*If you really read this post word-for-word, I guess you must be really interested in me. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538191-5395954401969870695?l=supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com/feeds/5395954401969870695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538191&amp;postID=5395954401969870695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538191/posts/default/5395954401969870695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538191/posts/default/5395954401969870695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com/2008/01/first-time.html' title='first time'/><author><name>eeek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06334412791866510365</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://bp3.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/R3ucisiwH8I/AAAAAAAAANg/a4PIUuHYlpo/s72-c/chinese+dishes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538191.post-865514350970297037</id><published>2007-12-30T14:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T20:36:05.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'>resolutions for 2008</title><content type='html'>With a flick of the fingers, it's coming to the start of a new year! How time flies.. Let us leave all the bad memories of 2007 behind and welcome the fresh new year with open arms! It's definitely gonna be a great year (okay that is what I say every year but it hasn't been proven accurate yet). And my new year resolutions are:&lt;br&gt;-more and i mean &lt;b&gt;more&lt;/b&gt; travelling experiences before school starts&lt;br&gt;-everyone to be in good health and stay happy&lt;br&gt;-get in touch with all the long lost friends&lt;br&gt;-find that soulmate&lt;br&gt;-get a furry friend&lt;br&gt;Alright, and before I forget! My mantra for the new year: Say yes to any dates. Unless the guys have obvious drug problems or look completely brain dead at first glance. No-no to those. And that's the way, take it slow..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The last few days of this year are really eventful prolly because of the festive season. Christmas day saw me and the primary school friend at Night Safari. I was astounded to find out that the entrance fee increased by 4 bucks, totalling to 32 bucks with the tram ride. Despite the unreasonable price of the ticket and the 'camouflaged' animals in the dark, I had a great time nevertheless. Love it when the tram moved a little faster and cool fresh wind brushed past the hair, love the stillness of the night, love looking at animals' eyes which bore right into mine, and for the company. I really appreciate the thoughtfulness of the x'mas present and will organise a gathering real soon. I miss Qifa-ians! Oh and, stupid stupid me wore shorts and brushed against some harmless-looking plants with hooks that caused a big patch of super itchy rash at the back of my thigh. It's getting more itchy by the day.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Because of this little handicap (I wouldn't even consider it as a handicap, they're just afraid that they will get my rash), the trio didn't allow me into the kitchen on Friday when we were supposed to be cooking sushi for dinner. So I only helped out with cooking rice and noodles, cutting seaweed into slices, slicing sushi, peeling potatoes, washing dishes and all the teeny weeny stuff. And tadah..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/R3eKKMiwH3I/AAAAAAAAAM4/FsaVlfjNs1U/s1600-h/sushi+dinner+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/R3eKKMiwH3I/AAAAAAAAAM4/FsaVlfjNs1U/s320/sushi+dinner+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149736606691762034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's a huge spread! The teriyaki chicken and salmon were delicious - compliments to the main chef Nix. But we were too bloated by then to enjoy the food properly. Thereafter, we played mahjong all through the night and by 7am, I lost about $10.50. But luckily we decided against playing with real notes. Good for me! (: During the evening, my family including future sis-in-law, Jiafeng went to Harbourfront to attend the wedding of my cousin Stanley and cousin-in-law, Kelly. Okay, and I shall cut some talking!&lt;br&gt;With the pretty bride..   &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/R3eOzMiwH4I/AAAAAAAAANA/1AnEeVDvwv8/s1600-h/DSC07196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/R3eOzMiwH4I/AAAAAAAAANA/1AnEeVDvwv8/s320/DSC07196.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149741709112909698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the cousins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/R3eOzMiwH5I/AAAAAAAAANI/LdHD13BF3jA/s1600-h/me+and+cheryl+jie+at+wedding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/R3eOzMiwH5I/AAAAAAAAANI/LdHD13BF3jA/s320/me+and+cheryl+jie+at+wedding.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149741709112909714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/R3eOzMiwH6I/AAAAAAAAANQ/yADl7fLrKg0/s1600-h/me+serena+serene.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/R3eOzMiwH6I/AAAAAAAAANQ/yADl7fLrKg0/s320/me+serena+serene.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149741709112909730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and part of the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/R3eOzciwH7I/AAAAAAAAANY/V5angGKo5EA/s1600-h/DSC07208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/R3eOzciwH7I/AAAAAAAAANY/V5angGKo5EA/s320/DSC07208.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149741713407877042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;May your marriage be blissful and happy. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538191-865514350970297037?l=supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com/feeds/865514350970297037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538191&amp;postID=865514350970297037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538191/posts/default/865514350970297037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538191/posts/default/865514350970297037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com/2007/12/resolutions-for-2008.html' title='resolutions for 2008'/><author><name>eeek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06334412791866510365</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://bp1.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/R3eKKMiwH3I/AAAAAAAAAM4/FsaVlfjNs1U/s72-c/sushi+dinner+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538191.post-4159618093547072780</id><published>2007-12-25T03:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T04:15:02.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>merry merry christmas!</title><content type='html'>Greetings to all! First off, a very &lt;font color=red&gt;Merry&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font color=green&gt;Christmas&lt;/font&gt; to my family and all the friends out there and of course, also to you guys who are reading my blog right now if you don't consider yourself my friend. =X And now, I'm gonna provide some inputs for 2 movies so you can have a better idea of which movie to watch. Don't waste that penny.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Alvin and the Chipmunks - they are so cute and so so silly. I see some of myself in them. Haha! It is basically about 3 chipmunks which are able to sing and talk and how each of them are cute in their own little chipmunk ways. Love love love Theodore. For those who love chipmunks and happy endings.&lt;br&gt;I Am Legend - I thought it was some LOTR league kinda show initially but no. It is a sci-fi horror film that shows how humans turn into blood-thirsty vampires after this scientist thought she'd found a 100% cure for cancer. This cure had a disastrous effect on humans and lucky for the few who are immune to it. The built-up tension for this movie is just too much, so much so I got tired from being tensed all the time. And I found out that I was screaming together with Will Smith after everything suddenly turned quiet and only my voice prevailed. For those who love jumping in your own seats and thrills.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;After reading my movie reviews, I don't think it is informative enough. But anyway, it's up to your discretion! Have a happy christmas everyone~ Do the sleigh bells thing. And.. the first person I see on christmas day (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538191-4159618093547072780?l=supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com/feeds/4159618093547072780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538191&amp;postID=4159618093547072780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538191/posts/default/4159618093547072780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538191/posts/default/4159618093547072780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com/2007/12/merry-merry-christmas.html' title='merry merry christmas!'/><author><name>eeek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06334412791866510365</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-7538191.post-8938825561456643047</id><published>2007-12-23T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T00:48:10.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'>for the broken-hearted</title><content type='html'>I'm feeling the ache for you but stay happy, my friend. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538191-8938825561456643047?l=supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com/feeds/8938825561456643047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538191&amp;postID=8938825561456643047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538191/posts/default/8938825561456643047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538191/posts/default/8938825561456643047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com/2007/12/for-wrong-reasons.html' title='for the broken-hearted'/><author><name>eeek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06334412791866510365</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-7538191.post-8506817516954673089</id><published>2007-12-22T14:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T19:40:18.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thailand part 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Day 3 - 15th Dec&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/R2y1E8iwHsI/AAAAAAAAALg/H4ivSjPWgH4/s1600-h/qi+and+i+in+same+tee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/R2y1E8iwHsI/AAAAAAAAALg/H4ivSjPWgH4/s320/qi+and+i+in+same+tee.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146687570753625794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We wore the same top on the last day we were at Pattaya, how coincidental! &lt;3 And our 3 hours' journey to Bangkok began.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/R2y1FciwHtI/AAAAAAAAALo/S3NS0d50fbI/s1600-h/in+the+taxi+to+bangkok.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/R2y1FciwHtI/AAAAAAAAALo/S3NS0d50fbI/s320/in+the+taxi+to+bangkok.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146687579343560402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our hotel this time, CK Thai Bali Suite was located at a remote place which required around 10 - 15 minutes walk from the main road. Our room looked scary and it was really freaky, I will tell you why in a bit.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/R2y4dsiwHuI/AAAAAAAAALw/D4LzZXH3Zcs/s1600-h/ck+thai+bali+suite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/R2y4dsiwHuI/AAAAAAAAALw/D4LzZXH3Zcs/s320/ck+thai+bali+suite.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146691294490271458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/R2y4d8iwHvI/AAAAAAAAAL4/IK1BhCF6VLg/s1600-h/ck+thai+bali+suite%27s+room.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/R2y4d8iwHvI/AAAAAAAAAL4/IK1BhCF6VLg/s320/ck+thai+bali+suite%27s+room.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146691298785238770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After some map reading, we realised that our hotel was a little inaccessible to all the places that we wanted to go. But that didn't get us down. We walked out to the skytrain station and I was so so surprised that they were still utilising the farecard system that Singapore had once adopted a long long time ago. They are falling behind times! Thereafter, we went shopping a little at MBK and I felt that the apparels there were a little expensive. We had a super cheap Japanese lunch and I was quite satisfied with my tempura. Anyway, we headed for Platinum Shopping Mall after lunch via taxi (air-conditioned) and kudos, the fare was cheaper compared to the crowded train! But still, transportation is expensive and totally crazy there. The drivers out there have my utmost respect because it takes a hell load of guts to drive around in Bangkok. The traffic is just crazy - how the cars change lanes without any warnings and lots and lots of tailgating but no accidents (i was half expecting a domino-effect kinda accident but much to my disappointment). Taking a taxi during a traffic congestion is just like taking a roller coaster ride. I'm glad we didn't spend any monies on theme parks.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;We went into a shopping frenzy at the Platinum. There were about 5 levels of shops selling a wide range of apparels and accessories. We gave ourselves an hour to comb each floor but after what seemed like 3 hours, we were still at that same level where we first started. And it was just purely shopping until nightfall. The guys got hungry after hours of carrying shopping bags, so much so that they stopped beside a roadside stall and bought 2 sticks of satay-looking like thingy. Chris tried one of them and said it was the tongue of some animal whilst Nix puked out the other. Extreme gourmet! We had dinner at A&amp;W and then retreated to our scary looking hotel. And the stuff that I bought on our first day of shopping..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/R2zDVciwHwI/AAAAAAAAAMA/mYS2jzy9D8c/s1600-h/Bangkok+Dec+07+084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/R2zDVciwHwI/AAAAAAAAAMA/mYS2jzy9D8c/s320/Bangkok+Dec+07+084.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146703247384256258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;u&gt;Day 4 - 16th Dec&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;Rise and shine! It was another day at the Platinum and I totally lost it. There were so much stuff left to buy for the others back in Singapore and it was just crazy. I got quite stressed up and I sweared never again to ask what others want before I take off next time. =X After Platinum, we went to Chinatown to shop for some dried food and we had shark's fins plus bird's nest soup at this Chinese restaurant. My first time to trying bird's nest and I felt quite guilty for both the bird and the shark.. Chris bird's nest had blood in it. That was just gross! We headed to Suan Lum Night Bazaar and the rest of them were gonna help me get my last minute shopping done since they had already bought all the stuff that they needed. But before we started walking again, our legs were screaming sore. So..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/R2zJBciwHyI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/uUQZx3CHMYU/s1600-h/Bangkok+Dec+07+094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/R2zJBciwHyI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/uUQZx3CHMYU/s320/Bangkok+Dec+07+094.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146709500856639266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/R2zLBsiwHzI/AAAAAAAAAMY/pJqans5R3HI/s1600-h/Bangkok+Dec+07+096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/R2zLBsiwHzI/AAAAAAAAAMY/pJqans5R3HI/s320/Bangkok+Dec+07+096.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146711704174862130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Foot massage! Yes! It was heavenly but a little painful at some parts of my feet when my masseur was pressing it. I'm not a very healthy kid afterall. The masseurs were all quite cute and they provided really good service although the 4 of us had some communication problems with them. After the massage, we were all ready to go for some crazy shopping again! I think we shopped until it was around 11pm when the other 2 went missing. But when Chris looked really tired I thought it was time for me to stop. Yes, I could've gone on and on. After meeting each other again, we took a taxi and went to 7-11 to get some microwaved food for our dinner/supper, ate together and watched dawn of the dead together. I love it. Not the show, but the company. If you were to offer a million dollars to get one of these friends from me, fat chance okay. Even a billion dollars won't make me sway. But if you manage to pluck a star from the sky for me, I will gladly perform an exchange. (:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/R2zR6ciwH0I/AAAAAAAAAMg/vAlHpINwF78/s1600-h/DSC07191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/R2zR6ciwH0I/AAAAAAAAAMg/vAlHpINwF78/s320/DSC07191.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146719276202204994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As you can see, the amount of stuff I bought for the second day was horrid. I was at a loss at how I should squeeze everything into the luggage what with so many new bags. Just when my head was throbbing of fatigue, nice nice Chris offered to help. So we got down to work and were making some progress at around 1+am when the room blacked out all of sudden. -total silence- It was freaking scary as we hurried over to the key and began slotting it in and out of the card reader. After the lights came back on and after all the packing, I got superglued to the teevee for a while, then listened to some noises for some time and finally fell asleep.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;Day 5 - 17th Dec&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;We got up at 5.30am, I had barely 3 hours of sleep and all of us sleepyheads were in the taxi to Suvarnabhumi airport once again. Amidst the palm trees plantation and the clear blue sky, I felt so alive and was really glad that I have met these happiness pills somehow. Upon arrival at the budget terminal, bro wanted me to buy some alcohol (each person is entitled to 1 beer, 1 whiskey and 1 wine). And since Qi and Chris weren't planning to buy any, bro asked me to use their passports and get more. So I did.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/R2ze9MiwH1I/AAAAAAAAAMo/6XVsjNRuRec/s1600-h/Image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/R2ze9MiwH1I/AAAAAAAAAMo/6XVsjNRuRec/s320/Image001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146733617098006354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, I got reprimanded when they saw me with all these alcohol cos' the prices amounted to $546. Thought they didn't have a budget. =X I began packing up my wardrobe for the whole afternoon instead of catching some rest and donated tons of stuff to the Salvation Army at night. The feeling of giving and knowing that someone might smile at the sight of receiving the stuff that you once possessed is overwhelming! And there's more to come.. I sat a roller coaster ride home.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tuesday - 18th Dec&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;The trio and I decided to meet up to have dinner as Nix was craving for the seafood buffet at Swissotel Merchant Court. We decided to play pool at Clementi first but only managed to play 2 rounds cos' Chris was late~ And then to Swissotel! The raw fish was pure bliss although I can't understand why the 3 of them got a little crazy over the durian paste. I heard someone vomiting durian paste back in the toilet. And the chocolate marshmallow was just yummy! We didn't take any pictures partly because all of us were too hungry. The food was irresistible, we couldn't wait to gobble them up. We were superly full after the meal and Chris sent us to Nix's house for mahjong. We played until wee hours in the morning with Nix's brother and gosh, I didn't wanted to work the next day.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;Thursday - 20th Dec&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;It was a public holiday but I went for work in the morning at the railway station. It was quite alright but stressful as usual. Then went back to the office and did some work until 1.30pm before heading to Cineleisure with the colleague to have lunch and check out the problem with my Ipod. I got super tired and decided to go back home to catch some rest and tadah, I overslept again. I was supposed to meet the polymates 6.30pm at The Cathay but I only woke up at 5.45pm. But anyways they were cool with it. We celebrated Bee's 20th birthday and parted about an hour later cos' I was gonna meet the trio for some mahjong at Qi's house. We played until 6am in the morning and when we got to the hawker centre downstairs, it was freezing cold. The weather is just crazy nowadays. Yes, and I skipped work.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/R2zppciwH2I/AAAAAAAAAMw/35guEJ80jBY/s1600-h/060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/R2zppciwH2I/AAAAAAAAAMw/35guEJ80jBY/s320/060.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146745372423495522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy birthday Bee!&lt;br&gt;P.S: Thailand and the happy '3' friends appear in my dreams every night..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538191-8506817516954673089?l=supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com/feeds/8506817516954673089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538191&amp;postID=8506817516954673089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538191/posts/default/8506817516954673089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538191/posts/default/8506817516954673089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com/2007/12/thailand-part-3.html' title='thailand part 3'/><author><name>eeek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06334412791866510365</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://bp1.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/R2y1E8iwHsI/AAAAAAAAALg/H4ivSjPWgH4/s72-c/qi+and+i+in+same+tee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538191.post-3731538560699568587</id><published>2007-12-21T16:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T19:00:12.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thailand part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Day 2 - 14th Dec&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;We got up early in the morning to catch the ferry to Ko Larn a.k.a Coral Island. And I'm amazed at the number of stray dogs in Pattaya, they are practically everywhere. I went to stroke one of them and it was wagging its tail cheerfully.. *heartaches*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/R2uYS8iwHQI/AAAAAAAAAIA/PtoXbfKZxXE/s1600-h/DSC07173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/R2uYS8iwHQI/AAAAAAAAAIA/PtoXbfKZxXE/s320/DSC07173.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146374450457877762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In the super slow ferry to Ko Larn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/R2uaEsiwHRI/AAAAAAAAAII/yEAMmL6QThY/s1600-h/DSC07178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/R2uaEsiwHRI/AAAAAAAAAII/yEAMmL6QThY/s320/DSC07178.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146376404667997458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Love the ocean to bits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/R2uaE8iwHSI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/HW0QeSef5t4/s1600-h/DSC07180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/R2uaE8iwHSI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/HW0QeSef5t4/s320/DSC07180.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146376408962964770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/R2uaE8iwHTI/AAAAAAAAAIY/dUrwrItJCs4/s1600-h/DSC07182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/R2uaE8iwHTI/AAAAAAAAAIY/dUrwrItJCs4/s320/DSC07182.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146376408962964786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We got really excited when we saw those hyper water activities on its blue crystal clean waters. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/R2uaFciwHUI/AAAAAAAAAIg/OI1e54O2VZw/s1600-h/Bangkok+Dec+07+050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/R2uaFciwHUI/AAAAAAAAAIg/OI1e54O2VZw/s320/Bangkok+Dec+07+050.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146376417552899394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Banana boat - our first water sport at Ko Larn. Funny how I didn't step onto this part of the island years ago when I came. Our super young driver (hardly 15 years of age) for the motorboat was cruel. He made our boat capsize twice and we drank lotsa saltwater. But it was so hard to climb back up to the boat when we were in the water!! On the second capsize after everyone clambered back up onto the pencil-like boat with the driver's help, we conspired to push him into the water. Nixon did just that. And he got back at us for that - we suffered our third capsize!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/R2ue58iwHVI/AAAAAAAAAIo/zv7MIiaLAkc/s1600-h/Bangkok+Dec+07+053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/R2ue58iwHVI/AAAAAAAAAIo/zv7MIiaLAkc/s320/Bangkok+Dec+07+053.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146381717542542674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Next up is Jet Skii! It was like fighting a battle against those monstrous tides and waves with Chris being the driver. But he almost flung me out of the jet skii a couple of times. He is a crazy driver but it was still tons of fun!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Then the trio decided to accompany me for parasailing cos' I was dying to play that. It was around 500 baht, a little expensive but I think it's worth it! Chris decided to join me after much consideration while the duo only wanted to sit in the boat and see us fly. We had to take a bike to get to somewhere like a fishing village. I love the ride cos' it was pretty scenic and the fact that 3 persons could ride on a bike couldn't be much experienced in Singapore. After we reached a super ulu place, we took a motorboat to a nearby kelong and that's where the fun began. There were no customers at that time besides us and I was the first to being strapped on a parachute. And whooooosh! Adrenaline pounding in me like never before..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/R2uoxciwHWI/AAAAAAAAAIw/fBJtKG-p8_k/s1600-h/Bangkok+Dec+07+055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/R2uoxciwHWI/AAAAAAAAAIw/fBJtKG-p8_k/s320/Bangkok+Dec+07+055.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146392566629932386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/R2uoxsiwHXI/AAAAAAAAAI4/81ODhutH4nk/s1600-h/Bangkok+Dec+07+062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/R2uoxsiwHXI/AAAAAAAAAI4/81ODhutH4nk/s320/Bangkok+Dec+07+062.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146392570924899698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The sky and me. I'm flying without wings~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/R2uox8iwHYI/AAAAAAAAAJA/ndVPY2pYFQ8/s1600-h/Bangkok+Dec+07+060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/R2uox8iwHYI/AAAAAAAAAJA/ndVPY2pYFQ8/s320/Bangkok+Dec+07+060.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146392575219867010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was screaming like mad when I landed into the water cos' I saw a huge stingray-like fish swimming at where I was gonna land. But otherwise, the view was simply exhilarating.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/R2u0GsiwHZI/AAAAAAAAAJI/-2DG6BKOSiI/s1600-h/DSC07189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/R2u0GsiwHZI/AAAAAAAAAJI/-2DG6BKOSiI/s320/DSC07189.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146405026330058130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm walking on water. Haa! Got a little tired on the way back to Pattaya. So while the rest were swimming back at the hotel, I was sleeping on the bench since there was a super cooling breeze and no sun. Then the 3 naughty people grabbed each of my limbs and flung me into the swimming pool. Grrrr. Qi and I went to the steam room after that. It was HOT. But you will feel super refreshed after you get outta there. (: After a short rest, we went to Mike's Shopping Mall for dinner. We had a very unappetizing-looking pizza but it tasted alright. Then we decided to get some alcoholic drinks after dinner and proceeded into a 7-11. But the Thais were having an election and they banned alcohol for around 3 to 4 days. As a result, many of the pubs stopped selling alochol but there were still women around. And trust me, transexuals are everywhere and you can see angmoh men committing infidelities anywhere as well. Back to the alcohol topic, I'm quite surprised at how much the Thais respect their King. It's really commendable. Nevertheless, we still bought alcohol even after a Thai pointed to Chris that 'Alcohol is not allowed' sign.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/R2vO5MiwHaI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/wq1y1CuxnBk/s1600-h/happy+hour.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/R2vO5MiwHaI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/wq1y1CuxnBk/s320/happy+hour.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146434481215774114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That ended the night.&lt;br&gt;Note: If you can't see the pictures, there's probably a glitch in blogger. Check back later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538191-3731538560699568587?l=supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com/feeds/3731538560699568587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538191&amp;postID=3731538560699568587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538191/posts/default/3731538560699568587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538191/posts/default/3731538560699568587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com/2007/12/thailand-part-2.html' title='thailand part 2'/><author><name>eeek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06334412791866510365</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://bp0.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/R2uYS8iwHQI/AAAAAAAAAIA/PtoXbfKZxXE/s72-c/DSC07173.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538191.post-7079956009290149453</id><published>2007-12-20T01:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T18:56:07.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thailand part 1</title><content type='html'>I'm back from the Thailand trip! It was awesome having no restrictions, no curfews, no naggings, and yes to whatever I wanted to do! They were the bestest days I've ever had this year, and the happiest. Oh but before that, the colleagues ambushed me during work last Monday. Boss came to me looking solemn and told me that she had to speak to me. Then she did a little shaking-of-head action and that got me so worried cos' I thought I'd screwed something up again. But when I followed her to the meeting room, everyone including big boss were there and there was a really huge marble cake baked by the courtesy of Anita (she knows I love her marble cakes) plus lots of curry puffs and a birthday song. I was struck dumbfounded by this little surprise party and so so so thankful to all of them who went to the expense for me!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Yes, and back to the topic of the Land of Smiles. The people there lived up to their name. They were all helpful, friendly and extremely smiley, not as scary as you think they would be (the stereotypical thinking of every Thai being pervertic monsters who kill, kidnap and rape females should be changed).&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;Day 1 - 13th Dec&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;I couldn't sleep. The next thing I knew, my parents were already driving the 4 of us to the airport at 4 freaking a.m. While checking in at the budget terminal, Qi and I saw a mutual long lost friend who was taking the same flight as us. The world is so small oops.. or rather Singapore. After catching a long 2 hour coach from Suvarnabhumi Airport to Pattaya, we got lost after alighting from the coach. We were supposedly walking towards the direction of our hotel - Aiyara Palace Hotel but it was a good 10km away under the blistering heat, the polluted road and our huge luggage. So we took a taxi (the non-airconditioned kind) and sorta got cheated for the high price quoted by a taxi driver. Oh well, we were quite desperate to get outta there anyway.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Our hotel was beautiful. Everything looked new, clean and tidy and our rooms were huge for a Superior!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/R2vfl8iwHbI/AAAAAAAAAJY/mdVUy3fGOvM/s1600-h/aiyara+palace+hotel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/R2vfl8iwHbI/AAAAAAAAAJY/mdVUy3fGOvM/s320/aiyara+palace+hotel.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146452842200964530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; After getting some rest, we had an unsatisfying lunch at a nearby coffeeshop and then headed to Ripley's Believe Or Not at Royal Garden Plaza. It was even better than amusement parks I swear and the four main attractions are: 1. Believe It or Not Museum, 2. Infinity Maze, 3. 4D Moving Theatre, and 4. Haunted Adventure. Let me take you through the pictures and you will have an idea of what each category is about.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;Believe It or Not Museum&lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/R2vgOciwHcI/AAAAAAAAAJg/Wv6pqy1fnp0/s1600-h/Bangkok+Dec+07+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/R2vgOciwHcI/AAAAAAAAAJg/Wv6pqy1fnp0/s320/Bangkok+Dec+07+015.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146453537985666498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/R2vgOsiwHdI/AAAAAAAAAJo/t_oVNEf-Bmk/s1600-h/DSC07090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/R2vgOsiwHdI/AAAAAAAAAJo/t_oVNEf-Bmk/s320/DSC07090.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146453542280633810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We're sitting on the biggest chair ever but you can't see the size of the chair because our photographer is lousy =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/R2vgxciwHeI/AAAAAAAAAJw/TEEOG1N1_h0/s1600-h/DSC07088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/R2vgxciwHeI/AAAAAAAAAJw/TEEOG1N1_h0/s320/DSC07088.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146454139281087970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Do a little wriggle of your fingers at the empty space where strings should be for a harp and you'll find yourself playing the harp like a pro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/R2vhiMiwHfI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/d374GCDRdb0/s1600-h/DSC07093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/R2vhiMiwHfI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/d374GCDRdb0/s320/DSC07093.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146454976799710706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/R2vhiciwHgI/AAAAAAAAAKA/hBEvNNlZLVU/s1600-h/DSC07095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/R2vhiciwHgI/AAAAAAAAAKA/hBEvNNlZLVU/s320/DSC07095.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146454981094678018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/R2vhisiwHhI/AAAAAAAAAKI/psvb1gbHQqg/s1600-h/DSC07102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/R2vhisiwHhI/AAAAAAAAAKI/psvb1gbHQqg/s320/DSC07102.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146454985389645330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The man who walks down the stairs via head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/R2vijsiwHiI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/3EP6OHX5bhU/s1600-h/DSC07092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/R2vijsiwHiI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/3EP6OHX5bhU/s320/DSC07092.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146456102081142306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/R2viksiwHjI/AAAAAAAAAKY/7XoN9NdF_TM/s1600-h/DSC07126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/R2viksiwHjI/AAAAAAAAAKY/7XoN9NdF_TM/s320/DSC07126.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146456119261011506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The mirror which made us laugh like idiots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/R2vkHsiwHoI/AAAAAAAAALA/PLdDePjF02o/s1600-h/DSC07119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/R2vkHsiwHoI/AAAAAAAAALA/PLdDePjF02o/s320/DSC07119.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146457820068060802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shortest and tallest men respectively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;4D Moving Theatre&lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/R2vkIMiwHpI/AAAAAAAAALI/NlB8omYM4UI/s1600-h/Bangkok+Dec+07+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/R2vkIMiwHpI/AAAAAAAAALI/NlB8omYM4UI/s320/Bangkok+Dec+07+029.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146457828657995410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had a hell of a time in there! The motion picture featured was 'The Log' and it's like a crazy roller coaster ride. But short of that, 'heart drop' kinda feeling when the train we were supposed to be sitting in went free fall! Absolutely thrilling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Infinity Maze&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/R2vkwMiwHrI/AAAAAAAAALY/3VDT2N_YsMM/s1600-h/o1-608.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/R2vkwMiwHrI/AAAAAAAAALY/3VDT2N_YsMM/s320/o1-608.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146458515852762802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We couldn't take pictures in there but I managed to get this from some blog. Hee. Infinity maze was spectacular. We had to wear socks which cover our shoes and gloves as well so we wouldn't scratch the mirrors. You'll have to find your way out for every room and in the midst of doing that, there will be different lightings, atmosphere and settings for each room. Fantastic. We looked like the modern kinda Charlie Chaplin doing some desperate mimes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Haunted Adventure&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/R2vkwMiwHqI/AAAAAAAAALQ/v4RzFxJ325c/s1600-h/DSC07085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/R2vkwMiwHqI/AAAAAAAAALQ/v4RzFxJ325c/s320/DSC07085.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146458515852762786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The 3 cute little friends were staring at this stationary gruesome frankenstein after I told them that his eyes were following me when we walked past him. The smart me went further away from him when the curious 3 went closer. Then he suddenly came to life and scared the hell outta them. HAHAH! Anyways, the haunted house was scary! I screamed until my throat went hoarse and I screamed until I was so tired. Poor Chris. I bet he was half deaf when the walk ended. But it was freaking scary la! Someone kept squeezing my shoulders and until after we got out of the freaky room did I realise that it was Nixon who was doing that all the time. -_- But overall, the 300 baht spent was well worth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thereafter, we went for some seafood at the red light district of Pattaya. While walking and looking out for our ideal seafood restaurant, there was a striptease club right beside me. And out came a woman who was scantily dressed, drawing the attention of many innocent onlookers like us. And yes, the curious me tried to peek into the club and gosh.. -see no evil- Then we chose this open-air seafood restaurant which overlooks the sea. Beautiful. A perfect way to end the day.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/R2vjZsiwHkI/AAAAAAAAAKg/Ia05mNqiOTU/s1600-h/DSC07166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/R2vjZsiwHkI/AAAAAAAAAKg/Ia05mNqiOTU/s320/DSC07166.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146457029794078274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/R2vjaMiwHlI/AAAAAAAAAKo/CwWswu-2cgk/s1600-h/DSC07167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/R2vjaMiwHlI/AAAAAAAAAKo/CwWswu-2cgk/s320/DSC07167.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146457038384012882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/R2vjasiwHmI/AAAAAAAAAKw/C-LkWKzQIhw/s1600-h/DSC07169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/R2vjasiwHmI/AAAAAAAAAKw/C-LkWKzQIhw/s320/DSC07169.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146457046973947490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/R2vjbMiwHnI/AAAAAAAAAK4/AsHBhxIXm6g/s1600-h/DSC07170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/R2vjbMiwHnI/AAAAAAAAAK4/AsHBhxIXm6g/s320/DSC07170.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146457055563882098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;To be continued..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538191-7079956009290149453?l=supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com/feeds/7079956009290149453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538191&amp;postID=7079956009290149453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538191/posts/default/7079956009290149453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538191/posts/default/7079956009290149453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com/2007/12/thailand-part-1_20.html' title='thailand part 1'/><author><name>eeek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06334412791866510365</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://bp0.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/R2vfl8iwHbI/AAAAAAAAAJY/mdVUy3fGOvM/s72-c/aiyara+palace+hotel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538191.post-3768823982934466224</id><published>2007-12-08T15:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T03:19:13.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'>20th birthday</title><content type='html'>Knowing which day you are born is really a luxury as it is. Having people who remember your birthday and sending their birthday wishes to you is simply fabulous. And having those who want to celebrate your birthday with you so that you won't be alone? They are god-sent.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I had to go to office yesterday cos' I promised the boss that I would help her for train check-in at Fullerton Hotel. While I was trying to clear my work in the office, a colleague walked past and dropped this on top of my pile of work..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/R1pJvfHPx2I/AAAAAAAAAEc/J4Y5wbgGo0M/s1600-h/jumping+frog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/R1pJvfHPx2I/AAAAAAAAAEc/J4Y5wbgGo0M/s320/jumping+frog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141503004751415138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That really made my day! Although the colleagues didn't celebrate my birthday like how they would for a full-timer (have afternoon tea, sing birthday songs, etc), but it was good enough knowing that the boss also remembered it. She got me chocolates from Royce (really hope that it's the one with the champagne)! Then after our work at the hotel, colleague Joan insisted on treating me to tea at The Courtyard - a little like a cafe in Fullerton Hotel with huge squashy armchairs. Sweet sweet Joan.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/R1pM7vHPx3I/AAAAAAAAAEk/0ufVNjFWsGk/s1600-h/choc+mudpie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/R1pM7vHPx3I/AAAAAAAAAEk/0ufVNjFWsGk/s320/choc+mudpie.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141506513739695986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/R1pM7_HPx4I/AAAAAAAAAEs/xo4uU77p9Jw/s1600-h/tiramisu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/R1pM7_HPx4I/AAAAAAAAAEs/xo4uU77p9Jw/s320/tiramisu.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141506518034663298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Those are the chocolate mudpie and tiramisu I had together with my cafe latte. For a moment, I thought I was in paradise.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;After work, I met up with a few lovely people who wanted to make my birthday an enjoyable one. Really love them. We went for dinner at Pizza Hut and coincidentally bro and his gf were having dinner there as well. It was bro's birthday too! (: After we parted, the four of us headed to Qi's house and she drove us to Holland Village to have a few drinks. Got myself a shooter - waterfall, a foc apple margarita, another bacardi 151 on the rocks.. and later on as we went to Nix's house for mahjong, a bottle of hoegaarden. I think my liver was crying bloody murder last night.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;But anyway, many many thanks to the bro and Jiafeng for the cake and the birthday song in the middle of the night. I was really touched to tears. And happy 20th birthday to kor kor too may you be more shuai every year~ Hahah! Then then then, next on the list would be my addictive happiness pills. Thank you so much to Christopher for worrying about the dinner even when you'd encountered some unfortunate not-your-fault kinda incident in the camp. But I really really really appreciate it. And to Qi and Nix too, for coming to make my day. I just can't express the gratitude I have for you guys. You guys are the sweetest drugs on earth. (: Next, to the colleague Peter who rushed back to office just to wish me a happy birthday, I received that and to the boss and Joan for the gifts.. To the wonderful polymates for the crazy kbox session! And to whoever who sent me the birthday wishes (received some pretty innovative ones that really made me smiled), may you have a wonderful year ahead!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;I had a splendid day.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538191-3768823982934466224?l=supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com/feeds/3768823982934466224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538191&amp;postID=3768823982934466224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538191/posts/default/3768823982934466224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538191/posts/default/3768823982934466224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com/2007/12/20th-birthday.html' title='20th birthday'/><author><name>eeek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06334412791866510365</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://bp0.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/R1pJvfHPx2I/AAAAAAAAAEc/J4Y5wbgGo0M/s72-c/jumping+frog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538191.post-8403068220425046799</id><published>2007-12-02T14:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T21:04:26.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my favourite band and always will be</title><content type='html'>So excited! It is Fuhua's Band first ever concert at 5pm later at Singapore Polytechnic Convention Centre, the place where I graduated with a diploma. Sad to say, I'm only gonna be an audience and not one of the performers. Gonna see how the young ones are doing ever since I last heard them at the Singapore Youth Festival Central Judging Competition. I remember the tears we shed together, that joy and satisfaction when we achieved a common goal and the blood during tough trainings. I really miss those times and those people, all etched in my head. Miss playing in that band, and those I've lost contact with..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/R1JdrPHPxzI/AAAAAAAAAEE/gg5bkWTI4M8/s1600-R/Fuhua+%2B+Tanglin+Band+10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/R1JdrPHPxzI/AAAAAAAAAEE/ImUfEcDQSII/s320/Fuhua+%2B+Tanglin+Band+10.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139273122155841330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;centre&gt;lovely clarinet section..&lt;/centre&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/R1Jg3fHPx0I/AAAAAAAAAEM/o76DtbSEGh0/s1600-R/Fuhua+clarinet+section+2003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/R1Jg3fHPx0I/AAAAAAAAAEM/2AutYzS1nr8/s320/Fuhua+clarinet+section+2003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139276631144122178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/R1Jg3fHPx1I/AAAAAAAAAEU/FcmyApXRX50/s1600-R/fuhua+band+2003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/R1Jg3fHPx1I/AAAAAAAAAEU/E-k-_hTDusA/s320/fuhua+band+2003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139276631144122194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538191-8403068220425046799?l=supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com/feeds/8403068220425046799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538191&amp;postID=8403068220425046799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538191/posts/default/8403068220425046799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538191/posts/default/8403068220425046799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-favourite-band-and-always-will-be.html' title='my favourite band and always will be'/><author><name>eeek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06334412791866510365</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://bp3.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/R1JdrPHPxzI/AAAAAAAAAEE/ImUfEcDQSII/s72-c/Fuhua+%2B+Tanglin+Band+10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538191.post-4974291032868839094</id><published>2007-11-27T00:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T01:05:09.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the nature of jobs in the travel line</title><content type='html'>When we get stressed up over truckloads of work that we have left unfinished, we tend to chat to relieve some of the stress that we are facing. Normally, this group of us are always the latest ones to pack up and retreat to the comfort of our home. A colleague was pouring her woes to me today saying how she was working until 10.30pm at home, not making dinner for her two little ones and how her daughter gave up and ate nothing but biscuits. While saying that, she was crying. Argh, my heart felt a pinch for her. The dilemma of being a mother. Then, another colleague of mine who joined the company recently has been working from 8am - 8pm daily, even during the weekends. And just that day he told me how he wasn't able to pick up his elder daughter after school anymore because he couldn't leave the office on time. But the worst thing was, the younger daughter said to him that 'she doesn't have a father'. It's so heartbreaking. Imagine if my daughter saying that very sentence to me in the future, I think I wouldn't want to live anymore.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;But anyway the bottomline is: If you want to work in the travel or hospitality industry, you will have to sacrifice your families to a certain extent. So, don't join this line if you are a homemaker unless you're planning to be single of course..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538191-4974291032868839094?l=supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com/feeds/4974291032868839094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538191&amp;postID=4974291032868839094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538191/posts/default/4974291032868839094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538191/posts/default/4974291032868839094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com/2007/11/nature-of-jobs-in-travel-line.html' title='the nature of jobs in the travel line'/><author><name>eeek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06334412791866510365</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-7538191.post-1087056254855455136</id><published>2007-11-25T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T02:05:08.019+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a healthy day</title><content type='html'>It's fruits and more fruits, then feeding the car with more petrol and jogging at Bukit Gombak Stadium. Yeah, seriously it is sucha healthy day today. The stadium was really cooling as usual cos' it's located near Little Guilin. And the fruit bats flying above my head were great distractions from the accumulating lactic acid in my legs. It was all so peaceful - the sound of the hidden running water, swaying of the trees, whooshing winds, crickets noisily cricking away.. they allowed me to think quietly by myself..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been long ever since I have seen mother smiled so ever happily. Must be the nephew's masterpiece, good work little guy. I accompanied mother to the nearby pasarmalam after the jog and up till today, I'm still pretty amazed at how she puts herself into my shoes and tries to understand me all the time. The greatest mother on earth. =D We went walking around and she bought me a big big bag for all my shopping stuff in the upcoming Thailand trip, a cute mickey mouse pyjamas (so kiddy right =x), socks for brother, and a mattress for the little one. Then looking at how mother refused to use her plastic notes to pay for the stuff made me wanted to laugh, not for the silliness but for the cuteness of it. Ahh, I feel blessed to be a part of this family. Must have done tons of good deeds in my past life! Kisses to my past soul.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538191-1087056254855455136?l=supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com/feeds/1087056254855455136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538191&amp;postID=1087056254855455136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538191/posts/default/1087056254855455136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538191/posts/default/1087056254855455136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com/2007/11/healthy-day.html' title='a healthy day'/><author><name>eeek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06334412791866510365</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-7538191.post-2602061266036557620</id><published>2007-11-24T03:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T14:15:23.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'>was it even supposed to be legal?</title><content type='html'>As I was walking to the nearest hawker centre for lunch with the colleague Nat, I saw these 2 malay men dressed in black behaving really suspiciously. They were turning their heads furiously like they're on a lookout or something. Then, not noticing that my colleague and I were just right in front of their faces, number one black guy passed something which looks like a packet of 'cigarettes' to number two black guy. While slipping the packet of 'cigarettes' into his pocket, he checked to see if anyone was looking at them once more, not noticing that my colleague and I were looking right at them. How stupid can they be? Trafficking drugs in broad daylight, in a crowded hawker centre, and in front of the eyes of two persons. But somehow, the thought of calling the cops didn't really come to us cos' I guess we were shocked from having witnessing that scene. I still remember one of their faces though, that sly smile.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/R0cm4ZTH7II/AAAAAAAAAD8/csfG6d8RuQo/s1600-h/doughnut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/R0cm4ZTH7II/AAAAAAAAAD8/csfG6d8RuQo/s320/doughnut.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136116650344967298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Does this makes your mouth water? xD Thanks to the courtesy of the boss, I got this doughnut filled with hearts for my teabreak at work today. And for this doughnut, I guess I'm gonna help my boss and work from 3pm to about 6.30pm on the day of my birthday. Okay, I guess I'm tired enough to sleep now.&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;I have to tread carefully~&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538191-2602061266036557620?l=supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com/feeds/2602061266036557620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538191&amp;postID=2602061266036557620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538191/posts/default/2602061266036557620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538191/posts/default/2602061266036557620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com/2007/11/was-it-even-supposed-to-be-legal.html' title='was it even supposed to be legal?'/><author><name>eeek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06334412791866510365</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://bp1.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/R0cm4ZTH7II/AAAAAAAAAD8/csfG6d8RuQo/s72-c/doughnut.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538191.post-4280909167873443242</id><published>2007-11-21T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T23:00:04.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'>down on luck</title><content type='html'>Have you ever experienced a day when everything just can't seem to be right? It's a day when everything goes wrong. Hahah! Well, that unlucky day sprung a huge surprise on me (i love surprises, but not of this sort..). I was at the railway train station this morning with 2 colleagues waiting for the luxury train to arrive, but it was delayed. It wasn't a great news cos' I had to make my way to Raffles hotel at 1.30pm to do a pre check-in for the train's departure tomorrow. So after all the passengers left, we scrambled to the entrance of the railway station and waited for our transport to fetch us back to the office. We waited patiently. Waited. And we waited.. By the time our transport came, I was already running really late. And guess what? When we were driven out to the main road, my colleague and I realised that we've forgotten the immigration forms. So we had to ask the driver to do a U-turn on the busy road, then ran back to get them. By the time I got back to office, I didn't feel well and there wasn't much time left so had only buns for lunch. -hussle hussle-&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Then, I had to carry a heavy paper bag full of immigration cards, a folder of passengers' information, my clothes and shoes to Raffles Hotel. It so happens that the President of Indonesia is staying there for some ASEAN agreement thingy and security was kinda tight that I had to be repeatedly questioned for the purpose of my visit. Now I see why taxi drivers were unwilling to send me to Raffles Hotel (cos' the entire car has got to be checked). The pre check-in was fine. After everything, I hugged the paper bag (was afraid that it'll give way due to the weight) like I'm some pitiful employee being given the sack, looking for the nearest train station. And dear me, I was walking in the wrong direction without realising it. So after telling myself that Singapore is small and I'll find a way out, I found myself at Suntec Shopping Centre! But what irked me most was that, out of 5 escalators in City Link, 4 of them weren't working. How suay can~ I was dying from the blisters and the weight of the ridiculous bag. Seriously swamped. And it's only Wednesday. -scowls- When you are down on luck, it means you are really unlucky. Sounds like some stupid thing The Noose will air. Hahah.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;There was this warm fuzzy feeling in the pit of my stomach after knowing that my little nephew is looking for me everyday. It's nice knowing that you are needed by someone. On the other hand, I noticed a peculiar phenomenon after friends chat with me in the msn.&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=blue&gt;™ says: think the waterrrrrr dammmmnnnnn hoooootttt liao&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;Notice repetitive letters in your normal conversations? Congratulations, you have just got yourself the CTS (Caren's Twit Syndrome). Fyi, this syndrome is especially useful if there is a need for you to emphasise certain words to make your point heard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538191-4280909167873443242?l=supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com/feeds/4280909167873443242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538191&amp;postID=4280909167873443242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538191/posts/default/4280909167873443242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538191/posts/default/4280909167873443242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com/2007/11/down-on-luck.html' title='down on luck'/><author><name>eeek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06334412791866510365</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-7538191.post-3600971105795824839</id><published>2007-11-20T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T22:03:23.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'>joy</title><content type='html'>Small little hands were slapping my face and arms while the birds outside were chirping merrily, going about making their morning nests. I was about to kill the brave person who had the guts to disturb my sleep, but that cute countenance came into view the minute I opened my droopy eyes. And I couldn't bear to. After I had a slice of bread, I fed him his porridge. Mama gave him a few picture cards and he dropped his toy cars instantaneously. He picked the cards up, shoved them near my face and read them to me one-by-one (pronouncing train as 'tray' and bicycle as 'marker'). And after he was done reading aloud, he flashed that innocent little smile at me. That cube of ice turned into melting water. Only you can make my heart melt..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/R0ME3JTH7HI/AAAAAAAAAD0/9FP2JE4PES0/s1600-h/covin+at+home.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/R0ME3JTH7HI/AAAAAAAAAD0/9FP2JE4PES0/s320/covin+at+home.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134953345567943794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My kawaii little nephew!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Everything was perfect yesterday and my nephew made my day until I spoilt the night by switching on the computer. Nevertheless, I had a really great night with the friends and the date.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538191-3600971105795824839?l=supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com/feeds/3600971105795824839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538191&amp;postID=3600971105795824839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538191/posts/default/3600971105795824839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538191/posts/default/3600971105795824839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com/2007/11/joy.html' title='joy'/><author><name>eeek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06334412791866510365</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://bp0.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/R0ME3JTH7HI/AAAAAAAAAD0/9FP2JE4PES0/s72-c/covin+at+home.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538191.post-8097688946038224140</id><published>2007-11-18T20:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T22:34:16.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>early christmas</title><content type='html'>It's up finally. And I mean FINALLY. I found a blogskin that I really like but it wasn't compatible with the nature of my posts. Don't ask me why cos' I racked my brains over and over, searching for any signs of betrayal from the codes but I just couldn't find any. So, I gave up and got this layout instead. It was orginally really messy and after spending another few hours doing the alignment and stuff, it seems better now. &lt;i&gt;But still messy.&lt;/i&gt; I will just have to resign to fate.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;First and foremost, I wanted to spend my whole week at home since work was really hell and I didn't have enough rest. But Mr Hansel Goh kept bugging me and was very unwilling to spend his day at home. Aye. Seeing that I'm such a nice friend to everyone, I agreed to keep him company and hunt for his t-shirts and belt in town. Okay so bhb right, I know. That's a white lie. In actual fact I agreed to go out cos' I had to drive to my aunt's house and yeah, my first time seeing my cousin's twin babies - one of them is named Cadence and the other.. &lt;i&gt;Ican'trememberwhat.&lt;/i&gt; Gosh. I make a horrible aunt! Anyway, babies aside. I was at Orchard yesterday and the Christmas lightings are so beautiful, they just make a girl's dreams come true. =D It's a fairytale Christmas this year and I can't wait to catch the upcoming magical-like movies. (wishing for something special and magical to happen on this coming Christmas, maybe like a white horse with a knight on it appearing at my doorsteps? &lt;i&gt;yeah right.&lt;/i&gt;) Okay, I got to catch the tv.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And I really like tea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538191-8097688946038224140?l=supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com/feeds/8097688946038224140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538191&amp;postID=8097688946038224140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538191/posts/default/8097688946038224140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538191/posts/default/8097688946038224140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com/2007/11/early-christmas.html' title='early christmas'/><author><name>eeek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06334412791866510365</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-7538191.post-4553849467487370467</id><published>2007-11-16T01:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T22:50:01.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'>crabby</title><content type='html'>Let me whine. My week has been revolving around work and more railway train duties. This weariness and stress is at its extreme. And I believe yesterday was the worst day of work in the past 6 months. It's like a BLACK Wednesday. Okay wait.. I should stop rattling on about it before I can't resist the urge to treat my poor pillow as a punching bag. I'm seriously contradicting myself - can't type coherently anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, I had dinner with Alva dear last week at Jumbo Restaurant. Yes, it was crazy because there were only 2 of us and just thinking about the cost after getting your stomach filled is enough to send you into a mad state of confusion. But we ate there anyway. The food was good and this restaurant really lived up to its name. We had yam ring with scallop, kangkong fried with oyster sauce and garlic. Pretty simple dishes but believe me it's quite alot for two ladies! And the star for that night was actually..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/RzyD1pTH7GI/AAAAAAAAADs/82jOexmzS7Y/s1600-h/me+and+alva.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/RzyD1pTH7GI/AAAAAAAAADs/82jOexmzS7Y/s200/me+and+alva.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133122632937892962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Black pepper crab!! (i hope the picture beside the crab doesn't make it look unappetizing..) I LOVE CRABS. And it so happens that the crabs Jumbo Restaurant has are of the topmost quality - the Sri Lankan crabs. These crabs are well known for their sweet and succulent flesh! By topping off with black pepper and adding a lil' butter to it.. tasted &lt;i&gt;heavenly&lt;/i&gt;. Imagine both of us having to spend an hour just to suck every flesh out of those red stubborn shells. Okay, I guess I have to admit that we are really bad at cracking the shells.&lt;br /&gt;We walked over to Clarke Quay to get our not-so-satisfying Turkish ice cream after dinner and saw quite a few hookers. They were only hitting on Caucasian males and it seemed like these hookers were having a bad night cos' their fees are oh so high even to the Caucasians. But it just makes me wonder why would these women choose to sell their bodies instead of trying out other jobs~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I so wanna type about the jogging episode, but really exhausted now..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538191-4553849467487370467?l=supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com/feeds/4553849467487370467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538191&amp;postID=4553849467487370467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538191/posts/default/4553849467487370467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538191/posts/default/4553849467487370467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com/2007/11/crabby.html' title='crabby'/><author><name>eeek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06334412791866510365</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://bp3.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/RzyD1pTH7GI/AAAAAAAAADs/82jOexmzS7Y/s72-c/me+and+alva.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538191.post-5312875203415790017</id><published>2007-11-08T13:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T15:59:05.962+08:00</updated><title type='text'>festival of lights</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color=red&gt;The following paragraphs are written with little or no ethical considerations so if you are one who gets offended easily, please do not proceed to read any further.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;A few days ago before some colleagues knocked off from work, they wished the rest of us a happy deepavali with that indian-ish accent which sent everyone else laughing and lots of mimicking after that. Okay, just try pronouncing deepavali (dee-par-var-lee), input a little indian accent and a head shake from left-to-right and vice versa. There you go. I can't believe I'm a racist even when I love their thosai and teh tarik..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I was planning to leave the office no later than 8pm yesterday when Alva told me she had invoices to do. So I stayed back a little while thinking that it couldn't take more than 5 minutes. But much to my dismay (as usual), she had to print 150 pages of invoices - 3 sets. It was already 9pm and if I left her in the lurch, I bet she would still be struggling to finish her work at 11pm. So I did lots of photocopying for her and accumulated paper cuts while she manual-fed the printer. After much hassle, we left at 9.45pm with empty stomachs and weary bodies. Then, there was something massive blocking our path. **Please do not try this at home.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/RzKrN-BWfNI/AAAAAAAAADk/Oay5VlpogIM/s1600-h/lorry+in+the+path.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/RzKrN-BWfNI/AAAAAAAAADk/Oay5VlpogIM/s200/lorry+in+the+path.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130351182003731666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mouths totally hanging, we pondered over the cause of this unfortunate accident. But I reckoned the driver was drunk. While we were calculating the amount of damage the truck incurred, I realised that fuel was leaking like a running tapwater at the bottom of the vehicle. I cautioned Alva and we decided that we'd rather risk getting knock down by oncoming cars than bursting into flames.&lt;br&gt;Seeing that it was already almost 10pm, we made a unanimous decision to eat at the market nearby our office. Yeah it's pretty interesting eating at the place where a festival is brewing. We were outnumbered and all the times throughout dinner, there were lots of cat-callings and wolf-whistlings while they cheered in triumph for their day. Fyi, the office I'm working in is located at Little India.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538191-5312875203415790017?l=supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com/feeds/5312875203415790017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538191&amp;postID=5312875203415790017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538191/posts/default/5312875203415790017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538191/posts/default/5312875203415790017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com/2007/11/festival-of-lights.html' title='festival of lights'/><author><name>eeek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06334412791866510365</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://bp1.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/RzKrN-BWfNI/AAAAAAAAADk/Oay5VlpogIM/s72-c/lorry+in+the+path.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538191.post-516265514667309987</id><published>2007-11-04T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T00:50:24.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the potential breakup song</title><content type='html'>My laptop has been threatening to crash for weeks now and I think it's almost dying what with the constant downloading of songs. So, just a short little update before the gloomy working week arrives.. There is actually a thunderstorm right now and I'm reminiscing the good o' times I had with the skies in Mersing. Even on a stormy day there, I was completely in awe seeing those dangerously beautiful lightning orbs up up in the sky. And right here in Singapore, it's just noise pollution and flashes of light like there is a paparazzi out there trying to take a shot of what you are doing in your room relentlessly.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;After waiting for hours yesterday, I finally had the chance to breathe in some dust from the mahjong tiles. It was an excellent game cos' Harvard and bro spared no mercy and I didn't manage to win more than one round. Talk about the grievance and injustice I've suffered. =x Alright, I shall retreat to my warm and welcoming bed and at the same time, embrace a fantastically interesting day at work tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538191-516265514667309987?l=supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com/feeds/516265514667309987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538191&amp;postID=516265514667309987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538191/posts/default/516265514667309987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538191/posts/default/516265514667309987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com/2007/11/potential-breakup-song.html' title='the potential breakup song'/><author><name>eeek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06334412791866510365</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-7538191.post-3617246057012132926</id><published>2007-11-03T11:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T12:35:28.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hate how much i love you guys</title><content type='html'>This entry was supposed to start by complaining about my colleagues, and end by whining that they are some scary political creatures. But the sheer cuteness in all of them dispels the little grudges I had towards them. I just can't bring myself to allow the monster in me having complete control over the keyboard. Moreover, the time for me to leave the company is silently approaching.. and I guess before that time comes, I'm just gonna have to try to enjoy every minute with them. Yes, that sounds great.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;One of my closest colleagues, Alva, actually skipped her language class after work at 8.30pm yesterday just to have dinner at Central Mall with me! &lt;3 to you dear! Then we spent some time walking around Clarke Quay with all its pretty lights and bustling activities in the young night. It's just so happening right there and a simply great place to hang out. Totally in love with Clarke Quay!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/Ryv1pGrgPnI/AAAAAAAAADc/FGW9qp7zNAM/s1600-h/Clarke+Quay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/Ryv1pGrgPnI/AAAAAAAAADc/FGW9qp7zNAM/s200/Clarke+Quay.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128462687207964274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And I'm going there again on this coming Thursday to celebrate Alva dear's birthday. This time, we're gonna look for the friendly Turkish man for his ice cream. (:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Oh and I think I haven't mentioned this. Last Sunday, I drove my family to Singapore Polytechnic for a lunch buffet cos' my granduncle was treating us as Uncle Meow Khee and family are gonna head back to Aussie. But by the time we reached there, my dad who was sitting in the passenger seat beside me, was sweating like nobody's business. Goodness gracious me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538191-3617246057012132926?l=supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com/feeds/3617246057012132926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538191&amp;postID=3617246057012132926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538191/posts/default/3617246057012132926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538191/posts/default/3617246057012132926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com/2007/11/hate-how-much-i-love-you-guys.html' title='hate how much i love you guys'/><author><name>eeek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06334412791866510365</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://bp1.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/Ryv1pGrgPnI/AAAAAAAAADc/FGW9qp7zNAM/s72-c/Clarke+Quay.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538191.post-4151560734113538381</id><published>2007-10-30T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T22:20:51.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ultimate unfairness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.friendsofwfp.org/donate" target="_self"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://www.friendsofwfp.org/atf/cf/{90E7E160-957C-41E4-9FAB-87E2B662894B}/rtbox_didknow.jpg" align="left" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Perhaps I'm a little slow because the World Hunger Relief Week ended on 20th October. BUT, do you still see little donation boxes at the counters of restaurants such as KFC, Pizza Hut, Taco Bell, ...? If you do, please donate whatever spare cash you have for the people in Third World countries who are in dire need for food and water. And just in case you aren't convinced by that little 'Did You Know' box or you feel that this is just a fraud, let the picture below change your perception towards an unknown part of the world which is living in the darkness.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/RyYOMGrgPmI/AAAAAAAAADU/vJnDjo5gKMM/s1600-h/wanting_a_meal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/RyYOMGrgPmI/AAAAAAAAADU/vJnDjo5gKMM/s200/wanting_a_meal.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126800826922188386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some of you might have already seen this but for those who have not, let me enlighten you guys. This picture was taken by a photojournalist named Kevin Carter who decided to shorten his stay in South Africa to Sudan where civil wars and famine were prevalent then. There, he took this picture of a starving Sudanese girl who was desperately trying to make her way to a food relief camp whilst being stalked by a vulture. Fyi, vultures rarely attack healthy animals, but may kill the wounded or the sick. And so, the photojournalist chased away the vulture while the little girl continued the arduous journey towards the food relief camp. A few months after this photo won the Pulitzer Award, the photojournalist committed suicide having seen too many sufferings and no joy in life.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And it pains me to see that the other half of the world is worrying over children who are obese.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538191-4151560734113538381?l=supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com/feeds/4151560734113538381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538191&amp;postID=4151560734113538381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538191/posts/default/4151560734113538381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538191/posts/default/4151560734113538381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com/2007/10/ultimate-unfairness.html' title='ultimate unfairness'/><author><name>eeek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06334412791866510365</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://bp0.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/RyYOMGrgPmI/AAAAAAAAADU/vJnDjo5gKMM/s72-c/wanting_a_meal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538191.post-1716973128735762510</id><published>2007-10-28T00:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T01:57:50.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the fourth floor</title><content type='html'>The most hated storeys of all. Fourth floor. I've had pretty bad experiences with this level and I have this phobia of taking lifts. Alone. Unfortunately, of all levels in the building, this is the one which my office will be shifting to next week. We were initially doing fine at the third level and I find the office cosier, and more homely at where we were. Contrary to the old place, the new office at the fourth level has this deafening silence and unfriendly colleagues sitting right beside our super chatty department people. Such irony. On top of that, politics in the office are getting really crazy. And I kinda pity one of my colleagues who fell prey to it. I would really love to help her, but sad to say it's all not within my power. Anyway, I'll be really busy next month cos' I'm down for 5 railway station duties ($_$). So I shall apologise in advance for turning any of you down if you wanna meet me after my worktime.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The next thing I shall highlight, ohh! &lt;font color=turquose&gt;I finally got my pretty turquoise driving license, it came a few days ago via mail.&lt;/font&gt; I'm officially a driver now. Whee! And I drove my colleague home after a crazy day of shopping. Yeahh, hope there's more to come. (: I'll be looking forward to the day when I get a mini car of my own (cos' my dad's friend gave a little feedback and said that he couldn't see me on the driver's hotseat - I'm a tad too short for the current car). Dreaming for it..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/RyN4Q2rgPlI/AAAAAAAAADM/CMKBrjAYtIs/s1600-h/MINI_COOPER1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/RyN4Q2rgPlI/AAAAAAAAADM/CMKBrjAYtIs/s200/MINI_COOPER1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126073031828979282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm finally getting better.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538191-1716973128735762510?l=supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com/feeds/1716973128735762510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538191&amp;postID=1716973128735762510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538191/posts/default/1716973128735762510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538191/posts/default/1716973128735762510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com/2007/10/fourth-floor.html' title='the fourth floor'/><author><name>eeek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06334412791866510365</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://bp0.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/RyN4Q2rgPlI/AAAAAAAAADM/CMKBrjAYtIs/s72-c/MINI_COOPER1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538191.post-2297178307130183109</id><published>2007-10-23T01:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T02:14:58.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the pre-halloween syndrome</title><content type='html'>Do you believe in horoscopes? I do to a certain extent, it really depends on my mood. But anyway, since we are in the month of the Scorpions, let's see how do Scorpio guys fare with my horoscope..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;'Scorpio is dominant by nature, but Scorpio will have trouble keeping their Sagittarian partner under control. This freedom loving sign will surely bring out the worst in Scorpios nature. Mutual distrust is easy here. The Scorpion possessiveness will make life unbearable for Sagittarius. It is true that from the sexual standpoint, Scorpio is attractive to the Sagittarian lust, but thats where the compatibility ends. Not a recommended combination. -astrology.com'&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Goodbye Scorpions.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I skipped work today and went to the doctor's. Can I skip the doctor part? Ahhhh, I guess you can't say no anyway. -fast forward- Little Miss Suet Yee asked me to accompany her to Borders at like 4pm, when I had to wolf down my 'bento'. And thankfully, we didn't spend 1 hour figuring out how to get to Borders from Orchard train station. I was pretty flabbergasted to find out that there exists someone who really suck at directions more than I am. *oops mind my language* Yes, I am not alone! Then together, we hunted for the grim book of original fairytales for over an hour and took some pictures in anticipation of the upcoming halloween..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/RxzkFVyUsTI/AAAAAAAAAC8/l_tsk-lg_eo/s1600-h/lala.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/RxzkFVyUsTI/AAAAAAAAAC8/l_tsk-lg_eo/s200/lala.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124221256439476530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They are the confused phantom and the fearsome vampire! These pictures were taken in a hurry cos' we were not supposed to put the masks on (the salespeople were all staring at us with their hawk-eyes, getting ready to devour us anytime). But I realised mine couldn't fit my head at all cos' the phantom-y mask was far too large. Oh well, I wasn't planning to buy it anyway. Have a great rainy night everyone~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538191-2297178307130183109?l=supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com/feeds/2297178307130183109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538191&amp;postID=2297178307130183109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538191/posts/default/2297178307130183109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538191/posts/default/2297178307130183109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com/2007/10/pre-halloween-syndrome.html' title='the pre-halloween syndrome'/><author><name>eeek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06334412791866510365</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://bp3.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/RxzkFVyUsTI/AAAAAAAAAC8/l_tsk-lg_eo/s72-c/lala.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538191.post-2269207217841696719</id><published>2007-10-21T17:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T18:57:24.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>beat-boxing</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color=red&gt;HAPPY 20TH BIRTHDAY FEN!&lt;/font&gt; I really hope you enjoyed that little sabotage on the stage in Acid Bar yesterday. -grins-&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It's really a blessing for us when we reached there about an hour earlier than planned cos' we met this really good vocalist/beatboxer. His voice put me into a kinda sweet melancholic trance and it just makes me wonder what amazing sounds those little vocal folds neighbouring our oesophagus could do. You can listen to some of Stitch's beatboxing &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/beatboxerstitch" target="_blank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. And out of my curiosity, I was searching for really good beatboxers when I found &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=5MlYA1AE5rE" target="_blank"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; performance. He was the judge for Singapore's Beatbox Championship so I guess he must be fabulous at it himself. Anyway, spend some time and immerse yourself into the world of snares, hi-hats, and bass from our very own voiceboxes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538191-2269207217841696719?l=supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com/feeds/2269207217841696719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538191&amp;postID=2269207217841696719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538191/posts/default/2269207217841696719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538191/posts/default/2269207217841696719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com/2007/10/beat-boxing.html' title='beat-boxing'/><author><name>eeek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06334412791866510365</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-7538191.post-8732226722067671402</id><published>2007-10-20T01:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T02:31:08.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>like an old abandoned house</title><content type='html'>Wake up your idea. Classic. I have a hunch that this is the phrase commanders in National Service always uses to reprimand the recruits. Tell me if I'm right NS guys.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I was sitting on my bed, staring at nothing in particular, and not exactly thinking about anything cos' there were millions of thoughts running through my head like they're fighting to reach to an invisible finishing line. Lost count of them. I have no idea what's the matter with me nowadays. Maybe it's just the work, occupational hazards.. ahh. No I doubt so. God. I should just face up to my problems and untie the little knots in my head. In fact, I know what's wrong with me all along and the stuff which are causing my insomnia at night. I've been relying on my friends, entertainment, and novels to dispel my troubles. How could I make use of the people I love so much to walk away from it all? This feeling is like.. being slapped in the face without even knowing the reason. I wanna get through this ordeal. I should treat myself better. Love myself more.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;Well, I never saw it coming&lt;br&gt;I should've started running&lt;br&gt;A long long time ago&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538191-8732226722067671402?l=supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com/feeds/8732226722067671402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538191&amp;postID=8732226722067671402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538191/posts/default/8732226722067671402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538191/posts/default/8732226722067671402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com/2007/10/like-old-abandoned-house.html' title='like an old abandoned house'/><author><name>eeek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06334412791866510365</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-7538191.post-5634028176919769348</id><published>2007-10-19T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T01:24:58.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's not easy to be me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/RxeTvVddAZI/AAAAAAAAACs/LDFCL4mwRhI/s1600-h/our+feet+small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/RxeTvVddAZI/AAAAAAAAACs/LDFCL4mwRhI/s200/our+feet+small.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122725542581043602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;We were on our way home from Acid Bar when the hostile tongue of mine exclaimed how inconsiderate Jeff was after he comfortably propped his legs up on the chair in front of him. I was doing the same thing then and left him gaping at me thereafter. xD Talking about Acid Bar, if you are one who likes live band performances, this is definitely the place for you if you don't mind being sandwiched between hordes of people on well received nights.&lt;br&gt;I was on my way to meeting the much missed girlies in Esplanade for a Haagen Dazs treat by Fen, when I saw a Thailand traditional instrumental performance. It reminded me of that faithful 'Loy Krathong' day in Thailand and how my little cousin and I got sick halfway through watching the performance. Creepy. But I guess it's just the dirty food. =x Anyway, the 5 of us caught up with each others' lives and we were cross talking all the time (it's abit like a fish market when we are together). And after Haagen Dazs, we had Sakae Sushi. Not to mention, I've since become a 'renowned' glutton in the office.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;To the friend who is feeling weak..&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/RxeVZlddAaI/AAAAAAAAAC0/DWxbFZwUSs8/s1600-h/me+and+dawn+at+haagen+dasz+small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/RxeVZlddAaI/AAAAAAAAAC0/DWxbFZwUSs8/s200/me+and+dawn+at+haagen+dasz+small.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122727367942144418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL US THAT YOU HAVE GOT DENGUE FEVER? But I'm so glad that you are on your way to recovery. Get your body up and going, then we shall comb for our favourite authors in the bookstores together alright! Love ya girl!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;But it still sucks to not being able to fall asleep at night..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538191-5634028176919769348?l=supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com/feeds/5634028176919769348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538191&amp;postID=5634028176919769348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538191/posts/default/5634028176919769348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538191/posts/default/5634028176919769348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com/2007/10/its-not-easy-to-be-me.html' title='it&apos;s not easy to be me'/><author><name>eeek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06334412791866510365</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://bp3.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/RxeTvVddAZI/AAAAAAAAACs/LDFCL4mwRhI/s72-c/our+feet+small.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538191.post-373460530189907148</id><published>2007-10-15T16:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T18:48:24.009+08:00</updated><title type='text'>five tons off the shoulders, another five tons to go</title><content type='html'>I waited. For those pair of unwavering eyes to do the closure. I stepped out of the room with blood thudding in my ears. The room that makes me quiver and go all clammy on my palms. Except this time, with a smile as wide as the Valley of Panjsher on my lips.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538191-373460530189907148?l=supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com/feeds/373460530189907148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538191&amp;postID=373460530189907148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538191/posts/default/373460530189907148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538191/posts/default/373460530189907148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com/2007/10/five-tons-off-shoulders-another-five.html' title='five tons off the shoulders, another five tons to go'/><author><name>eeek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06334412791866510365</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-7538191.post-2123817887393031907</id><published>2007-10-05T02:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T02:27:47.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BOO.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/RwUv5FddAUI/AAAAAAAAACE/jhFMqiuXoYc/s1600-h/cameron+highlands.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/RwUv5FddAUI/AAAAAAAAACE/jhFMqiuXoYc/s200/cameron+highlands.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117549209341198658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lakehouse in Cameron Highlands is OHHHHH SO PRETTY! Oh wait, I'm heading to Thailand and not to Malaysia. Ding dong. Drowning in one of my indulgences before I hit the sack. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538191-2123817887393031907?l=supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com/feeds/2123817887393031907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538191&amp;postID=2123817887393031907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538191/posts/default/2123817887393031907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538191/posts/default/2123817887393031907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com/2007/10/boo.html' title='BOO.'/><author><name>eeek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06334412791866510365</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://bp0.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/RwUv5FddAUI/AAAAAAAAACE/jhFMqiuXoYc/s72-c/cameron+highlands.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538191.post-6442637747606860190</id><published>2007-09-27T00:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T01:00:23.657+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~</title><content type='html'>I'm really really exhausted. From everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538191-6442637747606860190?l=supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com/feeds/6442637747606860190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538191&amp;postID=6442637747606860190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538191/posts/default/6442637747606860190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538191/posts/default/6442637747606860190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com/2007/09/blog-post.html' title='~'/><author><name>eeek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06334412791866510365</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-7538191.post-2026933223123221391</id><published>2007-09-25T00:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T01:43:04.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the ambition</title><content type='html'>I have the greatest ambition ever. And that is to be a TRAVELER. I don't see it much as a dream because I know I'm gonna make it come true. And those who're shaking their heads right now disapproving of whatever I'm saying or feel that this is just too goddamn impractical, just you wait and see ;) This little flame in me is becoming more prominent day by day and I can't control that burning desire to go out of country anymore. I wanna see those neverending mountains, rolls and rolls of glorious green hills, stare beyond the horizon and wait for the day to turn into night, admire the first stars that liven the dark black sky, experience the changing of seasons and life in the countryside, meet new people.. gosh I could go on and on. I just wanna spread my wings and fly.. Haa. Gonna work hard towards it. Anyone wanna make a good wager? 100 pounds for a start. xD&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;it's not being stubborn to go after what you know is right.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538191-2026933223123221391?l=supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com/feeds/2026933223123221391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538191&amp;postID=2026933223123221391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538191/posts/default/2026933223123221391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538191/posts/default/2026933223123221391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com/2007/09/greatest-ambition.html' title='the ambition'/><author><name>eeek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06334412791866510365</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-7538191.post-2314487451534247672</id><published>2007-09-23T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T01:48:20.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mid-autumn festival</title><content type='html'>This is killing me. I need someone to shoot me so so badly to ease me from this pain. Aye.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;On a much lighter note, I'm so into celebrating this year's Mid-Autumn Festival. There's so much hype about mooncakes in the office since last month! And the best mooncake (brought by the hoteliers) I've tasted so far would be those from Raffles Hotel. They've added champagne into their white little mooncakes and I swear it's heavenly. Another factor for my enthusiasm in this festival comes from these pretty lanterns when I was at Clarke Quay with Hansel. I was practically snapping pics away like I'm clinging on to the last of my life haa, but didn't have a digi cam on hand then. So the colours of the pics ain't that great..&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/RvaeX1ddARI/AAAAAAAAABs/YHEmUui4eh8/s1600-h/Change3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/RvaeX1ddARI/AAAAAAAAABs/YHEmUui4eh8/s200/Change3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113448559250571538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yeah, stop guessing. That's Chang-E and I have to say she looks pretty lonely cos' I didn't see her famous archer of a husband (Hou Yi) anywhere, except for the Moon Elder.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/RvahW1ddASI/AAAAAAAAAB0/TP-8CTichLs/s1600-h/yue+laos.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/RvahW1ddASI/AAAAAAAAAB0/TP-8CTichLs/s200/yue+laos.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113451840605585698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; His big name is Yue Lao.&lt;br&gt; Direct translation: Moon Old (LMAO)&lt;br&gt;Indirect translation: Moon Elder/God of Marriage/The Old Man in the Moon&lt;br&gt;This man is definitely not my best of friends. But I'll be waiting for the day when he decides to tie me and the future husband with an invisible silken cord that never breaks as long as life lasts. Haa. And yea, there's another reason for wanting to celebrate this festival but it would be better if I hush hush about it. And now, whoever's free on Tuesday evening wanting to relieve some childhood memories and play sparklers, candles or even LANTERNS with me, you're welcome to date me out regardless of your race, gender, age, weight, height.. LOL. If you would excuse me, I have to do some cleaning up of the mess and some recovery. Yeah, I need first aid very badly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538191-2314487451534247672?l=supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com/feeds/2314487451534247672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538191&amp;postID=2314487451534247672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538191/posts/default/2314487451534247672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538191/posts/default/2314487451534247672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com/2007/09/mid-autumn-festival.html' title='mid-autumn festival'/><author><name>eeek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06334412791866510365</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://bp0.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/RvaeX1ddARI/AAAAAAAAABs/YHEmUui4eh8/s72-c/Change3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538191.post-2429983081077588116</id><published>2007-09-23T00:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T01:56:16.871+08:00</updated><title type='text'>light that fire</title><content type='html'>Flaming lamborghini is a woooooooooooohooooooooooo super nice drink. Not for the faint hearted though. It made my insides all warm and tingly and acts as a great anti-depressant on a cold gloomy night. Superb, just for me. Oh and Heineken lovers, it's time for a switch to a newfound love - Hoegaarden. Super smooth and there's no bitter aftertaste. The best beer ever.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Anyhow, I've been working and party-ing so hard everyday after work. It's a wonder how I still couldn't get to sleep every night even when fatigue is creeping up on me. This is so ridiculous. Geez, just lemme have a good night's rest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538191-2429983081077588116?l=supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com/feeds/2429983081077588116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538191&amp;postID=2429983081077588116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538191/posts/default/2429983081077588116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538191/posts/default/2429983081077588116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com/2007/09/light-that-fire.html' title='light that fire'/><author><name>eeek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06334412791866510365</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-7538191.post-3664721007373869815</id><published>2007-09-18T00:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T01:58:52.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the simple kind of happiness</title><content type='html'>People I'm back!! It is the first time I didn't really sleep for 3 nights for a chalet and the first time with only 5 people living together under one roof. There's a first time to everything so I see. =D But it's a really good thing staying with small numbers in a chalet as well cos' everyone was talking to one another during the BBQ and stuff. And, it was such a happy affair, bbq-ing for ourselves and not having to entertain anyone we don't know well. It's just happiness. And ahh, bonds are such wonderful invisible metal chains. &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/Ru68DflyX_I/AAAAAAAAABU/TteT0gRFw3c/s1600-h/Picture_011+small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/Ru68DflyX_I/AAAAAAAAABU/TteT0gRFw3c/s200/Picture_011+small.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111229395317710834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/Ru68SPlyYAI/AAAAAAAAABc/7Ha3CwkFFSE/s1600-h/Picture_024+small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/Ru68SPlyYAI/AAAAAAAAABc/7Ha3CwkFFSE/s200/Picture_024+small.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111229648720781314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Crushed by the evil marshmallow! Haha! Alright it's getting so late.. Come to think of it I've been drinking alcohol like water ehh~ I can't picture what will happen to me in a few more years to come. Haaa! And one more picture.. &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/Ru69v_lyYBI/AAAAAAAAABk/Fqvn82qB4RM/s1600-h/the+alumnis+small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/Ru69v_lyYBI/AAAAAAAAABk/Fqvn82qB4RM/s200/the+alumnis+small.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111231259333517330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;BANDFREAKS! Really miss you guys loads. When I got home that day you guys were about to go. Omg we were not meant to be. Butbut drop by my house again soon okay, I'll be at home promise! :) I'm tired~ that's all for tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538191-3664721007373869815?l=supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com/feeds/3664721007373869815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538191&amp;postID=3664721007373869815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538191/posts/default/3664721007373869815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538191/posts/default/3664721007373869815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com/2007/09/simple-kind-of-happiness.html' title='the simple kind of happiness'/><author><name>eeek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06334412791866510365</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://bp3.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/Ru68DflyX_I/AAAAAAAAABU/TteT0gRFw3c/s72-c/Picture_011+small.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538191.post-8086859996168096950</id><published>2007-09-13T02:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T02:31:25.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>friends for life</title><content type='html'>OMG. It's 2.10am. Doing some really last minute packing and ahh, I so hope that this someone will turn up for the chalet. -makes a wish-&lt;br&gt;Love to Jeff for the listening ear and yea, I may look like I take you for granted all the time but I really do treasure you!! I'll help you with your problem for sure. That's what friends are for, right? [all eyes on the Shangri-La Japanese Buffet] HAHAHAHA! Eve you're looking pretty as usual, don't smoke too much though! :)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Alrighty, funny how this pic with 2 cute little rabbits could turn into..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/Ruguk_lyX9I/AAAAAAAAABE/-ADgVOmUpiQ/s1600-h/rabbits.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/Ruguk_lyX9I/AAAAAAAAABE/-ADgVOmUpiQ/s200/rabbits.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109384990331920338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/RugvOvlyX-I/AAAAAAAAABM/qvQxkurTJfE/s1600-h/HAHA+RABBITS+LMAO.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/RugvOvlyX-I/AAAAAAAAABM/qvQxkurTJfE/s200/HAHA+RABBITS+LMAO.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109385707591458786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;LMAO. Really tickles me. The famous artist is not me of course. Have a good weekend guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538191-8086859996168096950?l=supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com/feeds/8086859996168096950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538191&amp;postID=8086859996168096950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538191/posts/default/8086859996168096950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538191/posts/default/8086859996168096950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com/2007/09/friends-for-life.html' title='friends for life'/><author><name>eeek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06334412791866510365</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://bp3.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/Ruguk_lyX9I/AAAAAAAAABE/-ADgVOmUpiQ/s72-c/rabbits.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538191.post-1158017888750899150</id><published>2007-09-12T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T00:58:56.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'>being simple is beautiful</title><content type='html'>Walking around in a dreamy fashion, with super unfocused eyes and a cloudy head, it is kinda amazing that I even made it to work yesterday morning. What with all the withdrawal symptoms about work, I was pretty astounded when my highly sensitive 'antennas' detected some super-uber-hyper energy in the atmosphere at the office. Everyone was in some really happy mood. Ahh, two new colleagues so I see - additional people to share the workload. HAHA! But unfortunately, I'm still quite on my own la. Anyway, I'll be MIA-ing for quite some time cos' there will be a chalet going on from 13th - 17th September, by the poly friends. So looking forward to the mahjong sessions! And yea, tired from the lack of rest and too much thinking.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;the future belongs to those who believe the beauty of their dreams.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538191-1158017888750899150?l=supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com/feeds/1158017888750899150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538191&amp;postID=1158017888750899150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538191/posts/default/1158017888750899150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538191/posts/default/1158017888750899150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com/2007/09/being-simple-is-beautiful.html' title='being simple is beautiful'/><author><name>eeek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06334412791866510365</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-7538191.post-1697935050307276443</id><published>2007-09-09T18:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T20:47:14.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lucky for once?</title><content type='html'>As much as the procrastinator I am, it's now high time to do something about all the stuff which were left pending. But first and foremost, I would like to introduce to you guys &lt;i&gt;the ultimate emo song&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=par0HkOxCKI" target="_blank"&gt;Shirushi&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;i&gt;The ultimate antidote to cure emo-ness:&lt;/i&gt; Chocolates (note: varies accordingly to each individual user. If antidote fails to be effective or allergies like tearing occur, please consult a specialist immediately)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Thailand trip - it's finally CONFIRMED. Yippees! Love to Qi for organising this trip, I just have so much love to give to you. HAHA! And to my mother as well, who accompanies me for millions of boring appointments I have every month. I love you. I have completely no idea where all this mushy-ness in me is coming from but ya, at least it's a testament to how I really feel.&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;watching those 2 pairs of little legs trot up and down the corridor, having a warm hospitality and a day full of laughters - it's simply happiness. Short-lived it may be but, I'm contented.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538191-1697935050307276443?l=supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com/feeds/1697935050307276443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538191&amp;postID=1697935050307276443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538191/posts/default/1697935050307276443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538191/posts/default/1697935050307276443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com/2007/09/lucky-for-once.html' title='lucky for once?'/><author><name>eeek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06334412791866510365</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-7538191.post-7804228283766467902</id><published>2007-09-06T00:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T23:12:59.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the 7th lunar month</title><content type='html'>Doughnuts in the air! Had a doughnut my colleague, Tracy bought for me from &lt;a href="http://www.straitstimes.com/Free/Story/STIStory_127704.html" target="_blank"&gt;Missy Donut&lt;/a&gt; at Plaza Singapura about a week ago. Its taste brought me back to my childhood memories. So drama mama. Haha! But it really is good, try it if you haven't! Oh and talking about my colleague Tracy, she's going to be leaving the company in 2 days' time. I'm gonna so miss all the chit chatting with her! It's the only thing which keeps me alive in the office. And that message, it seriously touched me. Thank you so much for the care, I received it. =D And I would like to wish you happiness girl and be sure to have fun during your wedding day! &lt;3&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I found myself at a Kampung Hut at Sentosa last Sunday with bro and Meng. Love the cosy little hut so much!&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/Rt7uAQiPwMI/AAAAAAAAAA0/OqboVMLWyko/s1600-h/kampung+hut+so+cosyyyy+small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/Rt7uAQiPwMI/AAAAAAAAAA0/OqboVMLWyko/s200/kampung+hut+so+cosyyyy+small.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106780715690737858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/Rt7uewiPwNI/AAAAAAAAAA8/K6SXtnvsS14/s1600-h/kampung+hut+double+decker+small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/Rt7uewiPwNI/AAAAAAAAAA8/K6SXtnvsS14/s200/kampung+hut+double+decker+small.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106781239676747986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There's 2 double decker beds, so the little hut can actually take in 8 persons (if there're gonna be 2 on each bed). And so, the 3 of us spent the night playing Saboteur. Bro gave me a pleasant surprise when he announced that he bought 2 bottles of red wine and 3 of us were to finish it. So we walked to the 7-Eleven outlet at Palawan Beach to get some ice and cups. Then on the way back to our hut at about 1am, we decided to take our first steps into the JUNGLE TRAIL. It's total darkness in there. Meng got kinda freaked out and decided to stay right behind my bro. Me, the last person. But after a couple of steps up, we made a break for the exit. It's too creepy for 3 people.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;After we got back safely into our hut, we started drinking. Bro drank lots, I mean LOTS. He became so so drunk. I've never seen him in that state before, it's kinda scary. Haha! When the time came for us to release the toxins in our bodies, the 3 of us went to the toilets together. Butbut when I came out of my cubicle, the both of them were speaking in soft whispers, looking afraid. Having no idea at what's going on at that time, I hopped gleefully back to our hut and resumed our game. At about 3am..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me:&lt;/i&gt; Shh. I heard footsteps outside.&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;Bro:&lt;/i&gt; I saw a shadow. Meng do you think it was the old man that we saw?&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;Meng:&lt;/i&gt; ...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;We then continued our game and pretended nothing's happening until at about 3.30am..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;Drunkard Bro:&lt;/i&gt; I wanna go toilet~&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me:&lt;/i&gt; Okay, let's all go together.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;Bro opened the door and..&lt;/i&gt;an old man with a walking stick was right outside our doorstep staring at the 3 of us. We were seriously freaked out. The then drunkard bro told Meng to stay put in the hut whilst the 2 of us went to the toilets. When I was in my cubicle, I prayed so hard that I wouldn't see the old man outside my door. Alas, HE WAS RIGHT OUTSIDE. Damn. I saw bro staring at him and when I joined bro, that old man seemed to be asking me something but I couldn't really decipher what he was saying then (sounded abit like Thai language). I seriously couldn't see why an old man was stalking, or should I say waiting for us to come out of our hut at that time of the night. I listened carefully to his question again, (conversed in Mandarin)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Old Man:&lt;/i&gt; How do I go home from here?&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me:&lt;/i&gt; Where is your home?&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Old Man:&lt;/i&gt; Kembangan.&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me:&lt;/i&gt; ...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I got totally freaked out cos' who in the right mind would want to go home from Sentosa at 3.30am, much less an old man with a walking stick. Then to totally escape from this creepy man, I told him to walk straight and turn right down the stairs out to Siloso Beach. And walked away as quickly as I could with the drunk bro. After this creepy episode, bro was puking the whole night. Like every 1 hour or so he'll wake to puke (I wasn't sleeping for the whole night so I knew). And I went for work right after that and had lotsa nightmares after that episode. To believe whether we've seen "that", is all up to your imagination. I've had enough for tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538191-7804228283766467902?l=supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com/feeds/7804228283766467902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538191&amp;postID=7804228283766467902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538191/posts/default/7804228283766467902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538191/posts/default/7804228283766467902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com/2007/09/7th-lunar-month.html' title='the 7th lunar month'/><author><name>eeek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06334412791866510365</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://bp0.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/Rt7uAQiPwMI/AAAAAAAAAA0/OqboVMLWyko/s72-c/kampung+hut+so+cosyyyy+small.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538191.post-8415299448731233327</id><published>2007-09-01T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T00:23:00.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>angels</title><content type='html'>Why would most people rather be certain they're miserable, than risk being happy? This world is certainly lacking of happy people and now I know the reason why nights are often the hardest to bear. A quote for you guys:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;'Don't ask yourself what the world needs; ask yourself what makes you come alive. And then go and do that. Because what the world needs is people who have come alive.' -Harold Whitman&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Not forgetting to wish a Happy Teachers' Day to all the wonderful tutors who made a difference in my life. Especially to the secondary school tutor, Mr Koh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538191-8415299448731233327?l=supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com/feeds/8415299448731233327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538191&amp;postID=8415299448731233327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538191/posts/default/8415299448731233327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538191/posts/default/8415299448731233327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com/2007/09/angels.html' title='angels'/><author><name>eeek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06334412791866510365</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-7538191.post-4495104412477334944</id><published>2007-08-31T00:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T03:12:21.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>living life the way you want it</title><content type='html'>I was THE BIGGEST LOSER at the bowling battle between Harvard-me-Kor, let me show you why (look at the middle section for my scores):&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/RtbyJAiPwJI/AAAAAAAAAAc/t_i3fremWtI/s1600-h/bowling.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/RtbyJAiPwJI/AAAAAAAAAAc/t_i3fremWtI/s200/bowling.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104533464247419026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And for the last game..&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/RtbzQwiPwKI/AAAAAAAAAAk/zJhfcPQ3oOk/s1600-h/bowling+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/RtbzQwiPwKI/AAAAAAAAAAk/zJhfcPQ3oOk/s200/bowling+2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104534696903032994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;THE BIGGEST IMPROVEMENT made was by me as well! Not bad eh? (please avoid looking at scores which are above &amp; below mine)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Bro has been asking me out with his friends almost every night when I scarcely had any rest right after dinner + work. But I'm beginning to appreciate the short night getaways' now that work is becoming more stressful than ever. Andand, for those who are curious, certain criterias have to be fulfilled in order to get me out after 10pm.&lt;br&gt;1. You MUST have a car, otherwise, will only be able to go to places within walking distance from Bukit Batok train station.&lt;br&gt;2. You MUST be someone I'm able to see eye-to-eye with, not literally.&lt;br&gt;3. I MUST not be having my pms. Bahaha!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Into the 7th lunar month, the skies are definitely welcoming the imminent monsoon season with heavy thunderstorms and all. How coincidental can it be when the lunar eclipse coincides with this time of the year?! &lt;i&gt;Anecdote starts here:&lt;/i&gt; One gloomy and dark evening after a jog with little miss muffet and miss xx, we decided to proceed to a secluded toilet for a shower and abandoned our usual showering place at SP stadium (a total of 5 showering cubicles and 3 taken up by girls who beat us to them). Well, intuition told me that we shouldn't go there for a shower but xx, the crazy woman persisted. And so, we reached the secluded, but newly revamped toilet and realised that there were only 2 pathetic shower cubicles with 1 locked FROM THE INSIDE.&lt;br&gt;Needless to say, I got freaked out. But 3 girls vs 1 cubicle, it's gonna take a long time waiting for one another! So we decided to get into that particular cubicle and volunteered xx as she's the smallest of us all. So the 2 of us lent her our hands and gave her a lift up to that door. The scene was kinda hilarious - we half feared that she might fall and what she'd see when she got in there. When she finally got inside that creepy cubicle, she opened the door with a blank expression on her face. We peeked in and after realising that there weren't any shower tap, bursted out in laughters. Seriously, curiosity kills the cat.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/RtcSkQiPwLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/A4Y_pgD2zok/s1600-h/me+and+xx+at+pastamania.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/RtcSkQiPwLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/A4Y_pgD2zok/s200/me+and+xx+at+pastamania.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104569116770943154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538191-4495104412477334944?l=supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com/feeds/4495104412477334944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538191&amp;postID=4495104412477334944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538191/posts/default/4495104412477334944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538191/posts/default/4495104412477334944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com/2007/08/living-life-way-you-want-it.html' title='living life the way you want it'/><author><name>eeek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06334412791866510365</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://bp3.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/RtbyJAiPwJI/AAAAAAAAAAc/t_i3fremWtI/s72-c/bowling.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538191.post-1764131801528228003</id><published>2007-08-26T16:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T16:29:19.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the cheekies</title><content type='html'>The Quad&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/RtE1XwiPwII/AAAAAAAAAAU/fjEtLvFz7VU/s1600-h/lovess.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/RtE1XwiPwII/AAAAAAAAAAU/fjEtLvFz7VU/s200/lovess.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102918535069286530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font color=red&gt;System Check: 47q98What are they979df&lt;br&gt;Data Retrieved: 1734aCheeky humans who bring joy and laughter a.k.a Loves897ad&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I must have some amazing psycho-ing skills to get the 4 of their butts into Indochine right before the last train of the night. But I'm guessing that they succumbed to my pleas after much consideration. Maybe I should use this tactic more often. Haa. Anyways we had one helluva night! And I would really love to try the reverse bungee one day! (regardless of the risk of being thrown out of the seat, I would still die a happy person)&lt;br&gt;Oh and for those who doesn't know, there's gonna be a lunar eclipse tomorrow at 7.14pm. Take a stroll out of that stuffy house and enjoy the partial eclipse. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538191-1764131801528228003?l=supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com/feeds/1764131801528228003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538191&amp;postID=1764131801528228003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538191/posts/default/1764131801528228003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538191/posts/default/1764131801528228003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com/2007/08/cheekies.html' title='the cheekies'/><author><name>eeek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06334412791866510365</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://bp1.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/RtE1XwiPwII/AAAAAAAAAAU/fjEtLvFz7VU/s72-c/lovess.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538191.post-5308655953405277412</id><published>2007-08-26T02:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T20:32:01.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my eyes.</title><content type='html'>It's always at times like these when I can't shut out my emotions, try to smile and tell myself everything's alright. But I know I'm almost there..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I've been working so hard during the day and exercising like an animal after work. All those controversies and politics in the office are seriously driving me nuts. Humans can be really such selfish creatures sometimes. Sighs. &lt;i&gt;C'mon guys, let's just stop all the backstabbing and make the office a pleasant environment to work in. Not too difficult to achieve, aint' it?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I made a visit to mummy's distant relative, Uncle David's eyewear shop for an eye check. When asked how was she related to him, my mother said "he's my cousin mother's daughter (given away) son-in-law, but not really my cousin because I call his mother auntie..[trails away] complicated ahaha". How cute she can be sometimes. =) And one thing I love about visiting Uncle David's is the fact that he speaks hakka to us - felt so at home. Another thing which really impressed me was that he is actually the chairperson for the national association of contact lenses or something like that. Like wow. And he was the one checking my eyes for that afternoon. I felt so like a VIP. HAHAH. Anyway, in the midst of checking my eyes, he gasped and told me that my eye power dropped by about 200 degrees and it was kinda rare to find. (I was half hoping that he'll tell me I need my glasses no more)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;While checking my corneas,&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;Uncle David:&lt;/i&gt; You have pretty eyes. Many people are dying to get eyes like yours.&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me:&lt;/i&gt; WHY?!&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;Uncle David:&lt;/i&gt; Your eyes are light brown in colour if you haven't noticed. This means there is no need for you to buy coloured contacts in the future unless you want something other than brown of course.&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me:&lt;/i&gt; Oh...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I left the shop feeling kinda light-hearted. What Uncle David failed to realise was that he had just increased a little self confidence of a low self-esteemed girl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538191-5308655953405277412?l=supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com/feeds/5308655953405277412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538191&amp;postID=5308655953405277412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538191/posts/default/5308655953405277412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538191/posts/default/5308655953405277412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-eyes.html' title='my eyes.'/><author><name>eeek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06334412791866510365</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-7538191.post-2552766325751547921</id><published>2007-08-22T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T23:59:20.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'>paintball!</title><content type='html'>Paintball war anyone? xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538191-2552766325751547921?l=supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com/feeds/2552766325751547921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538191&amp;postID=2552766325751547921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538191/posts/default/2552766325751547921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538191/posts/default/2552766325751547921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com/2007/08/paintball.html' title='paintball!'/><author><name>eeek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06334412791866510365</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-7538191.post-4433405723100621794</id><published>2007-08-19T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T00:52:31.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the breakup</title><content type='html'>It's been only a few weeks and huge twists of events had taken place. I've had the worst insomnia in my life - not sleeping until 8am and having to go to work the next morning; jogging 2km after work and not being able to sleep for the night and then having to go to work again.. &lt;i&gt;It felt like my life was shortened by 10 pathetic years.&lt;/i&gt; I did all I could to keep myself pre-occupied like staying overnight at Sentosa, the mahjong session and then the pubbing. All these exhaustion didn't really take effect until 2 to 3 days later though (this proves how tough my body actually is). Wuahahaha. My life is sort of like reaching its peak now that I realise my friends are always around. Always. =D Andand absolutely love the jogs every week too! Anyone who is really in need of doing some exercising, feel free to date me out!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Work is great as well although multi-tasking is really necessary everyday. And I'm much needed, by people in the office. This really adds another meaning to my life - at least I'm worth living for. Anyways, the amount of workload and implementation of the new system is really stressing all of them out, but it's amazing how they maintain those smiles on their faces. And for this cuteness of all my colleagues in the office, I'm gonna work OT; shoulder-to-shoulder with them for the next few days. And of course, carelessness got me scalded by boiling water on my way out to meet little miss muffet. Haaaaa. Aloe vera gel saved me from the burns, I'm so so lucky. And I'll never forget this day. &lt;i&gt;My thoughts are so random, oh well. I'm alright I guess. xD&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538191-4433405723100621794?l=supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com/feeds/4433405723100621794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538191&amp;postID=4433405723100621794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538191/posts/default/4433405723100621794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538191/posts/default/4433405723100621794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com/2007/08/breakup.html' title='the breakup'/><author><name>eeek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06334412791866510365</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-7538191.post-3260113278161482225</id><published>2007-08-11T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T20:05:49.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the little prince</title><content type='html'>Only the children know what they are looking for. They waste their time over a rag doll, and it becomes very important to them; and if it's taken away from them, they cry. -the little prince&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;They're truly the lucky ones. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538191-3260113278161482225?l=supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com/feeds/3260113278161482225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538191&amp;postID=3260113278161482225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538191/posts/default/3260113278161482225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538191/posts/default/3260113278161482225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com/2007/08/little-prince.html' title='the little prince'/><author><name>eeek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06334412791866510365</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-7538191.post-1234371457397221290</id><published>2007-08-11T03:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T03:35:46.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a new beginning?</title><content type='html'>Give up on me completely, like how a real man would.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538191-1234371457397221290?l=supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com/feeds/1234371457397221290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538191&amp;postID=1234371457397221290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538191/posts/default/1234371457397221290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538191/posts/default/1234371457397221290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com/2007/08/new-beginning.html' title='a new beginning?'/><author><name>eeek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06334412791866510365</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-7538191.post-7619754617803924537</id><published>2007-05-26T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T22:28:05.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'>laboratory rats</title><content type='html'>Whee! First week of work was alright. All my colleagues are really nice and helpful. And I mean VERY. It's just that the travelling time is a little long and squeezing in the train before and after work whilst taking in more than dozens of perfumes and odours can be quite daunting sometimes. Anyhow, I'm glad that my body clock has adjusted itself to a normal timing. I no longer sleep at 7am and wake up at 5pm anymore. =)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Dear accompanied me to get my braces fixed just now and my ulcers hurt so bad. I have like 1 row of ulcers at my lower lip and it is so difficult to even smile and talk properly. Ohoh and Dear bought me a pair of havaianas!! Look!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/Rlg-1URWi7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ddadYfDlMjI/s1600-h/havaianas+small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/Rlg-1URWi7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ddadYfDlMjI/s200/havaianas+small.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068870466300971954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;Wahaha! Cute eh? I love the superman guy. Then in return, I treated him lunch at some sphagetti restaurant and bought him 2 laboratory white rats. I was quite afraid of them at first cos' they are so much bigger compared to his mice and if they decide to bite me, I bet it'll hurt more. Then the nice shopkeeper gave a really huge tank for the rats and we have to call kor kor to fetch us since there was no way we could carry it home from Farmart. Just for the rats, even my dad came to help. Ahah! Prolly because brother didn't know the way there. Anyway, I got to go again. Kor is going to Dear's house with me to play the new card game 'Saboteur'. Wheeee time for bath~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538191-7619754617803924537?l=supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com/feeds/7619754617803924537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538191&amp;postID=7619754617803924537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538191/posts/default/7619754617803924537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538191/posts/default/7619754617803924537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com/2007/05/laboratory-rats.html' title='laboratory rats'/><author><name>eeek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06334412791866510365</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://bp1.blogger.com/_TJnwD5w-caE/Rlg-1URWi7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ddadYfDlMjI/s72-c/havaianas+small.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538191.post-4386414384047785796</id><published>2007-05-23T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T01:06:58.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'>graduation ceremony in SP 2007</title><content type='html'>I am now officially a free woman. Graduated from Singapore Polytechnic yesterday! Woots! But actually I feel a lil' sad at the same time. I've gone through hardships and had lotsa fun with my friends. Every single friend that I have made a difference during my stay in the Polytechnic. And I absolutely &lt;i&gt;love&lt;/i&gt; all of them, even the queer ones. I won't ever forget you guys. Oh, and as you all know, I'm not one who will dump old friends for new ones. NO WORRIES! Anyway, there were lots of photo-taking with all the pastor-looking-like friends. It's funny how our new robe make us all look so much like pastors and naturally when we talk, we preach.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Then, to satisfy the demands of my Mommy, I went to Serangoon Broadway with my family for a portrait after the photo-taking session. And ewww, their mascara smells really bad. -please bring your own personal skincare products- Photo-taking at studios are my least favourite because the photographer would want you to adjust your sitting posture, tilt your head, put your hands correctly, comb your hair neat, smile properly, etc. It's so much of a hassle and there were lots of up-selling, but we got it done and over with. Thereafter, dad dropped me off at Marina Square for kbox session with my classmates plus a super budgeted dinner with them. As usual, the session rocks big time. Oh ya, to all my silent readers out there, it's time to start making some loud noises in my tagboard and make yourself be heard!! Stay tune for more photos tomorrow. =)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;I don't wanna know.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538191-4386414384047785796?l=supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com/feeds/4386414384047785796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538191&amp;postID=4386414384047785796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538191/posts/default/4386414384047785796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538191/posts/default/4386414384047785796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com/2007/05/graduation-ceremony-in-sp-2007.html' title='graduation ceremony in SP 2007'/><author><name>eeek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06334412791866510365</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-7538191.post-6624380507925103525</id><published>2007-05-21T01:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T00:24:43.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>data entry era</title><content type='html'>Since I'm stuck at the crossroads once again (not really surprising for a female my age), I asked myself what is it that I really wanted to do. And the one and only word which kept popping into my head was 'travel'. Maybe it is a sort of an omen? It's just like how Dear and I were arguing over which cute little animal to buy after his current mice die (I opted for a cat but he wanted rats). Then this man wearing a Mickey Mouse shirt just came out of nowhere. Maybe it was an omen too. Heh. Perhaps travelling is my destiny and I'm definitely gonna work towards it. This being my destiny, I have to have a job and save up some hard cash. ;)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Apologies for not updating you guys about my latest job status. I'll be working as a data entry person for 2 months. This job is kinda monotonous but well, it beats having nothing to do. To tell you the truth, after 4 months of slacking I almost went bonkers when practially everyone in msn asked me if I have a job or entering any universities at all. Dammit. I hate to say that NTU &lt;i&gt;might&lt;/i&gt; be rejecting my application but, oh well. I will either study in a private uni and work at the same time, or look for a local uni next year. I don't see the need to get a degree, seriously.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Okay, and for people who are really curious as to what I'm busy-ing myself with nowadays, I have quite a few updates before I go MIA again. Chalet during the last weekend with Qi and friends was quite fun. Basically, we spent like about 15 hours of our time there on this game, Risk. Haa. You have got to try this game! I schemed too much and my allies ended up turning their backs on me. =x As a result, my territories were attacked by 3 enemies. If I could survive those attacks, then the history books should be re-written. Heh. And we went to catch some ren yao and had some yummy chilli crab at 1.30am on the second night - to the courtesy of Qi's mother.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I managed to catch some sleep when I reached home that afternoon, then met up with Peiqin and Jeff for some pubbing/clubbing at about 11pm. Dragonfly is not really nice because of the old crowd. But I only like it for the fact that there are 2 complimentary drinks on ladies' night. Heh. Then we went to St James Powerhouse and got a shock of our lives. We didn't know it was &lt;font color=purple&gt;Gays' Night&lt;/font&gt;. Ahahahaha! The guys were cute but a pity, they were french kissing everywhere. And thanks to Jeff, he's nice enough to give us 2 utterly broke girls a treat. =D&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I slept at 8am on that faithful Monday, and woke up at 4pm to go to work at Conrad Hotel as an usher. The job's really slack, I love it totally. On Wednesday, I went to town with Qin to search for my pants and we bumped into Eve along the streets of Orchard. Thereafter, we went to Coffeebean and I got myself my favourite chocolate. After Eve met up with her friend, Qin and I headed to Punggol, where Qin's house was. The stayover was quite fun, but her little cousin was such a little attention seeker!! However, I have to admit that this little fella is like an angel when he sleeps. =) After Qin and I got some time to ourselves, I got her hooked on Auditionsea. WAHAHAHA. Be glad that it's not alcohol. =x Okay, it is time for some reality check. Work is at 9am to 6pm tomorrow. Bedtime soon. OHHH I almost forgot to add! These 2 days I am like head over heels in love with this Japanese drama serial titled "Concerto Love". It originates from the manga "Nodame Cantabile". This drama is about the musical journey of these 2 musicians with some relationship and all those stuff. Not to worry, this drama serial isn't draggy at all compared to those boring korean ones and it's super hilarious. &lt;font color=green&gt;*HIGHLY RECOMMENDED*&lt;/font&gt; After I watched it, I really felt like putting in more effort into my piano playing. =) Aight, time for sleep.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;Chuck all your dolls away, right now.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538191-6624380507925103525?l=supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com/feeds/6624380507925103525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538191&amp;postID=6624380507925103525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538191/posts/default/6624380507925103525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538191/posts/default/6624380507925103525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com/2007/05/data-entry-era.html' title='data entry era'/><author><name>eeek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06334412791866510365</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-7538191.post-3031131394911813614</id><published>2007-05-11T00:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T01:09:32.651+08:00</updated><title type='text'>slackers unite!</title><content type='html'>Well, I thought everything was over. A call from him made everything okay again. &lt;3 Let's see what the future has in store for us.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I've been catching up with primary school friends recently, mainly Hansel and Ye Xiong. -slackers unite- But I really hate it when they smoke, otherwise they're pretty funny people! C'MON LOOK AT THE WOMAN ON THE CIGARETTE BOX. And yes, they laugh like &lt;font color=red&gt;hyenas&lt;/font&gt;. Tsk. I really don't feel like writing the details. Ahahah. Oh and I'm seriously deprived of sleep nowadays. I tried counting sheeps but it only worked for the first 2 nights. Damn. To cut it short, I sleep when you guys out there go to school, and wake up when you all are at home after school. =) Okay, maybe I'll just let you in on a gist of what I'll be doing the next few days because I prolly will be MIA-ing again. Whoops. Sorry to disappoint you again eve.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Hee. I'll be going for a dinner tomorrow evening at Fish &amp; Co' with Dear and his family cos' it's his dad's birthday. YAY. Nice food tomorrow =DDD Then will be heading to the chalet at Changi Village with Qi and friends until Sunday. Then it's back home, and pubbing at St James Powerhouse with Jeff and Peiqin. Haa. Then next Tuesday there's gonna be a sleepover at Peiqin's house. So happening right? Haa. And guess what after that? Time to get a job and contribute a part of my income to the family. Yoshii!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;I have a backbone, and it's even straighter than yours. =)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538191-3031131394911813614?l=supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com/feeds/3031131394911813614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538191&amp;postID=3031131394911813614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538191/posts/default/3031131394911813614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538191/posts/default/3031131394911813614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com/2007/05/slackers-unite.html' title='slackers unite!'/><author><name>eeek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06334412791866510365</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-7538191.post-4421232991519919004</id><published>2007-05-10T01:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T01:08:26.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the breakup</title><content type='html'>It's hitting hard on me.&lt;br&gt;I've relied too much on him.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;It's over.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538191-4421232991519919004?l=supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com/feeds/4421232991519919004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538191&amp;postID=4421232991519919004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538191/posts/default/4421232991519919004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538191/posts/default/4421232991519919004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com/2007/05/breakup.html' title='the breakup'/><author><name>eeek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06334412791866510365</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-7538191.post-6221302403503331911</id><published>2007-04-29T04:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T04:09:09.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'>drunk</title><content type='html'>I'm drunk right now. Just got home from Hansel's house. Amazingly I can type this without any spelling mistakes. Well, if I'm drunk, it's thanks to my brother's Red Label. Well, when I reached home, he offered me a second helping after Ye Xiong's light "Jim Bean" and "Barcadi". It's nice catching up with friends whom I haven't seen for like 10 years =) I'm too tipsy to type anything else. And I have like a glass of Red Label to finish. Good luck to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538191-6221302403503331911?l=supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com/feeds/6221302403503331911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538191&amp;postID=6221302403503331911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538191/posts/default/6221302403503331911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538191/posts/default/6221302403503331911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com/2007/04/drunk.html' title='drunk'/><author><name>eeek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06334412791866510365</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-7538191.post-116973416917738655</id><published>2007-01-25T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T22:33:40.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ice-Skating</title><content type='html'>First time skating on ice today! It's a little similar to rollerblading but I like iceskating better (cos' somehow I never ever manage to learn how to blade). Haa. Anyway, I fell about 5 times or so but I held on to shifu for dear life twice, so it wasn't that bad. Falls on my own and with Bee made me incur some bruises on my knees and my butt. Ahaha! Painful! But if you never fall, you won't learn right? =) So at the end of the day, I can skate! But not very steady. Lala.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1931/469/1600/188950/me%20and%20shifu%20small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1931/469/200/239337/me%20and%20shifu%20small.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's shifu trying to act cute. Haa!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Alright, some time back I went for SP's 30th Musical Delights with Dear and his friends. During the interval, I went to look for Ms Tan since it's been a long time since I last met this conductress. Got a photo as well!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1931/469/1600/348491/mabel%20me%20ms%20tan%20small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1931/469/200/514898/mabel%20me%20ms%20tan%20small.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's Mabel, me and Ms Tan.&lt;br&gt;Really missed playing together with a band. Caren the clarinetist will be back soon! xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538191-116973416917738655?l=supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com/feeds/116973416917738655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538191&amp;postID=116973416917738655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538191/posts/default/116973416917738655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538191/posts/default/116973416917738655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com/2007/01/ice-skating.html' title='Ice-Skating'/><author><name>eeek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06334412791866510365</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-7538191.post-116963425619527076</id><published>2007-01-24T18:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T18:24:16.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The end.</title><content type='html'>Well well well, attachment had finally come to an end, friends at the zoo will be missed dearly. Exams were over yesterday which means that life at Singapore Polytechnic has come to a full stop as well. The air was full of celebrations yesterday! We wasted no time on heading to Clementi's Kbox. I simply love love love my classmates. =) Kbox-ing is always a fun affair! Then, after much discussion, we went to Bugis for steamboat. Though the food wasn't really that nice, but at least it's a healthy meal with lots of vegetables and fibre, with great people for accompany! Haa.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Back to my attachment. The supposedly last day of my attachment was great! A super nice colleague treated us (the SP interns) to lunch in a restaurant, Forest Fare. Then, another colleague treated me to Ben &amp; Jerry's ice cream. =) Uncle William, the oldest employee in the Zoo joined us and wanted to bring us for elephant ride. I thought he was kidding and refused to go initially cos' I haven't gained permission. But he actually pulled me along with another intern, Pearlene.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;When we got there, we sat on my favourite ele with my favourite mahout! Gambir &amp; Irwan. Gambir is the elephant which loves painting pretty flowers and she's the CUTEST among all! Irwan, the young mahout is my favourite ele trainer cos' he is ever so friendly and helpful! The experience was simply exhilarating. I thanked Uncle William and he almost made me cry by saying some parting words. Haa! He's the most romantic person I've ever met. ;)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Back at office, surprisingly, my supervisor told me that I could walk around the Zoo and say my goodbyes to whoever I wanted. Whee! So I went to the retail shop and was deciding which plushie I should buy when Aisyah said she could walk around the Zoo too! We then went to the tram station and found out that we missed the tram. =( So it was decided that we walk to Fragile Forest (FF) since I wanted to look for some keepers and let them know that I'm going off. At that moment, a horse carriage passed by and the friendly horseman decided to give us a lift! Hee. It saved us the trouble of walking all the way there! We haven't sat on a horse carriage and we were so happy that day. =x But I have to say that the horse is really pretty and its hoofs are really well maintained and clean! Then it started drizzling all of sudden, and the horse carriage is apparently not sheltered. The horseman dropped us at Fragile Forest where there is a tram to the restaurant and poor him, drenched in the rain together with the horse. Aisyah and I then decided not to go FF anymore since it's raining and we were determined to walk under the rain like how other tourists are with their ponchos. So we bought ponchos and walked under the rain, but the rain stopped though. Haha! An unforgettable day. Alright, pics at the bottom!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538191-116963425619527076?l=supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com/feeds/116963425619527076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538191&amp;postID=116963425619527076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538191/posts/default/116963425619527076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538191/posts/default/116963425619527076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com/2007/01/end.html' title='The end.'/><author><name>eeek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06334412791866510365</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-7538191.post-116963255724453807</id><published>2007-01-24T16:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T18:29:03.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures at the Zoo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1931/469/1600/566163/uncle%20william%20and%20i%20small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1931/469/200/840611/uncle%20william%20and%20i%20small.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's Uncle William and me! He once said to me, "Your seat isn't a good one", I couldn't agree more.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1931/469/1600/727851/irwan%20%26%20gambir%20small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1931/469/200/534333/irwan%20%26%20gambir%20small.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Irwan and Gambir! Her butt's facing me, too bad!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1931/469/1600/352438/horse%20carriage%20small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1931/469/200/762566/horse%20carriage%20small.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On the horse carriage..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1931/469/1600/64472/horse%20carriage%201%20small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1931/469/200/583109/horse%20carriage%201%20small.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Horse! I was quite afraid of it since it was so fidgety and kept kicking the floor with its hoofs. =x&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1931/469/1600/400004/interns%20and%20me%20small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1931/469/200/654668/interns%20and%20me%20small.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Interns, Pearlene, Amanda and me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538191-116963255724453807?l=supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com/feeds/116963255724453807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538191&amp;postID=116963255724453807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538191/posts/default/116963255724453807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538191/posts/default/116963255724453807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com/2007/01/pictures-at-zoo.html' title='Pictures at the Zoo!'/><author><name>eeek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06334412791866510365</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-7538191.post-116843414297388315</id><published>2007-01-10T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T21:04:18.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>little little things.</title><content type='html'>Instead of complaining how I go to work today although I'm sick and my pathetic day at work which serves no meaning to me, I thought about the little things that make me happy. And I smiled.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538191-116843414297388315?l=supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com/feeds/116843414297388315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538191&amp;postID=116843414297388315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538191/posts/default/116843414297388315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538191/posts/default/116843414297388315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com/2007/01/little-little-things.html' title='little little things.'/><author><name>eeek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06334412791866510365</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-7538191.post-116818577377720167</id><published>2007-01-07T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T00:02:53.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas Mr Lawrence</title><content type='html'>I'm not very sure whether this would work, but I'm gonna paste the code of my super favourite song in here. If you guys do catch commercials on Channel 5 nowadays, they are actually broadcasting The Day After Tomorrow movie this coming Sunday. Together with the advertisement comes a super nice piano version of Merry Christmas Mr Lawrence. Got this website from the courtesy of Suet and Dawn. Thanks. =) And enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180px" height="23px"  bgcolor="#9933FF"  id="radioblog_player_0"  FlashVars="id=0&amp;filepath=http%3A%2F%2Fset7.piano.free.fr%2Fpianozik%2Fsounds%2FRyuichi%20Sakamoto%20-%20Merry%20Christmas%20Mr.%20Lawrence%20(Piano).rbs&amp;colors=body:#9933FF;border:#FFFFFF;button:#CC99FF;player_text:#FFFFFF;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538191-116818577377720167?l=supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com/feeds/116818577377720167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538191&amp;postID=116818577377720167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538191/posts/default/116818577377720167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538191/posts/default/116818577377720167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com/2007/01/merry-christmas-mr-lawrence.html' title='Merry Christmas Mr Lawrence'/><author><name>eeek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06334412791866510365</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-7538191.post-116732109255174210</id><published>2006-12-28T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T23:51:32.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rain. it just gets non-stop</title><content type='html'>I'm very exhausted. Celebs Pierre Png, Huang Biren, Jesseca Liu and Tay Ping Hui came yesterday. Yes, I brought them around the zoo for the whole of yesterday and it was no easy feat. The crowd was one of the worst I've ever tried to control. Let's just say the crowd's uncontrollable. Kaypoh Singaporeans tried to take pics of the celebs with flashes from their $$$ digi cams and it disrupted their filming time and time again. Irritating.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;We were drenched, then dried up, and then drenched again. This happened for 3 times on that day owing to the bloody monsoon rain. But the celebs are not drenched because we fetched umbrellas for them. Haa, nice right. Anyway, it has been raining everyday now, and I'm drenched everyday even with my gay pink umbrella on top of my head. Exhaustion just crept up to me behind my back. Will be uploading pics of celebs after ITP ends. Yes, 22 days to freedom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538191-116732109255174210?l=supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com/feeds/116732109255174210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538191&amp;postID=116732109255174210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538191/posts/default/116732109255174210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538191/posts/default/116732109255174210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com/2006/12/rain-it-just-gets-non-stop.html' title='rain. it just gets non-stop'/><author><name>eeek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06334412791866510365</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-7538191.post-116576176316990757</id><published>2006-12-10T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T22:43:40.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mousey died.</title><content type='html'>It's been a long time since I've posted something in here and I don't have much of a good news to announce. My favourite mouse is dead. =( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=blue&gt;In Memory of The Cutest Mouse That Ever Lived, Spotty&lt;br&gt;October - December 2006&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1931/469/1600/560025/me%20and%20mouse%20small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1931/469/200/329554/me%20and%20mouse%20small.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;Spotty doesn't bite and loves to nibble my fingers affectionately. It's really such a pity that it lived for such a short time. I didn't get to see her for the last time as well. Devastating.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Anyway, my birthday just passed 3 days ago on 7th Dec. It wasn't a happy affair as well because I got to work on that day. But Dear had dinner with me after work at Sakae Sushi. Yay! That's about it for that day. Once again, thanks to those who gave me wonderful presents, I like them all! Bee, Meng, Mabel, Kok Seng, and especially to Qi! Thanks for dropping in to my house and even letting me play with your baby rabbits! Though it's just for a few minutes, but, I really appreciate it! Also, thanks for all the birthday wishes and Aisyah + Jeff for trying to make my day a pleasant one. Right now, I can't wait for Tuesday to come so I can see all my friends in school! Ahh yes. I've been out with these sweeties for many many Tuesdays!&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1931/469/1600/369705/lonbkpcktrip269-410%20068%20cropped%20small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1931/469/200/742055/lonbkpcktrip269-410%20068%20cropped%20small.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They are the ones! Alright. I've got to go and get enough rest for a long day of work tomorrow again. Can't wait for this to end. Urghhh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538191-116576176316990757?l=supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com/feeds/116576176316990757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538191&amp;postID=116576176316990757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538191/posts/default/116576176316990757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538191/posts/default/116576176316990757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com/2006/12/mousey-died.html' title='mousey died.'/><author><name>eeek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06334412791866510365</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-7538191.post-116343029447378384</id><published>2006-11-13T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T23:40:29.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bad day</title><content type='html'>I wanna scream, and pull all my hair out. Then, tell everyone that I'm suffering from Leukaemia and ho-ho, no more going back to attachment and yet be able to graduate with a Diploma in Tourism Management. I wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;*But I don't really want to look like a baldy. Any contributions to better ideas?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538191-116343029447378384?l=supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com/feeds/116343029447378384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538191&amp;postID=116343029447378384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538191/posts/default/116343029447378384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538191/posts/default/116343029447378384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com/2006/11/bad-day.html' title='bad day'/><author><name>eeek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06334412791866510365</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-7538191.post-116100498941673638</id><published>2006-10-16T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T21:23:09.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>prince yicheng</title><content type='html'>I promise I'll update with pics this weekend okay! Right now, I'm head over heels in love with &lt;font color=purple&gt;PRINCE YICHENG&lt;/font&gt;, if you know what I mean. Wahah! Be back real soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538191-116100498941673638?l=supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com/feeds/116100498941673638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538191&amp;postID=116100498941673638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538191/posts/default/116100498941673638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538191/posts/default/116100498941673638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com/2006/10/prince-yicheng.html' title='prince yicheng'/><author><name>eeek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06334412791866510365</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-7538191.post-116006029720603822</id><published>2006-10-05T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T23:12:39.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>working in zoo sucks</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color=red&gt;Any situations which are familiar like the one mentioned below, is purely coincidental.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I tell you. I can't believe the predicament I'm in.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;First and foremost, I really love love love love Aisyah and Jeff for the much much care and concern they've showered on me. Without them, I would've collapsed earlier than expected. They listen to all my problems, give me advices, comfort me when I'm down and joined me in cursing-the-work game. The past 1 month had been a tough and emotional ride for the 3 of us as well. Never did I expect that something worst is gonna take place at work today.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;A journalist called after my supervisor went home and I transferred this call to another guy working in the office based on the journalist's request. Minutes later, this guy came looking for me and asked whether I was the one who received the call from the journalist and transferred it to him. I told him I did transfer the call and explained to him why I did that with smileys on my face. Then, he suddenly started chiding me with sarcastic remarks and at that point in time, I was wondering why was he making a such big fuss over a transferred phone call. Well, I apologised of course because it was a mistake on my part but he stared at me as though I've just murdered someone and walked away.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I felt very humiliated because there were quite a number of people in the office and I think they all heard it. But anyway, I was expecting him to tell this to my supervisor since I assumed that he didn't accept my apology and was prepared to receive her call anytime. Few minutes later, Jeff came and told me to go for the training at Night Safari and I didn't feel really happy but couldn't tell Aisyah and Jeff cos' there were about 15 people attending the training. But they knew something bad happened. Guess it's written all over my face.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;After the training, back to the office and then 5 minutes to home, supervisor called. Whatever she told me made me feel better but worried at the same time. She sounded kinda concerned but whatever she told me, were definitely warnings. I couldn't take it anymore and broke down at the office, trying to surpress my sobs and doing work at the same time. When Aisyah and Jeff came to my table to take me home, I think they got kinda scared by what they were seeing. Haha sorry guys. And my sobs ended up like snorts and grunts  cos' I didn't want loud wailings especially in the quiet office. I hope no one else in the office saw/heard this. Oh yeah and sorry to Aisyah and Jeff again cos' I made you guys miss the earlier bus.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Lastly, I must give credits to this very strong pillar of mine that's keeping me going all the while! I love him. Like how he draws cute little stuff on my msn window to cheer me up. xD Unfortunately, blogger don't allow me to post them. Grr. Anyway, 4 more months to the end of ITP. LONG. I wish tomorrow will be a better day. -sore eyes-&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;P.S. Working in the zoo sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538191-116006029720603822?l=supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com/feeds/116006029720603822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538191&amp;postID=116006029720603822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538191/posts/default/116006029720603822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538191/posts/default/116006029720603822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com/2006/10/working-in-zoo-sucks.html' title='working in zoo sucks'/><author><name>eeek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06334412791866510365</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-7538191.post-115997331540567414</id><published>2006-10-04T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T22:51:37.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>work pressure</title><content type='html'>I'm &lt;i&gt;cracking&lt;/i&gt; under pressure. I'm gonna lose control anytime soon and at this rate, I really have no idea how much tolerance I have left in me. I feel like crying, but there are no tears. I wanna scream and make myself feel better, I wanna run away from it all, but all these just seem impossible. I really don't know what to do. There are like no more choices for me, except for tolerating for another 4 months. But one day alone seems like a year. I can feel my life dying away, shortening. I'm not those who care much about the salary/pay when I work so people please stop telling me that my pay is high considering that I'm only an intern. I do appreciate all of your kind intentions but I'm not those kinda human who care much about money. I don't mind living a poor but happy life. I want to be happy. I feel so miserable everyday, now. I feel &lt;i&gt;broken&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Lights will guide me? Bullshit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538191-115997331540567414?l=supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com/feeds/115997331540567414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538191&amp;postID=115997331540567414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538191/posts/default/115997331540567414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538191/posts/default/115997331540567414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com/2006/10/work-pressure.html' title='work pressure'/><author><name>eeek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06334412791866510365</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-7538191.post-115978148888802230</id><published>2006-10-02T17:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T17:31:28.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bored to tears!</title><content type='html'>I'm dying of boredom, help!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538191-115978148888802230?l=supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com/feeds/115978148888802230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538191&amp;postID=115978148888802230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538191/posts/default/115978148888802230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538191/posts/default/115978148888802230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com/2006/10/bored-to-tears.html' title='bored to tears!'/><author><name>eeek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06334412791866510365</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-7538191.post-115950221098213566</id><published>2006-09-29T11:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T11:56:51.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>friday reds~</title><content type='html'>No idea why people always say, "I'm having Monday Blues". Right now, I'm having Friday Reds okay. Don't mess with me! Anyway, I'm in my office now and am quite bored plus super duper hungry. There's gonna be a buggy test at 2pm to 3pm, I really hope I can PASS. Hi to bored and hungry Zoo mates who are reading my blog now! xD yada yada.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Last Saturday after lots of pleas to lovely friends, we went to Indochine to drink. Yay! Now I finally understand why depressed people drink to drown their sorrows cos' that's exactly how I was feeling. Right then, I ordered Stella Artois, Dear had Carlsberg and the rest of them ordered some cocktails. The ambience and atmosphere there is misty, dark, and there are terracottas everywhere. I love it. Pictures will be up soon okay!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Last Monday was my &lt;font color=blue&gt;2nd Year Anniversary&lt;/font&gt; together with Dear! But we didn't go out because of work. So we got out on Tuesday instead and slacked at Starbucks for the afternoon. My favourite, cheesecake!! Then watched a movie and that's it. Simple and nice. Oh yeah and Tuesday was my first day in school. Friends and I were SOOOO excited seeing each other again! It's great! The lecturers and tutors in SP are so nice. They kinda make me hope that I can study forever instead of stepping into the working world.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=green&gt;P.S. This entry is typed in a hurry.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538191-115950221098213566?l=supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com/feeds/115950221098213566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538191&amp;postID=115950221098213566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538191/posts/default/115950221098213566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538191/posts/default/115950221098213566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com/2006/09/friday-reds.html' title='friday reds~'/><author><name>eeek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06334412791866510365</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-7538191.post-115884496955366831</id><published>2006-09-21T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T21:30:04.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mad</title><content type='html'>Friends ask me why do I particularly like to post special events or experiences that happen everyday instead of sharing things like my thoughts or expressing my feelings and acknowledging them. Well, if I'm gonna acknowledge what and how I feel, my posts in this blog will be a depressing one almost everyday. With a &lt;font color=blue&gt;stressful&lt;/font&gt; job, naggy parents, boyfriend who feels he is neglected but not, and no friends to turn to, I really don't see what other stuff can take my mind off things to stop me from becoming cynical except for this, blog. At some point in time, I do feel like screaming and shouting my lungs out so that I will feel better. But my parents will probably think that I'm mad and send me off to IMH before I can count to three. Anyway, I don't feel perky enough today to update anymore, but I prolly won't have any time left so a few pictures of my favourite places in London will satisfy you guys I hope. =)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1931/469/1600/me%20and%20phantom%20of%20the%20opera.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1931/469/200/me%20and%20phantom%20of%20the%20opera.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;The best musical ever - Phantom of the Opera. It's a MUST-WATCH in London.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1931/469/1600/symmetrical%20trees%20small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1931/469/200/symmetrical%20trees%20small.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;Hampton Court Palace's garden. Cool weather, lovely trees and flowers, nice people, what more could one ask for?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1931/469/1600/hampton%20palace%27s%20flowers%20small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1931/469/200/hampton%20palace%27s%20flowers%20small.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;Love love love the flowers in the garden.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1931/469/1600/me%20with%20beautiful%20trees%20and%20flowers%20small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1931/469/200/me%20with%20beautiful%20trees%20and%20flowers%20small.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;I really wish I could sit there for the whole day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538191-115884496955366831?l=supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com/feeds/115884496955366831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538191&amp;postID=115884496955366831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538191/posts/default/115884496955366831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538191/posts/default/115884496955366831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com/2006/09/mad.html' title='mad'/><author><name>eeek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06334412791866510365</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-7538191.post-115867286301261378</id><published>2006-09-19T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T21:34:23.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Regrets.</title><content type='html'>I didn't go for work today cos' I've been surviving on Strepsils for the past few days and almost sneezed my nose out last night. Yeah and I love being at home! Oh and I'm listening to Boston by Augustana right now. It's gonna be my all-time favourite! If you want the song just drop a line in my tagboard and I'll send it to you if I see you online! Alright, and for those who wanna see Huang Biren or Jeff Wang, just drop by the Zoo this Saturday. =)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1931/469/1600/london%20eye%20and%20capsules%20from%20the%20bottom%20small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1931/469/200/london%20eye%20and%20capsules%20from%20the%20bottom%20small.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;Presenting to you, the World's largest ferris wheel - The London Eye. Magnificent eh?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1931/469/1600/big%20ben%20small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1931/469/200/big%20ben%20small.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;This is Big Ben! (the tower with the clock) For Shaman King lovers and Mr Bean fans, you'll find this place really familiar.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1931/469/1600/me%20and%20bee%20at%20westminster%20abbey%20small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1931/469/200/me%20and%20bee%20at%20westminster%20abbey%20small.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;A picture of me and Bee at the exit of Westminster Abbey, a place with tombs of famous Kings and Queens. Lots of them.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1931/469/1600/scary%20busker%20and%20i%20small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1931/469/200/scary%20busker%20and%20i%20small.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;There are buskers everywhere in London and this is only one of them in Covent Garden. I find her really cool cos' she was standing really still and I wanted to take a picture together with her very much. But but, I was very afraid that she'll do something to me if I stood a little closer to her, hence the big gap between me and her. Haha! Just as I was about to give a little money, she gave me quite a scare with her flower and sent me screaming. Londoners around me were all giggling. Grrrrr. How embarrassing.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Anyway, it's time for me to take my medicine and go to sleep. For those who are sick, please take care of yourself and classmates, I will be waiting for our crazy K-boxing session again. Can't wait for school to start!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538191-115867286301261378?l=supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com/feeds/115867286301261378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538191&amp;postID=115867286301261378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538191/posts/default/115867286301261378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538191/posts/default/115867286301261378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com/2006/09/regrets.html' title='Regrets.'/><author><name>eeek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06334412791866510365</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-7538191.post-115858660435496524</id><published>2006-09-18T20:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T12:18:08.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mediacorp artistes; more of london</title><content type='html'>HOW can I let this opportunity slip through my fingers when I've been following Huang Biren and Jeff Wang for the whole day in the Zoo without taking any picture together with them!! 'Arrrrrrrrrrrr! So upset! Anyway, they were in the Zoo at about 3.30pm today doing a filming for their new programme which will be screened next month, A* something something something. Haa I'm not very sure what that programme is but you guys can check it out on Channel 8. Jeff Wang is quite friendly and so is Huang Biren but she looks quite tired prolly due to the hot weather and the mosquitoes.&lt;br&gt;Alrighty, back to London yippee! It's impossible to tell you guys what we've done for 9 days cos' it's simply too much! So I'm gonna highlight some of the popular landmarks and places that we have visited and interesting things that happened to us (probably can't finish in this entry cos' I'm only allowed to post 3 photos a day).&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a ref="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1931/469/1600/camden%20market%27s%20decor%20smalll.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1931/469/200/camden%20market%27s%20decor%20smalll.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;This is the famous Camden Market in London. It is the biggest market and look at the pop-out structures on the short little buildings! There were so many people around and we couldn't find a place to sit down and enjoy our lunch. So, we ate as we walked and our feet suffered miserably. After Camden Market, we hurried to Tower Hill to catch the Jack the Ripper Tour. It was abit of a disappointment because I expected it to be kinda scary but it was actually only a tour to places where Jack the Ripper murdered his victims brutally and ripped their internal organs out as he does so. The alleyways were really creepy though. I could've post a picture here but my camera failed me at that point in time. Oh well.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1931/469/1600/why%20is%20it%20raining%20small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1931/469/200/why%20is%20it%20raining%20small.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;There. We were heading to Westminster Abbey when it started pouring without any warning. Such luck! So all of us hid under this small pathetic little shelter with our dejected faces. 5 minutes later, the rain stopped. We gleefully continued our journey to Westminster Abbey when it started pouring (all of sudden) again and we had to take cover. The weather is really unpredictable in London.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It will take me a few more entries to finish off London! Blogger's fault!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538191-115858660435496524?l=supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com/feeds/115858660435496524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538191&amp;postID=115858660435496524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538191/posts/default/115858660435496524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538191/posts/default/115858660435496524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com/2006/09/mediacorp-artistes-more-of-london.html' title='mediacorp artistes; more of london'/><author><name>eeek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06334412791866510365</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-7538191.post-115832639350320542</id><published>2006-09-15T19:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T21:27:15.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st day in London</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1931/469/1600/the%20tube%20small.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1931/469/200/the%20tube%20small.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;This is the first train we took when we were in London. It operates like the MRT in Singapore but it's called the tube and the only difference is the tube's really &lt;font color=blue&gt;stuffy&lt;/font&gt;, hot, jerky, and during peak periods, you will be sandwiched between people to the extent that even if the train jerks really badly, there will be no room for you to fall.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1931/469/1600/the%20story%20of%20the%203%20big%20black%20dogs%20small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1931/469/200/the%20story%20of%20the%203%20big%20black%20dogs%20small.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;A situation arose in the tube though. We were all quite surprised when humans and pets can travel in the same train, at the same time! So the excited me took my handphone swiftly and snapped a picture of these 3 HUGE black dogs. Aloysius (the guy at the back of the picture in white) did the same as well. BUT, he took his digi cam instead of using his handphone camera. The owner (the 'headless' man in brown jacket) of the dogs saw what he was doing, approached Aloysius and from our view, looked as if he was about to beat Aloysius up. It was a really tensed moment and I thought Chih Wee would go to Aloysius' rescue, but he didn't. Then I wondered, 'I took a direct shot of his dogs right in front of his FACE. How come he didn't scold me?' Hmmm. It is now that I realise he's probably a country bummer.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1931/469/1600/long%20way%20to%20our%20youth%20hostel%20small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1931/469/200/long%20way%20to%20our%20youth%20hostel%20small.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;This is the route that we take when we're gonna head back to our hostel. It's a really long walk and trust me, you won't want to spend about 15 minutes walking back to your hostel when you didn't have any rest at all after a long day's walk.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Work in Zoo was alright for me today. First time in 2 weeks. That's because I went to walk around the Zoo and I didn't know that it can be so fun walking alone, observing certain animals that I particularly like without worrying about time. At about 10.30am, I rushed to the Amphitheatre from my favourite Reptile Garden to catch Carlos the Sealion. I fell in love with him! He's the most obedient sealion ever! Anyway, I went back to the office eventually cos' it started raining cats and dogs. Supervisor was packing up and getting ready to go home when I reached the office. So I had the whole afternoon to myself. I occupied myself by emailing Aisyah, researching about my favourite animals, wondering whether the 'stay in office, do not go out and do not be alarmed' practice is really due to an escaped animal or just a drill, and listening to a ghost story from Foong and got spooked by this umbrella in the office. That's my day.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;P.S: &lt;font color=purple&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO PATRICIA!&lt;3&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538191-115832639350320542?l=supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com/feeds/115832639350320542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538191&amp;postID=115832639350320542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538191/posts/default/115832639350320542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538191/posts/default/115832639350320542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com/2006/09/1st-day-in-london.html' title='1st day in London'/><author><name>eeek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06334412791866510365</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-7538191.post-115824127076902485</id><published>2006-09-14T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T22:22:11.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a little more about london</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1931/469/1600/happy%20me%20with%20dinner%20small%20without%20linesssssss.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1931/469/200/happy%20me%20with%20dinner%20small%20without%20linesssssss.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt; Continuing with my previous post, I was really happy when I get to have my dinner at 10pm in the plane. Yay! But I couldn't sleep for the whole night cos' the seats were just too small and cramped!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1931/469/1600/dubai%27s%20pretty%20settlement%20at%20night%20smalll.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1931/469/200/dubai%27s%20pretty%20settlement%20at%20night%20smalll.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;Okay check this out. I really have to apologise for the small picture but if you wanna see a bigger version, just click on the picture. It's actually Dubai's city lights and one of my favourites because when viewed from the plane, it's like the prettiest lights you'll ever get to see at night. &lt;font color=green&gt;Absolutely awesome&lt;/font&gt;.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1931/469/1600/dubai%20airport%20smalll.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1931/469/200/dubai%20airport%20smalll.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;Yeah, this is Dubai's airport. Weird golden tree-like lights huh! We had a short stopover at Dubai for about 1 hour and then..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1931/469/1600/london%27s%20settlement%203%20smalll.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1931/469/200/london%27s%20settlement%203%20smalll.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;Tada! London! Those brown structures are actually rows of houses. Isn't that cool?! Anyway, the moment we got out of the airplane, it was like &lt;i&gt;whoosh&lt;/i&gt;. Strong but cool wind! The temperature there is lower than air-con's. I was kinda worried back there that I didn't have enough warm clothes with me. But after a few days, I don't even need to rely on my jacket or windbreaker to keep myself warm. A long-sleeved shirt will do the trick.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Gonna continue about London next time cos' I can't post any pictures anymore. My Secondary School band conductor, &lt;font color=hotpink&gt;Ms Doreen Tan&lt;/font&gt; is leaving today and because of work, I couldn't find time to go back and see her one last time. =( I really hate scolding people but I had to when the band used to be so ill-disciplined. When I did scold them, Ms Tan will hug me in front of the band because she knows that I hate doing that and tears will follow soon after (of course not in front of the band but in the toilet). She's petite, active, philosophical, super optimistic, has a never-give-up attitude and lots more. Aye. We've gone through so much together and I will remember and respect her as the great SSO(Singapore Symphony Orchestra) librarian/frenchorn player/teacher. =)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Work didn't really go well today like always. Drove the buggy again but I missed the parking spot at the Australian Outback and was being reprimanded. Well, what can I say? I'm new to driving, and I really did my best to search for the yellow box while driving. It's not like I missed that parking spot on PURPOSE! Hai. I can hardly wait for school to start soon! My results are not really good btw. Don't wish to harp on it and hope all of you are well!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538191-115824127076902485?l=supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com/feeds/115824127076902485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538191&amp;postID=115824127076902485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538191/posts/default/115824127076902485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538191/posts/default/115824127076902485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com/2006/09/little-more-about-london.html' title='a little more about london'/><author><name>eeek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06334412791866510365</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-7538191.post-115798660756298195</id><published>2006-09-11T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T23:42:08.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A little of London</title><content type='html'>Due to time constraints, I can only update stuff about London bit-by-bit so please be patient with me! =) I miss London totally.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1931/469/1600/all%20of%20us%20in%20changi%20airport%202%20small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1931/469/200/all%20of%20us%20in%20changi%20airport%202%20small.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;A picture of the 18 of us including Chih Wee before we step into the transit area, before Patricia got emo, before I felt like I'm free.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1931/469/1600/dawn%20and%20i%20in%20plane%20to%20brunei%20small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1931/469/200/dawn%20and%20i%20in%20plane%20to%20brunei%20small.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;Dawn and I in the plane heading to Brunei for transit. She's my eating partner, toilet partner, chatting partner, sleeping partner (oops!) for 24 hours.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1931/469/1600/airplane%20in%20singapore%27s%20land%20small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1931/469/200/airplane%20in%20singapore%27s%20land%20small.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pretty sky right? I got so bored in the plane I was snapping away with my digi-cam. Consequence: My rechargeable battery died within 2 days and I had no charger with me then. So kids, do not try it at home.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1931/469/1600/brunei%27s%20airport%20stairs%3B%20boring%20smalll.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1931/469/200/brunei%27s%20airport%20stairs%3B%20boring%20smalll.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;So after 3 hours, we finally stepped into Brunei's Airport full of anticipation as to what we can actually do there since we'll be in transit for 5 hours. As big as the airport may seem, it consists of only &lt;i&gt;two&lt;/i&gt; interesting shops selling chocolates and souvenirs. The remaining two to three shops ain't worth mentioning. =) So in this airport, we waited for 5 hours and in the midst of boredom, we get to know everyone a little better. Alas, there was an awful announcement when we (hungry "ghosts") were in the holding area, about to board the plane to Dubai at 8pm. We were told that our plane was gonna be delayed for about another hour plusplusplus. Bee, Pat and I were really hungry so we trudged out of the holding area discontentedly to the small little cafe and got some food to fill our stomachs while Dawn and Margaret remained where they were. Food at the cafe was "scarce" and there was a really long queue. Luckily, we were able to grab some cakes (blueberry cheesecake for me!) and doughnuts for &lt;b&gt;free&lt;/b&gt; before the cafe ran out of food. Then then, at about 9.30pm we finally boarded the plane! And I have to stop here because Blogger don't allow me to post photos anymore. WHY? &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Haa. Btw, I had piano lesson after work just now and I tell you, music really de-stresses me from a day's work. I love music and I love teacher. Next entry will be more about London! Till then.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;P.S: My demanding supervisor gave me a grade C for conduct and D for performance. Grr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538191-115798660756298195?l=supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com/feeds/115798660756298195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538191&amp;postID=115798660756298195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538191/posts/default/115798660756298195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538191/posts/default/115798660756298195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com/2006/09/little-of-london.html' title='A little of London'/><author><name>eeek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06334412791866510365</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-7538191.post-115763813403980012</id><published>2006-09-07T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T22:08:54.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>buggy</title><content type='html'>Zoo. I sat in buggy. I &lt;i&gt;drove&lt;/i&gt; buggy. I parked buggy. I reversed buggy. I scared supervisor. I almost made buggy dive downhill. Screwed up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538191-115763813403980012?l=supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com/feeds/115763813403980012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538191&amp;postID=115763813403980012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538191/posts/default/115763813403980012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538191/posts/default/115763813403980012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com/2006/09/buggy.html' title='buggy'/><author><name>eeek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06334412791866510365</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-7538191.post-115747571853984211</id><published>2006-09-05T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T22:01:36.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day in ZOO</title><content type='html'>I'm back in Singapore! Currently suffering from "culture shock" cos' the weather here is SO humid and moist! I &lt;i&gt;absolutely&lt;/i&gt; hate it. I miss &lt;b&gt;London&lt;/b&gt; and friends! Anyway, I'll not be updating about the millions and billions of stuff that happened in London until this weekend when I've got a short break from my attachment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1931/469/1600/all%20of%20us%20at%20big%20ben%20small.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1931/469/200/all%20of%20us%20at%20big%20ben%20small.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;This is a picture of ALL of us who went to London excluding Chih Wee cos' he's the photographer. Look at all the smiley faces!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1931/469/1600/hwee%20kheng%20and%20iman%20small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1931/469/200/hwee%20kheng%20and%20iman%20small.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's my first day of work in Zoo and I went for "Breakfast With The Wild" together with STB executives who came to Zoo for a site inspection. Lucky lucky me! Eat buffet FOC. =)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1931/469/1600/lemurs%20madagascar%20monkeys%20small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1931/469/200/lemurs%20madagascar%20monkeys%20small.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The 2 lemurs - widely known as the Madagascar monkeys.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1931/469/1600/ele%20kanbing%20small.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1931/469/200/ele%20kanbing%20small.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is like the cutest little elephant in Zoo. Really cute!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1931/469/1600/zebra%20weird.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1931/469/200/zebra%20weird.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538191-115747571853984211?l=supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com/feeds/115747571853984211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538191&amp;postID=115747571853984211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538191/posts/default/115747571853984211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538191/posts/default/115747571853984211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com/2006/09/first-day-in-zoo.html' title='First Day in ZOO'/><author><name>eeek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06334412791866510365</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-7538191.post-115648237214311021</id><published>2006-08-25T12:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T13:11:10.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bags t-shirts airplane</title><content type='html'>This is it. The end of exams. I'm really looking forward to it but then again, I have a driving test at 4.30pm. I've failed Advanced Theory once, and I don't wanna fail again! Anyway, I'm gonna fly to London tomorrow morning at 1130hrs, transit in Brunei(T.T), stopover at Dubai(DUH!), and finally Heathrow Airport at about 2000hrs(SIN). I'm kinda excited but also feeling abit sian 1/2 prolly due to post-exams "depression". Haa. Before I start studying for driving and pack my stuff, you guys keep the tags and comments coming in okay! If I get to use the hostel's computer, the first thing I'll do is to update my BLOG. So..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=purple&gt;Stay Tuned.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;P.S: Don't miss me!&lt;br&gt;And HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO PEIQIN IN ADVANCE!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538191-115648237214311021?l=supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com/feeds/115648237214311021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538191&amp;postID=115648237214311021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538191/posts/default/115648237214311021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538191/posts/default/115648237214311021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com/2006/08/bags-t-shirts-airplane.html' title='Bags t-shirts airplane'/><author><name>eeek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06334412791866510365</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-7538191.post-115615314156724868</id><published>2006-08-21T16:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T20:17:34.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>black woman</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color=red&gt;WARNING: The below content does not contain any ethical considerations and the author is only typing from the tip of her tiny pea brain so please leave if you are easily offended. You have been warned.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was waiting for Dad outside Mount Elizabeth Hospital taking in putrid smoke from cigarettes after tightening my braces which is apparently more and more agonizing every visit due to my overcrowded lower teeth and problematic jaw &amp; gums (If you can say this sentence in one breath, you are longwinded!), I saw this Saudi woman completely covered in black cloth from the top of her head to the bottom of her foot. The only part of her body that I can see are her eyes. I have seen countless women who are dressed in this way while working in Changi Airport but I really wonder who could actually be so ridiculous as to come up with such a rule: Islamic women should lower their gaze and guard their modesty; they should not display their zeenah (charms, or beauty and ornaments) and that they should draw their veils over their bosoms and not display their zeenah except to their husbands, their fathers and that they should not strike their feet so as to draw attention to their hidden zeenah.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I was quite shocked to find out that this rule originated from Qu`ran and he actually meant dressing modestly but the Muslims change it in such a way that dressing modestly = not showing any of your skin in order not to attract lustful gazes from men. And so, the women can only show their eyes to men when they are in the public. But imagine if you're completely covered with cloth in Singapore, wouldn't it be attracting more attention? Maybe this is one of their religious principles and I'm glad I don't belong to any religious groups cos' I might turn their rules and practices upside down. Oops.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538191-115615314156724868?l=supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com/feeds/115615314156724868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538191&amp;postID=115615314156724868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538191/posts/default/115615314156724868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538191/posts/default/115615314156724868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com/2006/08/black-woman.html' title='black woman'/><author><name>eeek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06334412791866510365</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-7538191.post-115613993539418723</id><published>2006-08-21T13:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T14:02:53.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fashion clashes?</title><content type='html'>Hi-ho people!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;My Global Business Environment paper is over! It was a relatively easy paper compared to all the other papers that I've sat for so far. And now there's a really pressing problem.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Due to the !@#$%^&amp;*( exam schedule, I don't really have much time to shop for stuff that I have to get for the London trip (5 days left). Right now, I need a windbreaker really badly! I combed Orchard last Friday with boyfriend and we went to shops like Roxy, Quicksilver, Nike, Adidas, Sports Shops, OG, etc. But there were no suitable windbreakers for me. Their windbreakers are simply too BIG or incorporated with boyish colours. As I've anticipated this problem, I made a trip to Jurong East's Wintertime shop but found no suitable windbreakers for me except.. the one that Patricia bought. I told myself that I couldn't buy it! &lt;font color=blue&gt;FASHION CLASH!&lt;/font&gt; But on the other hand, not many retail outlets in Singapore sell windbreakers of the correct fit for girls(petite size) and it will be kinda difficult to find one especially for me. I know that Patricia won't really like it if I buy the same windbreaker as her and I don't really like buying the same stuff as others as well. But &lt;u&gt;IF&lt;/u&gt; I still can't find any suitable windbreaker for myself within these 3 days, I have to jolly well freeze in London.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So.. how?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538191-115613993539418723?l=supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com/feeds/115613993539418723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538191&amp;postID=115613993539418723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538191/posts/default/115613993539418723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538191/posts/default/115613993539418723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com/2006/08/fashion-clashes.html' title='fashion clashes?'/><author><name>eeek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06334412791866510365</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-7538191.post-115579241914319685</id><published>2006-08-17T13:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T14:31:11.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you are appreciated.</title><content type='html'>Hey peeps, thank you for all your tags and comments! Love reading comments left by you guys and I really appreciate it. =)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It can be pretty exhausting having 3 exam papers consecutively for 3 days. Well, initially I thought getting them done and over with is fine. But I'm so deprived of sleep now I can't blog properly. And I couldn't concentrate during exams as well, practically yawning throughout 2hr papers. I prefer papers on alternate days now. Nevertheless, we have 5 papers in total, so there's 3 more to go. Fyi, services marketing paper today was not worth studying. It's a &lt;font color=green&gt;TOTAL&lt;/font&gt; waste of time. I should've used the time to catch up on sleep, arghh I've incurred opportunity cost.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538191-115579241914319685?l=supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com/feeds/115579241914319685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538191&amp;postID=115579241914319685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538191/posts/default/115579241914319685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538191/posts/default/115579241914319685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com/2006/08/you-are-appreciated.html' title='you are appreciated.'/><author><name>eeek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06334412791866510365</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-7538191.post-115522076626475822</id><published>2006-08-10T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T01:08:30.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Correct Info.</title><content type='html'>Okay sorry peeps, the previous information provided was WRONG. It seems like the police in London thwarted a mass murder by uncovering terrorist plots to blow up over 20 airplanes. Threat level is &lt;font color=red&gt;Red&lt;/font&gt; right now and they added a few new rules in their airports which I'm not very happy about.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=red&gt;1.&lt;/font&gt; Ban on carry-on luggage, including purses too big to fit in a passenger's pocket. (I can't bring my pouch into the plane)&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=red&gt;2.&lt;/font&gt; Passengers are allowed to take personal items such as their passport, eyeglasses and cash - so long as they are in see-through plastic bags. (I need a translucent bag to substitute my black, opaque money pouch)&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=red&gt;3.&lt;/font&gt; Electronic key chains are not allowed as carry-ons, and all electric or battery-powered items, including laptops, cellphones, ipods, must be in checked, not carry-on, baggage. (Few years ago I was only told to switch off handphone/camera when the plane is taking off plus plus, can't take pictures when we're in transit anymore)&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=red&gt;4.&lt;/font&gt; Any liquids, including beverages, hair gels, and lotions are prohibited from being carried on the airplane. (No more water bottle &amp; cooling mist for my face!)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Yes, I understand that all these new rules are implemented for a tighter security control and I shouldn't be bitching about it, but these rules still suck anyway cos' my bagpack now proves to be too small to contain these extra items. &lt;i&gt;I must find a way to squeeze them all in.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538191-115522076626475822?l=supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com/feeds/115522076626475822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538191&amp;postID=115522076626475822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538191/posts/default/115522076626475822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538191/posts/default/115522076626475822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com/2006/08/correct-info.html' title='Correct Info.'/><author><name>eeek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06334412791866510365</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-7538191.post-115521437883208404</id><published>2006-08-10T20:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T20:52:58.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>london terrorist attacks</title><content type='html'>I hope our London trip will not be cancelled. A flight from London to U.S was under terrorists' attack yesterday I think. 68 people died or something. You guys can check it out and tell me. We're kinda out of luck. Our school planned a London trip last year and it was cancelled because of bombings as well. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538191-115521437883208404?l=supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com/feeds/115521437883208404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538191&amp;postID=115521437883208404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538191/posts/default/115521437883208404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538191/posts/default/115521437883208404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.blogspot.com/2006/08/london-terrorist-attacks.html' title='london terrorist attacks'/><author><name>eeek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06334412791866510365</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>
