tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-60557392011-04-22T06:17:38.547+08:00"Resolve to be thyself: and know, that he who finds himself, loses his misery." - Matthew Arnold zephyrousnoreply@blogger.comBlogger1501100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6055739.post-1125240612392500622005-08-28T22:49:00.000+08:002005-08-28T22:50:12.396+08:00

Please visit new blog.

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Sent an email to Straits Times forum but they decided not to publish my letter so here it is. Leticia has to be heard!!Within an hour today, I received two unsolicited phone calls. Thefirst was from an AIA agent who wanted to offer their "new excitingpromotions to young working adults" like myself. The second caller wasa volunteer from NKF, wanting to inform me of some donation program. Ibrushed

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Excerpt from Straits Times, 9th April 2005"For many students like Miss Anna Lim, 19, SMU's city campus was a draw because of its closeness to shopping centres, cinemas and theatres."

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I was having my almost-nightly conversation with Steph on MSN and we steered, yet again, to the topic of religion and that of reconciling our beliefs with that of the Church, among many others. This spurred me to consider the above question, which led me to start smsing people for their views and I must say that I am very delighted with the response, despite the fact that it was past midnight. I

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Today marks the fifteenth and final day of the Chinese New Year celebrations. Last day to collect free money, everyone!!In the span of three hours, I watched at least five lion dance and two dragon dance performances. . One of the dragons looked very listless.. not very professional. There was once when there were three lion dance performances going on concurrently on the same street. The

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Brief the time together wasstarted from a silly crushthrough late nights, sculptures, life stories and microfilma friendship bloomeda romantic relationship meant to be doomedShe wishes friendship remains,and closeness retains.but. he. refrains.and nothing's the same.

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"However mean your life is, meet it and live it; do not shun it and call it hard names. It is not so bad as you are. It looks poorest when you are richest. The fault-finder will find faults even in paradise. Love your life, poor as it is."

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爱拼才会赢一时失志不免怨叹一时落魄不免胆寒那通失去希望每日醉茫茫无魂有体亲像稻草人人生可比是海上的波浪有时起有时落好运歹命总吗要照起工来行三分天注定七分靠打拼爱拼才会赢(repeat until thoroughly satisfied)I only managed to find the Ritchie Ren's rendition online. Uncomparable with the original but still listen to it if you're interested.

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After speaking to MJ, I realised that it is necessary to include another point about burning bridges.Burning bridges is never the ultimate solution. There are, however, situations which call for it. And you just have to know when to make the call. Do a cost-benefit analysis if you have to, but as MJ puts it, when it comes to interpersonal relationships, it is never easy to quantify cost and

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I met this SAJC senior of mine who is currently in my year in SMU at the computer room last Saturday while I was trying to do some last minute cramming for my Marketing Research quiz later that day. We started talking and it was only then did I find out that we both shared an alma mater.The conversation drifted to the topic of me doing Literature as a subject back in JC and he was saying that he

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I spoke to HB recently, and he advised me that the best way to get over someone is to burn bridges. He has always been a firm believer of burning bridges when a relationship ends. To him, the most important thing is self-preservation. When you completely cut off someone, that person cannot hurt you and without contact, eventually you will just push that person out of your mind and life. I myself

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oh, the horror

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Hi all, I know, I know.. it's been a long time since. Well, I kind of lost my motivation to write and nothing seems to inspire me. But I've been coerced by my friends (namely, the Joy Luck Club members) to start blogging again. Since it's been more than 2 months since I've blogged, I shall briefly update you on the major events that've happened since. As per usual, nothing much really happens

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Bintan

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I am extremely upset that Bush got re-elected. I blame the Democrats for having such a lousy candidate. The only good news that can come out of this is that we're only stuck with him for another 4 years. After the next 4 years, no more Bush. Yay?! I can't believe I will be 25 before we can get rid of Bush. I am really hoping that Hilary Clinton would be ready to run for presidency by 2008. I

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Know what.. the last of my dad's fish is actually still alive. More than a week after the rest of its compadres have kicked the fish bucket. I am impressed. It has yet to regain its original colour and still has white spots on its body but it is rather fit. It swims with great speed. I know this because it swam away very quickly as it saw me approach the tank. I was actually reaching for the tv's

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There was a 7 hour Simpsons Halloween Special marathon on cable.. Absolutely excellent in its cheesy non-frightening glory. It's a pity that The Simpsons no longer make me laugh but I still enjoy watching it. I especially love their Halloween Specials. They showed all the specials from the very first to the very last.. Glorious.. I miss Futurama.. I wish they would make more episodes of

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Who would have thought that I can be empathetic to fish? I came home tonight to find my dad's bright red fish have all fallen ill and are dying. All 9 of them have lost their right crimsony red colour and now are a pale pink. Yes, these are the same cowardly fish my dad banned me from. I was not allowed near the fishtank because I love to scare them as they are so easily frightened. My dad

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万福玛丽亚， 您充满圣宠， 主与您同在， 您在妇女中受赞颂， 您的亲生子耶稣同受赞颂。 天主圣母玛丽亚， 求您现在和我们临终时， 为我们罪人祈求天主。 阿门。 Forgive me if there are inaccuracies. And please let me know if there are or any improvements to be made. Thanks.

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Revenue Law Professor: Is e-filing of taxes better than the traditional form of filing taxes? Poster-girl: Yes, it is. RLP: Why is it better? P-G: It is better because the government encourages e-filing.

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Thanks to Charlene's keen observation back in IJ, I realised that I am tone-deaf. So now, I have a legitimate excuse for my off-key singing. It's like some music doctor's letter of excuse from singing on-key. Heh. I usually warn people before they invite karaoke-ing. Though I can't sing, I can proudly stake my claim on being a damn good whistler. It's awfully unfeminine but screw it, I love to

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A person I've had issues with in the past few months sent me a message, saying that she misses me and asks that I forgive her. I can forgive her and I can even let go of what happened, but the essential thing is that I feel that the friendship holds no value for me. I don't think I even enjoy spending time with her anymore. So I ignored that message and her. And I ask myself, is that being too 现实

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I just came home from celebrating Youya's birthday. It wasn't much but I just wanted to spend her birthday with her, even if against her will. I practically forced her to meet us. -Evil laughter- (Wish you were here, Gerard but I heard your teleport machine broke down.) Sebas sent everyone home AGAIN. I was prepared to take a cab home tonight but he offered to send me home cuz it was nearby.

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that I am no longer getting my tattoo tomorrow. I was originally supposed to have been permenantly inked with the eye of horus in less than 18 hours. And up to half an hour ago, I was looking forward to it. However, after I spoke to JY, a friend of mine who is currently studying in the States, and telling him about the getting of my tattoo, I started having major serious DOUBTS. He didn't know

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The actual blogging on this blog has almost completely diminished. Even Charlene Chua's blog is experiencing more frequency than mine. Now, that's scary. I've just been so damn busy with schoolwork and all my free time has gone into hanging out with my friends or watching downloaded episodes of That 70's Show. I've also seem to run out of stuff to write. And when I have something really

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Ada insists that I post this picture on my blog. I was so shocked when I got home on the eve of my birthday and found this in my room... and so damn happy.. the roses are hanging upside down on my window drying out now.

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jc friends ij friends

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BEFORE AFTER

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like how my friend and his girlfriend are frequenting the Hotel 81 near my place and sleeping isn't the least of their concerns. Gross gross gross.. and my bus passes by there everytime I am coming home from town. WTF.

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Photograph and subject courtesy of Gerard Chen

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Never have I, until today, felt that it is a very real possibility that I won't be having my closest friends around forever and accepted it. I've accepted that as much as my selfish character desires so, I cannot hold them for eternity. We will all go our separate ways eventually, either starting families or uprooting, with promises of keeping in contact not kept. And even though I've always

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Yesterday marked the first day of the seventh lunar month, the beginning of the Chinese Hungry Ghosts Festival. And I heard humming last night.. I definitely heard it. I thought my ears were playing tricks on me. But I listened real hard and definitely heard a female humming voice from outside my window. There were no more performances.. not at 1am so it couldn't be someone singing. Everyone

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of the terms, common era (CE) and before common era (BCE) which can be used to replace AD (Anno Domini - "the year of the lord") and BC (Before Christ)? I came across these terms when I was browsing this website on religious tolerance. It has thousands of essays on all kinds of faiths, religions and beliefs. The design is crap but full of meaty content. It is non-judgemental and

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I've decided to totally stay home this entire weekend, which is something I haven't done in, say, maybe twenty lifetimes. I usually only stay home on Sundays during the weekends. Saturdays are reserved for friends, novena services, bitching, dining and/or work. Now I remember why I'm hardly home on Saturdays.. there is nothing good to watch on tv, including cable, which is probably because the

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First, click on above title. I've always begrudged my friends who are serial latecomers because I'm an impatient person and I hate to wait. I try my best not to be late and though I know certain friends have their own late factors, I still turn up punctual so as to avoid possibly keeping the other party waiting and end up waiting even longer myself. About few months back, I again was kept

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I came across this quotation a few minutes ago as I was looking for a new one to be used in my sidebar. Ten simple words strung together to form a such a powerful statement. I'm one person who is very guilty of prejudicial thinking and behaviour, being the critical and judgemental bitch that I am. Many people have suffered the lashes of my prejudices. Like recently, I took an instant disliking

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After my dinner on Monday, I've become rather conscious about making time for myself but things seem to be piling up and I don't even have this Sunday for my usual slacking because of work and I've been invited to watch fireworks. Oh joy. Anyway, though I don't totally agree with what my dinner companion said, he made me think about what it is to be me; he made me question what makes me happy and

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If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you; If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, But make allowance for their doubting too; If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies, Or, being hated, don't give way to hating,

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"To thine ownself be true"... that is my mantra in life but what does this hold if I don't even know what it means to be me? From time to time, I question my essence of being.. what is my purpose in life, why do I continue to live and breathe? Because I simply do? If there is no reason so, then should I stop living and breathing? What is it that I pursue? What do I seek to achieve? What are my

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Got up this morning and basically walked-ran all the way to China Square to meet Gerard for lunch. After lunch, walked-ran back to my place to meet Steph and we ended up having durians for $1 each.. We should have stopped at our second one but we were greedy and our second one was damn good and chocked full of durian meat in all the small pockets, we decided to have one more. Sighs It went all

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Over ICQ Friend: "...guys are disgusting creatures" Myself: "why u say so?" Friend: "cos they take up too much time n energy" I concur. Steph, MJ, Candice and myself all stayed over at Char's place last night and I must say.. it was our most successful all-nighter so far, considering that most of us managed to stay up all the way till 10am when we usually pass out like clockwork after 3am. While

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I've a new crush.. (and those who know he is, you better not breathe his name.. you don't know who's reading my blog yeah) and it keeps me happy just thinking of him. People may think that's really shallow of me but yes, just thinking of him makes me happy.. la la la.. It may not be serious and totally silly but it really is fun just crushing on someone. The youth stage of a crush is filled

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I spent the last 20 minutes writing the funniest entry about last night's clubbing and I lost everything after I tried to "preview". Arrgh.. I give up. I refuse to rewrite it. I'm too tired. Summarised: Clubbing was great fun though club was packed like a tin of sardines. Now neck is aching slightly, throat is slightly sore and my thighs need a rub. They ache whenever I take the stairs/steps,

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As suggested by Alfie, I subscribed to Investopedia.com's "Term of the Day" e-newsletter. I highly recommend it.. it's very informative and easy to digest even for non-finance students. So check this out, July 19th's term of the day is actually Jennifer Lopez and it "is a slang technical analysis term referring to a rounding bottom in a stock's price pattern. Traders like the rounding bottom

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While waiting for the lift this morning, a Filipino maid working for one of the families living in my block started making small talk with me. As our conversation progressed, I found out that she had initially thought my dad was my brother!!! I didn't know whether to strangle her or kill myself. How is it possible that she can mistake my dad to be my brother?!?! I don't think my dad looks THAT

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Once again, I've been put to shame by my own handicap in conversing in Mandarin. Two Chinese tourists came by the gallery that I was sitting at and enquired about the exhibits like what they represented and where the works were from. When one of them first asked if I spoke Mandarin, I should have just given them a negative response then I wouldn't have been stuck in such a rut. I was having so

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I find that the sob tactics tirelessly abused by charity organizations to raise funds are awfully hackneyed. Isn't the public sick and tired of such emotional blackmail? There is so much digruntlement about the deceptive nature of the advertising used by corporations so why aren't people equally displeased about non-profit organizations using emotional blackmail to draw attention & raise funds?

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I should be writing my case assignment now but as usual, I'm aimlessly drifting through cyberspace. As I'm skimming through some blogs, I realised that the topic of God, thanksgiving, praise, prayer and basically spiritual stuff come up quite often. Which brought to mind.. when's the last time I thought of God and prayed? I recently looked up my bible for a phrase for Yang because we're having a

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Due to my indecisive nature, I've tranformed my friends and colleagues into my very own walking, living & breathing magic 8 balls. I assign a potential decision to options A and B and make my friends decide my action for me. It could be anything like to (A)Call a guy or (B)Don't call him; Or to (A)Take a cab home or (B)Take the bus home; or to (A)Attend an outing or (B)Not to. If I'm not sure

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Had a shitty day at work. Either customers seem to seek to annoy me or I was just easily irritable today. I was breaking into my new pair of sandals and it was giving me blisters. Since it was extremely busy and shorthanded on the shopfloor, I didn't get much of my work done. I got a call while at work from the tuition agency to tell me that I was fired from my day-old tuition job because the

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In life, you have to learn to accept that there will be people that you can never get through to, no matter how hard you try, because of a bad past. That you'll just always be known as the "wrong one" or a bad experience. You also learn to accept that though you may love or be very fond of a person, that person can still be totally not the right one for you, at least not anymore. Which is not

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Have you ever had that feeling where you can feel a sneeze coming on but it just doesn't come? Your nose itches slightly and is alert, anticipating to sneeze. And then... nothing happens. One of the most annoying things in life. Our resident pregnant lady, Christy, gave birth today. It was rather exciting.. she was at work this morning and her waterbag started to leak. I thought Christy was

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I read the papers this morning on the bus and two articles in particular caught my attention and no, they weren't about the Saddam trials nor Euro 2004. The articles were respectively about honour killings which took place in Turkey and a French case of a group of people convicted of raping children.. This may seem like a damper after so enthusiastically welcoming Charlene's niece into the world

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Steph, MJ, Candice and myself visited Charlene's niece yesterday evening. Here are some of the pictures: Isn't she just precious? Sleepy Baby The very very elated grandmother By the way, I don't know if I got the spelling of her name correct. How do you spell Anastascia or is it Anastasia or Anastacia? Is it this Claire or this Clare?

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More Woo-Hooing are in order!!! Charlene's sister-in-law just gave birth to a beautiful baby girl.. So exciting! We're all going to visit them at Gleneagles tomorrow evening bearing gifts. Since Charlene is currently in Thailand, we'll see her niece before she gets to. HAHAHAHAHAAA!!!! She's going to be totally envious. The funny thing about Charlene's niece is that everyone knew the baby is

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Mass Woo-Hooing are in order here!! Our Celine Lin Cuixian made it through another round of auditions for Singapore Idol. She's now in the top 100. YAY!!!!! All the way, babe!

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I bumped into my cousin, Phy, twice this evening. Though we live in the same block of flats, we've hardly met or spoken in the last 7 years or so. We used to be best friends, on top of being blood relations. However, sometime and somehow during secondary school, we started to drift apart. I think it started when the differences in our personality and lives became too stark. Ironically, that was

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Today I received a letter from the Ministry of Health (MOH) which went roughly like this: Dear Sir/Madam, Congratulations! You will soon be turning 21 years old.. blah blah blah. We demand your organs after you've kicked the bucket and if you don't offer to surrender them for future use, you're screwed when you need a transplant yourself. If you're Muslim, you're naturally exempted from the

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This pearl of wisdom was passed on to Gerard by his army officer. Tessa and I almost passed out laughing when he told us about it. Every time the topic of circumcision is brought up, every man would stand by the status of his foreskin. Leaving religion out of this, those who have been circumcised would claim that it is of course better, citing reasons like hygiene. Those who have not, on the

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Charlene left for her Thailand study field trip Sunday morning. Stephanie will soon return from her save-the-children mission in Cambodia next week. Celine's second audition for Singapore Idol is next week too. MJ is doing an internship with the British-American Tobacco Company. Everyone's life is more exciting than mine. HB: How are you? Me: Nothing exciting going on in my life. HB: Why do

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I just went out to catch the movie with Drey and Mich. It wasn't something I would say that I enjoyed watching neither did I hate it. The way the film was directed made it difficult to enjoy because it was rather chaotic. Things only fell into place in the last 15 minutes. I was greatly relieved when I finally understood the whole flow of the film. Great cinematography; Beautiful visuals; Actors

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Couple of things I've come to realise in the last 24 hours: People always feel that they're not as strong as others see them as. Usually, we are really much stronger that we think we are capable of being. When you're usually the one crying, it's both heartbreaking and painful to watch someone you'd never expect to cry to suddenly redden and well up with tears. The lead singer of The Calling

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I got this game from nephilim's blog. The objective of the game is to simply click on the plain black dot. You should try it.. it's both annoying and addictive. Just like how men are to me.

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Only in Singapore do you have to register your details before you can purchase chewing gum. Fellow Singaporeans, Gum is once again legal in Singapore but only nicotine gum and this brand called IMPRESS which claims to freshen your breath, whiten your teeth and fight tooth decay. I asked the pharmacist if the gum can really help whiten teeth and she said it doesn't really but the brand won't

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I signed up for the RCIA(Rites of Christian Initiation for Adults) program at Novena Church on Saturday. I didn't even realise that an interview was required until a lady from the church called me up today to ask that I make an appointment to meet Fr Simon Tan. So I'm seeing him on Friday afternoon. If I fail the interview, what does it say about me huh? That I'm beyond help or that there's still

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I went to Annalakshmi with Pei, Shahrul, Trace, Botak, Rina, Mich and Drey for an encore dinner. I was there last Saturday with Alfie and Sean. Alfie recommended it. Having been vegetarian for about at least 3 years, he knows of the best vegetarian places to eat at. Annalakshmi serves both North and South Indian vegetarian dishes. It's definitely as good as Madras New Woodlands at Little India,

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This couple I'm rather close to broke up recently. The boyfriend isn't taking it too well. Naturally. I can safely say that he's taking it worse than the girl. I saw him today and again, he was in really bad shape. He's trying to keep up a brave and his usual cheery front. However, it is a weak facade. He's down with a flu and sore throat because he went drinking two nights back to carry out the

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Melissa, my sister, is such an intellectually-challenged impudent child. She just came home bemoaning that a bus driver was picking on her and her boyfriend for being intimate on the bus. She claimed that they were not even kissing, much less having sex on the bus. They were just hugging. I told her that even if you were just hugging, you may not realise it but others might find it offensive and

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I'm not really a siew mai person. I usually eat it only because it's there when we eat dim sum BUT (yes, there is a but), I've just tasted the bestest siew mais of my life and they weren't from some expensive renown Chinese restaurant. Rather, they were from a small hawker stall in Chinatown, where I live. The meat is so juicy and delish; the prawn so fresh and the skin thin enough. Steamed to

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My friend slapped me with a scathing "You want to play yet you don't want to get your feelings hurt. No such thing." It reminded me of something my dad used to tell me as a kid when I played with my cousins who can be really cruel: "If you want to play with them, don't cry." If getting hurt is such a sure thing, are we not supposed to feel hurt then? If you were to play with fire, don't be

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I am midway through clearing and tidying the junk in my room. I've gone through the drawers, shelves and cabinet already so tomorrow all I have to do is to get rid of the old magazines, posters and memorabilia from my teenybopper groupie days. I actually threw away my first Backstreet Boys poster autographed personally by the band members. I met them at the autograph signing in Tower Records when

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My ankle is feeling much better now, thanks to Davina's advice and no thanks to that unsympathetic Dr Daniel Gan. Walking will still be a chore of course but it's snugly bandanged up so I'm much happier. I'm not sure if any of you remember but I mentioned Royston Tan's satirical short film on the state of censorship in our country in one of my earlier entries. The film is now available in

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My ankle has swollen to monstrous proportions this morning and I can't even walk anymore so I'm hopping around the house. At least last night I could still walk. Now I'm rendered almost immobile by left foot. I accomplished 3 out of 4 of the RICE treatment. I sort of Rested, definitely Iced my ankle and I also Elevated. I just didn't manage to Compress. Yet, it's not working!!! I thought it's

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While I'm blogging, I'm also MSNing, watching Jurassic Park and icing my swollen ankle. There've been disputes about my multi-tasking capabilities. Those who work and attend classes with me think I'm a superb multi-tasker while my friends think I'm shite at it. I can gossip with my classmates while picking up pertinent points of the lecture and ask questions in class mid-gossip. Juanna is amazed

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I just spent the last 4 hours in bed watching already-been-watched-many-times-before episodes of Sex and the City. Blessed. I love it. Someone once told me that after SATC ended its run, he felt so lost and had nothing to do. My friends all think I am so like Samantha Jones and I really really have no idea why. However, I feel like I can relate more to Miranda. I am judgemental and critical like

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Finally made it to Wala Wala tonight. Crowd wasn't too great so Shirlyn didn't have much to work with. She didn't play the song we requested. *disappointed* Really wanted to watch her perform "What's up" by 4 Non-Blondes. MJ watched her perform it before and she said it was excellent. It's a great song too. As a result of MJ's gesticulation and her over-excited discussion with Charlene,

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My throat is dry and it hurts as if I've spent the whole night drowning it with extra-effervescent coke. But I haven't because I was asleep from 5pm yesterday till 8.30 this morning. I know I know.. I'm disgusting. I was up till 6.30am Wednesday morning playing mahjong at Ada's place (Thanks, Ada!) and reported for work that same morning at 8.55am. My immune system was on strike and I was

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Another of my kids cancelled tuition because her school is offering her remedial, yet again. Thanks. Schools are driving me out of business. However, I have to admit that I am glad to be rid of her. If I was to teach her any longer, either a vein in my head or an ulcer in my stomach is going to burst. My miserable part-time hours at work have been cut as well. I need to seek more streams of

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I conducted an informal survey 2 years back, asking my colleagues if they were pro-life or pro-choice. One answer in particular struck me the most. He said that as a Christian, he was of course pro-life. However, back whn he was still in school, he thought that his girlfriend could have been pregnant and at that point, he was anything but pro-life. Some would call him a hypocrite. I say he's

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Lesser of two evils How the cookie crumbles *Links extracted, again, from Jet City Orange

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I returned about an hour ago from meeting Alfie. We had a long overdue and very good talk. He encouraged me to read more books, specifically books like Rich Dad, Poor Dad*, Art of Persuasion, 48 Laws of Power, Art of Seduction** and Conversations with God***. I've as much a problem reading non-fiction as he does with fiction. I, more often than not, cannot exceed the first 2-3 chapters. It's

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I dreamt this afternoon that my sisters and I were massacred by an MTV reality show host and a corrupted cop. I was stabbed to death by a short dagger. -yelp- I was going to blog about a funny exchange which took place with my friends last night but my friend has already blogged about it so let's not waste blogging space. It's the 3rd May entry. I had nothing much to do today so I decided to

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Thanks to Steph, if you'll like to know more about Willis Carrier, the "lifelong hero" of many, click here.

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I was at Little India with my profusely sweating friend and as he stepped in front of a fan, he asked me " Do you know who will sit at the right hand of God on Judgement Day?" I groaned, thinking that this was going to spark off yet another religious debate with him. He grinned his ever goofy grin and said, "The inventor of air-conditioning. That's who is going to sit at the right hand of God."

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We finally managed to catch the Passion yesterday, though we had to sit in the front row. I told Gerard if we don't watch it this time, I seriously doubt we'll ever be able to watch it again. After two failed attempts to catch it, he conceded to risking neck strain. I fell asleep for about 10 minutes in the earlier part of the show where the High Priests were questioning Jesus. Watching it for

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Mark my words. I am never touching alcohol ever again. I think even the taste of tiramisu or rum and raisin ice-cream will turn my stomach. I've always been very careful with my alcohol intake but when I went clubbing on Wednesday night, I wanted to test my limits and it was free-flow too*. So I had 3 tequila shots, a beer, a gin and tonic, a ribena vodka, an orange vodka and sips from my fellow

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I am super klutzy and careless lah.. slipped and fell on my bum last night while working. Thankfully I have a fleshy bum, so it didn't really hurt that much but because my bum fell rather hard on the edge of a carpeted step, it's now bruised.. ow ow ow so it makes sitting slightly painful. The stupid things I get myself into. I am meeting Ada, Brenda and her friend later to go clubbing..

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Charlene asked me to put this quote in my blog so I am obediently obliging: "If people listened to themselves more often, they would talk less."

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I finally concluded "The Song for Troy" while waiting for them to knock off from work. When I'm savouring a really good book, I am often faced with a dilemma. As much as I want to find out how the story concludes, I also enjoy immersing myself in the lives of the characters. When I was approaching the imminent end of Robert Grave's "Claudius the God", I was slowing my read to a crawl, so

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I think some of my friends are conspiring against me. They're trying to give me lung cancer. I kid you not. Really. Do you know that passive smokers stand a greater chance of getting lung cancer than smokers themselves???!! Are y'all hearing me? Ada thinks that when I am lying in hospital with lung cancer, people are going to blame me for smoking too much when I've never even taken a puff my

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When I walked in through the door at 11.30pm, Mum(in the kitchen): Who's home? Me: Mummy, it's me. Mum: Wah.. home so early ah? Even my own mother mocks me. As I was saying, I just returned from meeting up with Celine, Candice and Steph. In fact, Celine just messaged me to see if I am safely tucked in bed. I had such a lovely time with them. Conversation flowed as easily as if we met up

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For my fellow Bush-hating peers, thanks to JCO

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I made a last minute arrangement with Charlene to go donate our blood at HSA (Health Sciences Authority) together earlier this afternoon. Today's donation was my third. However, it always feels like I am laying my hand out for my blood to be drawn for the first time. You have to answer a whole slew of questions before you carry on with the donations. When I encountered the very first question

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While I'm reading about the Greeks engaging in a prolonged war with Troy and the rest of Asia Minor in Colleen McCullough's "The Song of Troy", my mum is launching an all-out attack on the cockcroaches residing in my kitchen cabinets. As of last count, there have been at least 7 fatalities on the enemy side since the first campaign on Sunday night. No POWs and unknown number of survivors. The

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While having supper at Bencoolen Street just now, Drey drew my attention to a handsome young Turkish man. Yes, he was very handsome, albeit a little cocky. But that is part of his charm too. I also liked his well-defined features and striking greyish green eyes. Earlier in the evening while at work, I was distracted by another fine male speciman. His head was shaved almost bald but very

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On Monday, when we should have been studying, Ada and I were people-watching and grimacing over our friends' choices in men. *haha* But who am I to judge? I don't really know how to pick my men as well. Some choices are inadvertently worse than others, of course. However, there have been some men in my life whom I sometimes wish I had a minute chance with. Some men are just too good to pass up.

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Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John, Bless the bed that I lie on. Before I lay me down to sleep I give my soul to Christ to keep. Four corners to my bed, Four angels there aspread, Two to foot, and two to head, And four to carry me when I'm dead. I go by sea, I go by land. The Lord made me with His right hand. If any danger come to me, Sweet Jesus deliver me. He's the branch and I'm the flower, Pray

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Just got home from work. Shared a cab home with Tracy. Though slightly out of the way, it didn't cost me much more and it was nice to catch up with her on the ride home. I got my eyebrows trimmed just before work and I feel sooo preeetty... ha ha ha. A little eyebrow trimming can make a whole lot of difference to a person's look especially for me whose natural eyebrows are thick, dark and bushy

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I suddenly lost all enthusiasm for clubbing.. that's good, right? Right. I realised that I've watched 7 films in the last month which is more films than I've watched the whole year of 2003. This week alone, I watched 3 films. Of which, I personally reccommend Taking Lives. Predictable culprit but unpredictable ending. Hellboy was so-so. Entertaining but nothing inspired. Enough said about

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