<?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-17568695</id><updated>2011-04-22T03:17:51.552+08:00</updated><category term='Randoms'/><title type='text'>PurplepEg</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplepeg.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17568695/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplepeg.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17568695/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>pEg</name><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>750</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17568695.post-1761556958401810903</id><published>2009-04-16T02:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T03:12:46.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know how people always tell you how great parents can be and that no matter how you hurt them, they will always be the ones who'll be there for you. I was thinking that ain't children like that as well? Let's fast forward the time a little. When our parents become dependent, aren't we gonna take care of them, regardless of how much they haven't been in your life and how much they've hurt you? Bt least for now thats what i think. Why does life have to be ironic all the time? The one who didn't want you in the first place ends up being the one there for you all your life. Perhaps I'd rather not to have there messengers between us. Then I'd know if you genuinely care. Cos if you do, you will make the effort to ask me how I'm doing on your own. It beats hearing "he asked about you. And i asked him why can't he call you and ask you himself." why do you feel more and more like stranger to me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17568695-1761556958401810903?l=purplepeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17568695/posts/default/1761556958401810903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17568695/posts/default/1761556958401810903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplepeg.blogspot.com/2009/04/you-know-how-people-always-tell-you-how.html' title=''/><author><name>pEg</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17568695.post-5791175191841468097</id><published>2008-07-09T16:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T16:50:20.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shifted</title><content type='html'>I have shifted to &lt;a href="http://purplepeg.wordpress.com/"&gt;wordpress&lt;/a&gt;. Ditching blogger for good. Say hi over there :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17568695-5791175191841468097?l=purplepeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17568695/posts/default/5791175191841468097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17568695/posts/default/5791175191841468097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplepeg.blogspot.com/2008/07/bummerest-bum.html' title='Shifted'/><author><name>pEg</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17568695.post-2413359712272757943</id><published>2008-06-20T12:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T13:28:00.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Domesticated</title><content type='html'>I got dragged, pretty much literally, out of bed by CS at 10am to have breakfast with him and Timo. Mr Josh Goh Chang Sheng, you watch it. I will take a revenge sometime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what happens when you have a friend staying a block away. When he couldn't get you up over the phone, he comes and press the doorbell and have me greet him in my pj with some vulgarities. 6 hours of sleep and waking up at 10 is definitely not my idea of a school holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I ended up at 163 with CS and Timo over Koka noodles and random shopping at BPP where I picked up a white Naf Naf winter jacket from Song Brothers at 20 dollars. Original price on the price tag: 59.90 Euros. I swear the orginal price was one of the motivating factor to get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came back and washed the heavy jacket, plus some other winter wear Ah Ma got for me from China some time back, cos the sun was good. Hand washed them cos I didn't want the white to turn pink from a fake red Adidas jacket. Freaking tiring, cos the jackets were sooo heavy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super housewifey, I cannot take it. Plus the 4 dish 1 soup dinner I whipped up last evening for Padro and Chan, and supermarket shopping, washing up etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I secretly hope the NTUC at BPP will not refill their Philadelphia cheese by today and I will forget to drop by the Cold Storage at Railway Mall so that I wouldn't have to start roaming in the kitchen to bake the cheesecake. HAHA. Freaking lazy, I know. How can anyone be so lazy while slacking her holidays away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept at 4 this morning not for Tila Tequila (unlike the past 2 nights), but to finish up Marley &amp;amp; Me. I was sobbing like a cow during the last few chapters, which surprised myself cos I am not that much of a dog lover (but enough to pick up a novel on dogs) and its so weird to cry reading a book as opposed to watching a movie. My ideal family in future is exactly what the author has. Kids and dogs in a cosy little house. It made me excited about having a family like his, yet fearful about the kind of pain he went through to see Marley retire and go after having him around for 13 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh... So emotional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta get my ass moving to wash up and head to Sim Lim to get that damned desktop fixed, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17568695-2413359712272757943?l=purplepeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17568695/posts/default/2413359712272757943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17568695/posts/default/2413359712272757943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplepeg.blogspot.com/2008/06/domesticated.html' title='Domesticated'/><author><name>pEg</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17568695.post-5569220316194475256</id><published>2008-06-17T04:31:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:58:29.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer, 22, Love, etc.</title><content type='html'>Its 4.30am on a Tuesday morning and here I am attempting to update whoever's reading about my awesome summer holidays thus far. I won myself another week of bumming after getting myself busy going out through the delay of the student's arrival at Amsen. Awesome lah! Last week was heavily occupied with going out, meeting friends, eating, and rushing to do everything I want to do thinking that I have to "work" (kinda) this week. Then I have this week to rest and relax and take things slow. Nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So where should I start?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer holidays and the last of proper school for the rest of the year started on 6 June 12 noon after a disastrous AMA paper (which turned out not too bad in the end. pat on the back for punctuality and class part). Met Dicky for lunch and some liberation shopping. I swear I haven't been shopping in town for a long time prior to that. Went home, sleep, met Chan for dinner, supposedly go Walas for EIC but couldn't get in. Damn suay. Then lost money in Poker. It was quite a bad day overall. Not a very nice way to start the holidays actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went shopping a lot over the weekends with Chan, for my present. Heh. Town was crazily packed. Watched sex and the city with Serene on Saturday. Awesome show, we loved it. Started thinking of our year end times square countdown and makes me wanna go to New York RIGHT NOW! But well, the ladies in the movie strut down New York city in their 500 bucks labeled killer heels while I guess I will only be strutting down the same streets in my 30 dollars Charles and Keith which gives me awful blisters. I think all girls should catch SATC with their girlfriends. The friendship was superb. Leave the boyfriend at home please. Headed to Ian's place for some pizza, chit chat and laughter till the wee hours. And oh! Serene the sweeters bought me M&amp;amp;M mints cos she thought of me when she saw them. /rain to the max&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/SFbRAOJ9H_I/AAAAAAAACbU/3ICwN_iWnOs/s1600-h/CIMG6892.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/SFbRAOJ9H_I/AAAAAAAACbU/3ICwN_iWnOs/s320/CIMG6892.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212583420457983986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;thats us waiting for Jason at the bus stop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I can't remember what happened on Sunday so nvm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went shopping again with Chan on Monday to continue shopping for my present. Love the peace in town on Monday man. Met Yin for dinner for my birthday treat! :) As usual, love the chit chatting sessions with her. Thanks for dinner, dar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/SFbSWX7gIhI/AAAAAAAACbc/CWGoJw7rFOw/s1600-h/CIMG6897.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/SFbSWX7gIhI/AAAAAAAACbc/CWGoJw7rFOw/s320/CIMG6897.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212584900550468114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Penny for K lunch on Tuesday. Has been a loong time since I hang out with her, and also go KTV. Another birthday treat. :) Thanks Penny! Can't wait for Fang and Wen to be back and hang out again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/SFbTXK605FI/AAAAAAAACbk/a5_EF2MESi4/s1600-h/CIMG6901.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/SFbTXK605FI/AAAAAAAACbk/a5_EF2MESi4/s320/CIMG6901.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212586013749470290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to reformat my IBM, went to gym to Zhicheng, played mahjong with Zhicheng, Dicks and Huijie. Pretty random combination cos we were desperate for players. HJ and I won enough for supper. That $6 was like the only time I won money since holidays started. Pretty down on luck. Maybe I should stop for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had supper with HJ and chatted quite a bit, the way I liked it. Sent him back and got lost in Yishun. -_- Before I dropped him, he told me "you go straight and turn then you can hit BKE alr" I didn't ask him if its left or right so I apparently chose the wrong one (see I told you I've been down on gambling luck. Can't even get a 50-50 chance). I'm not announcing where I ended up at cos its damn embarrassing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met HJ, Nah, Ivan, Steph and Zheguang on wed for my long-time craving Ting Yuan mala steamboat. Was kinda a bday celebration for Nah and myself so I got another treat. After the buffet, we went opposite for Ah Chew Dessert and headed to vivo city Kim Gary to kill time and ended up eating again. We seriously do nothing but eat whenever we hang out so we decided to have a break through and started planning a cycling outing this week. I seriously hope it works out well. Its so going to be a historical moment for us. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/SFbUjnB2LoI/AAAAAAAACbs/1kKBDSt63vk/s1600-h/CIMG6911.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/SFbUjnB2LoI/AAAAAAAACbs/1kKBDSt63vk/s320/CIMG6911.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212587326965165698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;our family-portrait-like group photo at Ah Chew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Mambo was called off so I activated Chan and we went Walas for Timmy Band and 1-for-1 draft beer plus private time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/SFbV68nucwI/AAAAAAAACb0/b2FBtGxdneI/s1600-h/CIMG6952.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/SFbV68nucwI/AAAAAAAACb0/b2FBtGxdneI/s320/CIMG6952.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212588827409806082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Finally went to pay for my New York air tickets on Thursday. We got it in time before fuel surcharge increased (my own speculation lah). So its all confirmed. I am leaving on 11 August 6am on Northwest Airlines. I am not expecting anyone to send me off cos the flight is at frigging 6am in the morning. But if I see you, you are confirm my true friend! Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went gym again cos have been/will be buffet-ing too much. Hehe. As promised, Dicky brought Serene and I to The Line. :) /rain for Dicky too! Good food, good company, what more can you ask for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/SFbYaTEn1YI/AAAAAAAACb8/Mrp5ibHdynU/s1600-h/CIMG6962.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/SFbYaTEn1YI/AAAAAAAACb8/Mrp5ibHdynU/s320/CIMG6962.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212591565035787650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Friday (the 13th) was reserved by the boyfriend for my birthday. Ask why he is not celebrating with me on my actual day? Cos he is working! :( But nvm, I had an awesome day without him too! (spiteful, haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for spa in the late afternoon and claimed our complimentary facial session. I swear my skin feels different after the facial. Not positively different but negatively different. Sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner was at Absolute Haven. Cool place for a date. Nice ambiance, excellent service, good food. I am pretty particular about service and the people at Absolute Haven really blew me away. Chan and the owner, Phyllis, planned a lil surprise cake thingy and I was really pretty surprised when she served the thing cos their cue was really smooth. Phyllis actually wrote me a birthday card which seriously impressed me. She was so attentive and helpful and humble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/SFbaHcIaAMI/AAAAAAAACcE/2lNXjV9S5h0/s1600-h/CIMG6980.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/SFbaHcIaAMI/AAAAAAAACcE/2lNXjV9S5h0/s320/CIMG6980.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212593440073318594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Us and the yummy Tiramisu cake with personalized words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/SFbbd3QwwMI/AAAAAAAACcM/tt3FwFr-NY4/s1600-h/CIMG7001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/SFbbd3QwwMI/AAAAAAAACcM/tt3FwFr-NY4/s320/CIMG7001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212594924824871106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The birthday card from Phyllis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Headed to Klee for the 3rd thing on the itinery he planned for the day. The people there were friendly despite being busy and all. Friendly as in the genuinely make friends with you and write you his email to add on Facebook kind of friendly. Made me complimentary strawberry champagne, birthday kiss on the hand, small talks and stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/SFbcyhUoG7I/AAAAAAAACcU/4sbKOcLjPOQ/s1600-h/CIMG6986.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/SFbcyhUoG7I/AAAAAAAACcU/4sbKOcLjPOQ/s320/CIMG6986.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212596379224382386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Check out the pretty thing behind us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;On Saturday, I was supposed to meet Serene at Botanics for lunch but I walked into Halia to find Becks, Dicky, Zhicheng and Jason sitting in a table of 6. "OH MY" was the first 2 words which came to mind and before I knew it, it was traveling at 330kph across the entire restaurant. I was perspiring like mad after a long walk into that place, filling her in about my celebration with Chan at the same time. It was such a humid day. Perspiration and adrenalin rush, took me awhile to cool down. Damn touched can! Thanks guyssssssss! Love you guys deep deep lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/SFbeB9sgkwI/AAAAAAAACcc/IQeZO23Mgds/s1600-h/CIMG7028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/SFbeB9sgkwI/AAAAAAAACcc/IQeZO23Mgds/s320/CIMG7028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212597744050410242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;raining hearts plus lots of sweaty hugs and kisses for everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that they won my money in mahjong. Thanks leh. Hah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Met Chanchos for dinner at Galbait and I swear the people at Galbait piss me off more each time I go there. Their apple pie doesn't taste that good anymore and I think I am going to drift myself away from that place slowly, but surely. Was great meeting Chanchos nonetheless, just that I was a bit sian with myself for having to rush off after dinner cos we hardly spend time together. Then I started regretting changing my dinner with my family in order to meet them cos if I insisted on meeting on Sunday, I confirm can spend more quality with them. In the end, everything is still at the expense of myself. Oh well, there's always a next time. And thanks guys for the great company and our house-jokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/SFbhrG_2rjI/AAAAAAAACck/b1gNaEkaoZ0/s1600-h/CIMG7029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/SFbhrG_2rjI/AAAAAAAACck/b1gNaEkaoZ0/s320/CIMG7029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212601749456989746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Cheers to the friendship with people who mean the world to me! And of course, Fang, you are constantly being missed. I just realised that we only have about less than 3 weeks together before I leave. Time is soooo precious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Chilled out with some drinks at Breeze with the Asoc loves at night and doing what we do best. Talk, drink, cam whore, jack, plan Bs etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/SFbj6BcGGKI/AAAAAAAACcs/ZWaSStGHwtM/s1600-h/CIMG7034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/SFbj6BcGGKI/AAAAAAAACcs/ZWaSStGHwtM/s320/CIMG7034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212604204686121122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Dragged myself out of bed on Sunday morning for Sentosa. Damn shagged but the small party of 5 was pretty decent. 10 mins of Frisbee and I felt like dying so I took the luxury of lying under the umbrella and read my book. Thanks guys, for the mini celebration. The rest, you don't know what you were missing out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/SFbnWs5mSaI/AAAAAAAACc0/cvLgCVfEGIk/s1600-h/CIMG7073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/SFbnWs5mSaI/AAAAAAAACc0/cvLgCVfEGIk/s320/CIMG7073.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212607995923810722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hot bods at Cafe Del Mar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sent the boys back and ended the long week with a simple dinner with Mum, Ah Gong and Ah Ma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a 13 hours uninterrupted sleep and greeted Monday with a late lunch, fiddling around young cousins and another mahjong session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear this is how life should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say this is a superb way to start the holidays and turn 22. I feel so much love from everyone who mean something to me. I was a little disappointed when I knew that Dad wouldn't be in town for dinner over the weekends but I guess I am not that hard to pacify cos I was so thrilled by just a simple SMS from him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess changes in life helps you filter out people in your life and keep the ones who are important to you. Over the past year, I have been doing more and more of the "keep the closer ones closer" and started throwing diplomacy out of the window. In simple words, don't force it. I know who are the friends who are important to me and I hope that important ones know that too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for all the SMSes, calls, emails, facebook wall posts, hugs, kisses and love from everyone! Gosh, I am 22 already! Time waits for no (wo)man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its almost 7 now! I think I just heard my neighbour's alarm. Time to hit the sack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: All photos are on Facebook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17568695-5569220316194475256?l=purplepeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17568695/posts/default/5569220316194475256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17568695/posts/default/5569220316194475256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplepeg.blogspot.com/2008/06/summer-22-love-etc.html' title='Summer, 22, Love, etc.'/><author><name>pEg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/SFbRAOJ9H_I/AAAAAAAACbU/3ICwN_iWnOs/s72-c/CIMG6892.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17568695.post-8850557792860154203</id><published>2008-05-29T15:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T15:36:11.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The week I am SO NOT looking towards Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p&gt;In a blink of an eye, its THURSDAY already! OMG. From feeling excited about the end of exams at the beginning of the week, the mood has evolved to "oh shit, its coming real fast." Audit is so &lt;em&gt;blah&lt;/em&gt; boring and that's why I'm here for a little escapade.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Planning for the upcoming trip with Chan is #$%^&amp;amp;*. But if I may quote him, "it's a good kind of trouble". Because of leave issues, he is not visiting me in Canada anymore. Means no more Niagara Falls, Quebec City road trip etc. So he proposed a trip in July (the only time he can take leave) to make up for it (and to spend that budget he set aside for Canada)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So… the planning began by laying out 3 options: Taiwan, Japan or Australia. And boy, the evolution in deciding on our destination is too fast and furious to be true. You will see why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;First, I ruled out Australia 'cos I don't really want to experience winter before I go experience the -30 degrees Celsius kind of winter. Enough said, no Australia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then, he started researching on Taiwan and was DAMN keen to go Taipei. Night markets, street food etc. No need for more explanation. He did such an intensive research that he has kind of decided which hotel to stay and which airline to take etc. already. In the midst of it, I suggested Hong Kong but he ruled it out 'cos "he is not that interested in Hong Kong". This is an important statement, you will see why later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;At the same time, itchy butt me went to visit the travel agency at BPP and picked up a Japan + Shanghai deal. Awesome price. And got me damn excited about going to Japan for the first time and being able to visit Yenfang to make up for the failed Chancho trip. But he turned it down hastily which kinda pissed me off. But nvm. After a while, he relented and agreed to open up for options again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So we made a trip down to Chinatown to check out the various big travel agencies. Wow, information overload. Our list started to include Jeju Island + Shanghai, full power packed Tokyo with Disneyland and Universal Studios, Hokkaido to see lavender and sunflower in bloom, other budget Japan + Shanghai etc etc. Of course along the way, we mentioned crazy plans like Maldives and boring ones like Thailand. And I kena scolded when I suggested Batam. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When we first saw Jeju Island + Shanghai, we were pretty interested. No one has been to Jeju before so we can be the pioneers. Sort of lah huh. Plus can go Shanghai to visit Fang. Reasonable price. Until we found out that we need visas cos we are travelling after 1 July, got a bit sian. And started feeling a little apprehensive about Jeju cos of various reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Full packed Tokyo and Hokkaido was too pricey. If we go then can't spend much. Feel a bit handicapped and Singapore Pools did not offer us the 10,000 on Wednesday evening, so OUT. Although he was damn interested in Hokkaido while I was half hoping for Tokyo. Next time maybe, exchange budget takes precedence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then, out of the blue, we started looking at the option of Hong Kong + Taiwan 'cos we have enough budget and time. So him being him, he started his intensive research. Then suddenly, somehow, I don't know how, he got damn excited over Hong Kong and started to rule out Taiwan. @#$%^&amp;amp;*())_ What happened to the "not that interested in Hong Kong"? I have no idea, seriously. From Shih Lin and Ximending, he started telling me about Tsim Sha Tsui, Yau Ma Tei and Disneyland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Seriously, I wouldn't be surprised if tmr he comes and tell me that he wants to go Africa and feed lions and cheetahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But he is happy cos he has a lot of options. I am happy too cos I suddenly get an extra trip, majority paid for. (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh well, we'll see how.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17568695-8850557792860154203?l=purplepeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17568695/posts/default/8850557792860154203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17568695/posts/default/8850557792860154203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplepeg.blogspot.com/2008/05/week-i-am-so-not-looking-towards-friday.html' title='The week I am SO NOT looking towards Friday'/><author><name>pEg</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17568695.post-2180642834168384638</id><published>2008-05-28T12:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:58:29.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What happens in Vegas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/SDzlQn3R0tI/AAAAAAAACbE/Pq2AWE9vuTU/s1600-h/las_vegas1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/SDzlQn3R0tI/AAAAAAAACbE/Pq2AWE9vuTU/s320/las_vegas1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205287343074955986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bobbs said this is the hotel we are staying in Las Vegas. No joke, I don't plan to go Egypt. Go google &lt;a href="http://images.google.com.sg/images?q=luxor%20las%20vegas&amp;amp;ie=UTF-8&amp;amp;oe=utf-8&amp;amp;rls=org.mozilla:en-US:official&amp;amp;client=firefox-a&amp;amp;um=1&amp;amp;sa=N&amp;amp;tab=wi"&gt;Luxor Las Vegas&lt;/a&gt; and see for yourself! :) Getting myself a bit excited before hitting Accounting Theory notes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17568695-2180642834168384638?l=purplepeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17568695/posts/default/2180642834168384638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17568695/posts/default/2180642834168384638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplepeg.blogspot.com/2008/05/what-happens-in-vegas.html' title='What happens in Vegas'/><author><name>pEg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/SDzlQn3R0tI/AAAAAAAACbE/Pq2AWE9vuTU/s72-c/las_vegas1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17568695.post-2677468054455930668</id><published>2008-05-27T16:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T16:40:44.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'>School’s out, almost</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p&gt;This one hell of a modified term is finally coming to an end in a couple of day's time. See count down ticker above. &lt;span style='font-family:Wingdings'&gt;J&lt;/span&gt; Projects are finally out and I'm into the second day of study week. 4 exams and I'll be done with proper studying for the rest of 2008. Woo hooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;6&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; June, all the fun sets in. Sex and the City, Mambo, The Line, Sentosa, Ma La Steamboat and the list goes on. Plus being able to plan for exchange (and my upcoming trip) properly. Ahh, can't wait for my much anticipated summer holidays and fall semester in Montreal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But I guess for now, its back to the books and notes, and feeling hungry every other hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17568695-2677468054455930668?l=purplepeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17568695/posts/default/2677468054455930668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17568695/posts/default/2677468054455930668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplepeg.blogspot.com/2008/05/schools-out-almost.html' title='School’s out, almost'/><author><name>pEg</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17568695.post-4614713411256643686</id><published>2008-05-18T03:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T03:23:22.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Secondhand Serenade - Fall For You</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/P3XpBKT3fNI&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/P3XpBKT3fNI&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best thing about tonight's that we're not fighting&lt;br /&gt;Could it be that we have been this way before&lt;br /&gt;I know you don't think that I am trying&lt;br /&gt;I know you're wearing thin down to the core&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hold your breathe&lt;br /&gt;Because tonight will be the night that I will fall for you&lt;br /&gt;Over again&lt;br /&gt;Don't make me change my mind&lt;br /&gt;Or I wont live to see another day&lt;br /&gt;I swear it's true&lt;br /&gt;Because a girl like you is impossible to find&lt;br /&gt;Your impossible to find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not what I intended&lt;br /&gt;I always swore to you i'd never fall apart&lt;br /&gt;You always thought that I was stronger&lt;br /&gt;I may of failed&lt;br /&gt;But I have loved you from the start&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hold your breathe&lt;br /&gt;Because tonight will be the night that I will fall for you&lt;br /&gt;Over again&lt;br /&gt;Don't make me change my mind&lt;br /&gt;Or I wont live to see another day&lt;br /&gt;I swear it's true&lt;br /&gt;Because a girl like you is impossible to find&lt;br /&gt;It's impossible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So breathe in so deep&lt;br /&gt;Breathe me in&lt;br /&gt;I'm yours to keep&lt;br /&gt;And hold onto your words&lt;br /&gt;Cuz talk is cheap&lt;br /&gt;And remember me tonight&lt;br /&gt;When your asleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because tonight will be the night that I will fall for you&lt;br /&gt;Over again&lt;br /&gt;Don't make me change my mind&lt;br /&gt;Or I wont live to see another day&lt;br /&gt;I swear it's true&lt;br /&gt;Because a girl like you is impossible to find&lt;br /&gt;Tonight will be the night that I will fall for you&lt;br /&gt;Over again&lt;br /&gt;Don't make me change my mind&lt;br /&gt;Or I wont live to see another day&lt;br /&gt;I swear it's true&lt;br /&gt;Because a girl like you is impossible to find&lt;br /&gt;Your impossible to find&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17568695-4614713411256643686?l=purplepeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17568695/posts/default/4614713411256643686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17568695/posts/default/4614713411256643686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplepeg.blogspot.com/2008/05/secondhand-serenade-fall-for-you.html' title='Secondhand Serenade - Fall For You'/><author><name>pEg</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17568695.post-7022395860210015117</id><published>2008-05-16T09:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T09:04:58.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confusion is like fertilizer. It sucks but nothing grows without it</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:18pt'&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;China says quake death toll likely above 50,000&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;"If there are some survivors under such conditions, it would be a matter of luck, or a miracle," said Zhang Zhoushu, vice director of the state-run China Earthquake Disaster Prevention Centre. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Yet amidst the tragedy, miracles did occur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cyclone Nargis struck Myanmar on 2 May 2008, leaving at least 31,938 dead and 29,770 people missing. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Dozens of the 63 villages surrounding the town of Labutta have been wiped out and US estimates the death toll could hit 100,000.&lt;span style='font-size:18pt'&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;				&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: right'&gt;  --- channelnewsasia.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You know how reading news can be pretty depressing so maybe in times like this, we ought to count our blessings. But instead, I've been thinking quite a bit and getting myself confused over stuff. Then again, just when I was at the peak of it, I read this line in the book which I am currently reading. It can't get any more apt. Perhaps the &lt;em&gt;searching&lt;/em&gt; for answer to this confusion will really help me bloom pretty flowers.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17568695-7022395860210015117?l=purplepeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17568695/posts/default/7022395860210015117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17568695/posts/default/7022395860210015117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplepeg.blogspot.com/2008/05/confusion-is-like-fertilizer-it-sucks.html' title='Confusion is like fertilizer. It sucks but nothing grows without it'/><author><name>pEg</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17568695.post-1231520890252749955</id><published>2008-05-12T20:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:58:29.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/SCgzB_l6rAI/AAAAAAAACa8/ff4sBx7UsUI/s1600-h/Home-cooked+Food+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/SCgzB_l6rAI/AAAAAAAACa8/ff4sBx7UsUI/s320/Home-cooked+Food+036.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199461879142591490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;WE MISS YOU TOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17568695-1231520890252749955?l=purplepeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17568695/posts/default/1231520890252749955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17568695/posts/default/1231520890252749955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplepeg.blogspot.com/2008/05/we-miss-you-tooooooooooooooooo.html' title=''/><author><name>pEg</name><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/_6XY3hhUHrGo/SCgzB_l6rAI/AAAAAAAACa8/ff4sBx7UsUI/s72-c/Home-cooked+Food+036.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17568695.post-2247611433812532847</id><published>2008-05-11T23:47:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:58:30.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Glory glory Man Utd</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/SCcVivl6q_I/AAAAAAAACa0/rU7knjHsmXw/s1600-h/manu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/SCcVivl6q_I/AAAAAAAACa0/rU7knjHsmXw/s400/manu.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199147981457763314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"If anyone deserves a goal today, it has got to be Ryan Giggs!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;--- [insert name of commentator]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My hero."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;--- chanhowe11@hotmail.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, something which I don't usually blog about but that moment was truly emotional. A pity I missed &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; Ronaldo penalty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys look so happy, I also want to know how it feels like to win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17568695-2247611433812532847?l=purplepeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17568695/posts/default/2247611433812532847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17568695/posts/default/2247611433812532847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplepeg.blogspot.com/2008/05/glory-glory-man-utd.html' title='Glory glory Man Utd'/><author><name>pEg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/SCcVivl6q_I/AAAAAAAACa0/rU7knjHsmXw/s72-c/manu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17568695.post-7471053628121057784</id><published>2008-05-11T00:18:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:58:32.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recent happenings photo galore</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/SCXNdCfwRZI/AAAAAAAACac/NluKbIt1nTs/s1600-h/DSC00443.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/SCXNdCfwRZI/AAAAAAAACac/NluKbIt1nTs/s320/DSC00443.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198787243639063954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The awesome cheesecake, creation of me and my parts (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/SCXM8SfwRYI/AAAAAAAACaU/nMptP8W8oBU/s1600-h/SSL15745+%28Large%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/SCXM8SfwRYI/AAAAAAAACaU/nMptP8W8oBU/s320/SSL15745+%28Large%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198786680998348162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;for Jason's surprise at 12 midnight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/SCXMpyfwRXI/AAAAAAAACaM/9iqEt4ZVBEM/s1600-h/SSL15754.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/SCXMpyfwRXI/AAAAAAAACaM/9iqEt4ZVBEM/s320/SSL15754.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198786363170768242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;FREE beer and finger food at Durty Nelly's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/SCXMMCfwRWI/AAAAAAAACaE/HtNieqN0E9s/s1600-h/DSC03401.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/SCXMMCfwRWI/AAAAAAAACaE/HtNieqN0E9s/s320/DSC03401.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198785852069660002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yin's birthday lunch at NYDC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/SCXMFCfwRVI/AAAAAAAACZ8/azVb1nGQLjM/s1600-h/DSC03353.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/SCXMFCfwRVI/AAAAAAAACZ8/azVb1nGQLjM/s320/DSC03353.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198785731810575698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The gang's sakae supper buffet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/SCXLwifwRTI/AAAAAAAACZs/ncdryRg0Wos/s1600-h/DSC03356.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/SCXLwifwRTI/AAAAAAAACZs/ncdryRg0Wos/s320/DSC03356.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198785379623257394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/SCXL9ifwRUI/AAAAAAAACZ0/hVqUKDykSWE/s1600-h/n618815559_1186565_2764.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/SCXL9ifwRUI/AAAAAAAACZ0/hVqUKDykSWE/s320/n618815559_1186565_2764.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198785602961556802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Recent cam whoring cos of their new cameras. Nice smile Bobbs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/SCXLiCfwRSI/AAAAAAAACZk/VWHigi91vp4/s1600-h/n618815559_1186576_5891.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/SCXLiCfwRSI/AAAAAAAACZk/VWHigi91vp4/s320/n618815559_1186576_5891.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198785130515154210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We go wayyyyy back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/SCXLZSfwRRI/AAAAAAAACZc/LAL_8pu5rRI/s1600-h/n618815559_1186587_9415.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/SCXLZSfwRRI/AAAAAAAACZc/LAL_8pu5rRI/s320/n618815559_1186587_9415.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198784980191298834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Stripey strategy love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/SCXLPCfwRQI/AAAAAAAACZU/pVN6fLd2oWw/s1600-h/n644740467_2909587_181.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/SCXLPCfwRQI/AAAAAAAACZU/pVN6fLd2oWw/s320/n644740467_2909587_181.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198784804097639682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Embarrassing Maori greeting in libs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/SCXQlifwRaI/AAAAAAAACak/TllZlEqKrdU/s1600-h/n644740467_2909570_5087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/SCXQlifwRaI/AAAAAAAACak/TllZlEqKrdU/s320/n644740467_2909570_5087.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198790688202835362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love my Percy pigs (minus the double chin) My fringe is beginning to part cos its getting long :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17568695-7471053628121057784?l=purplepeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17568695/posts/default/7471053628121057784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17568695/posts/default/7471053628121057784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplepeg.blogspot.com/2008/05/recent-happenings-photo-galore.html' title='Recent happenings photo galore'/><author><name>pEg</name><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/_6XY3hhUHrGo/SCXNdCfwRZI/AAAAAAAACac/NluKbIt1nTs/s72-c/DSC00443.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17568695.post-5471001478874863409</id><published>2008-05-09T17:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T17:36:21.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging with Microsoft Office 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wow, this is so cool! I am blogging using Microsoft word. All thanks to the ingenious Office 07. I have to find something to praise this new office after causing me to screw up my AMA slides. BAHHH! Damn stups! Never get overly excited over new features.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway I'm here because I'm in a daze now. I think I am getting old cos I can't survive on just 4 hours of sleep now. I can't decide what is it that I need to do now after I am slightly freed from AMA (until we start on the dreadful 5000 words report). Not that I don't have things to do. Problem is I dunno which/how/where to start. How not to feel old when people around you are getting married/getting ROMed/talking about marriage. Saw Lixin's facebook, Wenjun's blog and even Yuling's lil heart-skip-abit all in a week. Good news really doesn't come alone huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I had a cheap thrill of walking into Gucci and walking out with a big paper bag. Hurhur. All thanks to the ever-sweetish Dicky. Ok, I think I'm making it sound like he bought something for me. HAH! Except that the paper bag went home with him for the most important woman in his life (currently, cos COL. lol). But thanks for yummy lunch and the lift. Hearts &lt;span style='font-family:Wingdings'&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;			&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay, this is heading no where. My posts are getting from random to more random. I need some spice in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Till then, when the spices arrive!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17568695-5471001478874863409?l=purplepeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17568695/posts/default/5471001478874863409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17568695/posts/default/5471001478874863409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplepeg.blogspot.com/2008/05/blogging-with-microsoft-office-2007.html' title='Blogging with Microsoft Office 2007'/><author><name>pEg</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17568695.post-4318663714582235366</id><published>2008-05-05T01:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T01:28:56.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deep breath</title><content type='html'>Ok, I need to chill abit. And I need to stop translating the speed and urgency of my life to my driving. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it was pretty bad. Usually only my gal pals (ironically) will do the "msg me when you get home" thingy when I drop them. And ironically, the guy friends I send home usually don't do that. Today HJ stunned me with a "are you home yet?" sms when I was still on the way, stuck with every single red light there was. It has been years since I got this kind of msg from him can. So I told him not yet, cos there were soooo many traffic lights along the way and I had to be faced with a red light everytime I came to a junction. Then next came a very fatherly reply "that's to tell you to drive safely". lol. After that there was a whole string of how I should chill and not be so uptight and how I shouldn't force this meet up blah blah. When he is the one having 3 papers in the coming week. Haha. Thats what best pals are for :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, to be honest I was quite scary today. SMU to 6th avenue in about 5plus minutes. I think I got flashed by 2 taxis on the way home, beat several amber lights cos I didn't want to stop. But I swear the traffic lights were against me today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.... there is no specific purpose and no specific reason for typing this but I think it will help me chill abit at 1 am. If you want to tell me to drive carefully blah blah, save it. I appreciate it but I am usually not like that. I believe many people can vouch that, RIGHT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just very overwhelmed lah. AMA is killing me and worrying the hell out of me and taking too much time away from Strat which I really want to do well in. Thats the furthest I dare think. The whole lot of week 13 stuff can sit there and rot and die first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would really appreciate that my friends can understand what I am going through and be understanding as to why I can't join you guys for stuff. And if given a choice, why wouldn't I want to right? I know you darlings will be. And when I'm done, we can rock and roll till we drop dead, I promise! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17568695-4318663714582235366?l=purplepeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17568695/posts/default/4318663714582235366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17568695/posts/default/4318663714582235366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplepeg.blogspot.com/2008/05/deep-breath.html' title='Deep breath'/><author><name>pEg</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17568695.post-3028393174137981183</id><published>2008-04-29T13:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T13:03:51.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1.7321</title><content type='html'>Such a nerdy sweet poem from Harold &amp;amp; Kumar :)&lt;br /&gt;(courtesy of my favorite angster)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: teal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m sure that I will always be &lt;br /&gt;A lonely number like root three    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The three is all that’s good and right, &lt;br /&gt;Why must my three keep out of sight&lt;br /&gt;Beneath the vicious square root sign, &lt;br /&gt;I wish instead I were a nine    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For nine could thwart this evil trick, &lt;br /&gt;with just some quick arithmetic    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I’ll never see the sun, as 1.7321 &lt;br /&gt;Such is my reality, a sad irrationality    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When hark! What is this I see, &lt;br /&gt;Another square root of a three    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As quietly co-waltzing by, &lt;br /&gt;Together now we multiply &lt;br /&gt;To form a number we prefer, &lt;br /&gt;Rejoicing as an integer    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We break free from our mortal bonds &lt;br /&gt;With the wave of magic wands    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our square root signs become unglued &lt;br /&gt;Your love for me has been renewed&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 13.85pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: teal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17568695-3028393174137981183?l=purplepeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17568695/posts/default/3028393174137981183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17568695/posts/default/3028393174137981183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplepeg.blogspot.com/2008/04/17321.html' title='1.7321'/><author><name>pEg</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17568695.post-7919654251867959679</id><published>2008-04-20T15:35:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T22:36:15.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from a hiatus!</title><content type='html'>My past 5 experiences tell me that once the week number in SMU hits double digit, you're gonna see the end really really quickly. Week 9 in coming to an end and I guess the next 6 weeks will zoom past like nobody's business rushing projects and starting to study for exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm finally back (as in mentally really really back) from recess week. Yeah, took a while but better be late than never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love my day. Got work done, got readings done, ahead of schedule, school is peaceful (it should be like that everyday man! &lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;♥ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;modified term), hanging out with zhous and angs (the rest don't jeals), texting with HJ. Would be awesome if the period can like come now so that I can stop eating like a pig, feeling angsty and needing excessive sleep (read: PMS)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the boyfriend who quarantined himself from me cos of he doesn't want to spread his flu/cough/sorethroat/fever to me, which I think is the ultimate form of love. Preparing for exchange already huh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17568695-7919654251867959679?l=purplepeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17568695/posts/default/7919654251867959679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17568695/posts/default/7919654251867959679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplepeg.blogspot.com/2008/04/back-on-hiatus.html' title='Back from a hiatus!'/><author><name>pEg</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17568695.post-1035074083758125690</id><published>2008-04-14T13:37:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T00:01:46.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recess Week To-Do List</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;NEGO FINAL QUIZ&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;Strat group progress report&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;GDP 2,3,4 articles&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;AMA Project research&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;AMA Meeting&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;Strat Project research&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;Strat Meeting&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;Nego Individual Paper&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Read and revise AMA Quality&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;Internship report&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;CIP report&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;CHILLAX ABIT AND HAVE FUN!&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;Read The Little Prisoner&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;Practise how to feed myself in Montreal&lt;/s&gt; [Made "claypot rice" with rice cooker :)]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bake muffins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;Perm hair&lt;/s&gt; :) Check it out soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;Mambo&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;Walas&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;Brewerks BT&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;Poker&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Disclaimer: Talk (which translates to writing down) is cheap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update 19 April 4pm: Basically, all the fun stuff which I'm supposed to do this break week has all been slashed out (with the exception of poker which is happening tonight), including the novel which I picked up from Padro's now-very-neat shelf. I am a sucker for stories of child abuse (with a happy ending of course) and I have no idea why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing which I can pat my own back about is probably submitting my internship report. Talk about procrastination. heh. I've read one and a half out of the 19 articles for GDP 2, 3 and 4 combine and I feel like giving up already (thats why I'm blogging, baby).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zzz. Back to being the-loser-reading-incomprehensible-AT-articles-in-libs on the Saturday afternoon where 90% of the SMU population are celebrating their liberation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Its Mr Tan's (our primary school teacher) birthday today. Don't ask me why I remember such stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update 22 April 12am: Don't say don't have, finished my nego paper already! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17568695-1035074083758125690?l=purplepeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17568695/posts/default/1035074083758125690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17568695/posts/default/1035074083758125690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplepeg.blogspot.com/2008/04/recess-week-to-do-list.html' title='Recess Week To-Do List'/><author><name>pEg</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17568695.post-1314878042408868741</id><published>2008-04-09T15:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T15:16:04.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking forward to the break!</title><content type='html'>Accounting Theory presentation in about half an hour time, and I'm bored of going through my slides over and over again. zzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone asked me if I am ok cos she says my blog sounds damn sad. Am I? Did I? Exchange is like a how happy thing. Gotta admit that there are things here and there affecting my mood a bit here and there as well but generally, I am damn excited and looking forward to it! :) Starting to find out more stuff from Sacha and Lins, planning Niagara Falls trip with Chan when he comes over etc already. Happy like a bird!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a almost 40mins phone conversation with Yenfang yesterday afternoon and boy I was shocked when I saw the call summary! And as usual, she will end it with an SMS to reinforce the things she said to make me feel good. Sweetish! Its how ironic how our physical distance actually drew us closer emotionally to reach a peak after almost 10 years of friendship. Friends like her makes me feel that the world is not so self centric after all (although most of the times, it really is).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to start strolling to class and I'm so looking forward to recess next week! People having exams, all the best. Hugs and smooches for you guys, to be returned to me in 8 weeks time when its my turn. Love love!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17568695-1314878042408868741?l=purplepeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17568695/posts/default/1314878042408868741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17568695/posts/default/1314878042408868741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplepeg.blogspot.com/2008/04/looking-forward-to-break.html' title='Looking forward to the break!'/><author><name>pEg</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17568695.post-6097324000218576827</id><published>2008-04-05T02:48:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:58:32.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates</title><content type='html'>Feels like it's been awhile. Much has happened since the last post, revolving around exchange, but I don't know where to start. Some were good, some were bad, some were very bad. But I guess I don't really wanna mention the bad and very bad now since its over? Appreciate the fact that my friends take the effort to encourage me and put good thoughts in my head. :) And more importantly, be there when the bad things happened, not just at the moment but also following up. Ahh, how not to love my Aquarius darlings? Its so hard not to draw similarities between the 2 of them! People at home, including Dad, Ah Ma and Ah Gong, are being very supportive as well! Yay! :)))))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a BBQ with Chanchos over at Eunice's place and it was great hanging out with them again. Gotta admit the boys were pretty impressive with the preparation of everything this time round. Great job Timo and CS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUESS WHO WE MISSSS? The woman up on Huang Shan over the Qing Ming long weekend!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R_Z-w9dkiKI/AAAAAAAACZE/f87Ed-3xW-k/s1600-h/IMG_1554.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R_Z-w9dkiKI/AAAAAAAACZE/f87Ed-3xW-k/s320/IMG_1554.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185471400561117346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the monkeying starts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R_Z-e9dkiJI/AAAAAAAACY8/wPlLjv40IcI/s1600-h/IMG_1560.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R_Z-e9dkiJI/AAAAAAAACY8/wPlLjv40IcI/s320/IMG_1560.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185471091323472018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Timothy, the phone you are licking looks like MINE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R_Z-QddkiII/AAAAAAAACY0/8t6JPNfPOp4/s1600-h/IMG_1562.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R_Z-QddkiII/AAAAAAAACY0/8t6JPNfPOp4/s320/IMG_1562.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185470842215368834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mr Josh with the marshmallow in his NOSTRILS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R_Z9INdkiHI/AAAAAAAACYs/ZoWAMxbxx1k/s1600-h/IMG_1589.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R_Z9INdkiHI/AAAAAAAACYs/ZoWAMxbxx1k/s320/IMG_1589.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185469600969820274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Don't you think this failed jumping shot looks hilarious? CS and Steph looks like they are running away from something. Each other perhaps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17568695-6097324000218576827?l=purplepeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17568695/posts/default/6097324000218576827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17568695/posts/default/6097324000218576827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplepeg.blogspot.com/2008/04/updates.html' title='Updates'/><author><name>pEg</name><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/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R_Z-w9dkiKI/AAAAAAAACZE/f87Ed-3xW-k/s72-c/IMG_1554.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17568695.post-6146055585120688925</id><published>2008-03-25T22:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T22:36:06.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Been feeling under the weather. I am obviously not coping well to the sudden switches from an all bright day to a heavy downpour and vice versa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's still the same. I accepted the Montreal offer, still unaware of who else is going. Oh well, we shall see how lah. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17568695-6146055585120688925?l=purplepeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17568695/posts/default/6146055585120688925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17568695/posts/default/6146055585120688925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplepeg.blogspot.com/2008/03/been-feeling-under-weather.html' title=''/><author><name>pEg</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17568695.post-6305167451221956627</id><published>2008-03-21T15:07:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:58:34.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exchange etc.</title><content type='html'>Some might have known, I got HEC Montreal, my first choice, for exchange but is currently the only person (in our circle) who is going to be there. You know how it feels when you are so excited upon seeing the news but just get more and more sian as the days go. Then again, no news might be better than bad news so I am still hoping for the best for our Montreal dream team. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there are other things which made me not as excited as before too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just hit me, suddenly, that for the few months I am away, my mum is going to be alone at home for at least 5 days a week since Padro is enlisting soon. Not that the 3 of us form a super close knitted family but I was imagining how it will be like to come home to an empty house, clean unoccupied rooms, watch TV on the couch, all alone. Then again, I'm quite glad she has her own active and happening social circle, 5 mins drive to her parents and siblings' homes, she can get her auntie gang to play mahjong without disturbing anyone. She might enjoy it. Maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I look at my boyfriend, and wonder if we can survive this 4-5 months of LDR. This acronym spells fear in me, and this fear is not exactly unfounded. Then again, its all within us. I'm glad trust is not an issue (on my side, at least). If I can be cool and relaxed about his colleagues bringing him to pubs in geylang with skimpily clad girls walking around waiting to be touched (and paid), I know that I totally trust him. But well, if one day this trust gets misused, ......................................................... (someone complete the sentence for me please). Now I understand how lynnette felt back then. But one thing I'm quite sure of is that I will not make the same decision as her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="recover"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;To liven up this place abit, some happy photos:&lt;br /&gt;(some from a long time ago added by others on facebook which has never appeared on this blog before)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R-NmgNdkh9I/AAAAAAAACXc/AHDaOAFeK6Q/s1600-h/21032008952.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R-NmgNdkh9I/AAAAAAAACXc/AHDaOAFeK6Q/s320/21032008952.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180096699961739218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At Holland V Brekos last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R-Nmq9dkh-I/AAAAAAAACXk/NAUP2KTiuZA/s1600-h/21032008953.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R-Nmq9dkh-I/AAAAAAAACXk/NAUP2KTiuZA/s320/21032008953.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180096884645332962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nah stealing my show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R-NnBddkh_I/AAAAAAAACXs/3v4m6LCUgAE/s1600-h/DSC00382.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R-NnBddkh_I/AAAAAAAACXs/3v4m6LCUgAE/s320/DSC00382.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180097271192389618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Valentine's Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R-NnVNdkiAI/AAAAAAAACX0/d8d_ayfIASY/s1600-h/n515966413_646101_6811.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R-NnVNdkiAI/AAAAAAAACX0/d8d_ayfIASY/s320/n515966413_646101_6811.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180097610494806018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;CNY dinner with Asoc loves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R-Nn4NdkiBI/AAAAAAAACX8/PsnaDxmPnQM/s1600-h/n515966413_646137_9441.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R-Nn4NdkiBI/AAAAAAAACX8/PsnaDxmPnQM/s320/n515966413_646137_9441.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180098211790227474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of our favourite hangouts, Dicky's place :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R-Npp9dkiGI/AAAAAAAACYk/jJzh0BG75ZY/s1600-h/n515966413_646141_774.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R-Npp9dkiGI/AAAAAAAACYk/jJzh0BG75ZY/s320/n515966413_646141_774.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180100166000347234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Desperate Housewives, CNY edition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R-NplddkiFI/AAAAAAAACYc/_Y7uThozSXc/s1600-h/n515966413_567232_4131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R-NplddkiFI/AAAAAAAACYc/_Y7uThozSXc/s320/n515966413_567232_4131.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180100088690935890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lin's bday at Cafe Del Mar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R-NoINdkiCI/AAAAAAAACYE/asP-OVC83eM/s1600-h/n894705110_2025425_7126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R-NoINdkiCI/AAAAAAAACYE/asP-OVC83eM/s320/n894705110_2025425_7126.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180098486668134434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Guiswhowantstogotomontreal2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17568695-6305167451221956627?l=purplepeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17568695/posts/default/6305167451221956627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17568695/posts/default/6305167451221956627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplepeg.blogspot.com/2008/03/exchange-etc.html' title='Exchange etc.'/><author><name>pEg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R-NmgNdkh9I/AAAAAAAACXc/AHDaOAFeK6Q/s72-c/21032008952.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17568695.post-6272489875960236406</id><published>2008-03-14T00:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T01:05:07.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One of those nights</title><content type='html'>Feeling a tad emo and down, for no specific reason. Don't you just hate moments like this when you seem to lose all the positive feelings and happy thoughts? And all's within you are just negative emotions like feeling neglected by people, losing confidence in things, losing foothold everywhere etc. I'm attributing it to a once-a-month syndrome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, HK is driving me nuts, once again. When everything's okay and we were ready to buy our air tickets this weekend, the news of flu outbreak was plastered all over the media. Tell me how not to feel sian? How now brown cow? The down-ness and the news certainly don't go well together man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17568695-6272489875960236406?l=purplepeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17568695/posts/default/6272489875960236406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17568695/posts/default/6272489875960236406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplepeg.blogspot.com/2008/03/one-of-those-nights.html' title='One of those nights'/><author><name>pEg</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17568695.post-2323470015825226212</id><published>2008-03-13T20:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:58:34.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Carrot Cake</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R9knK4S9MqI/AAAAAAAACXU/Mf3vRe1Suxo/s1600-h/DSC00392.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R9knK4S9MqI/AAAAAAAACXU/Mf3vRe1Suxo/s320/DSC00392.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177212314503164578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its hard to not drift away from AT class no matter how animated Prof JJ can get. I was surfing some recipes in class because Bobbs who was perpetually on food blogs kinda influenced me. Came across this carrot cake recipe which required very similar ingredients to my apple banana cupcake 2 weeks ago so I decided that I will make one today since its my 公公's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It didn't turn out as well at first. The surface was burnt but the insides were not fully cooked so I had to cut away the surface after this whole thing is cooked. Luckily the the cream cheese could cover up the ugly surface. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope the grands can appreciate my ang moh cai tao kway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17568695-2323470015825226212?l=purplepeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17568695/posts/default/2323470015825226212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17568695/posts/default/2323470015825226212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplepeg.blogspot.com/2008/03/carrot-cake.html' title='Carrot Cake'/><author><name>pEg</name><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/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R9knK4S9MqI/AAAAAAAACXU/Mf3vRe1Suxo/s72-c/DSC00392.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17568695.post-2342404428956856089</id><published>2008-03-11T22:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T23:59:44.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The people I treasure</title><content type='html'>Typing a short post before I go jogging. (Becks you're a pig! But you messaged me immediately after I changed into my sports bra and all lah. If not, I might just... you know what)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weekend that passed was awesome, except that it was expensive. Let's see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Ah Ma's place on Friday afternoon and nua the afternoon away with her. Someone asked me "how come you always go to your grandma's house and sleep one?". Well, I guess that's considered spending time as well. And the feeling of sleeping beside her, warm and cosy, is how hard to get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally went for our hanabi threesome date with Dicky and Angs. Like seriously finally. Waiting for my treat to The Line from we-know-who. winkz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent my Saturday with the boyfriend. It was our *start counting fingers* 26 months. Not that we still celebrate but since it fell on a Saturday and he was off shift, we went for a good time and good dinner at one of my favourite places. Not telling you where in case you guys know how to score points with me. haha, jokes lah. Watched a movie at Century Square. I know most of you Westies will have no idea where that square is (cos I didn't). Its beside Tampines Mall lah! And the movie crowd in the east was abit, erm, weird. I don't know, not trying to start a east-west debate but my whole movie experience from buying the tix to buying popcorn, to entering the theater, to the actual screening didn't feel normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Managed to do some studying in school on Sunday and met the S82 boys for buffet (yes, I know again! thats why I am going running in 5mins time) at Merchant Court for ZG's bday. Burnt a hole in my pocket again but it was a great evening with the 4 boys, laughing as usual, even though they are seriously super unglam. Helped Hj and Nah with some finance questions equivalent to finance 101 and realised how much I have forgotten. shikes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I have been avoiding going to the petrol kiosk nowadays but the other day I bo bian had to go and OMG, a full tank now costs me 60bucks. I know its still little comparing to you people driving bigger cars. But then, I used to be able to get a full tank for less than 50 leh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, time to stop this auntie market talk and off I go to shed off my Hanabi and Merchant court buffets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye (fats)!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17568695-2342404428956856089?l=purplepeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17568695/posts/default/2342404428956856089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17568695/posts/default/2342404428956856089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplepeg.blogspot.com/2008/03/people-i-treasure.html' title='The people I treasure'/><author><name>pEg</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17568695.post-3786130671204312499</id><published>2008-03-07T12:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T13:09:00.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sitting in the library, waiting for time to pass before I head for my haircut appointment at Far East Plaza. Somehow, after much anticipation for school, it's not feeling like how I thought it would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear I am screwing up my sleep cycle so bad and I am feeling the consequences now. Slept at 5am on Thursday morning, woke up at 2pm, then couldn't sleep at night. Woke up to go online to do random stuff and Wahjong. Slept at 3plus, woke up at 630 for class and sneezed the entire AMA class. Well done, Pegs! Its the end of week 2 and I am already not keeping up with my readings. Another pat on the shoulder for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that being said, however, I am looking forward to an exciting weekend! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17568695-3786130671204312499?l=purplepeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17568695/posts/default/3786130671204312499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17568695/posts/default/3786130671204312499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplepeg.blogspot.com/2008/03/sitting-in-library-waiting-for-time-to.html' title=''/><author><name>pEg</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17568695.post-4541378372186915516</id><published>2008-03-05T19:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T19:46:19.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Email from Fang</title><content type='html'>I tell you this girl is damn cartoon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And the bbq guy near my condo is so cute. To win 10 yuan, I asked for his  number!!! extra funds! FYI, that can buy me 10 bbq buns, and they are very  tasty. I will go buy bbq bun again tonight. Super cheapo queen right.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Also, our mahjong-xiaolongbao fund is super useful cos one xlb only  cost me 10cents sing. With S$20, imagine how many "longs" i can eat. I am so  afraid that I will turn into a dumpling when i return.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay the reason I am blogging&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tell ivan, nah, hj, zg, chanchos, penny, wen (all my close buddies) that I miss  them very much.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17568695-4541378372186915516?l=purplepeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17568695/posts/default/4541378372186915516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17568695/posts/default/4541378372186915516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplepeg.blogspot.com/2008/03/email-from-fang.html' title='Email from Fang'/><author><name>pEg</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17568695.post-3320796064908419001</id><published>2008-03-05T01:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T01:54:21.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Have not blogged anything other than my Bangkok trip after I came back so here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's started, finally. Still getting the cold engine ready but all's good for the first week except that I really cannot stand my first 830 class. I really really could not think at all. This sem's gonna be reading-heavy with chunks of accounting theory readings which are close to impossible, strategy cases to go through every week, advanced audit readings, negotiation cases and advanced management accounting articles. zzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hanging on fine, FOR NOW, with 3 advanced accounting mods + strat which is advanced accounting equivalent and a half credit negotiation which really feels like MPW all over again. I swear I hate to force class part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Went for Temasek Hall dance production last night. Supposedly decided to go cos Huijie's dancing. Not that we don't support Nah, but he has way too may concerts for us to support and this is probably peanuts to him. But in the end, Huijie couldn't dance so we all went to watch Nah, still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a great time with them (Steph, Ivan, Huijie, Nah and Zheguang), laughed the whole night away with Zheguang's uber lame jokes. We had 6 people and only 1 of my jazzy baby so the ride from NUS to Kallang then to town wasn't easy. The car felt so heavy lah. And the back seat was so squeezy, well if you know their sizes. Joked that I should let ZG or Ivan drive so that they can free up more space at the back, that if Ivan and ZG sits on the same side of the car, I can do a drift, that someone should go to the boot etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This whole Mas Selamat escape is making everyone edgy. Me and chan went for a jog and when we came back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum: So did you all see the "limping horse" (direct translation from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bai ka bei&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chan: No lah... If I see him, I will go kick his ass first. (talk to gf's mum, the balls has to be substituted with pigu)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Engage in Mas Selamat conversation for awhile, while I check my laptop for my transferring of songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw Xia's MSN nick "OMG, I called 999"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curious me went to check her blog and really got the info I wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Told my mum and she was excited to see your face on the papers XIA! Then we engaged in more Mas Selamat conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to add on, I shall share with you guys how suay Chan's mouth can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On monday, he sent me to school for my 330 class before heading to TAB by 4 for his shift. We were talking about the people involved in the search in the car and he said "luckily they haven't involved the air force" so their lives were pretty much normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then... on that very day, no prizes for guessing it right, they were involved and poor him didn't get much sleep for that shift. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright this is no laughing matter, I really hope that guy gets caught soon. It has been almost a week. I secretly hope he gets caught in NTU leh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Our HK trip is getting on my nerves abit but I am excited about it at the same time. And its especially hard when everyone's not around. :( But I am still very positive, although I have not figure out where my funding is coming from. Well, like what Rong says, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ship come to the dock will straight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Oh anyway! I went to sign up for Viwawa after much procrastination (bcos I didn't want to get hooked). But then, to my disappointment, it doesn't hook me. Probably cos I don't get to physically feel the tiles or probably cos I don't enjoy playing mahjong with strangers for the sake of playing. Maybe the next time you guys wanna play, ask me and we can play together. See if I enjoy it better. My nick is well, to your &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;surprise&lt;/span&gt;, purplepeg. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17568695-3320796064908419001?l=purplepeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17568695/posts/default/3320796064908419001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17568695/posts/default/3320796064908419001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplepeg.blogspot.com/2008/03/have-not-blogged-anything-other-than-my.html' title=''/><author><name>pEg</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17568695.post-8277223074837607817</id><published>2008-02-28T16:55:00.021+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:58:52.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>20 Feb 08</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Last minute shopping and getting ready for home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were pretty much used to the waking up time and surprisingly, both of us did not suffer any hangover from the night before. Had our usual breakfast set and headed to the next door massage place again. He had his foot massage again (!) while I did a manicure and pedicure for 150 baht each. Dirt cheap but unfortunately, the nail polish was quite cui so it started chipping not long after I came home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R8aeBc8PzgI/AAAAAAAACXM/qUMtNej6nKg/s1600-h/CIMG6829.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R8aeBc8PzgI/AAAAAAAACXM/qUMtNej6nKg/s320/CIMG6829.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171994969867537922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My manicurist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R8adpc8PzfI/AAAAAAAACXE/yDJNTP7InyM/s1600-h/CIMG6832.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R8adpc8PzfI/AAAAAAAACXE/yDJNTP7InyM/s320/CIMG6832.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171994557550677490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My toes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R8adQ88PzeI/AAAAAAAACW8/NhonXUEFcxA/s1600-h/CIMG6835.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R8adQ88PzeI/AAAAAAAACW8/NhonXUEFcxA/s320/CIMG6835.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171994136643882466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Their first customer of the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R8aaUM8PzdI/AAAAAAAACW0/GPdycZBuMWo/s1600-h/CIMG6837.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R8aaUM8PzdI/AAAAAAAACW0/GPdycZBuMWo/s320/CIMG6837.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171990893943573970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back to check out slightly before 12 and deposited out luggage with them and scooted off for our Siam Square, MBK, Discovery Centre raid. Basically we wanted to shop that area only after we have gone through the cheap goods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R8aaCM8PzcI/AAAAAAAACWs/y739hO_WO5k/s1600-h/CIMG6838.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R8aaCM8PzcI/AAAAAAAACWs/y739hO_WO5k/s320/CIMG6838.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171990584705928642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mr Donut. I was too full to get Dunkin after that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R8aZuM8PzbI/AAAAAAAACWk/a3xksVBYICk/s1600-h/CIMG6840.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R8aZuM8PzbI/AAAAAAAACWk/a3xksVBYICk/s320/CIMG6840.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171990241108544946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Very silly, I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R8aZZ88PzaI/AAAAAAAACWc/60OUo55mEQI/s1600-h/CIMG6842.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R8aZZ88PzaI/AAAAAAAACWc/60OUo55mEQI/s320/CIMG6842.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171989893216193954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lunch - Thai restaurant at MBK. Familiar hor, Steph and Fang?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R8aSG88PzZI/AAAAAAAACWU/K2T1X7ayPw0/s1600-h/CIMG6849.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R8aSG88PzZI/AAAAAAAACWU/K2T1X7ayPw0/s320/CIMG6849.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171981870217285010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thai milk tea. Yums!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R8aRuM8PzYI/AAAAAAAACWM/SLyn9SgbGhQ/s1600-h/CIMG6851.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R8aRuM8PzYI/AAAAAAAACWM/SLyn9SgbGhQ/s320/CIMG6851.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171981445015522690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hee, the remains of my tom yum soup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Ok, we didn't really take a lot of photos on our last day cos we either lost the excitement or were simply too busy trying to grab last minute goods before its all too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed back to Samran Place for the last time to get our luggage and tried to get a cab. Sigh... getting a cab to the airport was the worst. They all tell you its peak hour, there's jam blah blah and quote seriously seriously ridiculous prices. We ended up paying the cabbie 400 plus (?), after bargaining with a few cabbies, which I still thought was insane but I didn't want to risk missing my flight or anything. In the end, we were way too early at the airport cos the whole jam bullshit was well, bullshit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know whats the best thing? The massage place lady boss told us she could help us get taxi at 300 baht when I was doing my manicure but I simply ignored her and totally forgot about it. Only recalled that conversation with her when I was reminded by my nails in Singapore. Oh well.. XIA! SOMETHING TO NOTE HERE! If you guys can't get taxi to the airport from Samran Place, go find the massage centre and ask if they can help. She told me its 300 baht. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R8aQz88PzWI/AAAAAAAACV8/ufJzKOlDHbU/s1600-h/DSC01644.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R8aQz88PzWI/AAAAAAAACV8/ufJzKOlDHbU/s320/DSC01644.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171980444288142690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;On the 400plus baht cab ride!&lt;br /&gt;Eager to go home, yet can't bear to leave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R8aQbs8PzVI/AAAAAAAACV0/aeEbXFpy8No/s1600-h/DSC01650.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R8aQbs8PzVI/AAAAAAAACV0/aeEbXFpy8No/s320/DSC01650.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171980027676314962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R8aQF88PzUI/AAAAAAAACVs/5oYJY_jKrN0/s1600-h/DSC01654.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R8aQF88PzUI/AAAAAAAACVs/5oYJY_jKrN0/s320/DSC01654.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171979654014160194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R8aMRc8PzTI/AAAAAAAACVk/cmCOYZTPrVM/s1600-h/DSC01657.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R8aMRc8PzTI/AAAAAAAACVk/cmCOYZTPrVM/s320/DSC01657.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171975453536144690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R8Z_PM8PzSI/AAAAAAAACVc/bQp4X0x-1rY/s1600-h/CIMG6856.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R8Z_PM8PzSI/AAAAAAAACVc/bQp4X0x-1rY/s320/CIMG6856.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171961121230277922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R8Z8g88PzRI/AAAAAAAACVU/U9M6NgGa7mE/s1600-h/CIMG6861.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R8Z8g88PzRI/AAAAAAAACVU/U9M6NgGa7mE/s320/CIMG6861.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171958127638072594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Our super weird dinner which was a mixture of German, Japanese and Hong Kong cuisines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R8aRUs8PzXI/AAAAAAAACWE/_Gu9ze1PkJU/s1600-h/CIMG6854.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R8aRUs8PzXI/AAAAAAAACWE/_Gu9ze1PkJU/s320/CIMG6854.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171981006928858482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Very pleased with myself in maximizing my baggage limit. :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had sooo much time to kill after checking in cos of the alleged jam so we roamed the new Bangkok airport and I made a very happy purchase at Coach from the untouched baht Dad gave me. I had to do him justice by helping him spend a little, you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally finally...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R8Z8Ls8PzQI/AAAAAAAACVM/0ngAk_EaTwA/s1600-h/CIMG6866.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R8Z8Ls8PzQI/AAAAAAAACVM/0ngAk_EaTwA/s320/CIMG6866.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171957762565852418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Boarding the plane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R8Z6hs8PzPI/AAAAAAAACVE/6SuwrlRwpKQ/s1600-h/CIMG6867.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R8Z6hs8PzPI/AAAAAAAACVE/6SuwrlRwpKQ/s320/CIMG6867.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171955941499718898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do you know how to operate the emergency exit?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R8Z5hs8PzMI/AAAAAAAACUs/lVTrROPnBbY/s1600-h/CIMG6868.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R8Z5hs8PzMI/AAAAAAAACUs/lVTrROPnBbY/s320/CIMG6868.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171954841988091074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Emergency exit seats means a whole lot more leg room!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R8Z3Sc8PzLI/AAAAAAAACUk/CF9Gsgz-pSk/s1600-h/CIMG6871.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R8Z3Sc8PzLI/AAAAAAAACUk/CF9Gsgz-pSk/s320/CIMG6871.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171952380971830450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My duty free buys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats about it, folks. Arrived in Singapore close to midnight. Mummy came to fetch us from Budget Terminal arrival hall, sent the boyfriend home and headed home ourselves. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17568695-8277223074837607817?l=purplepeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17568695/posts/default/8277223074837607817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17568695/posts/default/8277223074837607817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplepeg.blogspot.com/2008/02/20-feb-08.html' title='20 Feb 08'/><author><name>pEg</name><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/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R8aeBc8PzgI/AAAAAAAACXM/qUMtNej6nKg/s72-c/CIMG6829.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17568695.post-2775296154348858423</id><published>2008-02-26T00:09:00.020+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:58:55.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>18 Feb 08</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I clubbed with my Dad, beat that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, the alarm which I set on my calendar to call Yenfang did not go off, for whatever reason. I woke up to the "you're way too beautiful girl..." actual wake up alarm 2 hours later. :( I still have not figured out why the alarm didn't work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, breakfast was the same. Delon asked me if the orange juice was free flow, I have no freaking idea cos I did not intend to drink more than 1 glass at all. The coffee and tea were, by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pratunam market and Platinum were on the itinery so we set off for Pratunam market after breakfast. Pratunam was nostalgic as some of the stalls looked too familiar. I was trying hard to look for my 100 baht denim skirt stall but I guess its not there anymore. Things at these 2 places were pretty cheap as well, especially if you are getting 3 pieces and above. I wished my fellow girlies were there at that time cos it seemed pretty ridiculous to get 3 pieces of the same stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R8L16RhsjNI/AAAAAAAACUc/7F_58wVwbik/s1600-h/DSC01586.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R8L16RhsjNI/AAAAAAAACUc/7F_58wVwbik/s320/DSC01586.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170965703660702930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tell me this isn't your soft spot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R8L1ZRhsjMI/AAAAAAAACUU/uvg_PcstIig/s1600-h/DSC01592.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R8L1ZRhsjMI/AAAAAAAACUU/uvg_PcstIig/s320/DSC01592.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170965136725019842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My fav pic! In a lift in some random quiet mall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R8L1DRhsjLI/AAAAAAAACUM/kxviZnv4viY/s1600-h/DSC01598.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R8L1DRhsjLI/AAAAAAAACUM/kxviZnv4viY/s320/DSC01598.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170964758767897778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Looking all serious and concentrated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R8L0rxhsjKI/AAAAAAAACUE/wmwB9kIaO5Q/s1600-h/DSC01604.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R8L0rxhsjKI/AAAAAAAACUE/wmwB9kIaO5Q/s320/DSC01604.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170964355040971938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Streets of Pratunam market&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R8LzqRhsjJI/AAAAAAAACT8/s-D7Vu6iVtc/s1600-h/DSC01617.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R8LzqRhsjJI/AAAAAAAACT8/s-D7Vu6iVtc/s320/DSC01617.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170963229759540370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Platinum mall!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R8LzTRhsjII/AAAAAAAACT0/w-qgeeXxUFw/s1600-h/DSC01624.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R8LzTRhsjII/AAAAAAAACT0/w-qgeeXxUFw/s320/DSC01624.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170962834622549122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lunch at Platinum foodcourt. The corn was so huge I couldn't resist!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R8LxsBhsjFI/AAAAAAAACTc/7pTg1TBpgHQ/s1600-h/CIMG6799.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R8LxsBhsjFI/AAAAAAAACTc/7pTg1TBpgHQ/s320/CIMG6799.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170961060801055826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Super yummy coffee bun and crepe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R8Ly1RhsjHI/AAAAAAAACTs/zqDCUluRz1k/s1600-h/DSC01628.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R8Ly1RhsjHI/AAAAAAAACTs/zqDCUluRz1k/s320/DSC01628.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170962319226473586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lun! This pic is for you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Platinum proved to be a touristy place cos the cabbies all refused to go by meter again! So we decided to walk further away from it to get a cab but as we walked, we recognised some landmarks which proved that we were near our hotel so we just continued walking while he happily snapped pictures. The whole walk took us about 20 mins?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R8LyZhhsjGI/AAAAAAAACTk/RlVGBLcMEfg/s1600-h/DSC01638.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R8LyZhhsjGI/AAAAAAAACTk/RlVGBLcMEfg/s320/DSC01638.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170961842485103714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Walking back from Platinum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We dumped our loots and went down for a foot massage which came with some shoulder massage as well. Ahh... absolutely what I needed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R8LxShhsjEI/AAAAAAAACTU/joYp6eudmOg/s1600-h/CIMG6803.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R8LxShhsjEI/AAAAAAAACTU/joYp6eudmOg/s320/CIMG6803.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170960622714391618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Happy people, waiting to massage their tired feet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R8Lv9hhsjBI/AAAAAAAACTA/7EY7gx0N6ro/s1600-h/CIMG6804.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R8Lv9hhsjBI/AAAAAAAACTA/7EY7gx0N6ro/s320/CIMG6804.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170959162425510930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tattooed arms massaging those hairy legs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Arranged to meet up with Daddy for dinner. The initial plan was to go Yaowarat for seafood but Dad wants to bring us to Anna Cafe where I had my "birthday" there 3 years ago. Thought it would be a pretty cool place to show the boyfriend the once every 10 mins birthday song. All we had to do was to inform one of the waiter that it was someone's birthday and they would give you a free cake with a super loud birthday song from the whole ging gang of waiter. So they actually sang me a happy birthday song in April 2005. No checking of identification or anything, so almost every table had a birthday celebration going on when I was there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But turned out that Anna's Cafe was taken over by the MK group and had became a Thai fine dining restaurant. The place is quite nice and the food was pretty ok. Dad had 2 other friends who were there on a business trip and the bill for 5 of us came up to less than 100SGD, including a bottle of white wine, which we thought was quite cheap for that kind of ambiance and standard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R8LvhhhsjAI/AAAAAAAACS4/wsIZROE1Qgs/s1600-h/CIMG6814.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R8LvhhhsjAI/AAAAAAAACS4/wsIZROE1Qgs/s320/CIMG6814.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170958681389173762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Vday decor, while waiting for Daddy to pick us up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R8LvMBhsi_I/AAAAAAAACSw/oMx0TWEMD3I/s1600-h/CIMG6815.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R8LvMBhsi_I/AAAAAAAACSw/oMx0TWEMD3I/s320/CIMG6815.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170958312021986290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The atas Thai fine dining restaurant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R8Lunhhsi-I/AAAAAAAACSo/dOLymjsvAa0/s1600-h/CIMG6818.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R8Lunhhsi-I/AAAAAAAACSo/dOLymjsvAa0/s320/CIMG6818.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170957684956761058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Our food and wine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R8Lt0Bhsi9I/AAAAAAAACSg/ffj5Ml-JPkc/s1600-h/CIMG6820.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R8Lt0Bhsi9I/AAAAAAAACSg/ffj5Ml-JPkc/s320/CIMG6820.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170956800193498066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Self-entertaining when the 3 men went out for their after meal smoke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After dinner we followed Daddy back to his hotel to check out his Jacuzzi suite. Its like a boutique hotel, named Veronica Residence. His suite which came with a jacuzzi was only120SGD per night. It freaking big and posh comes with free wifi and everything. Good if you want something luxurious just that its not located near our usual favourite shopping areas but that area has its fair share of shopping centres, pubs and clubs as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R8Ltbxhsi8I/AAAAAAAACSY/rwzT9FFvSj0/s1600-h/CIMG6821.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R8Ltbxhsi8I/AAAAAAAACSY/rwzT9FFvSj0/s320/CIMG6821.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170956383581670338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bathroom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R8LtDhhsi7I/AAAAAAAACSQ/ggFpjHHzaYI/s1600-h/CIMG6823.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R8LtDhhsi7I/AAAAAAAACSQ/ggFpjHHzaYI/s320/CIMG6823.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170955966969842610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended the night with a clubbing session at club Santika at Sukhumvit. Its a nice place to hang out, with live band and super good service. We had beer and Chivas, and coupled with the wine over dinner, we got pretty high. It wasn't that hard for me to see my dad club. He was high, I was high too. His friends were more like entertaining him. Too bad we didn't bring any of our cameras along for clubbing cos we didn't know how the place was like hence went with as little things as possible. But it turned out that I felt totally safe and regretted like mad for not even bringing my camera phone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This clubbing session became the highlight of my trip because everytime someone asks me about my trip, I have to pause after saying " I went clubbing with my Dad" and continue after they finish ga-ing about it. So yes, its true, I clubbed with my papa, real papa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and chan left pretty early and cabbed back on our own, leaving Dad and his friends to party. We were pretty seh already lah. And I almost puked in the cab. If I did, it would be the driver's driving skills and not because I can't drink. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wouldn't want to know how much shitload nonsense my boyfriend said when he was high. I was composed enough to set the alarm, and set an extra one to check out, just in case we sleep through the first one. Changed into my PJ, plonked on the bed, observed the spinning ceiling, ignoring all his nonsense, and fell asleep. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of day 3!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17568695-2775296154348858423?l=purplepeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17568695/posts/default/2775296154348858423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17568695/posts/default/2775296154348858423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplepeg.blogspot.com/2008/02/18-feb-08.html' title='18 Feb 08'/><author><name>pEg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R8L16RhsjNI/AAAAAAAACUc/7F_58wVwbik/s72-c/DSC01586.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17568695.post-6612651221836419621</id><published>2008-02-24T22:31:00.024+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:58:58.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>17 Feb 08</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-weight: bold;"&gt;SHOP, EAT AND LIVE LIKE KING AND QUEEN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;We got up early (as compared to Singapore standards) and had our first meal in Bangkok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; Breakfast was simple. We got to choose 1 breakfast out of 6 and both of us had American&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; breakfast which includes eggs, sausages, ham, toast, tea/coffee and juice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R8GA_RhsikI/AAAAAAAACPc/rocu3wqJgH4/s1600-h/CIMG6727.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R8GA_RhsikI/AAAAAAAACPc/rocu3wqJgH4/s320/CIMG6727.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170555671722887746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I am not a breakfast person so the portion was pretty much more than enough for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After breakfast we set off for the four-faced buddha where I was trying to help Fang buy the stuff for her father and to get a money changer to exchange our other half of money cos a few sources told us the rates are better over at Bangkok, which wasn't true from what I saw. So anyway we managed to change for baht at Gaysorn Plaza. This Gaysorn Plaza turned out to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; our private joke throughout the trip because the way the reception pronounced it was pretty funny and we kept trying to imitate that nasal accent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R8GCnxhsilI/AAAAAAAACPk/De8C7Ym6iWQ/s1600-h/DSC01474.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R8GCnxhsilI/AAAAAAAACPk/De8C7Ym6iWQ/s320/DSC01474.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170557467019217490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt;Devote Buddhists at the famous four faced Buddha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;The morning was bright and sunny and awesome but it was then I realised that my RM5 sunglasses broke. :( Damn sad can. Although its super duper cheap but I really liked the design a lot. Then again I guess it has served me well and as you might have expected, I got a myself a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; replacement. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;After the whole Gaysorn joke, off we went to raid Chatuchak! D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;espite hearing stories about it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; being more touristy and pricey now, I still think that it is a must-go! Ther&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;e's nothing much to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; say, the place itself is self-explanatory. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R8GFfRhsipI/AAAAAAAACQE/Nc5Whv4GZe0/s1600-h/DSC01497.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R8GFfRhsipI/AAAAAAAACQE/Nc5Whv4GZe0/s320/DSC01497.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170560619525212818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;"&gt;Streets of Chatuchak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R8GIABhsiuI/AAAAAAAACQs/s6tXaju-SeA/s1600-h/CIMG6735.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R8GIABhsiuI/AAAAAAAACQs/s6tXaju-SeA/s320/CIMG6735.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170563381189184226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt;In my attempt to be environmental friendly, he said I made him look gay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R8GGNhhsiqI/AAAAAAAACQM/tn6dLSc9tIU/s1600-h/DSC01494.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R8GGNhhsiqI/AAAAAAAACQM/tn6dLSc9tIU/s320/DSC01494.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170561414094162594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;A chubby boy trying on 250 baht shirts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R8GGtxhsirI/AAAAAAAACQU/yKtBem2Ah-U/s1600-h/DSC01546.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R8GGtxhsirI/AAAAAAAACQU/yKtBem2Ah-U/s320/DSC01546.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170561968144943794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt;BAGS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R8GHIRhsisI/AAAAAAAACQc/SyTv4yydAag/s1600-h/DSC01538.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R8GHIRhsisI/AAAAAAAACQc/SyTv4yydAag/s320/DSC01538.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170562423411477186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt;SHOESSSS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R8GIpRhsivI/AAAAAAAACQ0/CJoo_oXOdVg/s1600-h/DSC01545.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R8GIpRhsivI/AAAAAAAACQ0/CJoo_oXOdVg/s320/DSC01545.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170564089858788082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt;The 'which one nicer' effects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Unfortunately the awesome weather did not hold. After 3 hours there, it rained. So we bidded Chatuchak a hasty goodbye and proceeded back to our hotel to dump our loots. By the time the cabbie got lost and went for a few detours, the sun was back when we got back. -_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we took a 5mins walk down the streets and had lunch at A&amp;amp;W!! Excited like mad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R8GJ-xhsiwI/AAAAAAAACQ8/7Ccg-O0vz-s/s1600-h/DSC01560.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R8GJ-xhsiwI/AAAAAAAACQ8/7Ccg-O0vz-s/s320/DSC01560.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170565558737603330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;The boy behind the camera made me stand outside till he is done with taking his shots, hence the face . But it turned out to be a nice one. :)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R8GKpRhsiyI/AAAAAAAACRM/mlVykf8F5Ic/s1600-h/CIMG6739.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R8GKpRhsiyI/AAAAAAAACRM/mlVykf8F5Ic/s320/CIMG6739.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170566288882043682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt;My fav! Mac's twister fries tasted so blah after I came home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R8GKVRhsixI/AAAAAAAACRE/jEypbI7kg7M/s1600-h/DSC01562.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R8GKVRhsixI/AAAAAAAACRE/jEypbI7kg7M/s320/DSC01562.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170565945284659986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Don't jeals, cheers! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Nothing beats a 9SGD full body massage after an afternoon of walking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R8GNyRhsi3I/AAAAAAAACR0/4B685KP8yH4/s1600-h/CIMG6762.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R8GNyRhsi3I/AAAAAAAACR0/4B685KP8yH4/s320/CIMG6762.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170569742035749746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt;Me in their silly massage outfit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Dinner was at Fuji Jap restaurant at Siam Paragon. Another reason to love Bangkok is for its cheap jap food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R8GOvhhsi4I/AAAAAAAACR8/AqWN4Nvs0_8/s1600-h/CIMG6778.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R8GOvhhsi4I/AAAAAAAACR8/AqWN4Nvs0_8/s320/CIMG6778.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170570794302737282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt;Our spread for 30plus SGD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R8GM6Bhsi2I/AAAAAAAACRs/cNh9T43tql8/s1600-h/CIMG6779.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R8GM6Bhsi2I/AAAAAAAACRs/cNh9T43tql8/s320/CIMG6779.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170568775668108130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;"&gt;Digging in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;We took the BTS  to Patpong.  The safest and most efficient transport around. You don't have to hold your breath everytime your cabbie changes lane or notice that his signal lights are all lit up, speedometer not working and has to break with the help of his handbrake. The BTS wouldn't bring you on detours deliberately and you wouldn't need to bargain with drivers who refused to go by the meter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R8GPgBhsi5I/AAAAAAAACSE/R4bskGsXGkA/s1600-h/CIMG6789.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R8GPgBhsi5I/AAAAAAAACSE/R4bskGsXGkA/s320/CIMG6789.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170571627526392722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt;Us on the BTS. The couplish outfit wasn't intentional.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, Patpong isn't a red light district. Ok, yes it is, but its more like a ka tourist place to me and I hate places filled with tourists. A check with the prices tells me that things are about 2-3 times more expensive. And taxis picking up passengers there refused to go by meter, ALL of them. And they quote prices which can probably bring you around Bangkok city 10 times. Super irritating, but paying the cabbie a flat rate also meant that one look at the map, he would bring us to the right place without making detours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;We walked around abit, with people showing you a piece of cardboard which reads "VCD, DVD Sex" and people asking you to watch pussy do funny stunts. Damn irritating, every few steps someone comes up to you and invite you to watch the female's part do stunts. After a while we got clever and learnt to reject them by lying that we watched already. By the way their porno collection is quite updated cos I saw Edison's face on some of the CD covers. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We chilled at a beer garden with Chang and Heineken and people watched, and just letting time whooze pass. Drinking together rarely occur in Singapore being the car whores and law abiding citizens we are, so the drinking part is in itself a being on holiday thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There wasn't anything much to do there so we left pretty early and had an early night since I planned to call Yenfang the next morning before her departure (which sadly, I didn't).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17568695-6612651221836419621?l=purplepeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17568695/posts/default/6612651221836419621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17568695/posts/default/6612651221836419621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplepeg.blogspot.com/2008/02/17-feb-08.html' title='17 Feb 08'/><author><name>pEg</name><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/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R8GA_RhsikI/AAAAAAAACPc/rocu3wqJgH4/s72-c/CIMG6727.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17568695.post-8690470401821671989</id><published>2008-02-20T15:54:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:58:59.709+08:00</updated><title type='text'>16 Feb 08</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Arrival&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our flight was supposed to be at 6.10pm, so we left at 4pm and reach Budget Terminal at about 4.30 pm. On arrival, I saw the the siannest thing in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R7ve4BhsibI/AAAAAAAACOU/Y-XqZ2wzAYM/s1600-h/CIMG6698.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R7ve4BhsibI/AAAAAAAACOU/Y-XqZ2wzAYM/s320/CIMG6698.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168970051401583026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flight delayed for one hour. So we checked in and went for an airport tour. Took a shuttle bus to T2, walked around, and took the skytrain to T3, walked around, drank some tea/coffee plus toast at Wang Jiao. Fang, I went to buy a lanyard from mini toons for my camera too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R7vgHhhsicI/AAAAAAAACOc/fdBMyvwNED0/s1600-h/CIMG6701.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R7vgHhhsicI/AAAAAAAACOc/fdBMyvwNED0/s320/CIMG6701.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168971417201183170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R7vgyhhsidI/AAAAAAAACOk/lyTqj5KfOGc/s1600-h/CIMG6705.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R7vgyhhsidI/AAAAAAAACOk/lyTqj5KfOGc/s320/CIMG6705.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168972155935558098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At Wang Jiao, I realised the pair of black jellies I was wearing tore. :( But as you can see from below, I took the sign well and came back feeling like a centipede. :) Luckily I had my birks in my laggauge to change into upon landing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R7vhyxhsieI/AAAAAAAACOs/BjxfOVYrQbw/s1600-h/CIMG6703.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R7vhyxhsieI/AAAAAAAACOs/BjxfOVYrQbw/s320/CIMG6703.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168973259742153186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After our coffee/tea, we headed back to BT and monkeyed around abit more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R72O5hhsijI/AAAAAAAACPU/1p2oWcIVjqE/s1600-h/DSC01410.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R72O5hhsijI/AAAAAAAACPU/1p2oWcIVjqE/s320/DSC01410.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169445066194586162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R72OhBhsiiI/AAAAAAAACPM/VUXtKxaZO8c/s1600-h/DSC01409.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R72OhBhsiiI/AAAAAAAACPM/VUXtKxaZO8c/s320/DSC01409.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169444645287791138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R7vibhhsifI/AAAAAAAACO0/645J1Rax0XQ/s1600-h/CIMG6709.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R7vibhhsifI/AAAAAAAACO0/645J1Rax0XQ/s320/CIMG6709.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168973959821822450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flight went well, departed punctually and everything was smooth. Managed to get some sleep and arrived at Suvarnabhumi Airport as per scheduled, took a taxi to Samran Place whereby the cabbie got lost, whether intentionally or not we wouldn't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Checked in, dump our stuff and out we went to Saphan Phut night market. It's near Chao Phraya River which is quite a distance from Pratunam area (about 80-100 baht taxi fare) but we got a very good cabbie who doubled as a guide and intro us to a few markets we passed by in his very limited English. Could tell that this market was more for locals and we looked kinda out of place, expecially with his huge camera slinging around his neck. But it also means that the things are cheap and it helps if you could speak abit of Thai (or bring a calculator along) cos some people there can't speak a bit of English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R7xYAxhsihI/AAAAAAAACPE/GdiY0Cxa0l4/s1600-h/n570627165_579992_2887.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R7xYAxhsihI/AAAAAAAACPE/GdiY0Cxa0l4/s320/n570627165_579992_2887.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169103242632399378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The stalls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R7xXQRhsigI/AAAAAAAACO8/RN1gcFxKexM/s1600-h/n570627165_579993_3125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R7xXQRhsigI/AAAAAAAACO8/RN1gcFxKexM/s320/n570627165_579993_3125.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169102409408743938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And yes, they have a pet stall there :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The market was so big but we only walked about half of it cos we didn't feel right venturing in deeper as it got later. I would recommend Saphan Phut Night Market! Just dress down, and try to blend in with the locals it should be ok. They look pretty harmless but still to be safe, good to have guys around. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed back to hotel to watch the red devils kick some arses (pun intended) in monotonous Thai commentary. You wouldn't be able to tell that there's goal just by listening, unlike those we always watch back home. But its quite funny lah, listening to the Thai version of "Nani" and "Rooney". The always like to drag their "neeeeeeeee". Lol. I fell asleep after the 3rd goal, shortly after Arsenal was 1 man down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats for day 1.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17568695-8690470401821671989?l=purplepeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17568695/posts/default/8690470401821671989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17568695/posts/default/8690470401821671989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplepeg.blogspot.com/2008/02/16-feb-08.html' title='16 Feb 08'/><author><name>pEg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R7ve4BhsibI/AAAAAAAACOU/Y-XqZ2wzAYM/s72-c/CIMG6698.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17568695.post-1970201101130674735</id><published>2008-02-20T02:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T03:10:40.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home :)</title><content type='html'>Consolidating what I bought:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;3 pairs of shoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 pair of sandals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 pair of slippers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;3 pairs of shorts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;17 tops/dress&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;3 bags&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2 pairs of earrings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;6 bangles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;4 watches&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sunglass&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Random things like hairband, pouches and the cover for earphones.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I really need more hangers. The most expensive item was 350 baht (15SGD) I think. Most were below 10 anyway. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am such a happy girl! Plus I went to get a Coach wristlet from the airport, courtesy of Daddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will return with details, after we get our photos sorted out. :))))))))))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17568695-1970201101130674735?l=purplepeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17568695/posts/default/1970201101130674735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17568695/posts/default/1970201101130674735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplepeg.blogspot.com/2008/02/home.html' title='Home :)'/><author><name>pEg</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17568695.post-1288769039070472254</id><published>2008-02-15T13:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T13:39:39.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'>P.S I Love You</title><content type='html'>I hate Valentine’s Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, this is coming from someone who is happily and blissfully attached and enjoys romances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my 3rd valentine’s day with him. Very fast hor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this day is just way too commercialized for me to handle. To me, its just a chance for florist and restaurants extort your money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We planned to watch P.S I love you so we bought the tickets for the 9.30pm show at Lot 1 before deciding what to do in the evening.  We really only wanted a simple affair. I requested for no flowers, no presents and told him I’d rather use that money in Bangkok instead. He, obviously, happily agreed. We wanted a normal dinner somewhere nearby as well, so suggestions included Jack’s place at BPP, chicken chop and/or tze char from 163 coffee or da baoing to my place since no one was at home. We ended up deciding on Galbiat cos I was thinking of their awesome apple pie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rail mall was surprising packed. I could see a lot of couples who also only wanted simple affairs cos majority of girls there weren’t holding on to any bouquets. I thought I was at the right place. So we headed for Galbiat, managed to get a table before realizing that they were having a compulsory valentine’s day set dinner. We thought it wasn’t worth it so we left. Sigh.. my apple pie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended up at this Thai restaurant despite flying in 2 days time. But what disappointed me was their service. They obviously couldn’t cope! My appetizer only came after we totally cleaned up the plates of our main dishes and rice. So it became dessert instead. -_- Sian diao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I decided that I wouldn’t dine out on Valentine’s Day anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it, this is actually the first time I was at a commercialized place on Valentine’s Day. Well, even Rail Mall was commercialized. Last year we had home made steak at Peg’s kitchen. Haha. The year before (2006) we were at Shore, in the far far east of Singapore, with the sea breeze blowing into our faces and aeroplanes taking off or landing above our heads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2005… I was attached but army took my then boyfriend away on outfield. [spot the pun in this sentence?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2004… I really couldn’t remember, other than myself baking cookies for a lot of people. And the S82 guys got all the girls roses. Sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2003… Ah ha! The most happening yet pathetic Valentine ’s Day with Steph and Yenfang selling flowers on the streets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sec school days were too far away, and I could only remember one significant Valentine ’s Day which is probably insignificant by now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope all you guys had your share of fun during Valentine’s Day too! I enjoyed P.S I love you though it wasn’t really realistic and abit creepy at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Officially my last day at KPMG and the first and last time I am typing a post using this lao ya pok super duper heavy HP laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, I am flying tmr! You see, luckily I was kanchiong spider. I totally had no time to pack these few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos another time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17568695-1288769039070472254?l=purplepeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17568695/posts/default/1288769039070472254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17568695/posts/default/1288769039070472254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplepeg.blogspot.com/2008/02/ps-i-love-you.html' title='P.S I Love You'/><author><name>pEg</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17568695.post-8559160501613804603</id><published>2008-02-13T21:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T22:14:56.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sawadeekaa!</title><content type='html'>Wow! Daddy is flying Bangkok on Sunday and coming back on Tuesday (as well), at about the same time. We were so close to taking the same flight. If only I didn't realise a better deal with Tiger, we'll be on the same flight back on Jetstar man. I am going to meet him there for some partying and hopefully a big feast. Hiak hiak hiak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He brought a new girlfriend for dinner today who said Ah Ma's food were a-loi. This time round he is testing the Thai market. Sick of chinese speaking girls I guess. He is apparently going Bangkok to attend her graduation ceremony. Used to it already. Apparently he says his ex is with Robin Leong now and a friend scolded her for being stupid cos (according to the friend) Robin is a jerk. Hahaha. It sounded damn retarded lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, enough of him. I started packing yesterday and Chan laughed at me for being a kanchiong spider. -_- Very funny meh? It doesn't hurt to be better prepared right right right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, I am off to lose some of the ba kwa to free up space for tom yam and phat thai!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17568695-8559160501613804603?l=purplepeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17568695/posts/default/8559160501613804603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17568695/posts/default/8559160501613804603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplepeg.blogspot.com/2008/02/sawadeekaa.html' title='Sawadeekaa!'/><author><name>pEg</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17568695.post-9125262879357059269</id><published>2008-02-11T00:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T00:46:56.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm sorry baby!</title><content type='html'>This 4 days of CNY ended in an all time low. I am still feeling sad over the scratches, and perhaps escaping. The fortune teller who helped to choose the colour of jazzy baby based on our 8 characters sucks. Adds on to my reasons for not trusting those people. I'm not just saying this cos of this incident alone, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it doesn't help losing money!! In between is a lousy game. Ok, I am just being grouchy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a self driving ban till I come back from my holiday, which isn't too long actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will blog about happier things another time. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17568695-9125262879357059269?l=purplepeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17568695/posts/default/9125262879357059269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17568695/posts/default/9125262879357059269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplepeg.blogspot.com/2008/02/im-sorry-baby.html' title='I&apos;m sorry baby!'/><author><name>pEg</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17568695.post-2512204521662613358</id><published>2008-02-09T14:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:58:59.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'>阿杰加油！</title><content type='html'>We, the midnight movie couple caught Ah Long Pte Ltd and Kung Fu Dunk on the first and second night of chinese new year respectively. I think I would give Ah Long 2/5 and Kung Fu 3/5. Will watch CJ7 too, changed my mind cos apparently people are saying that its the best out of the 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quite like Kung Fu Dunk, tears kinda welled up at the end during the Zeng Ziwei and Jay's scene. Very predictable plot and the qian kun da mo yi shit was lame though. Ah Long was lame shit and not as funny as uncle Jack's other movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R61RfhhsiaI/AAAAAAAACOM/elB6nz53ubE/s1600-h/DSC00275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R61RfhhsiaI/AAAAAAAACOM/elB6nz53ubE/s200/DSC00275.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164873949681322402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anyway, I caught Kung Fu Dunk a few minutes after the clock strikes 12 for Huijie's birthday. I messaged my butty bud before the show and so coincidentally, Jay's character, Ah Jie's jersey number is 5. I was like wow, so qiao. Ya lah, I actually took note of such details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was exactly 4 years ago I made my first cheesecake (which was damn cui) and it felt like just last year. How not to feel old?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy burfday to youuuuuuu! 很老了！&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17568695-2512204521662613358?l=purplepeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17568695/posts/default/2512204521662613358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17568695/posts/default/2512204521662613358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplepeg.blogspot.com/2008/02/blog-post_09.html' title='阿杰加油！'/><author><name>pEg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R61RfhhsiaI/AAAAAAAACOM/elB6nz53ubE/s72-c/DSC00275.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17568695.post-6509990565929102696</id><published>2008-02-07T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T21:09:46.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>新年快乐！</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;小女子恭祝大家新年进步 ，心想事成，万事如意。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;最重要是身体健康，不要乱乱早生贵子！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;發啊！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Every year's pretty much the same. Today I found out that the TAB SLK MP person is actually my relative!! Like my mum's cousin's son or something like that. Someone whom I see every year and I still happily say Happy New Year to him until the boyfriend came and tell me that he is the guy. Oh well, some people do look different in uniform. He did recognise me at Tengah that time just that he was on duty hence cannot say hi. Since he is sort of my cousin, I am taking back what I said about him on National Day. HAHAHA! Nice car there dude!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17568695-6509990565929102696?l=purplepeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17568695/posts/default/6509990565929102696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17568695/posts/default/6509990565929102696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplepeg.blogspot.com/2008/02/blog-post.html' title='新年快乐！'/><author><name>pEg</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17568695.post-5081937874200403138</id><published>2008-02-03T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T21:25:43.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'>6am</title><content type='html'>This skin was done at 6am because I couldn't sleep. Then I woke up at 11 to prepare for the steamboat. Today's attendance was pretty awesome but I did not take a single photo because my hands were busy with either eating, refilling food, hoping for blackjack or washing tiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am super shag now due to the lack of sleep. I think I lost abit, and gave my mum 10 bucks accidentally in the midst of exchanging for coins. Couldn't think properly. Luck was so-so. zi mo a ping hu, had a 5 tai from Derik, reciprocated by giving one to him as well, brushed on to Den's luck of drawing a picture card when I had 12 points on hand but couldn't brush any of his twice in a row blackjack, 16 points with 4 cards and stupidly went for the 5th when I was the banker, Den throwing out a kang tile, Jianwei always blur blur, kena scolded but still can win, Siewyu has to kang once every 2 games and thats about it I could remember. I tell you this Den and Jian have way tooo many classic moment over mahjong that I will remember and bring up for a very long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, the chinese new year gambling has started. I'll make sure I sleep enough the next time round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was trying to finish our leftovers with Mum when there was a short circuit and caused a blackout because the soup got onto the wire of the steamboat or something. It was quite cool when it suddenly turned dark and everything seemed to pause. Told ya this will be the last year we are using this steamboat. It is due for retirement already lah. My starhub cable box broke down because of the blackout, the technician will be coming on Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm gonna hit the sack soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17568695-5081937874200403138?l=purplepeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17568695/posts/default/5081937874200403138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17568695/posts/default/5081937874200403138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplepeg.blogspot.com/2008/02/6am.html' title='6am'/><author><name>pEg</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17568695.post-6505055239878258339</id><published>2008-01-31T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T22:44:33.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Went jogging</title><content type='html'>Lo and behold, after 2 year and 3 weeks together and million times of pure mentioning about going jogging, we finally did it today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All thanks to my big mouth. I don't know which wire went wrong to suggest it this afternoon, then I couldn't take it back anymore. Like how you say certain things and caused certain effects and wished you never said it. You know you know? My excuses ranges from "I can't ran in specs" to "We had chicken for dinner" but none worked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather was good and I am glad he dragged me out to sweat it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were talking about transport arrangements to and fro Changi Airport for our upcoming trip, curious about how the budget terminal will be like when something struck me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terminal 3! I was reminded by a little joke of an attempt to crash the place. Oh well.. those were the days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17568695-6505055239878258339?l=purplepeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17568695/posts/default/6505055239878258339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17568695/posts/default/6505055239878258339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplepeg.blogspot.com/2008/01/went-jogging.html' title='Went jogging'/><author><name>pEg</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17568695.post-6546157941203240020</id><published>2008-01-30T22:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:59:00.411+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nerdishgal86</title><content type='html'>Transformed into a toot today cos there's something hurting my eye. As per the tele-conversation between the boyfriend and his optom godpa, its like a blister thingy on my eyeball. Wow, blister on the eyeball! If the boyfriend's description was correctly understood by his godpa, the blister like thingy should go away in 2-3 days time. Banned from contact lenses for the rest of the week (only, i hope)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone started nagging about over wearing my contact lenses and not rubbing them properly, or at all for that matter. To me, it is another step closer to deciding to do lasik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 person turned 22 today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R6CR4vWT05I/AAAAAAAACNY/ZN8D941kf68/s1600-h/DSC00358.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R6CR4vWT05I/AAAAAAAACNY/ZN8D941kf68/s320/DSC00358.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161285576935330706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(check out the date and time. my photo uploading can't get any more efficient)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R6CSNfWT06I/AAAAAAAACNg/QNfjTdA5_c8/s1600-h/DSC00180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R6CSNfWT06I/AAAAAAAACNg/QNfjTdA5_c8/s320/DSC00180.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161285933417616290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;HAAPPYYY BIRTHDAYYYYY &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PENNY&lt;/span&gt; AND &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CHAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17568695-6546157941203240020?l=purplepeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17568695/posts/default/6546157941203240020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17568695/posts/default/6546157941203240020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplepeg.blogspot.com/2008/01/nerdishgal86.html' title='Nerdishgal86'/><author><name>pEg</name><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/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R6CR4vWT05I/AAAAAAAACNY/ZN8D941kf68/s72-c/DSC00358.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17568695.post-8492800811536400426</id><published>2008-01-29T10:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T11:07:40.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tattoo</title><content type='html'>Here I am sitting at one of the cubicles of Tricor, alone. No senior, whoever. Just me, alone, a MI plucking lead sheet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The morning has been peaceful. Keep it that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My current most listened to song:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jordin Sparks Tattoo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No matter what you say about love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I keep coming back for more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Keep my hand in the fire&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sooner or later, I'll get what I'm asking for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No matter what you say about life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I learn every time I bleed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That truth is a stranger&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Soul is in danger, I gotta let my spirit be free&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To admit that I'm wrong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And then change my mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sorry but I have to move on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And leave you behind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't waste time so give it a moment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I realize, nothing's broken&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No need to worry 'bout everything I've done&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Live every second like it was my last one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't look back at a new direction&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I loved you once, needed protection&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You're still a part of everything I do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You're on my heart just like a tattoo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Just like a tattoo, I'll always have you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll always have you, I'll always have you)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm sick of playing all of these games&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's not about taking sides&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When I looked in the mirror, didn't deliver&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It hurt enough to think that I could&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Stop, admit that I'm wrong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And then change my mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sorry but I gotta be strong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And leave you behind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17568695-8492800811536400426?l=purplepeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17568695/posts/default/8492800811536400426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17568695/posts/default/8492800811536400426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplepeg.blogspot.com/2008/01/tattoo.html' title='Tattoo'/><author><name>pEg</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17568695.post-1869956190528153840</id><published>2008-01-27T22:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:59:00.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendship</title><content type='html'>Met up with Chanchos on Friday night for a sort of farewell and advance birthday party for Yenfang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, the whole night, and the whole of Saturday, these 2 lines kept appearing in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;时间已做好选择，什么人叫做朋友&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R5yQdPWT01I/AAAAAAAACM4/1ruaqav4toU/s1600-h/DSC00313.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R5yQdPWT01I/AAAAAAAACM4/1ruaqav4toU/s320/DSC00313.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160158105070457682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How apt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although how the guys eventually got close to us is still a mystery, I am glad it all happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the reason I showed up at Chevron with a purple balloon last night is 'cos the balloon was distributed by a small boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R5yRJvWT02I/AAAAAAAACNA/h4vGC5Az28Y/s1600-h/DSC00353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R5yRJvWT02I/AAAAAAAACNA/h4vGC5Az28Y/s320/DSC00353.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160158869574636386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R5yTk_WT04I/AAAAAAAACNQ/Ka64Ssw2Zfs/s1600-h/DSC00348.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R5yTk_WT04I/AAAAAAAACNQ/Ka64Ssw2Zfs/s320/DSC00348.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160161536749327234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a big draw of adults, taking balloons from this small boy. What a marketing strategy but I don't really like the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R5yRoPWT03I/AAAAAAAACNI/FNuyLY_SvPw/s1600-h/DSC00346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R5yRoPWT03I/AAAAAAAACNI/FNuyLY_SvPw/s320/DSC00346.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160159393560646514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were at Vivo's pet shop and the boyfriend can't stop telling me how much he likes this dog. According to him, the look on a bulldog makes him happy, because when he sees it, he just wanna laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so not gonna own a dog with him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17568695-1869956190528153840?l=purplepeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17568695/posts/default/1869956190528153840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17568695/posts/default/1869956190528153840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplepeg.blogspot.com/2008/01/friendship.html' title='Friendship'/><author><name>pEg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R5yQdPWT01I/AAAAAAAACM4/1ruaqav4toU/s72-c/DSC00313.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17568695.post-1133434251090035405</id><published>2008-01-22T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:59:02.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh holiday</title><content type='html'>Everything's confirmed regarding our Bangkok trip. We are flying late Saturday afternoon and returning in the late night of Tuesday. Means I wouldn't be able to send Yenfang off to Shanghai. But don't worry girl, the thailand sim card you gave me will be put to good use ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made a trip down to Chinatown today, and so happen to bump into the Thaipusam event on the road. And it just makes me wonder how many Singaporeans had actually learnt to appreciate such things before we go oohhahh-ing when we travel and lament on how boring Singapore is. I was just looking at the ang mohs with their SLR cameras shooting at the stalls in Chinatown's festive mood and asking myself how different I would feel witnessing a Thaipusam ritual in say, India, rather than in Singapore. Very different I guess. Its all in the mind, people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R5YHb4meoaI/AAAAAAAACMI/ebI-9cVuu2o/s1600-h/DSC00283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R5YHb4meoaI/AAAAAAAACMI/ebI-9cVuu2o/s320/DSC00283.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158318598831120802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the visit to Chinatown got me into the Chinese New Year mood, finally. Just that I was abit disappointed with the "variety" of goodies they sell. Most of them were selling taiwanese mochi and jelly. Sigh.. such evolution to new year goodies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R5YH-ImeobI/AAAAAAAACMQ/nKDbVW75SeM/s1600-h/DSC00284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R5YH-ImeobI/AAAAAAAACMQ/nKDbVW75SeM/s320/DSC00284.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158319187241640370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw this sign and I thought it was quite interesting. I am just an easily amused Singaporean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY! Chan got touted by a hooker! Hahaha! I was 5m away looking at something else and this lady went up to him and asked "have you heard of the latest promotion?" My god, he should have asked her for the details of the so called promotion cos I AM CURIOUS! Heard, or read somewhere before that the ladies in Chinatown were offering some kind of Chinese New Year promotion. Aren't you curious what kind of promotion they have? Like a buy 1 get 1 free, or sign up for 10 sessions and I give you a special rate like what facial palours do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-e098e9ac8b363e0d" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De098e9ac8b363e0d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331046026%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7F2C8199C74E2626C75DCCE83D0D35A2F3317392.434BFFE57DFF9F336DB43EB41A690AA3AEC9711B%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De098e9ac8b363e0d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DaHXU1L4DPXpehayd7AFMmC-YZAg&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De098e9ac8b363e0d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331046026%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7F2C8199C74E2626C75DCCE83D0D35A2F3317392.434BFFE57DFF9F336DB43EB41A690AA3AEC9711B%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De098e9ac8b363e0d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DaHXU1L4DPXpehayd7AFMmC-YZAg&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, we saw this uncle in shirt and pants dancing to the tune of another uncle's singing. What a basker! The vid is unclear but you can roughly see the uncle's awesome dance moves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took another vid, in the car, of my silly boyfriend singing his air force school song. That totally cracked me up but he says I can't post it. :( He is on course now and attends classes at AFS everyday. So now we have a role reversal of me working and him having to study for quizzes and exams. So weird. And yah, he happened to be telling about having to recite the national pledge, RSAF 9 commandment, specialist creed and sing the AFS song twice a week and telling me how hard it was to recall all these in a few days and started showing me literally how mouthful the lyrics of his school song is. Then he couldn't stop singing and kept repeating the mouthful part of tenacity, competency and some other big words throughout the whole journey at bukit timah.  It probably sounds lame here but I really couldn't stop laughing. Such a pity he doesn't allow me to post it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some other recent happenings:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R5YMeYmeocI/AAAAAAAACMY/JcZHtLkIsLc/s1600-h/DSC02497.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R5YMeYmeocI/AAAAAAAACMY/JcZHtLkIsLc/s320/DSC02497.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158324139338932674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We went for a double date over a professional basketball match and dinner at Lagoon 2 weekends ago. The match was so-so but it was free anyway. And it was the company that matters, considering that it was the first time me and Shiyin met up after the chalet :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching the basketball match made me miss those SA days. Have been a superrrrr long time since I saw HuiJie and Ivan played.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a smooth transition to my next few photos. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R5YOLImeofI/AAAAAAAACMw/G6PygJr-cx8/s1600-h/DSC00277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R5YOLImeofI/AAAAAAAACMw/G6PygJr-cx8/s320/DSC00277.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158326007649706482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Went for dinner with them on Sat and really enjoyed the almost-doing-nothing session with them. Sadly, this was the only decent photo we had. All thanks to Ivan and Steph trying to cut each other off. You see, even this photo was supposed to end at Yenfang but Steph somehow came to join me in front and totally ruined Ivan's plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R5YN3ImeoeI/AAAAAAAACMo/qsvHzsgwAjU/s1600-h/DSC00278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R5YN3ImeoeI/AAAAAAAACMo/qsvHzsgwAjU/s320/DSC00278.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158325664052322786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My fangfang and My stephie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R5YNaImeodI/AAAAAAAACMg/DFR2R9PBdh0/s1600-h/DSC00275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R5YNaImeodI/AAAAAAAACMg/DFR2R9PBdh0/s320/DSC00275.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158325165836116434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and my MVP!&lt;br /&gt;We hardly take such a not too bad shot, so must show!&lt;br /&gt;(ahem, single and available!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17568695-1133434251090035405?l=purplepeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=e098e9ac8b363e0d&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17568695/posts/default/1133434251090035405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17568695/posts/default/1133434251090035405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplepeg.blogspot.com/2008/01/oh-holiday.html' title='Oh holiday'/><author><name>pEg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R5YHb4meoaI/AAAAAAAACMI/ebI-9cVuu2o/s72-c/DSC00283.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17568695.post-6434453046139868725</id><published>2008-01-21T10:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T10:42:17.099+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday afternoon, Yirong messaged me to ask me if I knew who’s Jiaren. I thought it was just another “it’s a small world” occasion. She forgot to reply me after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night I was doing my routine blog visiting and found out the news on Xia’s blog. Then found the cause from Min’s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I understood Eunice’s MSN nick and why Yirong asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another acquaintant’s life is taken away on the road. In primary school your Chinese teacher taught you that the road is like a tiger’s mouth, you think it’s a funny metaphor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drive safely, people. And when I say these 2 words, I think of Gavin. Drive safely!! And ban bikes, forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life can really be so fragile. Every incident reinforces that into my mind. It is really &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; fragile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17568695-6434453046139868725?l=purplepeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17568695/posts/default/6434453046139868725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17568695/posts/default/6434453046139868725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplepeg.blogspot.com/2008/01/yesterday-afternoon-yirong-messaged-me.html' title=''/><author><name>pEg</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17568695.post-6926644486396665878</id><published>2008-01-18T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:59:02.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The 6th week of internship</title><content type='html'>Days in KPMG definitely seemed to pass faster than the days in F&amp;amp;N. Life in KP for me is far from what it is known for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would say this is the best week. Client's at Science Park, the nicest accountants I have encountered so far. I get shooed off by my senior at 5.30+ and have a colleague to share a cab and send me home. Because of this convenience, I am super lazy to go out and end up reaching home early everyday to watch &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;手足&lt;/span&gt;，random 8pm show/deal or no deal and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;黄金路&lt;/span&gt;, and lights out at 10 plus 11.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed to get a hair cut too. But it doesn't feel any different except that it is like 10times lighter now. I really really have the urge to cut my hair short short. Probably like shoulder length? Well, I guess I will never do it. Oh btw, I like the way Felicia Chin's hair is done up in &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;黄金路 &lt;/span&gt;just that it makes her face look weird from certain angle. Kinda hate my hair now cos it looks more like straight bad hair day which qiao rather than wavy. Which makes me want to cut it short short even more cos thats the only way I can get back my straight hair without looking like an ah lian. Alternatively would be to go for another perm. Ok, I am at it again. Shut up and live with it first.&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R5C19YmeoZI/AAAAAAAACMA/Us_fp1PUQLU/s1600-h/131583-mbair_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R5C19YmeoZI/AAAAAAAACMA/Us_fp1PUQLU/s320/131583-mbair_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156821639519707538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This latest toy in town makes me wanna smash my Lenovo so that I can have an excuse to get a new laptop. I am talking like money falls from the sky. Now is the worse time to request anything from my dad if I want my desired budget for exchange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yah, I need to go shopping for CNY too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell you this Zhicheng and Gavin are getting out of hand. Gavin Tan is damn uncle. My ears are bursting, they are like screaming into my phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gone to conference with the uncles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17568695-6926644486396665878?l=purplepeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17568695/posts/default/6926644486396665878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17568695/posts/default/6926644486396665878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplepeg.blogspot.com/2008/01/6th-week-of-internship.html' title='The 6th week of internship'/><author><name>pEg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R5C19YmeoZI/AAAAAAAACMA/Us_fp1PUQLU/s72-c/131583-mbair_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17568695.post-2184023547163419138</id><published>2008-01-14T09:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T10:39:09.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In a just-wanna-blog mood</title><content type='html'>Random stuff:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the people on exchange in Europe are back home. Have seen Dicky and Ben so far, and heard from JJ. Thanks for the call on saturday morning ah JJ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Into the 6th week of internship. Can't wait to get back to school. KP delayed our pay. ARGH! I finally couldn't stand the ambiguity and called up the HR. It is coming in tmr. Hurryyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The daily cab fare is draining me dry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Bangkok trip is 90% confirmed. We have been sourcing for the best deals and have more or less decided on Jet Star and Samran Place Hotel. All we need now is for him to go collect his passport, then we can make our bookings already! I can't wait, seriously. Already had my itinery planned out. Abit too kan cheong spider, I know, but I can't help it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another step has also been taken for the June Hong Kong trip with Chanchos. At least now we have a date. Might be spending my 22nd birthday there. Wheeeeee. All we need now is for our dear Shanghai-mei-to-be to arrive in Shanghai and get her visa done before we get down to the actual booking. Did a little browse on hotels in Hong Kong and they are freaking expensive. Well, because I was doing my Bangkok hotel sourcing at the same time. I am getting my 3 star Samran Place for about 40+ SGD per night (even Baiyoke Suite is only 70SGD) but a 3 star hotel in Kowloon is about 150-200 SGD. Freaking insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its also time to start doing some work for exchange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these are getting me super hyped up. :)))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17568695-2184023547163419138?l=purplepeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17568695/posts/default/2184023547163419138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17568695/posts/default/2184023547163419138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplepeg.blogspot.com/2008/01/in-just-wanna-blog-mood.html' title='In a just-wanna-blog mood'/><author><name>pEg</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17568695.post-1152000218551585473</id><published>2008-01-09T11:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T11:57:09.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'>8 Jan 08</title><content type='html'>Visited Dr Chin again, for real. He decided that I needed antibiotics this time round, refilled my cough syrup (yucky as usual) and gave me a different flu pill. Another piece of MC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slept the afternoon. Cough syrup is yucky and drowsy, which makes it double yucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We headed for our spa at The Ultimate at CSC Bukit Batok in the evening. The massage was damn shiok. My shoulders are super stiff and painful, as usual. She was pressing this point on my shoulder so hard I can still feel it now. A very stiff point, she said, had to loosen it. I chose Javanese, which was firm and "more deep tissue pressing" and he took Balinese, which is supposedly gentler. His masseur added a Thai touch with some twisting and cracking of bones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The package comes with a tie for him, a bra from Blush! which I have to go redeem at the outlet, a bottle of red wine, a bouquet of flowers and a full body scrub and a one hour massage each - all for only 89 bucks. Super worth it. Not to mention, they serve very nice ginger tea as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you received the brochure in your monthly UOB statement, keep it and go for it! Its some Valentine's Day promotion. Only for first time customers. Do you think we will be able to pass off as first timers if we go to another branch, using another UOB card?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed for our late dinner at BaliThai at West Mall. I told him I feel like a school kid celebrating anniversary at West Mall. Eating at a fast food joint would make the whole thing super nostalgic I guess. I was allowed to eat anything, despite being sick, for that meal. Wooohoo. Bye to boring old soupy and "healthy" food and a big hi to beef rendang, mango salad, grilled sotong. Yumsss. I am craving for the eggplant which we didn't manage to finish. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its close to lunch time! My cab fare this morning was 24bucks. It feels good watching the meter jump and understand why people complain when its not your own money being spent. My Silver Arrow (turbo charged Skoda) female cabbie was damn hiong. She scolded another cabbie "stupid man, dunno how to drive taxi" and I thought it was hilarious! "Stupid female driver" was so last century, I see that "stupid male driver" is the in thing in 2008! I love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came in this morning and rushed my work thinking that I wouldn't have enough time to finish them. But now I realised that I am about half way through. Sense of urgency always work. Now its time to take a chill pill and look forward to lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy mid-week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17568695-1152000218551585473?l=purplepeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17568695/posts/default/1152000218551585473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17568695/posts/default/1152000218551585473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplepeg.blogspot.com/2008/01/8-jan-08.html' title='8 Jan 08'/><author><name>pEg</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17568695.post-2389994961863659299</id><published>2008-01-08T13:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:59:03.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 YEARS</title><content type='html'>which equals to 24 months, 760 days, 18,240++ hours. Its amazing how time flies. I've been with him for 2 full years already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We exchanged presents at 12. He got me a handbag and a "blue box" as requested. Just that the blue box came in the wrong shade. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R4MJBImeoYI/AAAAAAAACL4/AAUcxE_-Uqc/s1600-h/DSC00263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R4MJBImeoYI/AAAAAAAACL4/AAUcxE_-Uqc/s320/DSC00263.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152972313735373186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He says we are not ready for a Tiffany yet. So I'll have to make do with Swarovski first. But still love him and the present deep deep. I've got more blings now. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R4MI54meoXI/AAAAAAAACLw/jy8aSWqqxYg/s1600-h/DSC00262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R4MI54meoXI/AAAAAAAACLw/jy8aSWqqxYg/s320/DSC00262.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152972189181321586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;His present, flown back from Old Trafford, which he already guessed correctly and kept testing me with alot of "I think I am going to buy a Man U jersey" for the past few weeks, which I nonchalently replied "buy lor" to continue to cover up. I knew when I need to jump into action to stop him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these gifts don't really mean anything to me anymore because having him for these 2 years is already a gift from heaven. When I met him, I never thought of falling in love. And how everything progresses from there and how his appearance in my life changed a lot of "what would have happened" is in itself a miracle. I would not exchange this gift for anything in the world. Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 2nd Anniversary dear! And many more to goooo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17568695-2389994961863659299?l=purplepeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17568695/posts/default/2389994961863659299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17568695/posts/default/2389994961863659299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplepeg.blogspot.com/2008/01/2-years.html' title='2 YEARS'/><author><name>pEg</name><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/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R4MJBImeoYI/AAAAAAAACL4/AAUcxE_-Uqc/s72-c/DSC00263.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17568695.post-2497985710139388254</id><published>2008-01-06T16:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T16:53:02.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Karma</title><content type='html'>Or the boyfriend calls it - Pantang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who knew what I did on wednseday and thursday, here's the news. I am really sick today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soaking in the chilly pool at Del Mar scantilly clad in bikini and insisting to sing the Ah Mei, Peggy Hsu songs at K box until 3am and sleeping at 4 when your body is already hinting to give up certainly doesn't help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling soft all over now. Good night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17568695-2497985710139388254?l=purplepeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17568695/posts/default/2497985710139388254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17568695/posts/default/2497985710139388254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplepeg.blogspot.com/2008/01/karma.html' title='Karma'/><author><name>pEg</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17568695.post-8823720461295853389</id><published>2008-01-02T00:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T01:11:07.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking ahead - 2008</title><content type='html'>(Ok, let's face it. I am bored. And I don't feel like its time to sleep cos I woke up at an awesome time of 2.30pm)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave up on the new year resolution thingy cos I can't remember what reso I made by the end of the year anyway. So there's no way I can reflect and ask myself what I have achieved, hence there's no point in making any resolutions right? But I have started picturing events in the year and thought of how the year is going to be like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008 is probably going to be a year of travelling, if everything goes according to plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From now to end Feb, its going to be KPMG audit management intern. I never prefer working life but I guess with different clients plotted, and travelling the ends of Singapore, the next 6-7 weeks will past quite fast. My previous job was at Changi South Street 2 or something like that, Expo MRT station and my next confirmed job will be at Tuas. Walalala, from end to end, but at least geography tells me Tuas is nearer from home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chan and I are planning on a Thailand trip during my one week break between internship and mod term. We are still deciding between Phuket and Bangkok. My vote goes to Bangkok but he is more interested in Phuket so there's still some negotiation to be done there within this week while his leave gets approved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all that fun, it will be back to school, on a 3.5 mods mod-term till June. I am looking forward to hanging out in the libs with the rest of the Asoc big clique who are coming home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chancho has been talking about our June Taiwan trip since a few months ago. To reach this planning stage is already the furthest we got and I really want it to happen, regardless of whether we go Hong Kong or Taiwan in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This news is pretty new. My grandparents are thinking of going over to Perth in June and Ah ma wants me to confirm with them my holiday schedule and look out for budget airline promotion and book tix once there's any. If I am garang enough, I might want to drag a friend or 2 with me to Perth and head to visit some other cities in Western Aussie on a backpack. Sounds fun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to have 2 weeks of absolutely nothing so I can go for lasik. My dad wants to sponsor me for lasik but I can't even fork out a decent 1-2 weeks for it. Hopefully, I can get it done by July. Hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had actually hope to force in another summer internship but I have no idea how. That, we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, the so-talked-about Canada exchange. If it happens, the last quarter of 2008 will be spent touring Canada and the States, wrapping myself like a fat bear freezing in the winter wonderland and missing all the people back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for all the events to unfold by itself. For now, I just have to make sure that the plans wouldn't just stay as plans forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17568695-8823720461295853389?l=purplepeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17568695/posts/default/8823720461295853389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17568695/posts/default/8823720461295853389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplepeg.blogspot.com/2008/01/looking-ahead-2008.html' title='Looking ahead - 2008'/><author><name>pEg</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17568695.post-9036802392023720088</id><published>2008-01-01T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:59:08.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The last few days of 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pulau Ubin Trip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R3pQJYmeoRI/AAAAAAAACLA/FcqixPgk8UQ/s1600-h/DSC00722.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R3pQJYmeoRI/AAAAAAAACLA/FcqixPgk8UQ/s320/DSC00722.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150517246004470034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Walking out of the Ubin Jetty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R3pQ64meoWI/AAAAAAAACLo/R_eX54oEC2o/s1600-h/DSC00728.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R3pQ64meoWI/AAAAAAAACLo/R_eX54oEC2o/s320/DSC00728.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150518096407994722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Super cute ang moh little girl whom I wanted to bring home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R3pQJomeoSI/AAAAAAAACLI/sUKI5ow_RBc/s1600-h/DSC00742.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R3pQJomeoSI/AAAAAAAACLI/sUKI5ow_RBc/s320/DSC00742.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150517250299437346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helping HJ and Jian with repellent while Mak &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;虎视眈眈&lt;/span&gt; at it. He decided to put his ego aside and asked for help in the end. Heehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R3pQsomeoVI/AAAAAAAACLg/ZQ13Zn1Ugbs/s1600-h/DSC00753.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R3pQsomeoVI/AAAAAAAACLg/ZQ13Zn1Ugbs/s320/DSC00753.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150517851594858834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lighting mosquito coils&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R3pQJ4meoTI/AAAAAAAACLQ/SukPaYa5jjY/s1600-h/DSC00749.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R3pQJ4meoTI/AAAAAAAACLQ/SukPaYa5jjY/s320/DSC00749.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150517254594404658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and Rong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R3pP6YmeoMI/AAAAAAAACKY/52MSJCGPuXs/s1600-h/DSC00752.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R3pP6YmeoMI/AAAAAAAACKY/52MSJCGPuXs/s320/DSC00752.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150516988306432194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While waiting for them to light their mosquito coils&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R3pP6YmeoNI/AAAAAAAACKg/qce-Wapff7k/s1600-h/DSC00795.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R3pP6YmeoNI/AAAAAAAACKg/qce-Wapff7k/s320/DSC00795.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150516988306432210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Girls at the beach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R3pP6YmeoOI/AAAAAAAACKo/sJ23EEscLhY/s1600-h/DSC00807.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R3pP6YmeoOI/AAAAAAAACKo/sJ23EEscLhY/s320/DSC00807.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150516988306432226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Setting off from the first rest stop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R3pP6omeoPI/AAAAAAAACKw/XTFmeszzauQ/s1600-h/DSC00816.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R3pP6omeoPI/AAAAAAAACKw/XTFmeszzauQ/s320/DSC00816.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150516992601399538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Taking another rest in front of a super good view of the quarry.&lt;br /&gt;I like this pic :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R3pP6omeoQI/AAAAAAAACK4/8Vkahg53qFQ/s1600-h/DSC00818.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R3pP6omeoQI/AAAAAAAACK4/8Vkahg53qFQ/s320/DSC00818.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150516992601399554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All of us in front of the quarry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R3pPoYmeoHI/AAAAAAAACJw/saGHcQUd8Rs/s1600-h/DSC00841.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R3pPoYmeoHI/AAAAAAAACJw/saGHcQUd8Rs/s320/DSC00841.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150516679068786802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Too tired to stand up for the picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R3pPoomeoII/AAAAAAAACJ4/iH1sUGsgkno/s1600-h/DSC00778.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R3pPoomeoII/AAAAAAAACJ4/iH1sUGsgkno/s320/DSC00778.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150516683363754114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Profile picture worthy shot no. 1: Chay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R3pPoomeoJI/AAAAAAAACKA/0xVhjtBD3-8/s1600-h/DSC00831.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R3pPoomeoJI/AAAAAAAACKA/0xVhjtBD3-8/s320/DSC00831.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150516683363754130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Profile picture worthy shot no. 2: Mak Jay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R3pPoomeoKI/AAAAAAAACKI/jMxOE-wulOc/s1600-h/DSC00860.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R3pPoomeoKI/AAAAAAAACKI/jMxOE-wulOc/s320/DSC00860.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150516683363754146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Profile picture worthy shot no. 3: HuiJie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R3pPo4meoLI/AAAAAAAACKQ/L3YB7wiejSI/s1600-h/DSC00891.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R3pPo4meoLI/AAAAAAAACKQ/L3YB7wiejSI/s320/DSC00891.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150516687658721458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Profile picture worthy shot no. 4: Jian Wei&lt;br /&gt;He was actually trying to fish but the black and white effect made the whole picture look so emo and full of feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R3pPO4meoDI/AAAAAAAACJQ/UQyM8S9u_qk/s1600-h/n513151181_262825_6677.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R3pPO4meoDI/AAAAAAAACJQ/UQyM8S9u_qk/s320/n513151181_262825_6677.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150516240982122546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I can't help posting this. Stupid lun saw a shiny gold object glistening under the sun and thought it might be a piece of gold. And so, I led the team in search of a piece of rubbish *cough* gold bar. Luckily Jian was smart enough to point out that it might just be a red bull can. For once, Jian enlightened everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R3pPOomeoCI/AAAAAAAACJI/vAsegNIOpMk/s1600-h/n513151181_263970_7934.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R3pPOomeoCI/AAAAAAAACJI/vAsegNIOpMk/s320/n513151181_263970_7934.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150516236687155234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Caught manja-ing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R3pPPImeoGI/AAAAAAAACJo/lEAg-MRdN7Q/s1600-h/DSC00858.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R3pPPImeoGI/AAAAAAAACJo/lEAg-MRdN7Q/s320/DSC00858.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150516245277089890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I couldn't do this one hand balance in the past :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R3pPO4meoEI/AAAAAAAACJY/WttcqLEAO3g/s1600-h/n513151181_263967_5160.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R3pPO4meoEI/AAAAAAAACJY/WttcqLEAO3g/s320/n513151181_263967_5160.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150516240982122562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The prettiest dog I seen out of the 10 million of them in the island that day. A bit sleepy though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R3pPO4meoFI/AAAAAAAACJg/cU-FSgMRe7Y/s1600-h/DSC00876.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R3pPO4meoFI/AAAAAAAACJg/cU-FSgMRe7Y/s320/DSC00876.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150516240982122578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Boys proud of their roots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R3pO94meoBI/AAAAAAAACJA/1Jg4i8MGJmU/s1600-h/DSC00911.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R3pO94meoBI/AAAAAAAACJA/1Jg4i8MGJmU/s320/DSC00911.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150515948924346386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another Ubin jump shot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R3pO4omeoAI/AAAAAAAACI4/SvHD7LrKXKE/s1600-h/DSC00915.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R3pO4omeoAI/AAAAAAAACI4/SvHD7LrKXKE/s320/DSC00915.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150515858730033154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Love the fluffy clouds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;KPMG D&amp;amp;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R3pOY4men_I/AAAAAAAACIw/IW9-KWHDqLg/s1600-h/CIMG6576.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R3pOY4men_I/AAAAAAAACIw/IW9-KWHDqLg/s320/CIMG6576.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150515313269186546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is serene, my dearest babe and you've probably seen her face here a million times before!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R3pOKImen-I/AAAAAAAACIo/wAtHmM_Ueo8/s1600-h/CIMG6579.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R3pOKImen-I/AAAAAAAACIo/wAtHmM_Ueo8/s320/CIMG6579.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150515059866116066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sharon, fellow SMU intern&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R3pN3Imen9I/AAAAAAAACIg/pdjMRucTPkg/s1600-h/CIMG6588.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R3pN3Imen9I/AAAAAAAACIg/pdjMRucTPkg/s320/CIMG6588.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150514733448601554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Table picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R3pM7omen8I/AAAAAAAACIY/2yAgposcZ5Q/s1600-h/CIMG6591.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R3pM7omen8I/AAAAAAAACIY/2yAgposcZ5Q/s320/CIMG6591.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150513711246385090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R3pMI4men7I/AAAAAAAACIQ/Tesjy8SE5e0/s1600-h/CIMG6597.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R3pMI4men7I/AAAAAAAACIQ/Tesjy8SE5e0/s320/CIMG6597.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150512839368023986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;People I have enjoyed auditing with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R3pLBomen6I/AAAAAAAACII/m1KMpZbUNGw/s1600-h/CIMG6598.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R3pLBomen6I/AAAAAAAACII/m1KMpZbUNGw/s320/CIMG6598.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150511615302344610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Super funky NTU intern&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17568695-9036802392023720088?l=purplepeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17568695/posts/default/9036802392023720088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17568695/posts/default/9036802392023720088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplepeg.blogspot.com/2008/01/last-few-days-of-2007.html' title='The last few days of 2007'/><author><name>pEg</name><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/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R3pQJYmeoRI/AAAAAAAACLA/FcqixPgk8UQ/s72-c/DSC00722.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17568695.post-578136742652156912</id><published>2008-01-01T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T23:19:45.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 2008!</title><content type='html'>The last few days of 2007 has been a blast. KPMG D&amp;amp;D on sat, Ubin trip on Sunday and the potluck wild party at CS's place on New Year's Eve. Had hell lots of fun at Ubin and CS's place. What a way to end 2007. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall blog photos another time. Wishing all of you guys a great 2008. Another year has passed. Realised that I am into my 10th year of friendship with those people whom I was good friends with since sec 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the 1B people especially Steph, Eunice, Yuling and also Yenfang, Happy 10th year of frienship! Thanks for standing by me through these eventful years and staying in my life till now.  To many many more good yearss ahead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17568695-578136742652156912?l=purplepeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17568695/posts/default/578136742652156912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17568695/posts/default/578136742652156912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplepeg.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-2008.html' title='Happy 2008!'/><author><name>pEg</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17568695.post-5763096422749359512</id><published>2007-12-26T14:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:59:09.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Babies</title><content type='html'>The 2 things which I sometimes refer to as baby happen to turn 1 this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R3JV74men5I/AAAAAAAACHk/a8GDzm7Lb7w/s1600-h/CIMG6573.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R3JV74men5I/AAAAAAAACHk/a8GDzm7Lb7w/s320/CIMG6573.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148271811332317074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;My last year's christmas present which I affectionately call baby nowadays. Baby wears a nice smelling army tee now to prevent it from turning grey. The nice smelling army tee will be changed once in a while to another nice smelling army tee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R3JVwYmen4I/AAAAAAAACHc/9ZlvvRNFbOQ/s1600-h/CIMG6571.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R3JVwYmen4I/AAAAAAAACHc/9ZlvvRNFbOQ/s320/CIMG6571.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148271613763821442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jazzy baby turning 1 too and I gave it a good wash yesterday. Has been a long time since I did that. I only remembered washing the car twice or thrice in the year. Washing it made me realise how much it has suffer over this year, small scratches by neighbouring car doors, the big patch caused by my uncle who better keep his promise to get it fixed by chinese new year. Being christmas yesterday, I made the soap super foamy and left the washing area filled with white foam after that. Fun. No joke, but I am aching a little from carrying of pail, bending down for the rims and stretching as much as I could for the roof. It feels abit like great singapore workout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Attended Cairong's wedding last evening. Haven't seen the girl for years and after her wedding, she is going to fly back to Auckland and I probably wouldn't see her till god-knows-when again. The newly weds are in the midst of applying for their NZ citizenship. Envious. Saw the rest of the netballers whom I haven't seen for quite some time too. Peilee, Beng, Shelia, Yenling, Grace, some other school mates whom Cairong was close to, and even Miss Leong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R3JVcYmen3I/AAAAAAAACHU/R9fdDzEjhWU/s1600-h/CIMG6572.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R3JVcYmen3I/AAAAAAAACHU/R9fdDzEjhWU/s320/CIMG6572.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148271270166437746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the only photo I have in my camera. The netties with our bride. I know I looked damn out of place cos for some reason the taller ones chose not to stand properly. Our table had very bad view, I could only see 1/8 of the stage. Only enthu mama Ms Leong went forward to snap photos during the yum sengs, sabo games, cake cutting etc. The first thing my stupid boyfriend asked about her form teacher wasn't whether she is still teaching at KSS, how is she and stuff. His first question was "what was she wearing?" followed by "is she still wearing the same specs?". Before he could ask further, I answered his unasked 3rd question with "her hair is still the same." There you go, nothing has changed. She is still her. But it was nice seeing her, although she suaned me with a "how lost are we" when I gave her a lift home. Very typical of her also.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She can't stop going on about how "exceptional" of a triple science class my class was. "Exceptional" was her exact word and exceptional in a negative way was what she meant. Me and Yenfang asked and defended alot but she still had her own views on how "exceptional" we were, in terms of behavior and work. I didn't remember we were so bad?  And she agreed that the people in the car (aka me and fang) were biased sample which did not support her "exceptional" view. Heeheee. We were typical and normal 4D people. :)))) See lah, you all lah! Leave this kind of impression behind. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;It was quite a nice get together. Seeing the Kranjians get attached to each other from no links in the past was quite funny. I tried to keep quiet when Peilee was at the topic but she still realised in the end and turned to me with a "eh you also hor."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its so weird catching up at a wedding dinner. I am still at the catching up on a 21st party kinda stage. Quite weird, but quite fun at the same time. It will be a long time till the next one, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Asoc darlings, spot the dress you guys gave me on my birthday! Wore it for the first time. :) Felt abit insecure at first without my you-know-what, but got used to it after a whileeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17568695-5763096422749359512?l=purplepeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17568695/posts/default/5763096422749359512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17568695/posts/default/5763096422749359512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplepeg.blogspot.com/2007/12/happy-birthday-babies.html' title='Happy Birthday Babies'/><author><name>pEg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R3JV74men5I/AAAAAAAACHk/a8GDzm7Lb7w/s72-c/CIMG6573.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17568695.post-7361556246876306646</id><published>2007-12-25T09:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:59:09.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Morning Christmas</title><content type='html'>I usually don't wake up so early on Christmas cos Christmas eve means late night. I slept quite early last night, not too well, but rather early, and woke up with the dawn moon hanging above me and greetings from the waves slapping on the shore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boyfriend decided that we go "camping" at Sentosa to make Christmas a little different thie time round. So after our home made christmas dinner, we packed, and headed to Sentosa. The tent wasn't how we imagined it to be when he purchased it. Instead of the conventional 2-men or 4-men tent, fully covered, with zipper "door", the tent we have turned out to be something like a normal round dome tent, cut into half, and thats it, no "doors". Haha. I tried googling for a picture but I can't it anywhere on the world wide web. But all you need to imagine is a round dome tent, cut into half, making a shelter of sort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We counted down, lit sparkles, chilled awhile and since there wasn't much to do, we lay down and me being me, I soon fell asleep. But the sleep wasn't peaceful at all cos I had to keep scratching myself. Gar gar decided to join our christmas party. I found 4 love marks on my face in the morning. I could feel the love withing your kisses, mozzzzzz. The lizard on the pillar behaved like an old grandfather, chiming at every hour, proclaiming its presence but I wonder why it did not help itself to the mozzies around me. We totally forgot about repellent, but we had the axe brand medicated oil which worked quite well. Just that it gets chilly when the wind comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But me being his "typical dear dear", I managed to catch some sleep while he hardly slept at all. Tried to sleep and got up, tried again and got up again. So throughout the night he was trying to sleep, getting up, snacking on the tidbits, "looking after" me, trying to hit the mozzies, burning paper to keep the mozzies away and when closer to dawn, whipped out his toy and started snapping away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, my Christmas camping which he describes it as the first and he last time. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayyyy, my dinner last night was quite a success I think. The rosti turned out ok, the pork chops were quite nice, just a tad too salty but goes well with rosti. Sausages were idiot proof. The carrots and mushrooms turned out different from what I wanted but still yummy. Happy :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been giving out my address but so far only received one christmas card. I can sense the jam in the post office. But electronic ones don't get jam. Thanks babe, so your style. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R3Br54men2I/AAAAAAAACHM/HB3KiBApGrI/s1600-h/peg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R3Br54men2I/AAAAAAAACHM/HB3KiBApGrI/s320/peg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147733016274968418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17568695-7361556246876306646?l=purplepeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17568695/posts/default/7361556246876306646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17568695/posts/default/7361556246876306646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplepeg.blogspot.com/2007/12/good-morning-christmas.html' title='Good Morning Christmas'/><author><name>pEg</name><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/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R3Br54men2I/AAAAAAAACHM/HB3KiBApGrI/s72-c/peg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17568695.post-2211973749760698771</id><published>2007-12-23T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:59:09.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This post doesn't have a title</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R25uEomen1I/AAAAAAAACHE/coAQJvsjRrY/s1600-h/CIMG6548.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R25uEomen1I/AAAAAAAACHE/coAQJvsjRrY/s320/CIMG6548.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147172450028396370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Familiar setting with a different group of people. Went out with them again, nuff said. But brought my boy along this time round. Glad he blended in ok. KTV, dinner, drinks, and ended up chatting at Botanics in the dark and went home late again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these late nights are killing me. Have been going past 3am every weekend and then forcing myself back to the working time during the weekdays. My body clock is confused. I feel like taking MC tmr. I want to lie on the sofa the whole day to finish up my book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The year is coming to an end, yet again. I am sooo looking forward to it for just one reason. My pocket is burning from the work clothes, christmas gifts, going out after work and Cairong's wedding dinner this coming Tuesday. I just want December to hurry shoo so that I can refill the surplus. Now I understand why people cringe upon receiving a wedding invitation. I am broke like a cow now but still very excited to see my captain walking down the aisle on such a special Christmas day. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17568695-2211973749760698771?l=purplepeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17568695/posts/default/2211973749760698771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17568695/posts/default/2211973749760698771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplepeg.blogspot.com/2007/12/this-post-doesnt-have-title.html' title='This post doesn&apos;t have a title'/><author><name>pEg</name><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/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R25uEomen1I/AAAAAAAACHE/coAQJvsjRrY/s72-c/CIMG6548.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17568695.post-9193457635042313331</id><published>2007-12-20T17:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T18:20:32.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spending Time Alone</title><content type='html'>It has been almost 2 weeks since I get the luxury of sleeping at 12 and waking up at 12. Decided to spend time with myself, to reflect on things while doing the things I had to do in an exeptionally slow pace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drove down to Funan to get the IBM adaptor then to Ikea for a lil Christmas shopping then to NTUC for some grocery shopping. Traffic was bad due to the rain, accidents everywhere, parking was gross and queues at the cashier were freaking long. Other days, I would have felt impatient and cursing at the people in front to hurry and go. Today was exeptionally peaceful. Driving slowly with the windscreen wiper going from left to right and right to left. Waiting patiently and still smile at the person in front of me and the cashier when I had to wait for the cashier to painstakingly wrap up her 36 wine glasses one by one, before I can pay for my 2 items costing less than 10 dollars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally feel that I am not just a rat in this stupid race for time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always lament on how things always happen, but guess I have to admit that I always allowed things to happen. I asked myself several times whether it was the right thing to do. People have been telling me that we can't change people into ourselves, so we need to accept people for who they are. And that since human beings are fundamentally different, we need to be accepting and tolerant towards one another. I will not beg to differ any of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone brought up a good point that friendships and love between a couple requires similar ingredients, for the same happily ever after goal. Exactly. But so many at times, it is easier to digest and accept something your other half tells you. When your friend tries to bring a similar point across, the response is different. Back to the point of human beings being fundamentally different, does that mean that a friend should just accept and tolerate and not voice things out like how your other half do? We know that in order to make a relationship work, we should voice out our happiness and work towards resolving it, so shouldn't it work for friendships too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think that there's this bad habit about your boyfriend (or girlfriend for that matter) which you don't like, and you keep on tolerating and accepting it because you tell yourself thats just who he is, you will explode one day and tell him you can't stand him anymore and hence, Good Bye. But at least if you let him know, he will be conscious of that habit and might make an attempt to improve, even if he doesn't, you get your point across and hear his point and that will easily make it easier to tolerate, wouldn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not trying to be a fairy, wanting to cast a spell and mould everyone into my ideal person. But I do want to work towards my happily ever after with the people I treasure and care about.&lt;br /&gt;I know that I have to do it in a more tactful way. One can't afford too many painful lessons to learn the same mistake. I am glad that this isn't exactly a painful lesson, just an unpleasant reinforcement to the same lesson.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17568695-9193457635042313331?l=purplepeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17568695/posts/default/9193457635042313331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17568695/posts/default/9193457635042313331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplepeg.blogspot.com/2007/12/spending-time-alone.html' title='Spending Time Alone'/><author><name>pEg</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17568695.post-4936749599489745587</id><published>2007-12-09T15:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:59:10.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday - All in One</title><content type='html'>My pathetic but happening one week hols - all in one post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, moving on from the Hanabi feast and wild partying at Utter Factory on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to East Coast Lagoon for dinner with Chan on Sunday. I think it was the first time I drove him there because eventhough we have been there million times, I still don't know which exit to take. Oh well. Had another mini feast of stingray, vege, cockles, chix wings, rojak. Yumms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sent my boy home to nurse his swollen ankle after that and headed to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;KTV&lt;/span&gt; with Shiyin, Mak and HuiJie! We could have sang til 3am but left at 12 cos Yin had to work the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R1uZbgrA7RI/AAAAAAAACE4/gQQjvJzHj88/s1600-h/DSC01659.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R1uZbgrA7RI/AAAAAAAACE4/gQQjvJzHj88/s320/DSC01659.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141872097479421202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I find myself having a shortage of songs to sing. Send me new chinese songs people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;SHOPPING&lt;/span&gt; for office wear on Monday. It was a test of physical again. Spent about 200 on shirts, pants, knee length skirt. Me and serene ended up with several same items so now we have to coordinate to make sure we dont wear the same things to work. And everytime we step out of the changing room, zhicheng and I will be complaining about how bui we feel. Blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I headed home after dinner while they went to catch a movie but met them for &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;SUPPER&lt;/span&gt; again! Dim Sum at Ho Kee Pau at Geylang was awesome. The carrot cake, chive dumplings, chee cheong fun were my favourite. Being the only westie, distressed damsel without my Jazzy baby, I was assigned hero Li (out of Li, Lee and Zhou) to fetch me to and fro. Thanks Tim!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On tuesday I did another of my favourite activity. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;SLACK&lt;/span&gt; at home. I was awakened at 8plus by mum shouting at bro and bro shouting back before they left for airport. So what happened this time round was that one was taking too long to prepare and the other was worried about traffic jams and being late. And I couldn't get back to sleep after that. -_- Ended up surfing blogs, facebook, sprees, watching TV, pack for Frasers getaway,taking a 4 hour nap to make my sleeping hours total up to 8, and finally finally, after 6 long months, went to paste the selected photos from my birthday party which I developed onto the remaining space in my guestbook. Nice procrastination there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And finally, wednesday arrived. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;FRASER SUITES&lt;/span&gt; getaway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R1uiswrA7TI/AAAAAAAACFI/Y8S_sEqaaHA/s1600-h/n809790553_1811197_3282.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R1uiswrA7TI/AAAAAAAACFI/Y8S_sEqaaHA/s320/n809790553_1811197_3282.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141882289436814642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Mum drove me to the serviced residence at River Valley Road in the heavy rain. Joined the rest at supermarket shopping at Valley Point then went back to start cooking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner, prepared by head chefs zhicheng and bobbs and helped out (haha!) by the rest of us, was awesome! We had salad, potatoes, carrots, STEAK, self-made burger patty and red wine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched DVD, started drinking and dressing up for Mambo, Jason and Huiyi came, more drinking and playing drinking games.&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R1ul8wrA7WI/AAAAAAAACF0/RWdZnfTA0K8/s1600-h/CIMG6442.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R1ul8wrA7WI/AAAAAAAACF0/RWdZnfTA0K8/s320/CIMG6442.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141885862849604962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The 3 of us decided to swap dresses. ahahhaa. So fun. I'm wearing linrong's dress and the blue dress serene is wearing is mine. I can just imagine Dicky scolding us retarded girls but we looooveee our make shift new dresses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R1uo9grA7YI/AAAAAAAACGE/aIuhpgahtgQ/s1600-h/n796550136_1848145_5435.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R1uo9grA7YI/AAAAAAAACGE/aIuhpgahtgQ/s320/n796550136_1848145_5435.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141889174269390210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We walked to Zouk and met up with Becks and Fions there. How cool to be of walking distance. Kinda high from the pre party drinking so as usual this serene was walking DAMN FAST. Phuture sucked big time that night. It was sooooo packed we can't even move. All the squeezing through crowds and getting squooshed by people. OMG. I hated it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday was an attempt to fully make use of their facilities. Free archade games where we challenged puzzle bubble, badminton, basketball. Damn sad we couldn't go tanning but we went to use their steambath and sauna. Despite the drizzle, serene and I ended up swimming a little and playing with floats and beach balls in the freezing pool, talking about how much we deserve this break and how we wished it will be like that everyday. Bobbs cooked spaghetti and the leftovers from the previous day. Drank and drank and make shift party using music from Tim's laptop. How loser but we had alot of fun cos all of us were damn high. Super unglam and alot of inside jokes now. Some of us woke up laughing at the stupid things we did and said while some woke up regretting what they did and said. Haha. The only sober bobbs made an analysis of how each of us behave when we were drunk. Hahaha. Would love to hear from him actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached home on Friday, went online and received an awesome surprise from Jenny and Damian. :D Apparently, Jenny was really lenient to mark based on my misinterpretation of the question if not this couldn't have happened. But whatever it is, it was a pleasant surprise and I am elated!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Napped abit and met Eunice for supermarket shopping and preparation of our steamboat with &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;CHANCHOS&lt;/span&gt; for ZhongChou's surprise party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R1uutwrA7ZI/AAAAAAAACGM/AWvzU8CLSOE/s1600-h/DSC00141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R1uutwrA7ZI/AAAAAAAACGM/AWvzU8CLSOE/s320/DSC00141.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141895500756217234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The surprise was a major success, except that we started eating before he arrived cos all of us were starving! The gathering was perfect. Dinner ended at about 11 and I loved the part we sat in a circle at the porch, doing nothing and just chat on ends, digging ChangSheng's dirty secrets. heheee! That boy sure has alot of dirty secrets I didn't know of before that! And aren't we glad that this is our last 21st birthday for the clique cos our no more present policy after 21 can officially kick in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 pairs of itchy hands headed to Eunice's place to play &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;MAHJONG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Hahaaa. The night ended at almost 6am and I went home 7 dollars richer. If not for the 5tai I gave Yuling at the last round, it would be a nice red note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R1uwJArA7aI/AAAAAAAACGU/PaUnR7yrLkE/s1600-h/DSC00146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R1uwJArA7aI/AAAAAAAACGU/PaUnR7yrLkE/s320/DSC00146.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141897068419280290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At some point in the game, Eunice gave me a 4wan to make this nice finishing. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Peg: Wah, this deserves a photo man.&lt;br /&gt;Eun: Please put my pathetic face there.&lt;/blockquote&gt;Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was spent with my boy. It was our 23rd month and we finally finally got onto the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;DHL BALLOON&lt;/span&gt; after being denied from it exactly 11 months ago. He brought along his huge ass camera and took alot of nice pictures of the view up there and me of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R1uyaArA7cI/AAAAAAAACGk/Mt7BsJV7mAc/s1600-h/DSC00151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R1uyaArA7cI/AAAAAAAACGk/Mt7BsJV7mAc/s320/DSC00151.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141899559500312002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man in action. But unfortunately you can't take self shots using huge ass cameras so Sony Ericsson 3.2 mp camera phone still came in handy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R1uxzwrA7bI/AAAAAAAACGc/L1VSd8tPzV4/s1600-h/DSC00149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R1uxzwrA7bI/AAAAAAAACGc/L1VSd8tPzV4/s320/DSC00149.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141898902370315698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The flight was very windy so that explains the messy hair. We were super lucky cos we took the last flight of the evening as they stopped the flights when the wind got stronger. Heehee. Had another feast at Ting Yuan after that, when he had a buffet and I had a steamboat the day before. But Ting Yuan is really our favourite steamboat buffet around. I love their Ma La soup base, although I think it is MSG loaded. Their thinly sliced beef, mutton and liver, super fresh prawns, sotong and cuttlefish, their korean rice cake which goes damn well with the spicy soup makes me go back over and over again. I find it super ironic that I looked slimmer over these 2 years being with him. How is it possible with all these endless feasting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went shopping after that and had a few good buys which made me an even happier girl! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last, its Sunday, the day before I start my audit internship for good 10 weeks at KPMG. I can't really stomach the fact that it is starting tomorrow. But well, it has to. This morning I dreamt that I got a C for AIS and I was so upset and pissed. Woke up and went to check and was relieved that it is not out. Haha. What a dream!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrapping up this holiday with a chillout dinner with &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;HIPS&lt;/span&gt; at sunset way later on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just one week but I choose to believe that it was awesome and well spent. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17568695-4936749599489745587?l=purplepeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17568695/posts/default/4936749599489745587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17568695/posts/default/4936749599489745587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplepeg.blogspot.com/2007/12/holiday-all-in-one.html' title='Holiday - All in One'/><author><name>pEg</name><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/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R1uZbgrA7RI/AAAAAAAACE4/gQQjvJzHj88/s72-c/DSC01659.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17568695.post-5143933615904107130</id><published>2007-12-05T03:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T04:06:44.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emo</title><content type='html'>All these songs aren't putting me to bed. I might be better off suppering with the rest. But I think its too much of an overdose since I am going to see them 24/7 for the next 2 days. And I am lazy to go out. But actually I wanted to go out for a spin with wound down windows, wind blowing against my face. Did I just say I was lazy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate this feeling lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope the next 3 days will take my mind off everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17568695-5143933615904107130?l=purplepeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17568695/posts/default/5143933615904107130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17568695/posts/default/5143933615904107130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplepeg.blogspot.com/2007/12/emo.html' title='Emo'/><author><name>pEg</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17568695.post-2416599436803767508</id><published>2007-12-02T16:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:59:12.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post Exam Madnesssssss</title><content type='html'>The madness started within 2 hours I left the exam hall feeling like shit. How I feel after every paper just got worse from MPW to Ethics, then we thought Tax was bad, AIS was worse! But I guess I got over it quite quickly. Zoomed home to change and off I went to Hanabi with my boyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R1JpcQrA7JI/AAAAAAAACD4/5qaV0haGjms/s1600-R/CIMG6199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R1JpcQrA7JI/AAAAAAAACD4/MYCr9FPCMJ4/s320/CIMG6199.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139286059015793810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For those of you who actually like Hanabi buffet, I would recommend Hokaido at Turf City. Its a bit more expensive (a few more dollars) but they have a wider variety of stuff. I was so sad when Hanabi didn't have the tepan yaki stuff. And the service and ambience at Hokaido is way better. Hanabi was to rar rar already. My only worry is that Hokaiddo will close down being overly peaceful. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R1Jp3QrA7KI/AAAAAAAACEA/W31y8Grn54o/s1600-R/CIMG6204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R1Jp3QrA7KI/AAAAAAAACEA/RkWCDcJ53AA/s320/CIMG6204.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139286522872261794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still, we had a great feast, eating till we our stomachs were filled to the very brim. And I guess our complimentary lobster made it worthwhile afterall. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R1Ju1grA7PI/AAAAAAAACEo/C5T3FbLMRXg/s1600-R/CIMG6206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R1Ju1grA7PI/AAAAAAAACEo/Fw9cStkpS3Q/s320/CIMG6206.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139291990365629682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most importantly, its the stress-free time spent with the beloved. It hasn't been an easy semester for him too. But this boy has been the sweetest one around, providing all sort of comfort and support to his not-so-little little girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R1JuRQrA7OI/AAAAAAAACEg/JpLidAZruJA/s1600-R/CIMG6213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R1JuRQrA7OI/AAAAAAAACEg/npJypER6sXs/s320/CIMG6213.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139291367595371746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I wouldn't be able to find another one like you. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a long night of partying and drinking with these awesome people. Beer, wine, martell, cool people, great music, nice place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R1JpCArA7II/AAAAAAAACDw/cvk85pLpX50/s1600-R/utter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R1JpCArA7II/AAAAAAAACDw/fEET1PWmiuw/s320/utter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139285608044227714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had so much fun, words wouldnt do justice to the fun we had. And I am still smiling to myself at some of the photos we took. Alot alot of photos and I am lazy to blog them. They are all on facebook though. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, the people who made this sem sooo much easier. School will never be the same without you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R1Js5grA7NI/AAAAAAAACEY/3y6c3eKxQUI/s1600-R/CIMG6415.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R1Js5grA7NI/AAAAAAAACEY/KeMjWUGAXmc/s320/CIMG6415.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139289860061850834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17568695-2416599436803767508?l=purplepeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17568695/posts/default/2416599436803767508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17568695/posts/default/2416599436803767508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplepeg.blogspot.com/2007/12/post-exam-madnesssssss.html' title='Post Exam Madnesssssss'/><author><name>pEg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R1JpcQrA7JI/AAAAAAAACD4/MYCr9FPCMJ4/s72-c/CIMG6199.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17568695.post-3450943148477869293</id><published>2007-12-01T03:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:59:12.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy December</title><content type='html'>The past few months went past amazingly fast. It felt like last week we were sending the exchange people off at the airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why the hell am I blogging at this hour when I have a paper in the afternoon. Its the sianness of taking the last paper anyone could take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Bobbs went abit high in the library at 12+ midnight cos it was soooooo quiet and peaceful as 90% of the SMU population were probably partying already, so we started taking stupid shots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R1BnKNKFJlI/AAAAAAAACDg/i4DZnJAZqG0/s1600-R/DSC00100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R1BnKNKFJlI/AAAAAAAACDg/rkRiFYTKHkw/s320/DSC00100.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138720599858030162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our level 2 spot, very empty with only the accounting God studying for his LAST accounting paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be missing this place till February.&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for tmr tmr tmr tmr tmr tmr.&lt;br /&gt;Hanabi, brewerks, MOS, alot of fun, alot of fun, alot of funnnnnnnn, drink, drink, drink, party, party, partyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;GO crazy and wild, drop dead and die.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like a dog waiting to be unleashed.&lt;br /&gt;RARRRRR!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17568695-3450943148477869293?l=purplepeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17568695/posts/default/3450943148477869293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17568695/posts/default/3450943148477869293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplepeg.blogspot.com/2007/12/happy-december.html' title='Happy December'/><author><name>pEg</name><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/_6XY3hhUHrGo/R1BnKNKFJlI/AAAAAAAACDg/rkRiFYTKHkw/s72-c/DSC00100.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17568695.post-5640029565216988021</id><published>2007-11-28T14:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T14:28:00.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and i know the reason.</title><content type='html'>I get the question of why I dont study at home alot. And today clearly explains why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I needed a break from all these exam shit. You know, when you are already containing the fact that your exams are not fantastic, you come home, wanting some break and get faced with more SHIT. And I know why I don't like staying at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sucks when the people at home can't communicate with each other. And it sucks when you have a heck care mother who happily thinks everywhere is wonderland. It sucks when the other person's attitude sucks. And it sucks even more when you are a paranoid worry freak, worrying about every single thing when other people don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine coming home and getting this instructions "eh, go get a laggauge from ah ma's place when you are free."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so when will I be free, when he is flying on tuesday? Like hello, you mean you only want to start packing on Monday. Its even stupider when another one came "actually why don't you call your daddy and ask him if he has this this this that." Like hello, I am having a f-ing exam and aren't the both of you 10 millions times freer than me to have done it ten thousand years ago??? I find it super ironic when your father is the last person you thought of borrowing stuff from after your mum goes bug all her friends. What has the world come to? Its ok when you 2 don't talk like other couples who gone separate ways. But you see him more than I do nowadays so its just insane when you have to get me to do such things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell you ah, this mediator role between the mother and the brother aren't that frequent (thankfully!) but once or twice is enough to put me off because sometimes you don't want to be the only person who can see both their views when both of them can't see each other's views. Its super annoying, super irritating and I just want to f the both of them upside down at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't ask for much actually. I just want a shelter where I can seek comfort and warmth. Have someone to talk to when I get back home and need some peace. Have someone to ask me hows my day. And I willingly offer my help and I know when to. And NOT to throw me with nothing but shit. I really don't ask for much from them, you know. Cos there's nothing much I can ask for, reallly. Who can beat me in a dysfunctional home?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just needed to rant. Topic close from now on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to study.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17568695-5640029565216988021?l=purplepeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17568695/posts/default/5640029565216988021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17568695/posts/default/5640029565216988021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplepeg.blogspot.com/2007/11/and-i-know-reason.html' title='and i know the reason.'/><author><name>pEg</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17568695.post-8669544313695663118</id><published>2007-11-26T10:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T10:36:17.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IT D WEEK</title><content type='html'>Oh well, here it is, week 15. And I am welcomed by a freaking headache in the morning, after an evening of a confused stomach which the owner doesn't know if its gastric, stomachache or what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This headache is getting really annoying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think some of them has AMA in the afternoon. All the best, if you see this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side note, my horoscope on facebook says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Gemini: Now's not the time to push yourself too hard or beat yourself up for not working harder. You're doing what you can, and you should be proud of that..&lt;/blockquote&gt;Then maybe I should just go sleep in the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All you NTU people who have finished, or are finishing. Please stay far far away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Hope that Fiona is fine and has the strength to tide through this. Sigh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17568695-8669544313695663118?l=purplepeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17568695/posts/default/8669544313695663118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17568695/posts/default/8669544313695663118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplepeg.blogspot.com/2007/11/it-d-week.html' title='IT D WEEK'/><author><name>pEg</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17568695.post-4490107302245994902</id><published>2007-11-21T09:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T10:10:54.011+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Despite having only one week break after exams before I start internship and another week ater internship before I start my mod term in Feb and no chance to leave the country, I am glad to have holiday plans filling up my calendar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to the FRASERS SUITES stay on 5-7 Dec. Confirm mambo on the first night. Hope its gonna be a whole load of partying and nonsense. Nice thing is Aunt Cindy and family will be staying there during that period and I can pop by their place as well! (: As well as the rugged chalet with the gang on 14-16 Dec. Woo hooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally looking forward to every single activity that can be happening after my 4 papers. BBQ with chanchos, going out with the boyfriend and letting him try his new camera on ME, shopping, and the list goes on. A part of my mind wants time to be the hare and another part of it wants it to be the turtle. argh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Dec, 4.30 pm. But for now, its library from 10am to 11pm everyday. With breakfast, lunch and dinner breaks, and occasional jokes, chit chat and laughing session (with some EXCUSE ME CAN U ALL PLEASE! from some gui), some facebook, surfing, song sending etc.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17568695-4490107302245994902?l=purplepeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17568695/posts/default/4490107302245994902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17568695/posts/default/4490107302245994902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplepeg.blogspot.com/2007/11/despite-having-only-one-week-break.html' title=''/><author><name>pEg</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17568695.post-7308816517045913258</id><published>2007-11-17T15:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T15:48:12.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A long long time</title><content type='html'>Has been a long time since I slept so much. The feeling of waking up and knowing that you can continue sleeping felt so forgotten. Woke up to print cat report aat 930, went back to sleep while waiting for huifen to call, woke up to pass Huifen the report (shit she saw me in my ah ma-ish pj), went back to sleep, half an hour later, the postman came, pressing the bell and shouting "POSTMAN" non stop, woke up and greeted the postwoman in my ah ma-ish pj again. And went back to sleep. Another half an hour later, the boyfriend called, and no prize for guessing what I did after the call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Told ya I will feel more relaxed after week 13 when all the projects are due.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall give myself a short break today. Finally finally changed my bedsheet and packed my wardrobe. I hate it when I can't find what I want among the big pile. Doesn't help when the mummy refused to help too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for evening to arrive. Has been too long since all of us got together! But for now, I'll just continuing bumming around and listen to emo songs. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17568695-7308816517045913258?l=purplepeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17568695/posts/default/7308816517045913258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17568695/posts/default/7308816517045913258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplepeg.blogspot.com/2007/11/long-long-time.html' title='A long long time'/><author><name>pEg</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17568695.post-40967794454151400</id><published>2007-11-09T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:59:12.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Proper Update</title><content type='html'>Okay, enough of short random emo 2-liners, time for a proper post. But read at your own risk, gonna be quite boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past week has been one of the worse. My sleeping hours since Monday night totalled up to 20, inclusive of a 9-hour on tuesday. So you do your math and find out how much I slept for the other 3 days. But the grossest thing was that the MPW survey thingy came out on the night I slept early! You dont want to know how angry I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not me to be careless and lose things but this particular week has been "happening" in its way. On Wednesday I woke up feeling pissed over the MPW thingy, and I thought it was a bad start already. Then I dropped my laptop while paying for Subway. ARGH! It landed on a corner and the corner is now cui. The CD drive shell came out but I manged to fix it back in but I haven't tested it though. Don't ask me how old is my laptop cos it will just make me feel worse. CHINA PRODUCT! ARGH. But ok, my own fault. Only consolation is that its free.  Then at night I lost my all time favourite, versatile black cardigan. I have no idea how I dropped it cos I remembered (an unclear mind at 3am though) bringing it along before leaving the bench at SOB. But somehow, it disappeared. Brighter note, its a old cardigan, have been wearing it for at least 4 years and abit out of shape. But still.. ok nvm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, while driving, I saw a blue flash which I still can't be 100% sure that its not directed at me. I don't know how to describe the situation but I was a stoney driver, not in the right state of mind, so I will not be surprised if I beat a light without knowing it. It happened before, and boy, I'm glad I'm still here man. Hee hee. Anyway yup, its not me if you don't hear me mention it ever again. Then at holland v carpark this stupid uncle driver, driving an uncle car diao me cos I was in a opposite direction lane. HAHA. Ok i know its my fault again but I hate uncle drivers who always give us the kind of "wah lao, you stupid female driver" look. Come to think of it, I am glad Huijie, Nah, Yenfang, myself and jazzy baby reached home intact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To sidetrack abit, I met my first road block while sending the temasek hall people back. Luckily with regards to drink driving, I'm still quite strict with myself. The lil session at coffee club was good. I am a sucker for 4 person combi and this combi seems perfect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I thought the worst was over, I went home to face an angsty and probably stressed brother while trying to print my CAT report. It was super gross but I don't want to talk about it now. What made it worse was this morning I found out from my prof that nothing was due today. Can you imagine how grossed out I felt? It was like ARGHHHH, so much for going through all those shit! Anyway, THANKS ZHICHENG! Sorry for waking you up too. Partners rocks! Hehehe. Claim your honey coffee from me when you see this. If not then too bad!! Muahhaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing seemed to have gone right this week but I'm glad its coming to an end. TGIF! Most of the projects are more or less done and I can finally start studying proper. Week 13 is coming and it means the term is ending. This first-time-doing-5-modules, more project intensive than I expected semester is coming to and end! Last week of lessons and I hope I do not break my record cos I have not skipped a single class this semester. It might seem like a small thing, but DISCIPLINE ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of school, a pic from mui's 21st last week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/RzRcLYDJA8I/AAAAAAAACCs/F1jQRn2Abqs/s1600-h/PB030024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/RzRcLYDJA8I/AAAAAAAACCs/F1jQRn2Abqs/s320/PB030024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130827225985778626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Till then!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17568695-40967794454151400?l=purplepeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17568695/posts/default/40967794454151400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17568695/posts/default/40967794454151400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplepeg.blogspot.com/2007/11/proper-update.html' title='Proper Update'/><author><name>pEg</name><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/_6XY3hhUHrGo/RzRcLYDJA8I/AAAAAAAACCs/F1jQRn2Abqs/s72-c/PB030024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17568695.post-8579568126553621374</id><published>2007-11-08T03:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T03:09:51.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>For my fellow power gals out there:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A  woman is like a teabag; you never know her strength until you drop her in hot  water."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This cat crap will end in 24++ hours time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17568695-8579568126553621374?l=purplepeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17568695/posts/default/8579568126553621374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17568695/posts/default/8579568126553621374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplepeg.blogspot.com/2007/11/for-my-fellow-power-gals-out-there.html' title=''/><author><name>pEg</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17568695.post-2402664941171033528</id><published>2007-11-05T12:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T12:29:24.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Closet Maroon 5 fan</title><content type='html'>Oh hi Week 12!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;projects, bidding, studying, presentations, project, projects, projects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studying for exams can wait, perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt; It's beyond me, I cannot carry the weight of the heavy world&lt;br /&gt;So goodnight, goodnight, goodnight, goodnight&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight, goodnight, goodnight, goodnight&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight, hope that things work out all right, yeah&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17568695-2402664941171033528?l=purplepeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17568695/posts/default/2402664941171033528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17568695/posts/default/2402664941171033528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplepeg.blogspot.com/2007/11/oh-hi-week-12-projects-bidding-studying.html' title='Closet Maroon 5 fan'/><author><name>pEg</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17568695.post-7336038806817717732</id><published>2007-11-02T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T23:43:25.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When the going gets tough, the tough gets going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is full of irony, confusion, distractions, and what not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When everything's going against you, you are on the wrong lane?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm dying...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why isn't there a F1 key to life like how you do it in Excel. Ok, I know, too much CAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My head is bursting. I'm outta this seminar room in 5 mins time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till the next emo post...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17568695-7336038806817717732?l=purplepeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17568695/posts/default/7336038806817717732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17568695/posts/default/7336038806817717732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplepeg.blogspot.com/2007/11/when-going-gets-tough-tough-gets-going.html' title=''/><author><name>pEg</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17568695.post-5110829904268049734</id><published>2007-10-30T08:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T08:30:09.837+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was determined not to be late this morning cos I have been late for 2 consecutive tuesdays. So I left home about 5-10 mins earlier and ended up in school at 810 cos I missed the whole BKE morning jam. That is like, 5-10 mins for half an hour. Can someone deconflict this so that I can reach on time at 830?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its week 11 in SMU, which means 4 more weeks to exams. On top of that, disgusting project datelines are drawing near. Talking to some friends yesterday and realised that their exams are nearer than mine. Guess everyone is in a highly stressed mode. So this is going out to all the stressed school people..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;serene, bobbs, jason, zhicheng,  gabe, huifen, yenfang, eunice, steph, penny, shuxia, mui, cindi,  jianwei, den, lun, huijie, ivan, linrong, becks, fiona, huiyi, danchi, tiff, ade, and if you read my blog and thinks you need to be mentioned as well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Press on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The larger the week number gets, means the term is coming to an end. yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17568695-5110829904268049734?l=purplepeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17568695/posts/default/5110829904268049734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17568695/posts/default/5110829904268049734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplepeg.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-was-determined-not-to-be-late-this.html' title=''/><author><name>pEg</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17568695.post-2249813607104193556</id><published>2007-10-28T11:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:59:14.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Asoc Day &amp; etc.</title><content type='html'>I was supposed to be up at 9. But well, I was testing the alarm and snoozing function of my new phone. tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asoc Day on Friday was damn fun. I think any event we go to, we always manage to have fun. Self-entertainment I call it. But the best part was, we managed to win the 3day 2night to Frasers Suites. I am so excited and looking forward to it! Cos we are gonna have so much fun again!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, took a million photos. And that always contribute to bulk of the fun. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/RyQLLiBK0tI/AAAAAAAACBs/pMzx3eV-kFk/s1600-h/CIMG6060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/RyQLLiBK0tI/AAAAAAAACBs/pMzx3eV-kFk/s320/CIMG6060.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126234568592642770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'll be there for you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/RyQL2SBK0uI/AAAAAAAACB0/R7sWumY1pAc/s1600-h/CIMG6064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/RyQL2SBK0uI/AAAAAAAACB0/R7sWumY1pAc/s320/CIMG6064.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126235303032050402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Afros&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/RyQNdiBK0xI/AAAAAAAACCM/Iz0VT_DCp34/s1600-h/CIMG6076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/RyQNdiBK0xI/AAAAAAAACCM/Iz0VT_DCp34/s320/CIMG6076.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126237076853543698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Huge, heavy and fat Pooh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/RyQMYyBK0vI/AAAAAAAACB8/pSuhH42DgeE/s1600-h/CIMG6103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/RyQMYyBK0vI/AAAAAAAACB8/pSuhH42DgeE/s320/CIMG6103.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126235895737537266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Spidey and Superman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/RyQM1SBK0wI/AAAAAAAACCE/FehkEhNNS88/s1600-h/CIMG6122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/RyQM1SBK0wI/AAAAAAAACCE/FehkEhNNS88/s320/CIMG6122.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126236385363809026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mr and Mrs Gross&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/RyQO0CBK0yI/AAAAAAAACCU/Sts25NUjdeE/s1600-h/CIMG6172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/RyQO0CBK0yI/AAAAAAAACCU/Sts25NUjdeE/s320/CIMG6172.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126238562912228130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Literally chilling at Eski Bar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fresh new photos from my K810i.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/RyQPISBK0zI/AAAAAAAACCc/6oBdk6gc1Ec/s1600-h/DSC00003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/RyQPISBK0zI/AAAAAAAACCc/6oBdk6gc1Ec/s320/DSC00003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126238910804579122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/RyQPXiBK00I/AAAAAAAACCk/IjHqSVuFV5I/s1600-h/DSC00007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/RyQPXiBK00I/AAAAAAAACCk/IjHqSVuFV5I/s320/DSC00007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126239172797584194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Christmas came early. Sony Ericsson rocks socks. Muahhhhhhh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17568695-2249813607104193556?l=purplepeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17568695/posts/default/2249813607104193556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17568695/posts/default/2249813607104193556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplepeg.blogspot.com/2007/10/asoc-day-etc.html' title='Asoc Day &amp; etc.'/><author><name>pEg</name><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/_6XY3hhUHrGo/RyQLLiBK0tI/AAAAAAAACBs/pMzx3eV-kFk/s72-c/CIMG6060.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17568695.post-3363178948238984028</id><published>2007-10-25T10:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:59:15.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Temptation and Nostalgia</title><content type='html'>Yesterday the boyfriend was showing me the phone he wanted to buy. When I saw it, I was like, oh my god, the white one is sooo nice, get the white one! But he said he will never get a white phone. SO it got me super tempted to get one for myself. Its has every function except a camera, which is the reason why he is buying. So now I'm in a 'super tempted to get the phone' mood. Argh! Throw in a 3.2 megapix camera in it and I confirm buy. But then the price would have been so much different already I guess. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/RyAF6yBK0nI/AAAAAAAACA8/U8piGY16l44/s1600-h/GPD_41736_1516_0_4000.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/RyAF6yBK0nI/AAAAAAAACA8/U8piGY16l44/s320/GPD_41736_1516_0_4000.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125102883364852338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since nostalgia seems to be such an in thing now.. Haha! I was digging through my stuff to look my Kranji and SA leaving certs. And I found this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/RyAHKCBK0oI/AAAAAAAACBE/hNVCMfEGznA/s1600-h/img067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/RyAHKCBK0oI/AAAAAAAACBE/hNVCMfEGznA/s320/img067.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125104244869485186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sec 4D class list! Haha! And I had a few of them. I think I kept some for rememberance. Cos I always had to take these dumb ass class list to mark stupid attendance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better still... I even had the list of everyone's particulars. I think Ms Sim gave it to me. Haha. Be nice to me people, else I know where to hang pig's head. I even have your IC numbers!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/RyAImiBK0pI/AAAAAAAACBM/ZsQ6tjsoepI/s1600-h/img068+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/RyAImiBK0pI/AAAAAAAACBM/ZsQ6tjsoepI/s320/img068+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125105834007384722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And it came in handy. See those markings by the side? It was used to organise the visit to Ms Phua's love nest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/RyAI3CBK0qI/AAAAAAAACBU/rH_8umoeAAM/s1600-h/img071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/RyAI3CBK0qI/AAAAAAAACBU/rH_8umoeAAM/s320/img071.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125106117475226274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/RyAJPCBK0rI/AAAAAAAACBc/39g2Fk6QFLE/s1600-h/img072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/RyAJPCBK0rI/AAAAAAAACBc/39g2Fk6QFLE/s320/img072.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125106529792086706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in the same photo album, I found some of our old chalet photos.... And some sensitive photos. But I LOL at this one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/RyAJbCBK0sI/AAAAAAAACBk/3dKbTo_mtUo/s1600-h/img073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/RyAJbCBK0sI/AAAAAAAACBk/3dKbTo_mtUo/s320/img073.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125106735950516930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jianwei! So retarded! We had a lot of silly fun, which will never happen again...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17568695-3363178948238984028?l=purplepeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17568695/posts/default/3363178948238984028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17568695/posts/default/3363178948238984028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplepeg.blogspot.com/2007/10/of-temptation-and-nostalgia.html' title='Of Temptation and Nostalgia'/><author><name>pEg</name><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/_6XY3hhUHrGo/RyAF6yBK0nI/AAAAAAAACA8/U8piGY16l44/s72-c/GPD_41736_1516_0_4000.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17568695.post-3525404971456318759</id><published>2007-10-21T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:59:16.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Slacker</title><content type='html'>My weekend in 2 words: very slack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gave myself a break. :) Let's see what I have done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday, after CAT, went to visit Ah Ma with a nice bouquet of flowers. I could tell how happy she was to see me. Not bragging, but I saw how her face lit up when I walked in with the flowers. I didn't tell her I was going down, and at that time she was alone, watching TV, and I presume, kinda bored. And that made my day too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I have spent quite a lot on cab and the flowers, I decided to take public home. Outram -&gt; Jurong East -&gt; And... I overshot and ended up taking 187 home from Marsiling. zZz. Went home and slept for another 4 hours, you don't know how xing fu I felt. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went Loof with Linrong, Zhicheng, Jason and Timmy, followed by porridge at Chinatown before heading home to sleep again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/RxtravamodI/AAAAAAAACAA/IVZ6o80Jscw/s1600-h/n618815559_567774_7738.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/RxtravamodI/AAAAAAAACAA/IVZ6o80Jscw/s320/n618815559_567774_7738.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123807108212892114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me and Linrong at the loof.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Slept till the sun was way up on Saturday then headed to town for some retail therapy with the boyfriend. It felt like I haven't shopped since forever. Bought 2 pairs of shorts from Cotton On, and he bought the 5bucks slippers too. Finally used my last piece of Wisma vouchers. Then high-tead at this new cafe by Bakerzin, which I forgot the name, before meeting the guys for movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/RxttCPamofI/AAAAAAAACAM/vyGYOXDkNiY/s1600-h/CIMG5979.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/RxttCPamofI/AAAAAAAACAM/vyGYOXDkNiY/s320/CIMG5979.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123808886329352690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lost count on the number of car shots we have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/RxtxJPamokI/AAAAAAAACA0/W1Ruo_P2KaE/s1600-h/CIMG5997.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/RxtxJPamokI/AAAAAAAACA0/W1Ruo_P2KaE/s320/CIMG5997.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123813404634948162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cam whoring while high-teaing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/RxtwwfamojI/AAAAAAAACAs/KxPQBQ6ZX-o/s1600-h/CIMG5990.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/RxtwwfamojI/AAAAAAAACAs/KxPQBQ6ZX-o/s320/CIMG5990.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123812979433185842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;SO fierce!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Watched Brothers with 5 guys. -_- If it was Jason, Zhicheng and Bobbs confirm try to associate me into the brotherhood. But lucky these guys still see me as a girl, at least thats what I want to think. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally met Mak after 6 long months. And he finally gave up hinting us to organise something for him and organised this outing himself. But in the end, who had the great foresight to go buy tickets first and who was the one making the booking for Chevrons?! When can I ever sit back and just show my face, and stop being a mother to them? You boysssss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/Rxtu5_amogI/AAAAAAAACAU/DSRzytkTjlg/s1600-h/CIMG6028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/Rxtu5_amogI/AAAAAAAACAU/DSRzytkTjlg/s320/CIMG6028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123810943618687490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual Chevrons after that. Totally predictable. Celebrated Yu and Jian's birthday. A bit budget but hope you guys don't mind k?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/RxtwRvamoiI/AAAAAAAACAk/HSmC339LoX4/s1600-h/CIMG6005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/RxtwRvamoiI/AAAAAAAACAk/HSmC339LoX4/s320/CIMG6005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123812451152208418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/Rxtvg_amohI/AAAAAAAACAc/p3Toq0bDKOg/s1600-h/CIMG6045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/Rxtvg_amohI/AAAAAAAACAc/p3Toq0bDKOg/s320/CIMG6045.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123811613633585682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sorry Rong, this is the best picture out of those few. At least more of your face was shown. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, as usual, woke up at lunch time. Lunch at Adams followed by Island Cremery. Then tuition, and ironically that was the only time I managed to do some revision/work. I always bring along my notes so that I can force some stuff while my tutees do work for teacher me. Dinner at Ichiban, and here I am blogging and preparing for tmr. Not going to do any work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to sleep soon! I love being weak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday Ariel Chng! 祝你 become fairer and prettier! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17568695-3525404971456318759?l=purplepeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17568695/posts/default/3525404971456318759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17568695/posts/default/3525404971456318759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplepeg.blogspot.com/2007/10/slacker.html' title='Slacker'/><author><name>pEg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/RxtravamodI/AAAAAAAACAA/IVZ6o80Jscw/s72-c/n618815559_567774_7738.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17568695.post-2832928546188108998</id><published>2007-10-18T15:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T15:44:08.854+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm having this unexpected free time to myself, and as usual I'm loving it. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was ready to spend the rest of my afternoon, after tuition, at SGH with ah ma. But when I reached, she was feeling sleepy cos the doctor gave her an injection to ease her giddiness. So I only spent less than half an hour there, then went for lunch with gong gong cos we both have not eaten. I went by public transport, which took like almost one hour, walked around the complicated Outram Campus, perspiring and panting like mad but stayed for only such a short while. Bleh, abit like not worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, thanks for all your concern. The op went well and she's feeling good, other than feeling giddy and not having much appetite. Probably due to the anaesthesia, and who can ever have appetite with hospital food?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am feeling unexpectedly more relaxed on this supposedly hell week, as compared to my recess week. Its the preparation process I reckon. But this free-ness is scaring me a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my room needs my attention now. The table has reached a stage it can't get any messier. Ciaoz!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17568695-2832928546188108998?l=purplepeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17568695/posts/default/2832928546188108998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17568695/posts/default/2832928546188108998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplepeg.blogspot.com/2007/10/im-having-this-unexpected-free-time-to.html' title=''/><author><name>pEg</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17568695.post-6502451048620777836</id><published>2007-10-16T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:59:16.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/RxTbffamocI/AAAAAAAAB_4/0seseG4UOq0/s1600-h/CIMG4574.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/RxTbffamocI/AAAAAAAAB_4/0seseG4UOq0/s320/CIMG4574.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121960010282607042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L is for the way you look at me&lt;br /&gt;O is for the only one I see&lt;br /&gt;V is very, very extraordinary&lt;br /&gt;E is even more than anyone that you adore can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is all that I can give to you&lt;br /&gt;Love is more than just a game for two&lt;br /&gt;Two in love can make it&lt;br /&gt;Take my heart and please don't break it&lt;br /&gt;Love was made for me and you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17568695-6502451048620777836?l=purplepeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17568695/posts/default/6502451048620777836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17568695/posts/default/6502451048620777836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplepeg.blogspot.com/2007/10/love.html' title='LOVE'/><author><name>pEg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/RxTbffamocI/AAAAAAAAB_4/0seseG4UOq0/s72-c/CIMG4574.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17568695.post-1884760144829790082</id><published>2007-10-16T14:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:59:16.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Those were the days....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/RxRbm_amobI/AAAAAAAAB_w/zpKB7rvCrKU/s1600-h/n575152875_199044_2495.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/RxRbm_amobI/AAAAAAAAB_w/zpKB7rvCrKU/s400/n575152875_199044_2495.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121819401643270578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sec 3D on Folk Dance Night 2001 (photo kopped from Liyu's Facebook)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How not to miss those carefree days?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually in those days, I already learnt the lesson that effort does not always equate result. I remembered putting in so much effort for this FDN but still, we lost. I was probably still young and naive to realise the lesson behind it. But now I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some comments on people I still see:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Zhong Chou, good job growing up, seriously! Hahaha. You look 10 million times better now I swear.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Somehow in this picture, Mak looks like he is of the same colour as Shwetha (is that how you spell her name?) Hahaha.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Long hair suits Steph better&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Delon and Huijie looks sooooo younggg boyishh. Delon, how come it seems to me that your brother is in this photo instead of you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;People like Mui, Cindi and Yenfang (ESPECIALLY) never change one! Forever that face.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;As for myself... Was I so skinny last time?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I can't find the rest of the people but I suspect the forehead behind Hwee Teng is Yirong and the one behind Edmund and Delon is Den. Lun, where are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But those were really the days... So stupid, yet so fun! Miss miss missssssssss.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17568695-1884760144829790082?l=purplepeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17568695/posts/default/1884760144829790082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17568695/posts/default/1884760144829790082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplepeg.blogspot.com/2007/10/those-were-days.html' title='Those were the days....'/><author><name>pEg</name><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/_6XY3hhUHrGo/RxRbm_amobI/AAAAAAAAB_w/zpKB7rvCrKU/s72-c/n575152875_199044_2495.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17568695.post-8508289462370317986</id><published>2007-10-12T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T23:02:13.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ageing society</title><content type='html'>I think we have all grown up, and reached an age whereby our grandparents are getting old. Its just too much of an coindence. I just read Shiyin's blog about her grandmother. Then 5 minutes later I asked Jian about his MSN nick which happened to be refering to her sick grandfather. So it just spurred a thought in me that at 21 years old, we have all grown up, and that means our parents and grandparents especially are getting older, and older.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have already attended at least 2 wakes of my close friends' grandparents over the past year. Not counting some which I did not attend or did not know about. This are all processes of life but I cannot imagine any of my 4 grandparents whom have played such significant roles in my life leaving us behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whichever religion you believe in, do pray for your grandparent's health. And don't wait for regrets. Remember the ones who protected you when your parents wanted to hit you? Remember the ones who insisted in giving you the 5 or 10 dollar note, sweets and chocolates no matter how many times your parents says NO? Remember the ones who buy toys for you and bring you to Swensens at the expense of getting "scolded" by your parents?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My ah ma is going for her op this coming wednesday evening. Please do pray for her as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When was the last time you visited your grandparents? If it has been more than 2 weeks, maybe you should do so this weekend? Or to the very least, give them a call and ask them how they are?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17568695-8508289462370317986?l=purplepeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17568695/posts/default/8508289462370317986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17568695/posts/default/8508289462370317986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplepeg.blogspot.com/2007/10/ageing-society.html' title='Ageing society'/><author><name>pEg</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17568695.post-4548934002063391489</id><published>2007-10-12T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:59:16.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is for you, Dicky!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/Rw-Es_amoYI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/Ng3wvIa5GpY/s1600-h/dick.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120457209815671170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/Rw-Es_amoYI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/Ng3wvIa5GpY/s400/dick.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Miss you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17568695-4548934002063391489?l=purplepeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17568695/posts/default/4548934002063391489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17568695/posts/default/4548934002063391489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplepeg.blogspot.com/2007/10/blog-post.html' title='This is for you, Dicky!'/><author><name>pEg</name><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/_6XY3hhUHrGo/Rw-Es_amoYI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/Ng3wvIa5GpY/s72-c/dick.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17568695.post-7871683266182092560</id><published>2007-10-10T17:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:59:18.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday's wanted to + Today's happenings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This recess week is a sleep late everyday week. MJ again last night and all 3 of us lost to Daniel, &lt;em&gt;again&lt;/em&gt;. Next time confirm ask Becky to throw away that set of green tiles which he claims he has never lost while playing with that set of tiles before. But thankew Jason jie mei for that hong zhong which he gave me and had to bao 5 tai! Minimised my losses. Muahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Too shag for mambo tonight. Or am I just not interested? Walas sounds like a better idea. Should I drive, or should I drink?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Gonna go prepare to go out for dinner already. Its a FAMILY DINNER! But I am still abit tired to look forward to it. Anyway, Happy Birthday to my one and only yandao brother, Padro Ang! Thank you for coming to my rescue at 4am this morning. Hehehe. Now that he is 18, it means that he is eligible to go enrol himself at BBDC. OMG, in time to come, there will be one more competitor for Jazzy Baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Too much words on this blog. A photo of my MPW group on a so called "jack-bobbs day". The title of the photo is: We &lt;u&gt;still &lt;/u&gt;love you, Bobbs!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120100212134027554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/Rw5AA_amoSI/AAAAAAAAB-o/lfoQMQFa_Bo/s320/n790625155_1411212_6024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;***********************&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Ok, the above was what I wanted to post yesterday (wed) before I went for dinner. But the stupid thing hang when I was trying to upload the photo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So I had dinner with Mummy, Daddy, Ah gong, Ah ma and Padro at this Jap restaurant near old SAJC. The food was awesome. I ordered this Wagyu beef which I didn't know costs 70 bucks for like 10 plus slices. oops! But the one who was paying didn't think the meal was expensive anyway. And who cares more just to be sitting on the same table dinning with these 5 people, seriously, seriously.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;SO what happened today was I fell sick. Its either the aircon at SOA SR 1.1 or I think there are just too many 4am nights (Friday, Sunday, Tuesday, Wednesday) coupled with dragging myself out of bed for proj meetings after that. Abit bad ah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Went walas last night and Timmy band was playing. Awesome, and the cool drummer cut his hair. Hehe. Beers, fries with more salt than fries then mutton soup at Adams with great company. OH! Now I know why I am sick. I think its the mutton soup! Bleah. Whatever lah huh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120104807749034354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/Rw5EMfamoXI/AAAAAAAAB_Q/Q90JCVpV61c/s320/n618815559_542531_5422.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Last night after Walas.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Some pictures from ZC's randomness album:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120104481331519842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/Rw5D5famoWI/AAAAAAAAB_I/nJW4SMNtWPE/s320/n618815559_544241_992.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No doubt about that, Angel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120104412612043090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/Rw5D1famoVI/AAAAAAAAB_A/d6uuYBXbmfI/s320/n618815559_544242_1312.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Looks damn real right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120104313827795266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/Rw5DvvamoUI/AAAAAAAAB-4/PGHN5mM6kSo/s320/n618815559_544140_8396.jpg" border="0" /&gt; I posted this instead of the bunny one bcos I knew you wouldn't like that. Say you love me, quick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120104176388841778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/Rw5DnvamoTI/AAAAAAAAB-w/dL91Q7Lffpk/s320/n618815559_544141_8691.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;And I swear at this rate, we are turning lesbians. /rain &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think I have had enough recess weeks to realise that out of these 3 things: fun, work and rest, you can only have 2 if you want to have them properly. If not you end up like me. Work not much done, not enough rest and yet not having enough time to do the fun things you want. And worse still you end up falling sick. Damn sian.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And I can't believe that even Thursday is ending already. OMG, my recess week!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17568695-7871683266182092560?l=purplepeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17568695/posts/default/7871683266182092560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17568695/posts/default/7871683266182092560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplepeg.blogspot.com/2007/10/yesterdays-wanted-to-todays-happenings.html' title='Yesterday&apos;s wanted to + Today&apos;s happenings'/><author><name>pEg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/Rw5AA_amoSI/AAAAAAAAB-o/lfoQMQFa_Bo/s72-c/n790625155_1411212_6024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17568695.post-1081486395587456463</id><published>2007-10-06T19:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T19:44:49.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Peace</title><content type='html'>I am not kidding when my desire colum says world peace. I realise I do appreciate peace to myself a whole lot more than last time. I am having this unplanned time alone, in my quiet home, because Man U is kicking off half an hour later and I decided to take a rest and some time to myself instead of watching 1-0 matches. Their matches have been boring so far. Blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess to spice up his match a little, the bf made a deal with me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: if man utd win by &lt;u&gt;more than&lt;/u&gt; 2 goals tonight, i give you 15mins massage.&lt;br /&gt;Me: so hard lo! ahhaah&lt;br /&gt;Him: Wigan leh!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ok lor, since I got nothing to lose&lt;br /&gt;Him: if man utd lose.. u massage me 15 mins. deal or no deal?&lt;br /&gt;Me: hmm... deal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My rationale is: If Man U loses to Wigan, I'll just take it as a consolation to him. No big deal, 15 mins of my version of time anyway. Muahhaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so sleepy now, although having slept from 330am - 2pm. Last night went to eat steamboat with Timo and Yenfang then chilled at Bali Lane, drank Erdinger, Steph came, went to catch gay monkeys at this Fort Road carpark, then caught normal monkeys at the ECP carpark, went Geylang to look at prostitutes and gross men. Luckily I wasn't driving. Hehe. Thanks Timo. I was sooo tired lah. I think catching monkeys in a red car ain't such a smart idea. Oh, did I mention that some of the whores are actually quite pretty, young and hot? Sigh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17568695-1081486395587456463?l=purplepeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17568695/posts/default/1081486395587456463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17568695/posts/default/1081486395587456463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplepeg.blogspot.com/2007/10/peace.html' title='Peace'/><author><name>pEg</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17568695.post-2214236422069381400</id><published>2007-10-04T13:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T14:04:23.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The weakest link</title><content type='html'>Ben's words are always so influential. Remember the saddistic him saying "Sleep is for the Week" last term. And now ZC is using it. I swear I have been too weak. Who in the world gets the luxury of waking up at 12noon for 2 days straight on a week 7? Everytime I set my alarm at 10, i ended up waking up past 12. I think I should make it 8am next time. And then bobbs had his own version of "Food is for the weak". Again, I have been the happiest weak around. Leading the life of a pig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these plans for next week is getting me so excited over recess week. So much so that I feel that I am holidaying already (with the waking up past 12 nonsense) when I actually have a midterm and an assignment due tmr! I am going to make at least 1 of the list of activities happen, I swear. But other than that, I guess there's nothing much to look forward to judging from my heap of week 9 happenings on the right. Bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to work, no more wasting time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17568695-2214236422069381400?l=purplepeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17568695/posts/default/2214236422069381400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17568695/posts/default/2214236422069381400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplepeg.blogspot.com/2007/10/weakest-link.html' title='The weakest link'/><author><name>pEg</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17568695.post-8247996671573476091</id><published>2007-10-02T00:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T00:44:42.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Angsty</title><content type='html'>Can someone please tell me how to make my pictures in such a way that I can click on them and make them appear bigger, you know, that kind. Blogger is damn siao lah. I always upload my photos in the same way but sometimes its clickable and sometimes its not. Grrr. I spent so much time doing the collage lor! But no one can see the captions of the photos! Grr..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't stand it whenever I close my internet explorer of Facebook, I will received a Facebook notification on my Outlook. And I have to open a new internet explorer window (or tab) and go onto Facebook again. Grr.. It happened 10 million times today already. This Facebook addiction is getting out of hand. But, kinda fun too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17568695-8247996671573476091?l=purplepeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17568695/posts/default/8247996671573476091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17568695/posts/default/8247996671573476091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplepeg.blogspot.com/2007/10/angsty.html' title='Angsty'/><author><name>pEg</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17568695.post-275983607246014102</id><published>2007-10-01T13:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T20:42:57.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life in SMU</title><content type='html'>I uploaded 5 new albums with a total of 150 photos on Facebook over the past week or 2. Kinda mad. Check out Facebook, this blog is kinda neglected and not as happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, just one collage of a super fun weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v214/peggen_86/collage29sep.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v214/peggen_86/collage29sep.jpg" width="330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Hidden message included.) *wave to zhicheng* hurhur, private joke.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17568695-275983607246014102?l=purplepeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17568695/posts/default/275983607246014102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17568695/posts/default/275983607246014102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplepeg.blogspot.com/2007/10/life-in-smu.html' title='Life in SMU'/><author><name>pEg</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17568695.post-19038218032480728</id><published>2007-09-27T15:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T16:08:09.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its a wonder how a small thing can cook up a storm in someone's life. It was supposed to be a small thing, at least I thought. But somehow, someone never fail to disrupt peace in my life. And its just so irritating. For once, I did not know who to turn to. I had reservations about almost every single person I thought I could talk to. So that leaves me with no one to talk to. And you know in times like this, I would really appreciate no questions ask. I will sort it out myself. And to begin with, its really a thing so small one would hardly take notice so yup, don't bother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, my ah ma is going for her knee operation in less than a month's time, after years of procratination. And being the worry freak I always am, I can't help worrying about everything, ranging from who's going to accompany her in the hospital to, of course, the success of the whole thing, how long it will take before she can walk normally again etc. And I can't display my worries in front of her because I know it took her lots of courage to do this. Somehow old people are kinda against going under the knife. Its just normal. And I don't want to add on to her fear which she also has been trying to hide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I have always been a darling to her, and she brings me around, travelling with her since I was young. And you know how in a tour, people always make comment about "wah, you bring your grand-daughter with you ah" and stuff like that. And a reply she made stayed etched in my heart. "Yah lor, don't know next time when I'm old already, will she do the same to me." You know how certain things people say never get removed from your life? This is one sentence which I somehow never forget over these years. And so I hope this op puts an end to all her pain so that I can fulfil this duty of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow there are just too many things troubling me recently. And whether I am going for exchange is an issue which has been bouncing to and fro. When I think I have decided, something has to come along to make me reconsider. So it just keeps coming back and forth. And its just so infuriating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I am just in a "life sucks" phase which I am optimistic that I'll be over it soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17568695-19038218032480728?l=purplepeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17568695/posts/default/19038218032480728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17568695/posts/default/19038218032480728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplepeg.blogspot.com/2007/09/its-wonder-how-small-thing-can-cook-up.html' title=''/><author><name>pEg</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17568695.post-96734024027645838</id><published>2007-09-23T23:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T23:28:07.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Retail theRapist</title><content type='html'>Erm, I'm abit embarassed to say this because it has been a long 2 months plus since my last update but I hope you guys still remember my site at &lt;a href="http://retail-the-rapist.blogspot.com/"&gt;Your Retail theRAPIST&lt;/a&gt;. Yup, I added some stuff to the collection, so please take a look. Somehow inspirations only come when I'm busier, or maybe its just a convenience excuse for me to take a distraction from school work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, the site is updated so do go take a look. Just click and take a look wouldn't kill right? :)&lt;br /&gt;muaks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17568695-96734024027645838?l=purplepeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17568695/posts/default/96734024027645838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17568695/posts/default/96734024027645838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplepeg.blogspot.com/2007/09/retail-therapist.html' title='Retail theRapist'/><author><name>pEg</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17568695.post-5267205417884927361</id><published>2007-09-20T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T00:46:17.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v214/peggen_86/Missy.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v214/peggen_86/Missy.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today he made the attempt to make Peg gain weight - part 2. We went for buffet lunch at M Hotel The Buffet. The name of the place is really The Buffet. hurhur, damn creative. It was actually his birthday present from my grandparents. Then we had Missy and bubble tea for dinner. Blisssss. But enough said, I'm going to the gym tomorow. But right now, I need to continue whining to ZC to go with me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is probably quite insane but I am not going to sleep despite finishing my stuff and having a morning class tmr cos class 95 is playing nice songs after nice songs. Hahaha. Slightly after he left, they played a live version of Wonderful Tonight. Wasted, they should have played it earlier then I can go 'what song is this?" to him then we'll probably be quits. Ok, jokes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its friday. And happy recess week to the NTU and NUS people. I am damn jeals! How come mine hasn't even seem near?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17568695-5267205417884927361?l=purplepeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17568695/posts/default/5267205417884927361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17568695/posts/default/5267205417884927361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplepeg.blogspot.com/2007/09/missy.html' title='Missy!'/><author><name>pEg</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17568695.post-5252385488753302537</id><published>2007-09-19T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:59:18.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eccentrico</title><content type='html'>This post is specially dedicated to someone who asked me to blog something and at the same time, secretly did not know how to create a photo album on facebook. So, killing 2 birds with 1 stone, &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Idiot's Guide to Creating A Photo Album on Facebook&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/RvEesAQpolI/AAAAAAAAB9Q/v7cRR3bwiJ8/s1600-h/Picture3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111900793375138386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/RvEesAQpolI/AAAAAAAAB9Q/v7cRR3bwiJ8/s320/Picture3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/RvEeegQpokI/AAAAAAAAB9I/thXaR6qLKU8/s1600-h/Picture2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111900561446904386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/RvEeegQpokI/AAAAAAAAB9I/thXaR6qLKU8/s320/Picture2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After should be easy and self explanatory right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright, I know thats not what you want to read from me. So blogging proper...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I have been quite eccentric lately. Ok, cancel the word "think". I HAVE BEEN quite eccentric lately. The other night, late at night, I suddenly became damn sensitive over certain stuff and got myself damn upset over this group of friends. I did write a short post when I was emo to the max but as expected, I deleted it first thing the next morning. Just didn't feel right cos many of them will be reading it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then this morning, I got damn upset, again, over some stuff with the boyfriend. And it resulted in a mini storm. Ok, yes, we stormed, a mini one. Upon reflections, I realised, and admitted, and apologised, that I over-reacted. Although I still think I have the right to feel disappointed. But point here being, I was eccentric and hence over-reacted. Somehow I can hear Dicky telling me "you girls are friggin insane". Yah, sometimes, maybe. BUT STILL, I stand firm that I am not crazy to be disappointed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a happier note, I had dinner at Turf City Owen seafood restaurant with his family. It was a great feast of lobster, oyster, crabsters, and all those stuff. They ordered to a point whereby the waitress was a little apprehensive if we could finish them, which we did. Hehehe. So the boy told me that it was an attempt to help me gain back whatever I have lost, after being accused of ill treating me. Hahaha! I swear my loss of 4kg over the past 2 years definitely didn't come from him. Or maybe it worked the other way round. Shrug.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And back to being angry, I chanced upon a Wan Bao headline article last evening which made me fuming mad. I swear I have never been that worked up over a newspaper article before, seriously, I was that mad. I will go scan the article and attempt to translate, when I have time. But the gist of it is that this little girl, less than 10 year old kind, was sexually abused by a cucumber, until she died. And her body was found in a bag. Like seriously, how sick can that be. I seriously hope that sick bastard(s) who did that sickest thing in the world get his/their dick(s) and balls ripped into a million pieces, then put them into a hug tub of bugs, insects and have all those gross stuff attack the wound and let them die from infection, rotting dicks and loss of blood. And I think that still will not make up for the ultra sick thing they have done, I am just not creative enough to go on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, enough of gross stuff. I'm kinda looking forward to K-lunching this Sat with the Asoc people. Hehe. Jason puts it as a Jie-mei recruitment in disguise. Damn gross, but I think we are gonna have fun! This sentence is for Gavin, JJ, Dicky, Ben, Mark, Ching, Hilda, although not all of you read my blog but WE ARE GONNA HAVE ALOT OF FUN WITHOUT YOU GUYS! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the lil steamboat for Rong's birthday, although I have my reservations about how the food will turn out to be, without me preparing. But well, I shall trust you all this time round in order not to impose too much work on myself. Tsk tsk! And I have a feeling the turn out will be good. This sentence is for Mak: WE ARE GONNA HAVE ALOT OF FUN WITHOUT YOU TOO! Although I don't think he has time to come online and read blogs. But if you see this, drop us a buzz. Has been too long since I last heard from you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back to being eccentric, quoting from my dear Serene, "I don't like this ah, seriously", I hope to be over this soon cos I seriously don't like it myself too. "Don't like!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17568695-5252385488753302537?l=purplepeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17568695/posts/default/5252385488753302537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17568695/posts/default/5252385488753302537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplepeg.blogspot.com/2007/09/eccentrico.html' title='Eccentrico'/><author><name>pEg</name><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/_6XY3hhUHrGo/RvEesAQpolI/AAAAAAAAB9Q/v7cRR3bwiJ8/s72-c/Picture3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17568695.post-3273456202295863998</id><published>2007-09-10T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:59:21.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photos Galore!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;I was contemplating if I should do this because I was mentally calculating the number of pages I could read with this time. But this contemplating is wasting more time. Heck it lah, I need a break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;His 22nd&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Nothing fantastic. Just a buffet dinner at Hokkaido at Turf City followed by abit of supermarket shopping. No cake, although I suggested getting one. I guess when you pass the 21st, birthdays are just any other day. Or is it just a guy's thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108582452397038466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/RuVUrIzrW4I/AAAAAAAAB7Y/p_cGEVbE-sw/s320/CIMG5585.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yummy sashimi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108582851828997010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/RuVVCYzrW5I/AAAAAAAAB7g/JAm-ccBW67g/s320/CIMG5580.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Chanchos @ The Tea Party&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108583401584810914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/RuVViYzrW6I/AAAAAAAAB7o/WEeKSiWEpyg/s320/DSCN0271.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108587636422564914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/RuVZY4zrXDI/AAAAAAAAB8w/9Xcit6oTudw/s320/DSCN0273.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Yenfang, stop peeping!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108589019402034258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/RuVapYzrXFI/AAAAAAAAB9A/PdtJLL7ye1U/s320/DSCN0276.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Nonsense boys&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108583818196638658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/RuVV6ozrW8I/AAAAAAAAB74/7nT1N-PCus4/s320/DSCN0279.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Rekindle neo-print days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Saturday Night Chevy&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108585183996238818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/RuVXKIzrW-I/AAAAAAAAB8I/Lj4_t7j76uk/s320/CIMG5591.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The boy sure loves the sweater&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108585544773491698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/RuVXfIzrW_I/AAAAAAAAB8Q/tIEp3gq5krQ/s320/CIMG5598.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Kim &amp; Jim&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108585978565188610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/RuVX4YzrXAI/AAAAAAAAB8Y/vaO3GxtfyBA/s320/CIMG5604.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Girls&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108586365112245266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/RuVYO4zrXBI/AAAAAAAAB8g/g9Z4mgjanwA/s320/CIMG5610.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The video will do the rest of the talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="280" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-ee1283e72a9c7738" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dee1283e72a9c7738%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331046026%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D11410AD24F2E48FE407BB13B4358538DBE5517D8.FE70F294512E9F3CBC2B096D74E5803F5BD4422%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dee1283e72a9c7738%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DtVKZgLv9pZD4srvBwMPOKKSS-OE&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="280" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dee1283e72a9c7738%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331046026%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D11410AD24F2E48FE407BB13B4358538DBE5517D8.FE70F294512E9F3CBC2B096D74E5803F5BD4422%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dee1283e72a9c7738%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DtVKZgLv9pZD4srvBwMPOKKSS-OE&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;If you see a mad man in the video, that is not my boyfriend. Just a resemblence alright? Tsk!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17568695-3273456202295863998?l=purplepeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=ee1283e72a9c7738&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17568695/posts/default/3273456202295863998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17568695/posts/default/3273456202295863998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplepeg.blogspot.com/2007/09/photos-galore.html' title='Photos Galore!'/><author><name>pEg</name><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/_6XY3hhUHrGo/RuVUrIzrW4I/AAAAAAAAB7Y/p_cGEVbE-sw/s72-c/CIMG5585.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17568695.post-4457925941165454360</id><published>2007-09-08T01:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T02:39:45.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emo Post</title><content type='html'>I think when we start counting our blessings, we will know how much we actually have. And in actual fact, life is not dull and empty, because of all the wonderful people around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feeling very satisfied at this moment, and very emo too. I think the hormones are at work again. But I would rather (x10million) my hormones making me emo than giving me pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just had a duper fun session over tea, fried food and Taboo with Chanchos. And I swear I had so much fun. They left me in such a good mood that I offered to go home get car to send them back. Haha! This is the bunch of people whom are not the sweetish, emo, see each other hug and tell one another i miss you kind. But I have this strong feel that each and everyone of them are actually silently there for each other and will always be ever-ready to leap to our rescue whenever anyone needed it. Its like this support that you never really notice but its actually there all the time. And I guess I will never trust someone else that they will not backstab me as much as you all. These few days Timo has been telling me that we are a family. He is emo too! So I guess somehow, we are pretty much of a traditional chinese family where we do not show our love with hugs and kisses but with practical acts of gratitude. And I love them to the moon and back, then to Pluto again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear this Taboo is leaving me damn high now. And yet again, I have more classic jokes from Taboo in my portfolio now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Yenfang: (upon opening a card, excitedly bouncing on the sofa, pointing at&lt;br /&gt;Steph) STEPH STEPH STEPH STEPH! What do you all call her?&lt;br /&gt;Eunice: *mumble* bimbo.&lt;br /&gt;Rest of us: *roaring with laughter*&lt;br /&gt;Steph: ehhhhhhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;Us: *still laughing* with Yenfang in the background trying to explain&lt;br /&gt;herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh btw, it was the correct answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Someone: What is beneath your skin?&lt;br /&gt;CS: membrane!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF, CS! How did membrane come about? I really couldn't stop laughing at that too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this reminds me of something from Asoc Camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Someone: Flu is a ?&lt;br /&gt;Becks: EPIDEMIC!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I just said Taboo is leaving me damn high. And that brings me to the Asoc people who make me secretly smile at my damn happening Microsoft Outlook with all the spams and out of point replies. The bimboticness, grossness, sweetishness and the stuff. And now that the big clique doesn't really exist because the "gels" are away, I find myself spending more quality time with the closer ones and getting to know them better and being able to talk about more stuff with them. Being the listening ear to their problems eventhough I can't help much, other than giving logical advices and comments and my moral support. And I actually enjoy it becasue I know that they are the people who will be there for me too, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there is ShiYin. After weeks of "this day I can't how about that day?", I finally met her for dinner today. And we just can't stop talking and its amazing how easy it is for her to understand how I feel about people and things. Its like, I haven't even finish explaining, she will say "Yah, I know etc etc." Amazing shit. And I feel very happy for her that her work and relationship are going on well and nothing's much has change sinced the last time we talked. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course my superman, who never fail to make me feel worthy. Someone who bothers to send me to school at 7.30am when he is working at 4pm. When I feel that everything's not going my way, he assures and reassures me that he will always be with me no matter what. I know skeptical people will tell me that its always easy for men to say that. But at least, its not just the words that I hear but also the action and the heart that goes along. And I don't really care what you jealous people say actually. I am so happy for him that one of the wishes from me in his video has come true! And today being 8th September, Happy 20 months! And I can finally shout this in his ear: EVERYDAY IS A NEW RECORD FOR YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these somehow remind me of something I would like to quote from Ben - "Keep the closer ones closer."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just a normal human being, with my limitations. Even an octopus only has 8 tentacles and might not be enought to extend to everyone, as much as it wants to. The point here being I can't please the whole world, and I can't be bothered to please the whole world because I would rather save the energy for the closer ones, to keep them closer and to be there like how I want a friend to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with that, I end my emo post. Good night and have a jolly weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17568695-4457925941165454360?l=purplepeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17568695/posts/default/4457925941165454360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17568695/posts/default/4457925941165454360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplepeg.blogspot.com/2007/09/emo-post.html' title='Emo Post'/><author><name>pEg</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17568695.post-4636636312876235901</id><published>2007-09-03T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:59:21.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Netball rocks socks.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/RtwKEYzrW3I/AAAAAAAAB7Q/SKZJwlydKS4/s1600-h/CIMG5446.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105967148026256242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/RtwKEYzrW3I/AAAAAAAAB7Q/SKZJwlydKS4/s320/CIMG5446.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm posting another Bintan picture cos I reckon that my blog is too dead and empty. How exciting blog entries do you expect from someone who is dead and empty?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously have no idea what I am busy with. But I just feel kinda overwhelmed. For some reason. Don't ask me why, because I really don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched the opening match of the 5 Nations Cup with Fang and Yingshi, and her CTSS netballers. Singapore won Canada 44-33. Yay. I know I used to dislike her (as an umpire), but I really have to say this: Premila is damn awesome! When will I ever play like her? In my next life? I would even doubt that. Everytime I see them jump for some balls, my butt gets lifted off the bench too. Haha. The Trinidad and Tobago GD (I can't find her name cos they all look the same in the pictures!) is even more amazing. Idol kind. That one probably in my next 10 lives. Trinidad and Tobago is damn awesome. I will watch the finals if Singapore plays them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School wise. Tax planning is worrying me to the maxestest maxest max. Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to go figure out what to study for Tax Planning now. Till I blog again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17568695-4636636312876235901?l=purplepeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17568695/posts/default/4636636312876235901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17568695/posts/default/4636636312876235901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplepeg.blogspot.com/2007/09/netball-rocks-socks.html' title='Netball rocks socks.'/><author><name>pEg</name><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/_6XY3hhUHrGo/RtwKEYzrW3I/AAAAAAAAB7Q/SKZJwlydKS4/s72-c/CIMG5446.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17568695.post-759291182446627544</id><published>2007-08-30T15:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T15:29:15.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Superman</title><content type='html'>I was never a fan of superheroes. But I know that, I have someone, who will come to my rescue whenever I needed him and be there for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday, my darling Superman!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17568695-759291182446627544?l=purplepeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17568695/posts/default/759291182446627544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17568695/posts/default/759291182446627544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplepeg.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-superman.html' title='My Superman'/><author><name>pEg</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17568695.post-7562103094522842873</id><published>2007-08-29T12:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T12:42:12.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yay! HuiJie came in 2nd. I don't know how many votes I managed to rally for him but if you have voted, HuiJie thanked me, so I thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't even see the whole event. I made up, dressed up, reached the queue, then went home. Blame the stupid ovulation cramp again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think me and that place just have no fate. Remember the time when the Asoc people wanted to go Momo but we couldn't get in cos some of the guys were not 21. And last night, the entrance was also as far as I went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the concern guys, I am ok already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was slightly worried, so I went to the 24hr clinic at Bangkit. The doctor told me the exact same stuff the previous 2 doctors told me. So I guess its really no cause for concern. But then when you were in that state, walking into the clinic and seeing a huge poster on cervical cancer didn't help. My mind wandered and I started thinking about all possibilities. Totally silly, I know. But you can't blame me when I was in that state right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time round, I managed to ask the doctor if there was any way to prevent this, like making changes in my lifestyle. Cos exercise and avoiding cold drinks can minimise the chance of menstrual cramp, at least it works for me lah. But doctor says nothing can be done. If it comes, it comes. SIAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear tummy, can you be a good tummy?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17568695-7562103094522842873?l=purplepeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17568695/posts/default/7562103094522842873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17568695/posts/default/7562103094522842873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplepeg.blogspot.com/2007/08/yay-huijie-came-in-2nd.html' title=''/><author><name>pEg</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17568695.post-8515793841507473290</id><published>2007-08-27T00:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T01:05:39.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Operation success!</title><content type='html'>I am so very glad our operation video was a success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, all of you who were involved. Thankew for spicing up the whole thing. I swear those are the funniest thing ever. I am so happy the whole thing is over. I don't have to tell white lies anymore, don't have to talk to myself in the camera, saying the same things for gazillion times and re-watching the video another gazillion times anymore. And I'm so glad he likes it, the most important thing of all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I haven't uploaded my Bintan photos, if you are really dying to see, go to &lt;a href="http://boredsoblog.blogspot.com/"&gt;his blog &lt;/a&gt;k? No time, no energy, 5 mods, need to be studious. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17568695-8515793841507473290?l=purplepeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17568695/posts/default/8515793841507473290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17568695/posts/default/8515793841507473290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplepeg.blogspot.com/2007/08/operation-success.html' title='Operation success!'/><author><name>pEg</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17568695.post-3793393189676746771</id><published>2007-08-25T14:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T14:50:50.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There are 6.7 billion people in the world and so many things going on at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there is only one &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17568695-3793393189676746771?l=purplepeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17568695/posts/default/3793393189676746771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17568695/posts/default/3793393189676746771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplepeg.blogspot.com/2007/08/there-are-6.html' title=''/><author><name>pEg</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17568695.post-1401143432877226915</id><published>2007-08-23T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T22:22:47.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Support HuiJie!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hello friends, this is a call to support my dear friend &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HUIJIE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (SAJC Prom King and Basketball A div MVP 2004) in his &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NUS Sports Pageant&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He might not beat the other contestant in experience, confidence, height and other fluffy qualities, but I dare say he will beat them in being a friend, his humility and the down-to-earth-ness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason I am doing this is 'cos I have a feeling that he is quite shy and dodgy about it. Judging from the fact that the sms to support him probably only went out to his closer friends. He is naturally not a showy person and based on how well I know him and how I hear him talk about it, I think he isn't very confident about this whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The voting will contribute 20% to the final results. And I just want to do my part and hope that in a way, the votes will boost his confidence for the actual day next Tuesday. So I am hoping you guys reading this will support me support him as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click on this link (&lt;a href="http://www.funkygrad.com/sportspageant07/)and"&gt;http://www.funkygrad.com/sportspageant07/)and&lt;/a&gt; vote &lt;strong&gt;M3: Hui Jie&lt;/strong&gt;. Yah I know must register and all that nonsense. But you realise that alot of the fields are not mandatory. So you actually don't have to fill up the whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankew very muchie!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17568695-1401143432877226915?l=purplepeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17568695/posts/default/1401143432877226915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17568695/posts/default/1401143432877226915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplepeg.blogspot.com/2007/08/support-huijie.html' title='Support HuiJie!'/><author><name>pEg</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17568695.post-543677743386007461</id><published>2007-08-22T10:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T11:14:57.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick bear</title><content type='html'>Fell sick on Sunday, one day before I started school. Woke up with a bad throat. Felt damn sian and no mood to talk for the whole day. Then on Monday, the flu started. Rushed to see doctor in school before going for my 12noon class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its damn sian to be sick on the first week. If it wasn't the first class, I might have skipped class instead. Not that re-adapting to sitting in 3 hour classes were easy. I never had the attention span to last thoughout, to begin with. The medicine, tissue paper and coughing made it so much worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, looking on the bright side, after this I should be all charged up for the next 14 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rmb a few post back I posted smth about 祸不单行? I dropped my Nokia 6280 on Sunday, the day I fell sick, and from 1, it became 2. Nice. I actually had the thought of trading in that phone for a new phone a few weeks back. There goes my 100bucks trade in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really really want to get well and start catching up on school work. Please please please. And being sick is hindering me from another project which I have a even more pressing dateline. Pleaseeeeeeeeeeee. I NEED TO BE WELL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17568695-543677743386007461?l=purplepeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17568695/posts/default/543677743386007461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17568695/posts/default/543677743386007461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplepeg.blogspot.com/2007/08/sick-bear.html' title='Sick bear'/><author><name>pEg</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17568695.post-2761434216804120619</id><published>2007-08-18T01:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:59:21.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bintan!</title><content type='html'>我回来了！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very tired now. Need to sleep. Just 2 of my favouriter photos (out of 266 photos and videos) to ease your excitement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/RsXXY4zrW2I/AAAAAAAAB7I/N7MIgZ5zLMQ/s1600-h/CIMG5422.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099718975632923490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/RsXXY4zrW2I/AAAAAAAAB7I/N7MIgZ5zLMQ/s320/CIMG5422.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/RsXXD4zrW1I/AAAAAAAAB7A/olspLqre8dA/s1600-h/CIMG5327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099718614855670610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/RsXXD4zrW1I/AAAAAAAAB7A/olspLqre8dA/s320/CIMG5327.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I took quite a while choosing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My trip was lovely. Probably one of the best I ever had. Wonderful summer holiday. School starts next week. Bleah. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Take care, Ben, will miss you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Good night, really need to sleep nowww!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17568695-2761434216804120619?l=purplepeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17568695/posts/default/2761434216804120619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17568695/posts/default/2761434216804120619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplepeg.blogspot.com/2007/08/bintan.html' title='bintan!'/><author><name>pEg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/RsXXY4zrW2I/AAAAAAAAB7I/N7MIgZ5zLMQ/s72-c/CIMG5422.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17568695.post-7054576647775846100</id><published>2007-08-15T08:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T09:04:16.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just a quick one before I go, people say good things come in pair. But the recent news headlines seem to tell me that bad things come in pair too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within a week, 2 buses crashed on North South Highway. But well, whats new about NS highway. A few weeks ago, a bridge in US collapse. It was like a wowing thing to hear a bridge collapse. Today's headlines says: 29 DIE IN CHINA BRIDGE COLLAPSE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats happening to the world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty, I gotta go hop on the ferry that brings me to Bintan. Will be back on Friday evening. Please don't call unless its urgent.&lt;br /&gt;Pray for good weather, on top of our safety alright?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't miss me! xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17568695-7054576647775846100?l=purplepeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17568695/posts/default/7054576647775846100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17568695/posts/default/7054576647775846100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplepeg.blogspot.com/2007/08/just-quick-one-before-i-go-people-say.html' title=''/><author><name>pEg</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17568695.post-5930268241504422874</id><published>2007-08-13T03:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:59:22.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall in love?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;As the boyfriend would put it, everyday is a new record for me. The other day, slightly before we turned 19 months, I suddenly missed the feeling of falling in love. You know, like those, heart beating fast and butterflies in the your stomach kinda thing. Haha. Although sometimes we still do feel like we are in our first month together, the feeling still can't beat the falling in love kinda thing. Haha. The feeling of someone touching and attempting to hold your hand for the very first time, the feeling when he approaches you softly in the lift and plant his lips onto you for the very first time, the very magical feeling. Nothing beats the first time, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So I casually told him that I miss falling in love. And he was very nonchalent about it started telling me one whole load of 大道理 about how you can't just go for this kinda thing in life blah blah blah like I'm going to go fall in love with someone else, just for the sake of falling in love. How silly is that? So I stopped him before he went on and on and drown me with his 道理s when it was a simple remark.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But the thought was still there so today I asked him straight if he could bring back that feeling for me. You know, just for the fun of it. Re-enact abit. The first date and stuff like that. But he wasn't really interested and didn't really know how to do it. Sad :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;No more falling in love feeling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I wonder if I am the only one who miss this feeling. Don't get me wrong, I am absolutely happy with my relationship, other than the fact that nowadays we kept asking each other "what should we do?", "where are we going?" because we have ran out of places to go, I am really happy and still feel very loved and all that. Its just the falling in love feeling that I missed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm quite sure there are people out there, who feels the same as me. Anyone?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;He got the first ever parking summon from my carpark on our 19month. I can hear the attendant saying, "Boy, I have gave you too many chances already. Its time you pay for your parking fees!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ok lah, $30/19months = $1.58 per month. With the frequency he parks here, I think its very worth it. But then again, this shows that they are very hardworking nowadays. They actually bothered to go up to Deck H (Deck B4 or 4B equivalent), which means there aren't any &lt;em&gt;safe&lt;/em&gt; zone now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;One week to the start of a new school year and I am so not prepared for school, haven't got any of my textbooks yet and I'm not gonna be around from wed to fri. And not forgetting my internship report and community service report. argh! Damn inertia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The actual carnival marked the end of the entire CSP project. I was kinda sad, but I guess thats how I always feel at the end of something. Happy yet sad that its over. Aiya, hate it lah. But I would reckon that it was a super fun way to clear my hours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;As usual, some photos to tease your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097905703880735698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/Rr9mOlI_u9I/AAAAAAAAB6w/zKKHqQpV6Tc/s320/Untitled-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The cupcakes I baked out of boredom.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097909058250193890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/Rr9pR1I_u-I/AAAAAAAAB64/x_g0atMg-5s/s320/Untitled-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Birthday party of the week: Ching's at Hyatt. The Oasis buffet was damn sumptous. Would have been alot better if I didn't have the Goodwood park Dim Sum high tea buffet before hand.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Super high life right? High tea buffet at Goodwood Park and dinner at Hyatt. Haha. Very high in calories to have 2 buffets at a go too. That explans my msn nick. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pictures of my sports carnival another time, when I feel like it. Need to hit the sack now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Happy school-reopen NUSers!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17568695-5930268241504422874?l=purplepeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17568695/posts/default/5930268241504422874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17568695/posts/default/5930268241504422874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplepeg.blogspot.com/2007/08/as-boyfriend-would-put-it-everyday-is.html' title='Fall in love?'/><author><name>pEg</name><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/_6XY3hhUHrGo/Rr9mOlI_u9I/AAAAAAAAB6w/zKKHqQpV6Tc/s72-c/Untitled-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17568695.post-2007989984168536450</id><published>2007-08-10T01:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:59:22.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flag Up Singapore!</title><content type='html'>Instead of the fireworks-watching, this year I watched fighter jets at Tengah Air Base.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/RrtQqFI_u8I/AAAAAAAAB6o/yu7pD9b3PWQ/s1600-h/2007_0804ndp0011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096756087164484546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XY3hhUHrGo/RrtQqFI_u8I/AAAAAAAAB6o/yu7pD9b3PWQ/s320/2007_0804ndp0011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;To those people who saw this from Marina, I saw it TWICE, earlier than you. Standing on the runway, hearing the deafening sound of them taking off. Nanny nanny poo poo. Hahaha. Cool stuff lah! Eh Mak, next time you will be flying one of those and we will all be so proud of you man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The photo was taken off Penny's blog! Hehe. Cos strictly no capturing devices allowed in the air base. I had to use a lao pok Nokia 8250 (nostalgic eh?) which died on me after the call went through. Haven't even had time to say "hello". Lao ya pok to the max.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zoe Tay was there too! Cos her hubby was one of the 5 pilots. Her son is so cuteeeee but looks more like the papa. Deep eyes and thick eyebrows, and chubby. So pinchable. Haha. Zoe Tay looks better in real life. Or is it cos she put on weight cos she's preggie? But she looks better like that lah, even with no make up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First time in the base, so he was like a guide telling me, that is where, this is what, the Ah Seng canteen, the tower, the HQ, the gym he always go to, the MP NSF and his SLK etc. Not that i can rmb them now anyway. The face of the guy totally cannot suit the SLK leh. Ok Delon, please don't tell him that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told me there was goodie bag but it turned out that it was for kids only. So the only souvenir I got was a pair of orange marshmellow look alike ear plugs. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still, its an experience not all can have to be in a military air base watching fighter jets take off in front of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy National Day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17568695-2007989984168536450?l=purplepeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17568695/posts/default/2007989984168536450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17568695/posts/default/2007989984168536450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplepeg.blogspot.com/2007/08/flag-up-singapore.html' title='Flag Up Singapore!'/><author><name>pEg</name><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/_6XY3hhUHrGo/RrtQqFI_u8I/AAAAAAAAB6o/yu7pD9b3PWQ/s72-c/2007_0804ndp0011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17568695.post-6743087014903834799</id><published>2007-08-06T12:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T12:46:13.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Videos</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed width="320" height="300" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://img.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vidmg.photobucket.com/albums/v214/peggen_86/CIMG5041.flv"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very naughty goats, plus a silly commendator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="300" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://img.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vidmg.photobucket.com/albums/v214/peggen_86/CIMG5077.flv"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He just didn't take &lt;u&gt;the&lt;/u&gt; shot that went in!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17568695-6743087014903834799?l=purplepeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17568695/posts/default/6743087014903834799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17568695/posts/default/6743087014903834799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplepeg.blogspot.com/2007/08/blog-post.html' title='Videos'/><author><name>pEg</name><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></entry></feed>
