<?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-3185490946049523825</id><updated>2012-02-09T08:17:42.145+08:00</updated><category term='Chocolates'/><category term='Sunset Grill and Bar'/><category term='Shopping Peas Hot Pants Little Miss'/><category term='SEA Games'/><category term='Power Love Proposal formula'/><category term='wedding photos rant'/><category term='The Miracle of Me by Bubba'/><category term='2007 highlights'/><category term='rants'/><category term='Contemporary Asian Art Fair'/><category term='Airport customs'/><category term='kittens'/><category term='The Nanny YouTube Birthday Team Player'/><category term='Pirates of the Caribbean'/><category term='o level results chemistry'/><category term='Tic-tac-toe'/><category term='bintan nirwana ding tai feng xiao long bao fats'/><category term='Whitney Houston'/><category term='reason to live'/><category term='proposal carbon dioxide facebook'/><category term='mystery body part Geylang'/><category term='inflamed taste buds'/><category term='Best way to Die'/><category term='Birthday pizza'/><category term='Chu Xi'/><category term='marriage proposal'/><category term='Outdoor wedding photos'/><category term='Facebook'/><category term='salt peanut butter sandwich'/><category term='marking exam cooking dinner'/><category term='Painting'/><title type='text'>the speed of time</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thespeedoftime.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185490946049523825/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespeedoftime.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>the speed of time</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16343889909770601368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>36</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3185490946049523825.post-7867658517753922464</id><published>2009-03-12T07:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T07:28:49.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving Forward</title><content type='html'>My wonderful husband has been doing a fantastic job and I'm enjoying every minute with him. However I still feel insecure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving forward means having to leave some things behind. Maybe I'm trying too hard to drag everything and everyone along with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's an emo day. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3185490946049523825-7867658517753922464?l=thespeedoftime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thespeedoftime.blogspot.com/feeds/7867658517753922464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3185490946049523825&amp;postID=7867658517753922464&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185490946049523825/posts/default/7867658517753922464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185490946049523825/posts/default/7867658517753922464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespeedoftime.blogspot.com/2009/03/moving-forward.html' title='Moving Forward'/><author><name>the speed of time</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16343889909770601368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3185490946049523825.post-7834905731293817991</id><published>2009-03-03T22:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T23:13:26.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First update after the Wedding - Sad pics of naked men</title><content type='html'>Whoa haven't updated for so long... Kinda dusty in here -cough-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much to say about the wedding! Want to complain about vendors, spill the bloopers and most importantly &lt;strong&gt;Give Thanks!....&lt;/strong&gt; but I'm still waiting for more photos from our photographers to go along with the post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wanna comment about the article I read on MSN news: &lt;a href="http://news.sg.msn.com/article.aspx?cp-documentid=2678362&amp;amp;page=1"&gt;http://news.sg.msn.com/article.aspx?cp-documentid=2678362&amp;amp;page=1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;About two dozen male students wanted to state the bare facts and voice what they say is the naked truth … so they staged a nude protest around the streets of Manila's "University Belt".&lt;br /&gt;The light-hearted demonstration by members of the Alpha Phi Omega fraternity was a comic response to a column written in a Philippine newspaper columnist that had branded the group as a 'gang'.&lt;br /&gt;The students also took the opportunity to complain about a looming tuition fee increase.&lt;br /&gt;They want the Philippine government to impose moratorium on fee hikes due to the global economic crisis.&lt;br /&gt;As you can see they had nothing to hide except their faces.&lt;br /&gt;Monday's protest drew a big (and highly amused) crowd. Police officers were at hand but took no action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Clicks on the numbered boxes for more images ...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know they were doing it for a good reason - The amount undergrads pay since our time have been (increasingly) disgusting (especially when you know where the money goes. Ask Eugene!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the focus shifts when they tell you at the end that there were 9 pics showing them in full glory. Like any normal person you'd click! That's what I did, and all that were shown were skinny racks of ribs and blurred out pruney butts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Wah lau. No wonder they wore ski masks... :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3185490946049523825-7834905731293817991?l=thespeedoftime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thespeedoftime.blogspot.com/feeds/7834905731293817991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3185490946049523825&amp;postID=7834905731293817991&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185490946049523825/posts/default/7834905731293817991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185490946049523825/posts/default/7834905731293817991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespeedoftime.blogspot.com/2009/03/first-update-after-wedding-sad-pics-of.html' title='First update after the Wedding - Sad pics of naked men'/><author><name>the speed of time</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16343889909770601368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3185490946049523825.post-7620623958764724300</id><published>2009-01-25T15:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T16:09:53.961+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pirates of the Caribbean'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Painting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chu Xi'/><title type='text'>Painting and Pirates of the Caribbean</title><content type='html'>On Chu Xi, I'm painting door frames and practising "He's a Pirate" , the theme song from Pirates of the Caribbean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only you can see me playing our grand piano with paint on my clothes and hair in between drying coats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The goal is to upload my first piano video on YouTube. Have seen other Pirate videos and a lot  of them are playing a simpler version - the left hand is not as gruelling as the one I've been practising. And the comments to them were good job u're a genius I wish I could play like you. I wonder what sort of comments I will get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woo hoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very soon, I will be famous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok better stop dreaming. Who do I think I am? I'm F***ing painting doors on Chu Xi!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3185490946049523825-7620623958764724300?l=thespeedoftime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thespeedoftime.blogspot.com/feeds/7620623958764724300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3185490946049523825&amp;postID=7620623958764724300&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185490946049523825/posts/default/7620623958764724300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185490946049523825/posts/default/7620623958764724300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespeedoftime.blogspot.com/2009/01/painting-and-pirates-of-caribbean.html' title='Painting and Pirates of the Caribbean'/><author><name>the speed of time</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16343889909770601368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3185490946049523825.post-261439395531198542</id><published>2009-01-22T22:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T22:38:17.341+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Restlessness</title><content type='html'>That's what I'm feeling nowadays. My friend was telling me that she wants to quit her job and take up something really different, like flower arrangement. I thought it was a great idea and I'd like to join her - she'll do flowers and I'll grow bonsais into vulgar shapes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a no-lesson day and I spent the time re-typing 3 practical worksheets, running around school catching people to go for science remedial, getting cupboards made for band and guitar, and played superhero by freeing a colleague who was locked up in the Maths room by an idiot student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rushed down to Eunos to meet Eugene to choose our wedding car before the showroom closed. He was all black-faced cos he waited too long and said he'd never trust me again (to be punctual). I was mad for the entire afternoon until he got Choey to come over to talk to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish I had done my honours and continued my studies. Then I can be like Eugene who gets paid even when he sits at home with his parrot, eating oranges and playing computer games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for SYF to be over soon. =gloom=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3185490946049523825-261439395531198542?l=thespeedoftime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thespeedoftime.blogspot.com/feeds/261439395531198542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3185490946049523825&amp;postID=261439395531198542&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185490946049523825/posts/default/261439395531198542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185490946049523825/posts/default/261439395531198542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespeedoftime.blogspot.com/2009/01/restlessness.html' title='Restlessness'/><author><name>the speed of time</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16343889909770601368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3185490946049523825.post-3775657209608133361</id><published>2009-01-17T10:59:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T12:58:25.352+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday pizza'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Yen Swee</title><content type='html'>It's a Friday and everyone was flying around for classes, CCAs, department meetings, making students stay back and other &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; school stuff AFTER curriculum time. Hate Fridays. People are suppose to dress down, slack and make merry. I THANK GOD FOR SATURDAYS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was really lacking in manpower while preparing the birthday celebration cos everyone was so busy. Yen Swee was NOT suppose to know what we were doing so that he'd be surprise and overjoyed and touched to tears. I mean, it's supposed to be different and who said birthdays must have cake? So it was Shh and shhh there... when he walks past cover this cover that. Then our cover was blown when he told me my food was ready for collection downstairs..&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kuakuakua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the heck... might as well get him to carry his own pizzas since there was no one else to help.&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/_cqbqjbY8uEo/SXFQdPp16yI/AAAAAAAAAlw/UKFwVRJyy-U/s1600-h/IMG_4139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/SXFQdPp16yI/AAAAAAAAAlw/UKFwVRJyy-U/s400/IMG_4139.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292099500485503778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks nice right. Birthday boy has to blow all the candles at one go. Mary said I will have bao ying during my wedding dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/SXFRaWJFp8I/AAAAAAAAAmA/3HiAlsnCf7k/s1600-h/IMG_4140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/SXFRaWJFp8I/AAAAAAAAAmA/3HiAlsnCf7k/s400/IMG_4140.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292100550199191490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one understood his Korean birthday song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/_cqbqjbY8uEo/SXFL8bDLWGI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/ZUpKM35Q8VM/s1600-h/IMG_4148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/SXFL8bDLWGI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/ZUpKM35Q8VM/s400/IMG_4148.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292094538562361442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supposed to do it all in one breath but he cheated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/SXFL8uDRgVI/AAAAAAAAAlY/pMBEILnQOpU/s1600-h/IMG_4151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/SXFL8uDRgVI/AAAAAAAAAlY/pMBEILnQOpU/s400/IMG_4151.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292094543663038802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate from the greasy box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/SXFO58IXsBI/AAAAAAAAAlg/UyIKwAzfuTQ/s1600-h/IMG_4149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/SXFO58IXsBI/AAAAAAAAAlg/UyIKwAzfuTQ/s400/IMG_4149.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292097794437787666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He ate like a King.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/SXFO6HrT74I/AAAAAAAAAlo/VIRNMibjxPs/s1600-h/IMG_4155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/SXFO6HrT74I/AAAAAAAAAlo/VIRNMibjxPs/s400/IMG_4155.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292097797537132418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The celebration interrupted his meeting. I bet he was secretly happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Birthday Yen Swee! May all your dreams come true la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/3185490946049523825-3775657209608133361?l=thespeedoftime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thespeedoftime.blogspot.com/feeds/3775657209608133361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3185490946049523825&amp;postID=3775657209608133361&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185490946049523825/posts/default/3775657209608133361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185490946049523825/posts/default/3775657209608133361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespeedoftime.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-birthday-yen-swee.html' title='Happy Birthday Yen Swee'/><author><name>the speed of time</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16343889909770601368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/SXFQdPp16yI/AAAAAAAAAlw/UKFwVRJyy-U/s72-c/IMG_4139.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3185490946049523825.post-1620011553819468913</id><published>2009-01-17T01:28:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T02:27:31.391+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Airport customs'/><title type='text'>What's with Ang Moh Airports?!</title><content type='html'>My 16-year old brother was detained by London Airport customs when he arrived, like how I was detained in Adelaide Airport a couple of years ago for over an hour. These were the questions they asked:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are you heading to?&lt;br /&gt;My ans: My boyfriend's flying school.&lt;br /&gt;His ans: My brother's hostel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know its address?&lt;br /&gt;My ans: Nope. He's picking me up.&lt;br /&gt;His ans: Don't know. He's picking me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much money did you bring?&lt;br /&gt;My ans: Not much.&lt;br /&gt;His ans: I'm broke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't believe you can be travelling alone like this. You're just a kid!&lt;br /&gt;My ans: Why.. thank you  :D&lt;br /&gt;His ans: Ok I know I'm short. You racist or what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many people are there in your family? What are you planning to do here? How will you celebrate Xmas? Tell me about your bf... blah blah blah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they just kept asking stupid questions while pouring everything from your luggage, swabbing your toothpaste, checking your wallet, and before you know it, you have already told them things even your mother don't know about as they shake your loose beige granny panties to see if anything falls out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion: If you are a young Chinese, travelling alone and you do not know exactly where you are going, be prepared to lose your dignity, be detained and checked for drugs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3185490946049523825-1620011553819468913?l=thespeedoftime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thespeedoftime.blogspot.com/feeds/1620011553819468913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3185490946049523825&amp;postID=1620011553819468913&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185490946049523825/posts/default/1620011553819468913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185490946049523825/posts/default/1620011553819468913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespeedoftime.blogspot.com/2009/01/whats-with-ang-moh-airports.html' title='What&apos;s with Ang Moh Airports?!'/><author><name>the speed of time</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16343889909770601368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3185490946049523825.post-5269968594553533217</id><published>2009-01-14T20:46:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T21:32:23.888+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sunset Grill and Bar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chocolates'/><title type='text'>Ulu Sunset Chicken Wings and Chocolates</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/SW3kHjMhtwI/AAAAAAAAAkA/pKoZ9BHRFus/s1600-h/IMG_4034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291135955588200194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/SW3kHjMhtwI/AAAAAAAAAkA/pKoZ9BHRFus/s400/IMG_4034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choey took over the wheel one day....&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;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&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;and drove us to the notoriously difficult to find Sunset Grill and Bar!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like a pro he located it deep inside the curly wurlys of Seletar Airbase. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291135962240557666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/SW3kH7-komI/AAAAAAAAAkI/6dK4xGBd5bY/s400/IMG_4068.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Although I honestly have tasted better hotdogs...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291138171616807938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/SW3mIii6zAI/AAAAAAAAAkw/-PEFNfr-KlI/s400/IMG_4070.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and Eugene's grilled fish looked like hospital food...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Their BUFFALO WINGS made the trip worthwhile!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291135966843514322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/SW3kINIALdI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/DXdyWiCVQYI/s400/IMG_4062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can't even sit still to take a photo. Kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291136627660890114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/SW3kuq3JIAI/AAAAAAAAAkY/MmEtru7v6LE/s400/IMG_4064.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Burp, said Choey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Eugene was like "go for the level 10 wings and nothing less!!" Turned out that Level 2 was already very very siong but also very very song!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;As Choey puts it, 2 thumbs up!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Eugene returned from Chiang Mai with customised chocolates for us!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291136631655759698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/SW3ku5vl_1I/AAAAAAAAAkg/kR1Q1AFrXp0/s400/IMG_4119.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll wait until after the wedding when my weight won't matter and then eat them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291136634032791138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/SW3kvCmUnmI/AAAAAAAAAko/UyZaUHsIUKU/s400/IMG_4124.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Choey knows that something is wrong with his name but he can't quite put his finger on it. Poor Choey.. Always get bullied by Daddy... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;NUS Softball Team is selling similar customised chocolates for Valentine's Day! Go to &lt;a href="http://lywk.x10hosting.com/chocoholics/"&gt;http://lywk.x10hosting.com/chocoholics/&lt;/a&gt; if you want to give something different this year!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3185490946049523825-5269968594553533217?l=thespeedoftime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thespeedoftime.blogspot.com/feeds/5269968594553533217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3185490946049523825&amp;postID=5269968594553533217&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185490946049523825/posts/default/5269968594553533217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185490946049523825/posts/default/5269968594553533217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespeedoftime.blogspot.com/2009/01/ulu-sunset-chicken-wings-and-chocolates.html' title='Ulu Sunset Chicken Wings and Chocolates'/><author><name>the speed of time</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16343889909770601368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/SW3kHjMhtwI/AAAAAAAAAkA/pKoZ9BHRFus/s72-c/IMG_4034.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3185490946049523825.post-1523110561232853053</id><published>2009-01-12T22:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T22:07:10.957+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='o level results chemistry'/><title type='text'>2008 O level results for Chemistry</title><content type='html'>O level results were released today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night Lincoln saw me on msn and asked if I was excited.. to be honest it totally slipped my mind. If you were like me typing out wedding dinner schedules and contact lists and only remembering that I have yet to have dinner at 10.30pm, you'd understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came to school and the first thing I managed to squeeze in doing before flag raising was to transfer a deposit of 1.3K to my photographer and videographer via internet banking. Then of course it's the classes I go to on a Monday, and at about 9 am Mrs Chang came running to my cubicle and exclaimed that we hit a 55% distinction, and 100% pass for Chemistry. I swear it took at least 5 seconds for it to take meaning - that no one failed (I have some who I've thought were pretty gone cases in my class) and that 1 out of every 2 students scored an A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I did a lil jig with her, and rushed to do what every teacher was doing, be the kiasu aunty and nudge people out of the way to see the namelist. Kiwi was overwhelmed, poor thing. But no one cared. LOL No one scored lower than a B3 from my class! NO WAIT... WHO IS THIS PERSON WHO SCORED A C6?!??!??!?! ok, nvm, just 1 person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got to the hall at 2pm, and I realised my heart was jumping jumping. I have no idea why since I already knew their results like 4 hours ago. The P as usual took forever to do his speech, but I must say it felt real good to see that Chemistry was almost the only subject (other than Tamil) to perform better than the 2007 batch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was half cursing that I had to bring my current 4E6 out of the hall and back into the chem lab at 2.30 when the rest was dismissed. I was the most unpopular teacher there but HEY I want to stay in the hall too with my ex-4E2s!!!!!!!!! Bugger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well four ex-students actually located me in the lab... almost cried when 3 of them thanked me.. The 4th one almost did it when he who told me I owed him 1 mark (he scored an A2 instead of an A1). I didn't know what to say. Had to get back to the lab before I burst into tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another student whom I taught chemistry to when he was in sec 3 smsed me to thank me. I have this feeling he probably smsed everybody who ever taught him.. even VE teachers. Was glad that I was important to him too!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part was hearing my my brother's results. That bugger scored 5 A1s, 2 A2s and a dumb B4 for English. Damn it. Told him since primary school to read more books that lazy bum. But I'm proud of him. Eugene is even prouder and said that he sees some of himself in Sijun. Just cos they are both 9 pointers. Idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok back to mundane school life tmr. And Yen swee please don't ever buy salmon rice for me again.. the portion is meagre and I still smell it it my mouth :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=update=&lt;br /&gt;Another 4E2 student smsed me his thanks... :'(&lt;br /&gt;OMG I'm feeling emo now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3185490946049523825-1523110561232853053?l=thespeedoftime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thespeedoftime.blogspot.com/feeds/1523110561232853053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3185490946049523825&amp;postID=1523110561232853053&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185490946049523825/posts/default/1523110561232853053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185490946049523825/posts/default/1523110561232853053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespeedoftime.blogspot.com/2009/01/2008-o-level-results-for-chemsitry.html' title='2008 O level results for Chemistry'/><author><name>the speed of time</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16343889909770601368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3185490946049523825.post-5253540603740027291</id><published>2008-11-06T09:36:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T12:14:55.386+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inflamed taste buds'/><title type='text'>Inflamed Taste Buds</title><content type='html'>For the past few days, the left side of my&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; tongue&lt;/span&gt; has been having this &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nagging pain&lt;/span&gt; and this is what I see in the mirror:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/SRJp5cJvNzI/AAAAAAAAAjI/sqVTUg4DHvI/s1600-h/inflammed+tastebud.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 169px; height: 283px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/SRJp5cJvNzI/AAAAAAAAAjI/sqVTUg4DHvI/s400/inflammed+tastebud.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265387349880026930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You know how neat and tidy your &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;taste buds&lt;/span&gt; are usually arranged on your tongue right? Well suddenly 3 or 4 of them are poking out of line and look a little &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fatter&lt;/span&gt; than the rest. And these lil &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*&amp;amp;@^%#&lt;/span&gt; are causing me&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; pain &lt;/span&gt;when I eat and brush my teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I got really worried and thought I could be suffering from some&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; weird&lt;/span&gt; tongue disease. So I searched online and to my surprise, I'm &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not &lt;/span&gt;the only one in the world with havoc taste buds (whew).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at this&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; (useful)&lt;/span&gt; story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A former co-worker had a reputation of being absent on Mondays or Fridays. She always had some &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lame excuse&lt;/span&gt;, but one day she called and said she could not come to work due to 'an &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;inflamed taste bud&lt;/span&gt; on her tongue,' claiming this would prevent her from being able to speak or answer the phone. Some people will do anything to get out of work."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should get &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;more &lt;/span&gt;of these then I don't have to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;teach&lt;/span&gt; anymore :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel Nathan Reed, Associate Professor from the College of Dentistry, The Ohio State University said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Inflamed taste buds are very &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;common&lt;/span&gt;.  The primary reason for the change is usually&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; trauma&lt;/span&gt;.  This can be from hot, spicy, or hard foods that can cause local inflammation."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Eureka! Of course! Trauma from SCHOOL ADMIN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Biting your tongue is another very common cause.  In 7-10 days, it should be back to normal.  If not, contact your dental professional."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Er.... too &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lazy&lt;/span&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I surfed on for home remedies and saw that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;some&lt;br /&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;crazy&lt;br /&gt;. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;BITE&lt;br /&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;off&lt;br /&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;their&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;taste&lt;br /&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;buds!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NUT CASE &lt;/span&gt;from a discussion forum:&lt;br /&gt;"Should I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;clip &lt;/span&gt;off an inflamed taste bud with&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; nail clippers&lt;/span&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OH-AM-GEE!!! OUCHYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone else replied, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Yes, and cut out your entire tongue while your at it. Also, cut off all your fingers too, so you won't be able to use a keyboard anymore."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ROFL!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; going to bite/clip off my taste bud thank you very much. Maybe it will go away soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then another person said,&lt;br /&gt; "hmm I don't know about that, I'm had an inflamed taste bud on my tongue for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;more than 7 years&lt;/span&gt; and its still there."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; SEVEN FREAKIN YEARS!? Gimme that knife...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another one: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;"I get those after eating salty foods, like fries or chips. Not much you can do until it &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pops&lt;/span&gt;!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh? I never knew taste buds could pop!! Imagine how it feels like when the little buggers starting popping away - it'll be like eating those&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; crackly&lt;/span&gt; candy which fizzles in your mouth.. pop.. POP... POP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/SRJpniThFVI/AAAAAAAAAi4/hppgQ8YCcaA/s1600-h/popping+inflammed+tastebud.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 168px; height: 332px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/SRJpniThFVI/AAAAAAAAAi4/hppgQ8YCcaA/s400/popping+inflammed+tastebud.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265387042294011218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;what&lt;/span&gt; comes out when they pop. Ewww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking about what happens to the taste bud after it's exploded/cut off. Will a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;new&lt;/span&gt; one grow back? Like a lizard's tail??? (You know how the new tail will look like.. it always looks&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; funny&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; smaller&lt;/span&gt; and never quit fits the lizard anymore. Will the new buds look smaller than the rest??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+1;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You know what.. I think if my buds are removed they &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;will not &lt;/span&gt;grow back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;In fact the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;existing&lt;/span&gt; ones would &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;commit suicide&lt;/span&gt; rather than face my mom's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;leftovers&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/3185490946049523825-5253540603740027291?l=thespeedoftime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thespeedoftime.blogspot.com/feeds/5253540603740027291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3185490946049523825&amp;postID=5253540603740027291&amp;isPopup=true' title='102 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185490946049523825/posts/default/5253540603740027291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185490946049523825/posts/default/5253540603740027291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespeedoftime.blogspot.com/2008/11/inflamed-taste-buds.html' title='Inflamed Taste Buds'/><author><name>the speed of time</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16343889909770601368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/SRJp5cJvNzI/AAAAAAAAAjI/sqVTUg4DHvI/s72-c/inflammed+tastebud.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>102</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3185490946049523825.post-6743850233007480623</id><published>2008-10-30T19:03:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T14:25:51.822+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding photos rant'/><title type='text'>Choosing wedding photos rant</title><content type='html'>I have to &lt;strong&gt;RANT so *warning* long post ahead.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I left school a bit earlier to choose our &lt;strong&gt;wedding photos&lt;/strong&gt; from the bunch they took from our indoor and outdoor shoots. Before I left my married-with-kids colleague told me to stay firm and not get too easily swayed by their &lt;strong&gt;hard-sell tactics&lt;/strong&gt; and fork out too much extra cash for additional wedding photos and then later regret it. I have heard stories about couples running into &lt;strong&gt;debt&lt;/strong&gt; doing this whole wedding thing and needing to borrow money just so that they can pay. I can only say that those people are &lt;strong&gt;NUTS&lt;/strong&gt;. If you can afford it go ahead. If not, don't make other ppl dig out money to pay for your wedding unless it's a gift from them. It's just&lt;strong&gt; irresponsible&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got there this was what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. A woman (not our usual very sweet and nice coordinator Lily) sat us down and proceeded to spend at least &lt;strong&gt;30 minutes&lt;/strong&gt; telling us about our package and what it's '&lt;strong&gt;lacking' &lt;/strong&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;Funny..&lt;/strong&gt; when you guys sold us the package last year your colleague told us how &lt;strong&gt;wonderful&lt;/strong&gt; it was)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. She showed us &lt;strong&gt;before and after&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;photos&lt;/strong&gt; of other brides and how they can magically change them using &lt;strong&gt;photoshop&lt;/strong&gt;, and how skilled their IT person was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. She&lt;strong&gt; 'warned'&lt;/strong&gt; me that the photos I was about to see are NOT yet photoshopped and I may be &lt;strong&gt;disappointed&lt;/strong&gt; with some of them, but she assured me that I will still look good after photoshopping (She couldn't have made it &lt;strong&gt;ruder&lt;/strong&gt; just to get the point across that I&lt;strong&gt; don't&lt;/strong&gt; look perfect hor!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The stack of photos of us that she was holding was so &lt;strong&gt;precious &lt;/strong&gt;that she was reluctant to let us hold them or lay them out on the table the way we prefered. She insisted on showing us the photos &lt;strong&gt;3 at a time&lt;/strong&gt;, and &lt;strong&gt;reminding &lt;/strong&gt;us how good we looked in each and every picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Whenever we chucked a photo aside, she'd say she &lt;strong&gt;didn't &lt;/strong&gt;understand why we did not want it. (I don't think it's any of her &lt;strong&gt;business&lt;/strong&gt;). She even said Don't mind me being&lt;strong&gt; kaypoh&lt;/strong&gt; ah (&lt;strong&gt;I mind actually&lt;/strong&gt;) Are you insecure about yourself here? We will photoshop it! Don't reject it la! (I was telling myself to remain calm and &lt;strong&gt;enjoy&lt;/strong&gt; the process with Eugene than to be bothered by her)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. When we realised we have chosen &lt;strong&gt;2 times&lt;/strong&gt; as many photos as we should have, she quickly took the pictures away to &lt;strong&gt;hide&lt;/strong&gt;, then proceeded to tell us why we needed to purchase a &lt;strong&gt;2nd photo album&lt;/strong&gt; for so many photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. When I told her we are &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; getting a 2nd album and I want that pile back to discard more photos, she told her manager and immediately he came over and told us how&lt;strong&gt; important &lt;/strong&gt;a 2nd album will be to us (Yah to &lt;strong&gt;level&lt;/strong&gt; that table with 1 short leg?) and said we have to pay like &lt;strong&gt;$2800 more&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YAH RIGHT. OVER MY DEAD BODY.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I told him firmly that we didn't have any money to pay. (yep it's a lie. If we don't have 2.8K we're really pathetic. But &lt;strong&gt;no way are we handing it over to such rude people&lt;/strong&gt;). He told me to use my credit card. I told him I have &lt;strong&gt;better use&lt;/strong&gt; for the money. Now &lt;strong&gt;hand over&lt;/strong&gt; the stack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. The woman reappeared &lt;strong&gt;reluctantly &lt;/strong&gt;with the stack of photos and Eugene and I proceeded to discard more photos, no doubt causing more and more &lt;strong&gt;pain &lt;/strong&gt;to the woman judging from her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. A 2nd man appeared (big boss) and he said loudly &lt;strong&gt;WHY SAVE MONEY ON YOUR WEDDING! ONCE IN A LIFETIME YOU KNOW! 2K MORE ONLY WHAT. OTHER PEOPLE PAY MORE THAN YOU. AND YOU CHOOSE SO LITTLE PHOTOS, YOUR ALBUM WOULD LOOK UGLY LA! I HAVE TO PAY MY ELECTRICAL BILLS YOU KNOW. YOU CHOOSE SO LITTLE PHOTOS, HOW CAN I PAY FOR THE AIRCON AND THE LIGHTS?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;(Siao ah! That's your own problem! Wat's it gotta do with us!? And if our album will be ugly, why the hell does your package include so little photos in the first place?? Just so that your customers can make ugly albums?!?!?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. At this point I was this close to getting up and &lt;strong&gt;killing&lt;/strong&gt; somebody but I put on the brightest smile and batted my eyelids and told him I'm&lt;strong&gt; sorry &lt;/strong&gt;but we really do not want so many additional photos (&lt;strong&gt;WAIT!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;WHAT THE HELL AM I SORRY FOR!?)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. He &lt;strong&gt;gave up&lt;/strong&gt; and walked away. The woman proceeded to tell Eugene that this kind of money cannot save. The bride would love the photos and he &lt;strong&gt;has &lt;/strong&gt;to spend. &lt;strong&gt;Then Eugene told her if his bride wants the photos he will pay. BUT SHE DOESN'T! (bravo Eugene!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Woman sighs (&lt;strong&gt;how dare she sigh at us!!!!)&lt;/strong&gt; and let us relook our photos without saying much. Probably thinking about how much &lt;strong&gt;less commission&lt;/strong&gt; she's going to get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. We finally decided on the photos that we want and still exceeded the number a little and have to top up $65 dollars for each additional piece. We paid &lt;strong&gt;$585 more but were happy with our choices&lt;/strong&gt;. The woman by now sighed every 1 minute or so, as if trying to tell us what a huge mistake we were making. We have wasted a total &lt;strong&gt;5 hours &lt;/strong&gt;with these people and &lt;strong&gt;SHE'S THE ONE SIGHING?!?!?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, I thought we'd be bought over and end up paying thousands more. Maybe they were trying too &lt;strong&gt;hard&lt;/strong&gt; and rubbing us the&lt;strong&gt; wrong&lt;/strong&gt; way, and &lt;strong&gt;maybe&lt;/strong&gt; we would have &lt;strong&gt;gladly&lt;/strong&gt; handed over the money if the person serving us was kind and gentle Lily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day, these are &lt;strong&gt;just&lt;/strong&gt; pictures. We are happy with having those we &lt;strong&gt;like&lt;/strong&gt; and spending &lt;strong&gt;within budget&lt;/strong&gt; and are contented. The&lt;strong&gt; experience&lt;/strong&gt; of taking these photos with Eugene was &lt;strong&gt;more important and real&lt;/strong&gt; than fake photoshopped pictures on paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And the money that we've saved from this? We can buy more thoughtful wedding favours...flowers for the bridesmaids...angpows for helpers.. the list goes on....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;To the Boss of my Bridal Studio : I hope your aircon breaks down HEEHEE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3185490946049523825-6743850233007480623?l=thespeedoftime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thespeedoftime.blogspot.com/feeds/6743850233007480623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3185490946049523825&amp;postID=6743850233007480623&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185490946049523825/posts/default/6743850233007480623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185490946049523825/posts/default/6743850233007480623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespeedoftime.blogspot.com/2008/10/choosing-wedding-photos-rant.html' title='Choosing wedding photos rant'/><author><name>the speed of time</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16343889909770601368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3185490946049523825.post-3473595735941433766</id><published>2008-10-16T19:13:00.019+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T23:12:45.569+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Contemporary Asian Art Fair'/><title type='text'>The Contemporary Asian Art Fair</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Eugene and I went to the &lt;strong&gt;Contemporary Asian Art Fair&lt;/strong&gt; held in Suntec last week. I have never gone to any contemporary art exhibition before, other than those my grandfather used to take part in (he does traditional chinese water colour and oil paintings). As you can tell some of his wonderful genes passed on to me, from the amazing&lt;strong&gt; stickmen&lt;/strong&gt; I can draw. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, YS's wife MJ gave us 2 complimentry tickets!!!! (That saved us&lt;strong&gt; 20 bucks&lt;/strong&gt;!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are some of the art pieces which caught our attention. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257741612570821714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/SPdAI9ISxFI/AAAAAAAAAZM/oio_V7UFUPw/s400/IMG_2693.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Buddha&lt;/strong&gt; dreaming of a &lt;strong&gt;Starry starry night&lt;/strong&gt;? Done by a Thai artist. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/SPc-P68HnmI/AAAAAAAAAYc/zbv00vp472s/s1600-h/IMG_2683.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257739533218717282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/SPc-P68HnmI/AAAAAAAAAYc/zbv00vp472s/s400/IMG_2683.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The &lt;strong&gt;Kung Fu babies&lt;/strong&gt; were really cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/SPc-QN3BFfI/AAAAAAAAAYk/KbEEZEdQx3g/s1600-h/IMG_2686.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257739538297591282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/SPc-QN3BFfI/AAAAAAAAAYk/KbEEZEdQx3g/s400/IMG_2686.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;A woman covered entirely with black hair, like &lt;strong&gt;individual strands of hair&lt;/strong&gt; pasted on the body. And she's wearing a gas mask. Wow. I have &lt;strong&gt;no freakin idea&lt;/strong&gt; what Murari was trying to tell us!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257740932384825282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/SPc_hXPUH8I/AAAAAAAAAY0/_yC7JblUDDw/s400/IMG_2689.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Eugene insisted on taking this. Isn't she &lt;strong&gt;breathtaking?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/SPc-QosA8aI/AAAAAAAAAYs/Ue0DJcNQotw/s1600-h/IMG_2687.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257739545499201954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/SPc-QosA8aI/AAAAAAAAAYs/Ue0DJcNQotw/s400/IMG_2687.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Overlapping Images&lt;/strong&gt; by a Korean artist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/SPc9WXTelAI/AAAAAAAAAYE/hrwim-VLKJ0/s1600-h/IMG_2675.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257738544400471042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/SPc9WXTelAI/AAAAAAAAAYE/hrwim-VLKJ0/s400/IMG_2675.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You know the cow which is flying? If you take a closer look he is actually &lt;strong&gt;hum chio-ing&lt;/strong&gt;! And he reminds me of Moo ice-cream. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/SPc9W63NofI/AAAAAAAAAYM/GGguME08Ixk/s1600-h/IMG_2680.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257738553945596402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/SPc9W63NofI/AAAAAAAAAYM/GGguME08Ixk/s400/IMG_2680.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; No these are&lt;strong&gt; not&lt;/strong&gt; real books. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/SPc9XZegUyI/AAAAAAAAAYU/nYmWcCuDaIA/s1600-h/IMG_2681.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257738562163462946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/SPc9XZegUyI/AAAAAAAAAYU/nYmWcCuDaIA/s400/IMG_2681.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See I told ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/SPc8Tw7W5cI/AAAAAAAAAXs/alUvxyYbUEI/s1600-h/IMG_2664.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257737400227390914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/SPc8Tw7W5cI/AAAAAAAAAXs/alUvxyYbUEI/s400/IMG_2664.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Imagine the amount of time it took to twist wires into &lt;strong&gt;this&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/SPc8UPbglzI/AAAAAAAAAX0/Emb1H-_Tj08/s1600-h/IMG_2668.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257737408415307570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/SPc8UPbglzI/AAAAAAAAAX0/Emb1H-_Tj08/s400/IMG_2668.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Who is &lt;strong&gt;fatter/blacker&lt;/strong&gt;? Tough choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/SPc8UyCVhEI/AAAAAAAAAX8/1xzP-MS3d5A/s1600-h/IMG_2669.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257737417704965186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/SPc8UyCVhEI/AAAAAAAAAX8/1xzP-MS3d5A/s400/IMG_2669.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is my &lt;strong&gt;favorite&lt;/strong&gt;!!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/SPc7UevhosI/AAAAAAAAAXU/fWmgttlzJd8/s1600-h/IMG_2657.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257736313014166210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/SPc7UevhosI/AAAAAAAAAXU/fWmgttlzJd8/s400/IMG_2657.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Even the&lt;strong&gt; shadows&lt;/strong&gt; were cut out of &lt;strong&gt;thin metal&lt;/strong&gt;. And look at the vibrant colour in the mirror!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/SPc7UhUOxeI/AAAAAAAAAXc/GA_pdiKYGV4/s1600-h/IMG_2660.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257736313704990178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/SPc7UhUOxeI/AAAAAAAAAXc/GA_pdiKYGV4/s400/IMG_2660.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Will you ever look at your &lt;strong&gt;used condom&lt;/strong&gt; the same way again?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/SPc7U7ZMvXI/AAAAAAAAAXk/ZgQfQt4Xq9o/s1600-h/IMG_2662.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257736320705150322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/SPc7U7ZMvXI/AAAAAAAAAXk/ZgQfQt4Xq9o/s400/IMG_2662.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if the apple can actually go through the twig when catapulted. But I like the &lt;strong&gt;hairy detail&lt;/strong&gt; and&lt;strong&gt; shading&lt;/strong&gt; on the arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/SPc4cYOcB4I/AAAAAAAAAW8/WSvqTvr_9lU/s1600-h/IMG_2646.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257733150168844162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/SPc4cYOcB4I/AAAAAAAAAW8/WSvqTvr_9lU/s400/IMG_2646.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Would you buy this picture for &lt;strong&gt;RMB 1,000,000&lt;/strong&gt;? Do you know what the heck it is???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/SPc4c1FwNPI/AAAAAAAAAXE/6Q5V5NDqBFE/s1600-h/IMG_2648.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257733157917046002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/SPc4c1FwNPI/AAAAAAAAAXE/6Q5V5NDqBFE/s400/IMG_2648.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;An egg attacked by lots and lots of &lt;strong&gt;sperm&lt;/strong&gt;!!!! If you're trying to &lt;strong&gt;conceive&lt;/strong&gt; rip off your wedding photo and hang this on the wall above your pillows. Guaranteed your sperm will be very inspired to swim &lt;strong&gt;damn fast&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/SPc4dDRks4I/AAAAAAAAAXM/kPnvXszLUpE/s1600-h/IMG_2654.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257733161724720002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/SPc4dDRks4I/AAAAAAAAAXM/kPnvXszLUpE/s400/IMG_2654.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I felt so much when I saw this picture. When my two pet clown loaches (Black and Jack) died, I cried. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Yes though they are&lt;strong&gt; fish&lt;/strong&gt;, they are still &lt;strong&gt;'3 lives'&lt;/strong&gt;, as named by the chinese artist. People often overlook that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257740934739615522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/SPc_hgAvXyI/AAAAAAAAAY8/FH-quVHmeZE/s400/IMG_2690.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After walking a bit I saw &lt;strong&gt;this&lt;/strong&gt; , and took a closer look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257740939280633522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/SPc_hw7ZzrI/AAAAAAAAAZE/2HsQSuT-Sio/s400/IMG_2691.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 lives&lt;/strong&gt; gasping for oxygen from &lt;strong&gt;no more than 4cm&lt;/strong&gt; depth of shallow chair water. How ironic. Is the artist trying to show us how&lt;strong&gt; difficult&lt;/strong&gt; it is to survive in China? Poor fish. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/SPc2v2LVhtI/AAAAAAAAAWk/nTdinVVUaVM/s1600-h/IMG_2638.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257731285603157714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/SPc2v2LVhtI/AAAAAAAAAWk/nTdinVVUaVM/s400/IMG_2638.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mama Mia! It's ABBA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/SPc2wW5FitI/AAAAAAAAAW0/ThIoQsdBapI/s1600-h/IMG_2642.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257731294384982738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/SPc2wW5FitI/AAAAAAAAAW0/ThIoQsdBapI/s400/IMG_2642.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;An art exhibition is not complete without some nudity. This costs RMB 5,000,000!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And this &lt;strong&gt;old man&lt;/strong&gt; was telling somebody that he's got &lt;strong&gt;2 paintings&lt;/strong&gt; of &lt;strong&gt;nude women&lt;/strong&gt; at home and none of them cost so much.... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ji Ko Pek....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/SPcrFAXPxFI/AAAAAAAAAWM/61nclOm3mxI/s1600-h/IMG_2626.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257718454975186002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/SPcrFAXPxFI/AAAAAAAAAWM/61nclOm3mxI/s400/IMG_2626.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I thought this was &lt;strong&gt;serene &lt;/strong&gt;with such &lt;strong&gt;sweet colours&lt;/strong&gt;. Imagine this in our new apartment with white walls and white furniture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257718462469833634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/SPcrFcSHA6I/AAAAAAAAAWU/nzIL1-leUZg/s400/IMG_2627.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I just &lt;strong&gt;don't&lt;/strong&gt; get this one. A photograph of sunflowers &lt;strong&gt;photoshopped (??)&lt;/strong&gt; so that the background is all white! And I remember it costing quite a bit too. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257718463783351602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/SPcrFhLRtTI/AAAAAAAAAWc/lYI-PBfhEA0/s400/IMG_2628.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to Eugene this looks very much like one of our friends. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I wonder how he knows how she looks like without pants on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/SPcpsHeVAKI/AAAAAAAAAV0/4038fudTTwM/s1600-h/IMG_2622.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257716927875580066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/SPcpsHeVAKI/AAAAAAAAAV0/4038fudTTwM/s400/IMG_2622.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/SPcpsW30DXI/AAAAAAAAAV8/_-fZkuXkenw/s1600-h/IMG_2623.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257716932009004402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/SPcpsW30DXI/AAAAAAAAAV8/_-fZkuXkenw/s400/IMG_2623.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Turnip body parts&lt;/strong&gt; . Anyone &lt;strong&gt;turned on&lt;/strong&gt; already?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/SPcpsk6qlmI/AAAAAAAAAWE/OQXsb32h548/s1600-h/IMG_2624.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257716935779063394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/SPcpsk6qlmI/AAAAAAAAAWE/OQXsb32h548/s400/IMG_2624.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Somehow this charcoal drawing reminded me of my&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;grandfather&lt;/strong&gt;, though I have never seen him cycle or own a bicycle like this. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/SPcmwnb6WwI/AAAAAAAAAVc/aTkzNpu3LFA/s1600-h/IMG_2609.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257713706639973122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/SPcmwnb6WwI/AAAAAAAAAVc/aTkzNpu3LFA/s400/IMG_2609.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Same eyes, same nose, same lips. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/SPcmw3o1iBI/AAAAAAAAAVk/g1vzF7CfcMQ/s1600-h/IMG_2611.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257713710989150226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/SPcmw3o1iBI/AAAAAAAAAVk/g1vzF7CfcMQ/s400/IMG_2611.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Imagine the elephant flapping his &lt;strong&gt;butterfly winged ears&lt;/strong&gt; to try and fly away. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/SPcmxJDmGhI/AAAAAAAAAVs/jbgQUmboDGI/s1600-h/IMG_2615.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257713715664787986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/SPcmxJDmGhI/AAAAAAAAAVs/jbgQUmboDGI/s400/IMG_2615.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A painting that looked like a &lt;strong&gt;blurry photograph&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/SPcl3IjTL2I/AAAAAAAAAVE/nVPXCZLA70k/s1600-h/IMG_2605.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257712719096917858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/SPcl3IjTL2I/AAAAAAAAAVE/nVPXCZLA70k/s400/IMG_2605.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/SPcl3V0TwMI/AAAAAAAAAVM/Ck54ct_-7GA/s1600-h/IMG_2606.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257712722657919170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/SPcl3V0TwMI/AAAAAAAAAVM/Ck54ct_-7GA/s400/IMG_2606.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;A black salamander with fancy flowers on its tail. It costs SGD 24,000 and was &lt;strong&gt;already sold&lt;/strong&gt; when we asked about it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/SPcl3uFGNzI/AAAAAAAAAVU/gcIb2uMTpI0/s1600-h/IMG_2607.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257712729170786098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/SPcl3uFGNzI/AAAAAAAAAVU/gcIb2uMTpI0/s400/IMG_2607.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;strong&gt;baby &lt;/strong&gt;one which Eugene and Choey loved! Costs SGD 5000 and comes with the little&lt;strong&gt; tatami&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And of course there were many other pieces which were also really nice/thought-provoking/vulgar. And most of them were really expensive!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;We were so tired after 3 hours of walking and trying to appreciate each and every display. So noob! They were giving out free Coke Light and Herald Times (??) as well. Weird freebies at an art exhibition. If only they were giving away the baby salamander for free :D&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/3185490946049523825-3473595735941433766?l=thespeedoftime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thespeedoftime.blogspot.com/feeds/3473595735941433766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3185490946049523825&amp;postID=3473595735941433766&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185490946049523825/posts/default/3473595735941433766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185490946049523825/posts/default/3473595735941433766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespeedoftime.blogspot.com/2008/10/contemporary-asian-art-fair.html' title='The Contemporary Asian Art Fair'/><author><name>the speed of time</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16343889909770601368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/SPdAI9ISxFI/AAAAAAAAAZM/oio_V7UFUPw/s72-c/IMG_2693.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3185490946049523825.post-8421549768780954404</id><published>2008-10-06T20:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T21:17:59.429+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Best way to Die'/><title type='text'>The Best Way to Die</title><content type='html'>A couple of days back &lt;strong&gt;Hobs&lt;/strong&gt; and I were discussing the best way for him to &lt;strong&gt;die&lt;/strong&gt;. If he is to &lt;strong&gt;jump&lt;/strong&gt; from his flat,&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;someone will still have to scrape him off the ground. And he'll look really ugly with his face split open and brains spilling out. I recall a friend who died after she jumped - the last we saw of her was just before she was pushed into the flames - she had stitches all over her face (Bride of Frankenstein style) to keep whatever's left (not much) inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another friend who &lt;strong&gt;hung&lt;/strong&gt; himself had a deep red mark around his neck when we saw him to say bye for the last time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Hey I'm no &lt;strong&gt;jinx&lt;/strong&gt; k. For the record they were not really my close friends.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really takes &lt;strong&gt;big balls&lt;/strong&gt; to jump or hang oneself. So Hobs can forget about these 2 options.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said if he wants to die, go &lt;strong&gt;gas&lt;/strong&gt; himself with carbon monoxide in a car. Sweet way to die - painless, peaceful and he'll still be in one piece. But he mei chu xi... no car...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I told him go take a bath and &lt;strong&gt;cut his wrists&lt;/strong&gt; and let the blood flow... but he said no bath tub at home -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Wah lau! This guy want to die still so &lt;strong&gt;troublesome&lt;/strong&gt;!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what Hobs? Like what &lt;strong&gt;YS &lt;/strong&gt;said at the train station:&lt;br /&gt;"The&lt;strong&gt; best&lt;/strong&gt;, most considerate way to die is to open up the coffin, jump in and close the lid."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No la, forget the coffin (it's expensive). Just dig a hole and jump in. We will be waiting up here with &lt;strong&gt;shovels&lt;/strong&gt; to fill it up for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3185490946049523825-8421549768780954404?l=thespeedoftime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thespeedoftime.blogspot.com/feeds/8421549768780954404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3185490946049523825&amp;postID=8421549768780954404&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185490946049523825/posts/default/8421549768780954404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185490946049523825/posts/default/8421549768780954404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespeedoftime.blogspot.com/2008/10/best-way-to-die.html' title='The Best Way to Die'/><author><name>the speed of time</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16343889909770601368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3185490946049523825.post-5056454237308272762</id><published>2008-10-03T14:23:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T23:58:56.248+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Outdoor wedding photos'/><title type='text'>The Hollywood Feeling</title><content type='html'>I had some people asking me what happened to my blog. It's so &lt;strong&gt;flattering &lt;/strong&gt;cos I had &lt;strong&gt;no &lt;/strong&gt;idea it had so many 'readers', judging from the average number of comments I get after every entry (0) I thought only Eugene reads my blog. And that's just cos he needs to check if I upload any &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sia suay&lt;/span&gt; photos of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know what &lt;strong&gt;else&lt;/strong&gt; is flattering?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TAKING OUTDOOR WEDDING PHO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TOGRAPHS ON A PUBLIC HOLIDAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were getting all panicky when people started telling us how &lt;strong&gt;bad &lt;/strong&gt;our phototaking day was. It was scheduled on 1 Oct 08 aka "&lt;strong&gt;Hari Raya/Children's/always-rain/ren hen duo&lt;/strong&gt;" day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For &lt;strong&gt;2&lt;/strong&gt; days in a row before the session it poured like &lt;strong&gt;mad &lt;/strong&gt;and we thought &lt;strong&gt;SHOOTS &lt;/strong&gt;we'd be posing under an umbrella with very&lt;strong&gt; flat&lt;/strong&gt; hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252818768213822162" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/SOXC1szjytI/AAAAAAAAAUU/dGkxUX7mn6A/s400/wet+hair.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well &lt;strong&gt;guess what&lt;/strong&gt;! It was a &lt;strong&gt;magical &lt;/strong&gt;day with no rain (the few drops that came and went at 7.30pm don't count)- just &lt;strong&gt;lots of&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt; in the air and &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Indian&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; tou&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;rists&lt;/strong&gt; on the streets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252814821575240530" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/SOW_P-bmK1I/AAAAAAAAAUM/xOB0Fo9mPUE/s400/tourists.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We had to go to town in our getup to shoot the &lt;strong&gt;city skyline&lt;/strong&gt;. And everyone was amazed to see us &lt;strong&gt;posing, pouting, kissing and running&lt;/strong&gt; with the dress held up to my knees. 2 &lt;strong&gt;aunties&lt;/strong&gt; were so &lt;strong&gt;kaypo &lt;/strong&gt;that they hung around our photographer just to steal a peak from his camera. Groups of Indian men took out their &lt;strong&gt;mobile phones&lt;/strong&gt; to take pics/videos of us. One asked if he can 'participate with' us (???) and Eugene told No it's OUR wedding photos. He shrugged sheepishly before walking away.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Everywhere we went people stared and smiled. This must be what &lt;strong&gt;TV stars/MPs/cute puppies&lt;/strong&gt; feel like when they walk on the streets - extremely &lt;strong&gt;important &lt;/strong&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;loved&lt;/strong&gt; by the whole world. &lt;/p&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/_cqbqjbY8uEo/SOY8NdhBNLI/AAAAAAAAAUc/O3GYsihXSss/s1600-h/Image112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/SOY8NdhBNLI/AAAAAAAAAUc/O3GYsihXSss/s400/Image112.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252952217333347506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; illegal &lt;/span&gt;pic was taken by Eugene using his phone.&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/SOZAdoGe5nI/AAAAAAAAAUs/5U9FnaHNk2U/s1600-h/choey+holding+flowers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/SOZAdoGe5nI/AAAAAAAAAUs/5U9FnaHNk2U/s400/choey+holding+flowers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252956893099255410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Choey &lt;/span&gt;passing me my flowers (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;so cute&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No illegal pics of Eugene unfortunately... Though he looked really &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;good&lt;/span&gt; in his tuxedo!! *beams*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/SOY8NmQJH1I/AAAAAAAAAUk/hZZXZVtA3e4/s1600-h/IMG_2377.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/SOY8NmQJH1I/AAAAAAAAAUk/hZZXZVtA3e4/s400/IMG_2377.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252952219678482258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ok la one pic showing the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;groom&lt;/span&gt;.. if not later he &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;angry&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3185490946049523825-5056454237308272762?l=thespeedoftime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thespeedoftime.blogspot.com/feeds/5056454237308272762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3185490946049523825&amp;postID=5056454237308272762&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185490946049523825/posts/default/5056454237308272762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185490946049523825/posts/default/5056454237308272762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespeedoftime.blogspot.com/2008/10/stars-for-day.html' title='The Hollywood Feeling'/><author><name>the speed of time</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16343889909770601368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/SOXC1szjytI/AAAAAAAAAUU/dGkxUX7mn6A/s72-c/wet+hair.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3185490946049523825.post-1563107403795976048</id><published>2008-07-13T17:22:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T18:06:47.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding Bells Blues</title><content type='html'>Who said &lt;strong&gt;getting married&lt;/strong&gt; is expensive and complicated?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can just go to Fort Canning Hill, sign, and everyone clap clap, then eat springrolls and cheng teng, take some photos, then &lt;strong&gt;long zhong deng chu koon&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Short, sweet and happy&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But noooooooo.. we have to be &lt;strong&gt;conformists&lt;/strong&gt;.. must follow &lt;strong&gt;traditional Singaporean chinese style&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at what we've done so far (and we took damn long to settle all these la!!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wedding date - check&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banquet venue - check&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banquet menu - check&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wedding rings - check&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wedding gowns - sorta decided. Except for outdoor shoot gown, tea dress and Eugene's suit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guest list - trying to keep the numbers down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And our wedding is &lt;strong&gt;next February&lt;/strong&gt;. Seems like we're quite on the ball and well-prepared, yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Apparently NOT.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos in&lt;strong&gt; this&lt;/strong&gt; country, you can't get married if you haven't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FIRST &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GOTTEN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BLOODY &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FLAT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"AIYOH!!!!!!! No flat HOW TO GET MARRIED....?!?!" shrieks X&lt;br /&gt;(let X be relative/friend/colleague)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's getting a &lt;strong&gt;weeeeeeeeeee bit annoying&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not like we're not trying! How bout you find one for us hmmm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;GRRRRRRRRRRRRR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3185490946049523825-1563107403795976048?l=thespeedoftime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thespeedoftime.blogspot.com/feeds/1563107403795976048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3185490946049523825&amp;postID=1563107403795976048&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185490946049523825/posts/default/1563107403795976048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185490946049523825/posts/default/1563107403795976048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespeedoftime.blogspot.com/2008/07/wedding-bells-blues.html' title='Wedding Bells Blues'/><author><name>the speed of time</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16343889909770601368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3185490946049523825.post-8229827315041270090</id><published>2008-06-10T23:54:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T00:59:17.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Optimist calls me Prophet Pan</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Eugene the &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Mindless)&lt;/span&gt; Optimist&lt;/strong&gt; sounded so depressed just now.. it was heart wrenching. He kept talking about the unfair nation, our bleak future and how he can take his revenge on those (I think he meant HDB) responsible for our plight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been trying to ballot for a new flat since last year. And this time round, as 3rd-timers, he was so so so so sure we'd get a &lt;strong&gt;Commonwealth&lt;/strong&gt; flat. I did warn him that with our lousy queue number (better than last time, but still lousy), we'd probably get nothing in the end again, and it'd be better if we didn't get our hopes too high. Aaah.. &lt;strong&gt;Pessimist Pan&lt;/strong&gt;, he said and waved me off. He brought us to recce our future home and we even talked about what we could buy from Sheng Shiong, the ah pek supermarket, to prepare his favorite ah pek dinner. It's bad, developing feelings for something which you're not sure if it's really going to be yours for long... like a new boyfriend, or a pet fish. &lt;strong&gt;We sank too deep&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have the dream, like all the &lt;strong&gt;not-so-rich-but-geh-kiang-wan-to-be-married couples&lt;/strong&gt; have, the dream of a nice little place of our own, just right smack beside the MRT station- so we don't have to get a car so soon, hence also doing our part to save the earth by preserving its depleting fossil fuels and not contributing to global warming (&gt;_&lt;). Commonwealth was the &lt;strong&gt;perfect&lt;/strong&gt; place to realise this dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when I told him just now that a friend of mine, a 1st timer, managed to get the flat, he was so upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This just means we're destined for elsewhere better," I told him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where, &lt;strong&gt;Prophet Pan&lt;/strong&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Which ever place we're getting next time. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When is next time?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When we are richer and have the money for a resale flat... condo... or&lt;strong&gt; landed&lt;/strong&gt;... &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;heh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ok. So that's when we're... 35? Good. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;We'll have the money to buy that. But will we have the money to buy the time we would've lost?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, Prophet Pan doesn't have an answer....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What happened to my Optimist???? :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3185490946049523825-8229827315041270090?l=thespeedoftime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thespeedoftime.blogspot.com/feeds/8229827315041270090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3185490946049523825&amp;postID=8229827315041270090&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185490946049523825/posts/default/8229827315041270090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185490946049523825/posts/default/8229827315041270090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespeedoftime.blogspot.com/2008/06/optimist-calls-me-prophet-pan.html' title='The Optimist calls me Prophet Pan'/><author><name>the speed of time</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16343889909770601368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3185490946049523825.post-5962482475876528727</id><published>2008-06-03T10:25:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T22:12:43.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Read. It can change your life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;wow it's kinda dusty in here *coughs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starry was complaining that there's nothing new for her to &lt;strong&gt;read &lt;/strong&gt;in my blog anymore..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well speaking of reading...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/SETJf8PfwoI/AAAAAAAAAS8/VaTzwpfMHpg/s1600-h/raisins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207508619731387010" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="232" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/SETJf8PfwoI/AAAAAAAAAS8/VaTzwpfMHpg/s320/raisins.jpg" width="189" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was telling Anthony the other day, while I was eating his &lt;strong&gt;raisins&lt;/strong&gt;, that they always remind me of one of &lt;strong&gt;Roald Dahl's stories&lt;/strong&gt;, and he said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wow I didn't know you read!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grrrrrrrrrr.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LAO NIANG READS K!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the first day of school, when I was in Primary 1, all we needed to do for English class was to &lt;strong&gt;COLOUR &lt;/strong&gt;Nimmy the Alien and his spaceship. (teachers take note: always conduct quality lessons k)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. That was &lt;strong&gt;Difficult&lt;/strong&gt;. -_- And I wasn't prepared as I didnt have any colouring material.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This girl beside me, who has been boasting to everyone that her mom teaches in the same school (so we should worship her cos she's special), took out a &lt;strong&gt;glorious&lt;/strong&gt; set of colour pencils, 36 colours in all, still unused and looking very fine in their box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207508177349755506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/SETJGMPfwnI/AAAAAAAAAS0/ymOQtJD6n3A/s400/38343543_colourpencilscopia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked meekly to share her pencils, and she gave me an extremely &lt;strong&gt;poisonous&lt;/strong&gt; stare!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/SETJ3MPfwrI/AAAAAAAAATU/yM5tMnrj1Xg/s1600-h/FP8760~My-Little-Pony-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207509019163345586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 111px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 141px" height="230" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/SETJ3MPfwrI/AAAAAAAAATU/yM5tMnrj1Xg/s320/FP8760~My-Little-Pony-Posters.jpg" width="111" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well what was I thinking? I was looking very plain sitting beside the Princess, with her stupid long hair tied in stupid pink ribbons, and her stupid pink &lt;strong&gt;My Little Pony bag&lt;/strong&gt;. My hair was plaited with simple black rubber bands and my bag was a squarish dark blue canvas one. Obviously I wasn't good enough to share her pencils, and much less be her&lt;strong&gt; friend&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She handed me a &lt;strong&gt;GOLD &lt;/strong&gt;colour pencil, and quickly shifted the box to her side of the table such that it was out of my reach, and started to colour. It was like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hey, you got your pencil. Now use it and quit bothering me. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to colour the entire picture in &lt;strong&gt;1 colour&lt;/strong&gt;. Nimmy, his spaceship, the grass they were standing on, the tree, the sky and the sun. And when we handed up our work, our teacher frowned at my picture and I could've sworn I almost heard a sigh, which meant&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh wow. Another one of those retarded kids in my class this year. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, during recess, a classmate's mom approached our table and said to Little Miss High and Mighty, Oh wow, your mom's a teacher? You must be really smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She proceeded to take out a book and asked, "Can you read this?" she asked, pointing at a random word in a book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eh....eh.....eh........" was the &lt;strong&gt;retarded&lt;/strong&gt; reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to &lt;strong&gt;kaypoh&lt;/strong&gt;, and without missing a beat, announced,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"Cucumber" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I was the centre of attention. And the 'teacher's daughter' was nudged out of the conversation, and later I heard that she actually&lt;strong&gt; ran out crying and without looking fell into a ditch and messed up her hair and was too ashamed to climb out and so lived there forever. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. Actually, she &lt;strong&gt;switched schools&lt;/strong&gt; during the 2nd week or something. Probably couldn't take the intensity of Primary 1 and went back to &lt;strong&gt;nursery&lt;/strong&gt; to play with &lt;strong&gt;pink toys&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207507623298974306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 316px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 292px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="339" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/SETIl8PfwmI/AAAAAAAAASs/RCCOITa25Zk/s400/loser.jpg" width="297" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That incident changed my life. And hers.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm proud to announce that I went to the &lt;strong&gt;library&lt;/strong&gt; yesterday, after&lt;strong&gt; 1 year&lt;/strong&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I stepped in, I felt &lt;strong&gt;strangely happy and at peace&lt;/strong&gt;. That happy feeling didn't last very long cos it became too &lt;strong&gt;cold&lt;/strong&gt;, and I was already wearing a cardigan! And they were complaining about shopping malls wasting energy. They should check out Marine Parade Library!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/SETJ28PfwqI/AAAAAAAAATM/9EUAkbXgaTM/s1600-h/mocha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207509014868378274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 172px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 140px" height="171" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/SETJ28PfwqI/AAAAAAAAATM/9EUAkbXgaTM/s320/mocha.jpg" width="227" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there were adolescents sitting around in some Starbucks-wannabe cafe and reading/doing homework and chatting and looking cool while trying to keep warm by sipping &lt;strong&gt;6-dollar mochas&lt;/strong&gt;. Duh. What happened to the good old library with just books and tables and chairs and quiet people who read?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, since it was too cold to stay and browse, I picked up &lt;strong&gt;6 books&lt;/strong&gt;, 5 of which were recommended by the library, and 1 was about wedding photography.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll talk about the books in my next post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(do i hear some snoring already?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3185490946049523825-5962482475876528727?l=thespeedoftime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thespeedoftime.blogspot.com/feeds/5962482475876528727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3185490946049523825&amp;postID=5962482475876528727&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185490946049523825/posts/default/5962482475876528727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185490946049523825/posts/default/5962482475876528727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespeedoftime.blogspot.com/2008/06/read-it-can-change-your-life.html' title='Read. It can change your life.'/><author><name>the speed of time</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16343889909770601368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/SETJf8PfwoI/AAAAAAAAAS8/VaTzwpfMHpg/s72-c/raisins.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3185490946049523825.post-1341653522714360797</id><published>2008-02-08T12:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T22:12:44.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Highlights of January 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/R6vdKiuOSAI/AAAAAAAAASc/J1tA4f0R5_g/s1600-h/tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164464570899515394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/R6vdKiuOSAI/AAAAAAAAASc/J1tA4f0R5_g/s320/tree.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eugene drinking his Mos milk tea at the same time nourishing the&lt;strong&gt; tree&lt;/strong&gt; growing out of his head&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164458875772880882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/R6vX_CuOR_I/AAAAAAAAASU/-4sYOtZcufA/s320/DSC00608.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Hmmmm ... should I get the&lt;strong&gt; tight-fit&lt;/strong&gt; one or .... "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/R6vX-iuOR-I/AAAAAAAAASM/VmlnO40j0hc/s1600-h/DSC00607.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164464575194482706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/R6vdKyuOSBI/AAAAAAAAASk/phQO5ub02uE/s320/Diao.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;To get a closer picture of him, I went into the changing room and locked the door, to his dismay. He was warned about the faulty lock and thanks to me we were locked inside for a good &lt;strong&gt;5 minutes &lt;/strong&gt;before their staff heard my cries and let us out.&lt;br /&gt;Eugene just stood there and -_-''' the whole time. How helpful.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/R6vWISuOR5I/AAAAAAAAARk/cWAX5BAZigY/s1600-h/DSC00597.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164456835663415186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/R6vWISuOR5I/AAAAAAAAARk/cWAX5BAZigY/s320/DSC00597.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A softball cupcake with his name on it. But instead of his&lt;strong&gt; no. 18&lt;/strong&gt; they ran out of green icing and gave him the unlucky 13 :S &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/R6vWIyuOR6I/AAAAAAAAARs/Go46a6JGqKQ/s1600-h/DSC00601.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164456844253349794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/R6vWIyuOR6I/AAAAAAAAARs/Go46a6JGqKQ/s320/DSC00601.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;There was a&lt;strong&gt; cake&lt;/strong&gt; underneath the cap!! But no one had the heart to eat it. &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/R6vWJCuOR8I/AAAAAAAAAR8/nKm16ruslzU/s1600-h/DSC00603.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164456848548317122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/R6vWJCuOR8I/AAAAAAAAAR8/nKm16ruslzU/s320/DSC00603.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rip off of the Month&lt;/strong&gt;: Long John's Silver (outside Plaza Sing) &lt;strong&gt;$2&lt;/strong&gt; mini garden salad.&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/3185490946049523825-1341653522714360797?l=thespeedoftime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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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/_cqbqjbY8uEo/R6vdKiuOSAI/AAAAAAAAASc/J1tA4f0R5_g/s72-c/tree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3185490946049523825.post-4337178413488497558</id><published>2008-01-07T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T22:12:44.503+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Miracle of Me by Bubba'/><title type='text'>Kitty Venus</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In Loving Memory&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152732492558390210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/R4Iu5tGOU8I/AAAAAAAAARc/9pb1_xHAgaA/s320/kitty+venus.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;200_ - 4 Jan 2008&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KITTY VENUS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span 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align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adored by all who encounter me &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;With glossy fur and emerald eyes &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My glory's sure to mesmerize &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Those hapless humans who think that &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A dog's a dog; a cat's a cat &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Will surely come around to see &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The miracle that is me."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To sleep at night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But that was all&lt;br /&gt;Before he came&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I thought love had to hurt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To turn out right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But now he's here&lt;br /&gt;It's not the same&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And in the morning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when I kiss his eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He takes me down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And rocks me slow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And in the evening&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when the moon is high&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He holds me close&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And won't let go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He fills me up &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He gives me love &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;More love than I've ever seen &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He's all I've got in this world &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But he's all the man that I need&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/3185490946049523825-4588327684724923027?l=thespeedoftime.blogspot.com' alt='' 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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/_cqbqjbY8uEo/R4IrwdGOU7I/AAAAAAAAARU/rpLcNkDaVRU/s72-c/IMG_0898.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3185490946049523825.post-6395345040799957880</id><published>2007-12-22T14:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T22:12:50.301+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SEA Games'/><title type='text'>24th SEA Games Experience</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;This was the most memorable holiday I ever had. It started off with a Bangkok trip with Fandrie:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/R2ytx9GOUcI/AAAAAAAAANc/nD0Iv_AdYOM/s1600-h/P1010007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146679547903496642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/R2ytx9GOUcI/AAAAAAAAANc/nD0Iv_AdYOM/s400/P1010007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anyone&lt;/strong&gt; can tell that this is &lt;strong&gt;Mark Richmond&lt;/strong&gt; with the SEA Games liason officers in Bangkok Airport, thanks to my photography skills. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/R2ytyNGOUdI/AAAAAAAAANk/p_BrKfBZDxk/s1600-h/P1010022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146679552198463954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/R2ytyNGOUdI/AAAAAAAAANk/p_BrKfBZDxk/s400/P1010022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I could stay here &lt;strong&gt;forever&lt;/strong&gt; cos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146683159970992690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/R2yxENGOUjI/AAAAAAAAAOU/61oTlXUAcn0/s400/P1010115.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;...this was the view from our hotel room on the SEA games opening night.&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/R2ytydGOUeI/AAAAAAAAANs/e9pp8DhQ9bw/s1600-h/P1010073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146679556493431266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/R2ytydGOUeI/AAAAAAAAANs/e9pp8DhQ9bw/s400/P1010073.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S$7&lt;/strong&gt; (?!) sharks fin in a food court. Fin real or not I dunno la, but it's good enough for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146684749108892274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/R2yygtGOUnI/AAAAAAAAAO0/BOTUgHH9Sn4/s400/P1010062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"Hmph. You eat shark. Don't friend you already." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Then I bravely headed to Korat for the SEA games while Fan left for Isreal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146683177150861922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/R2yxFNGOUmI/AAAAAAAAAOs/peiWYdYjEGc/s400/P1010124.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Red&lt;/strong&gt; carpet sia.. looks a leetle beet sleezy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146683168560927298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/R2yxEtGOUkI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Y3XO4RUR_F4/s400/P1010130.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The hotel even had their own cow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146683172855894610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/R2yxE9GOUlI/AAAAAAAAAOk/CVFlCDpfzg0/s400/P1010139.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The Tom Yam Kung was&lt;strong&gt; unforgetable&lt;/strong&gt;! So was the Pad Thai! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146680724724535842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/R2yu2dGOUiI/AAAAAAAAAOM/RUg2MIAljc4/s400/P1010137.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jennifer and Wong Ah Teck&lt;/strong&gt; were great company.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;At the field....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146688447075734194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/R2y139GOUrI/AAAAAAAAAPU/R6nMFl5Hnp4/s400/IMG_0427.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Cute and sweet&lt;strong&gt; Renu&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146684761993794194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/R2yyhdGOUpI/AAAAAAAAAPE/PRnzvc-wKGI/s400/IMG_0422.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Cute and radiant&lt;strong&gt; Irene&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146684766288761506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/R2yyhtGOUqI/AAAAAAAAAPM/eFKAQvfQ0NU/s400/IMG_0426.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;偶像&lt;strong&gt;Royston&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146693643986162498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/R2y6mdGOU0I/AAAAAAAAAQc/vuIlnbIG9qw/s400/IMG_0691.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And of course with &lt;strong&gt;Eugene dear&lt;/strong&gt;... the very reason for me to be there&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146693639691195186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/R2y6mNGOUzI/AAAAAAAAAQU/zqeyWb6bHwE/s400/IMG_0608.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Scared &lt;strong&gt;chao da&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146695525181838194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/R2y8T9GOU3I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/zRQ6n166XU8/s400/IMG_0502.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Match started and &lt;strong&gt;no. 18&lt;/strong&gt; was up to something.... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146695529476805506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/R2y8UNGOU4I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/wGSGduc6tnw/s400/IMG_0496.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;zooming in..... top right corner: &lt;strong&gt;\(^o^)/&lt;/strong&gt;..... no. 18's handy work. Oiii... &lt;strong&gt;concentrate &lt;/strong&gt;on the game leh!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146688459960636114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/R2y14tGOUtI/AAAAAAAAAPk/_Ej9SByCGxQ/s400/IMG_0601.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2-base hit&lt;/strong&gt; by Eugene!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146688468550570722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/R2y15NGOUuI/AAAAAAAAAPs/eKT2mqcIJEg/s400/IMG_0606.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Kenny hits and Eugene ran like his life depended on it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146690856552387346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/R2y4ENGOUxI/AAAAAAAAAQE/7Thwj8NpDXg/s400/IMG_0576.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"...N&lt;strong&gt;o. 11&lt;/strong&gt;.. may we have your signature... your &lt;strong&gt;homerun &lt;/strong&gt;very 帅... -giggles-"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146690865142321954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/R2y4EtGOUyI/AAAAAAAAAQM/uyAsjXLMNLk/s400/IMG_0645.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Bronze medallists! &lt;strong&gt;Rarrhh!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146684757698826882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/R2yyhNGOUoI/AAAAAAAAAO8/VKp0cBQZMjU/s400/P1010184.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We want to &lt;strong&gt;lie down&lt;/strong&gt; to admire our medals cannot ah&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146680720429568514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/R2yu2NGOUgI/AAAAAAAAAN8/ppQy9YLBa5A/s400/P1010192.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Now we want to toss our caps &lt;strong&gt;high high&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146680720429568530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/R2yu2NGOUhI/AAAAAAAAAOE/6crYk9rz4Oo/s400/P1010193.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;No. 18's cap flew to &lt;strong&gt;outerspace&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146680711839633906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/R2yu1tGOUfI/AAAAAAAAAN0/kjtFtLZFjfo/s400/P1010211.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146693656871064418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/R2y6nNGOU2I/AAAAAAAAAQs/4FSDBrEnsvM/s400/IMG_0815.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146693652576097106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/R2y6m9GOU1I/AAAAAAAAAQk/WSVs2BIcmKc/s400/IMG_0738.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;So proud of you dear.. Thank you for sharing this with me :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3185490946049523825-6395345040799957880?l=thespeedoftime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thespeedoftime.blogspot.com/feeds/6395345040799957880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3185490946049523825&amp;postID=6395345040799957880&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185490946049523825/posts/default/6395345040799957880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185490946049523825/posts/default/6395345040799957880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespeedoftime.blogspot.com/2007/12/24th-sea-games-experience.html' title='24th SEA Games Experience'/><author><name>the speed of time</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16343889909770601368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/R2ytx9GOUcI/AAAAAAAAANc/nD0Iv_AdYOM/s72-c/P1010007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3185490946049523825.post-6771380475802338544</id><published>2007-12-01T11:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T12:29:55.113+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage proposal'/><title type='text'>He pops The Question Part II</title><content type='html'>Took down the previous post because it was so depressing. Don't want to think about it, because there are other &lt;strong&gt;better&lt;/strong&gt; things to talk about, like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HE POPPED THE QUESTION AGAIN, AND THIS TIME IT'S FOR REAL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, I was &lt;strong&gt;sleeping&lt;/strong&gt; when it happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"............will........... me......." he said while nudging me to wake up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"....huh..?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;".....will..... marry....... me....."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"oh..... (omg this question again... diao...)- got ready to roll away and return to dream land-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;".... ok ok I kneel down okay" -and he awkwardly tried to kneel on one knee, &lt;strong&gt;ON &lt;/strong&gt;the bed-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Will you marry me?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"....Er... ring... where's my ring " I answered while waving my hand at him sleepily.. half awake and quite amused at the sight of a huge guy trying to keep his balance on one knee on a &lt;strong&gt;waterbed&lt;/strong&gt;. Even sleeping on one is difficult, trust me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There! The ring is there!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes shot open fully and I felt something around my left ring finger. He had slipped it when I was asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;".... Ha.....?" I tried to focus hard on the ring but it was dark and I couldn't really tell what it was exactly.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He was still staring at me sheepishly and waiting for an answer.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Er.... You're not kidding me right.... Is this&lt;strong&gt; plastic&lt;/strong&gt;...?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"What?! No!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Ok ok, turn on the light......................." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Oh my god... Is this for real....???"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;".............................. So ???????"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Er.................... ok.............ok................ &lt;strong&gt;Wait&lt;/strong&gt;..... Aren't you supposed to slip on the ring &lt;strong&gt;AFTER &lt;/strong&gt;I say yes???!!!!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-he shrugs with a &lt;strong&gt;triumphant&lt;/strong&gt; look on his face-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So this is how I got proposed to. Once in a life time thing, and he did it &lt;strong&gt;backwards. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Apparently, he was also extremely worried for a long time that the stone is not big enough, and said he wanted to get one as big as his &lt;strong&gt;fist&lt;/strong&gt; if he could. -_O ??!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But I really do &lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt; the ring. Thank you dear :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3185490946049523825-6771380475802338544?l=thespeedoftime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thespeedoftime.blogspot.com/feeds/6771380475802338544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3185490946049523825&amp;postID=6771380475802338544&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185490946049523825/posts/default/6771380475802338544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185490946049523825/posts/default/6771380475802338544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespeedoftime.blogspot.com/2007/12/he-pops-question-part-ii.html' title='He pops The Question Part II'/><author><name>the speed of time</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16343889909770601368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3185490946049523825.post-5084183178485389128</id><published>2007-11-26T21:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T22:12:55.548+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2007 highlights'/><title type='text'>Eugene's Birthday and other 2007 Highlights</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;It was &lt;strong&gt;Eugene's birthday&lt;/strong&gt; on 18th Nov and there was a &lt;strong&gt;cake&lt;/strong&gt; waiting for him after we got back from Siok Kan's wedding on 17 Nov at around 11. 45pm and 32 seconds. He never had a clue on the way home! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137170502777058370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/R0rlWrikNEI/AAAAAAAAAM0/NYinvgNw2kM/s400/P1020411.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;See his &lt;strong&gt;paiseh&lt;/strong&gt; face. When he opened the door and saw the cake he refused to step in and I was stuck outside for a &lt;strong&gt;good &lt;/strong&gt;5 seconds. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137170515661960274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/R0rlXbikNFI/AAAAAAAAAM8/QUDLo3wV9QQ/s400/P1020421.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;It was &lt;strong&gt;Sandy&lt;/strong&gt; who trotted over to Holland V's NYDC to get the cake.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137170519956927586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/R0rlXrikNGI/AAAAAAAAANE/VIY7co11UOI/s400/P1020420.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The family with a very &lt;strong&gt;gian &lt;/strong&gt;Sandy eyeing the cake. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137168716070663170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/R0rjurikNAI/AAAAAAAAAMU/NRdUCiFn-Qs/s400/IMG_0013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Birthday Lunch! Must eat mee sua for birthday. Or &lt;strong&gt;mee sua substitute&lt;/strong&gt; - shanghai ramen with cream of chicken soup zhnged with mushrooms and carrot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/R0rju7ikNBI/AAAAAAAAAMc/PPqLetBOWVc/s1600-h/IMG_0026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137168720365630482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/R0rju7ikNBI/AAAAAAAAAMc/PPqLetBOWVc/s400/IMG_0026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Birthday guy with cable cars. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/R0rjvbikNCI/AAAAAAAAAMk/hZeFPuDM-CU/s1600-h/IMG_0041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137168728955565090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/R0rjvbikNCI/AAAAAAAAAMk/hZeFPuDM-CU/s400/IMG_0041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Birthday guy stuffed with meat and "&lt;strong&gt;can eat no more&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137168733250532402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/R0rjvrikNDI/AAAAAAAAAMs/odboLA-hVDM/s400/IMG_0042.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Right after that statement, Birthday Guy&lt;strong&gt; chiong&lt;/strong&gt; for &lt;strong&gt;chocolate fondue&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My present for him was a Canon Ixus70 digital camera (thanks for the tip Kelvin, he loves it) and 1up's girlfriend [:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AND THE FOLLOWING ARE RANDOM PICS TAKEN BY ANNE AND KELVIN'S IXUS 70 OVER THE YEAR. I APOLOGISE THAT I COULD ONLY UPLOAD THESE OUT OF THE THOUSANDS THAT SHE PASSED TO ME TODAY, AS MY WIRELESS INTERNET CONNECTION IS WEAK LIKE MEE SUA.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;ENJOY, the Highlights of 2007!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/R0rcBrikM9I/AAAAAAAAAL8/VBvBIAaUY4Q/s1600-h/IMG_3806.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137160246395155410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/R0rcBrikM9I/AAAAAAAAAL8/VBvBIAaUY4Q/s400/IMG_3806.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super duper Mango Milkshake! Must try! Some shop at Marina Sq. Been there 4 times and ordered the same dessert 4 times! &lt;strong&gt;And still cannot remember shop name!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/R0raPLikM6I/AAAAAAAAALk/4ZVFngXYS50/s1600-h/IMG_2129.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137158279300133794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/R0raPLikM6I/AAAAAAAAALk/4ZVFngXYS50/s400/IMG_2129.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the zoo. The &lt;strong&gt;only non-scandalous pic&lt;/strong&gt; from the collection, that's why it's here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/R0raP7ikM7I/AAAAAAAAALs/8jSoTx_SW9Y/s1600-h/IMG_2209.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137158292185035698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/R0raP7ikM7I/AAAAAAAAALs/8jSoTx_SW9Y/s400/IMG_2209.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All of us at &lt;strong&gt;Siok Kan and Mingwei's&lt;/strong&gt; place eating popiah! &lt;strong&gt;Fandrie was late&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/R0raRbikM8I/AAAAAAAAAL0/As47qxuQxGA/s1600-h/IMG_2253.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137158317954839490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/R0raRbikM8I/AAAAAAAAAL0/As47qxuQxGA/s400/IMG_2253.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See how &lt;strong&gt;upset&lt;/strong&gt; we were with her latecoming? Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/R0rSsrikM2I/AAAAAAAAALE/1uRzpKBheg4/s1600-h/IMG_4559.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137149990013252450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/R0rSsrikM2I/AAAAAAAAALE/1uRzpKBheg4/s400/IMG_4559.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posted this so that you can see the &lt;strong&gt;pretty bride&lt;/strong&gt; with her &lt;strong&gt;pretty friends&lt;/strong&gt; wearing &lt;strong&gt;pretty shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/R0rSs7ikM3I/AAAAAAAAALM/p72E01tGo9M/s1600-h/IMG_4563.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137149994308219762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/R0rSs7ikM3I/AAAAAAAAALM/p72E01tGo9M/s400/IMG_4563.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;All of us again (without the shoes). Without Fandrie. Late&lt;strong&gt; again&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/R0rStLikM4I/AAAAAAAAALU/nbuwtPy59jM/s1600-h/IMG_4624.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137149998603187074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/R0rStLikM4I/AAAAAAAAALU/nbuwtPy59jM/s400/IMG_4624.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Eugene should've worn his gold shirt, gold tie, gold pants and gold shoes to go with my gold dress. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/R0rStrikM5I/AAAAAAAAALc/086O2NKEXsM/s1600-h/IMG_4625.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137150007193121682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/R0rStrikM5I/AAAAAAAAALc/086O2NKEXsM/s400/IMG_4625.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Why are you not including my other gold shoe in the pic?!" -and Eugene rolls his eyes- &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137147301363725090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/R0rQQLikMyI/AAAAAAAAAKk/6R8jhPxmFHw/s400/IMG_4138.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is the first time I've ever worn a &lt;strong&gt;raincoat&lt;/strong&gt; in my life!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137147318543594306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/R0rQRLikM0I/AAAAAAAAAK0/wI-RpdOWkyw/s400/IMG_4180.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5 minutes later from this pic, raincoat ended up in the &lt;strong&gt;bin&lt;/strong&gt;. So environmentally unfriendly... I'm ashamed of myself ]: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137147309953659698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/R0rQQrikMzI/AAAAAAAAAKs/70UxXdr4ELA/s400/IMG_1344.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I've could've danced &lt;strong&gt;all &lt;/strong&gt;night. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137147340018430802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/R0rQSbikM1I/AAAAAAAAAK8/aKPeEdGdkcA/s400/IMG_4528.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Champions!!! First time I ran in &lt;strong&gt;years.&lt;/strong&gt; And for a &lt;strong&gt;$5 Popular Bookshop voucher&lt;/strong&gt; each. We all agreed it was worth it =D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137160267869991922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/R0rcC7ikM_I/AAAAAAAAAMM/9yUCYhDtnn4/s400/DSC00377.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Muffin and Hammy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137160254985090018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/R0rcCLikM-I/AAAAAAAAAME/cOOjX3dKDCk/s400/DSC00375_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Outside Jeremy's restaurant, where "&lt;strong&gt;the food is better than the service&lt;/strong&gt;". Ahahaha! But seriously, thanks for the drinks Gorilla [:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3185490946049523825-5084183178485389128?l=thespeedoftime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thespeedoftime.blogspot.com/feeds/5084183178485389128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3185490946049523825&amp;postID=5084183178485389128&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185490946049523825/posts/default/5084183178485389128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185490946049523825/posts/default/5084183178485389128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespeedoftime.blogspot.com/2007/11/eugenes-birthday-and-other-2007.html' title='Eugene&apos;s Birthday and other 2007 Highlights'/><author><name>the speed of time</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16343889909770601368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/R0rlWrikNEI/AAAAAAAAAM0/NYinvgNw2kM/s72-c/P1020411.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3185490946049523825.post-7899300889947362053</id><published>2007-11-24T01:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T01:45:45.071+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kittens'/><title type='text'>2 Kittens :D Very cute!!!</title><content type='html'>From YouTube: "Stina and Mossy (the two cats seen in this video) usually fight instead of talk, so this was an odd moment. They kept "talking" for about 1 hour, constantly. We've had alot of laughs over this clip.. =)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/z3U0udLH974&amp;rel=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;border=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/z3U0udLH974&amp;rel=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;border=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The translation: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1JynBEX_kg8&amp;rel=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;border=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1JynBEX_kg8&amp;rel=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;border=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3185490946049523825-7899300889947362053?l=thespeedoftime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thespeedoftime.blogspot.com/feeds/7899300889947362053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3185490946049523825&amp;postID=7899300889947362053&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185490946049523825/posts/default/7899300889947362053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185490946049523825/posts/default/7899300889947362053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespeedoftime.blogspot.com/2007/11/2-kittens-d.html' title='2 Kittens :D Very cute!!!'/><author><name>the speed of time</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16343889909770601368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3185490946049523825.post-4950411934270271995</id><published>2007-11-24T01:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T01:25:58.572+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reason to live'/><title type='text'>The Reason To Live</title><content type='html'>I had a student who once asked me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What is the point of staying alive when we're all going to die at some point of time? Why do we torture ourselves to study and then torture ourselves again to work just to stay alive when our lives are going to end anyway?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told him, "We stay alive to do the things we like to do, to be with the people we want to be with. Some caveman way back in time recognised that the key to survival in society was competition. If you want food, you better hunt for it yourself. If you put in more energy, you gather more food and have a better chance of survival. Hence if you want to continue to live to do the things you like, for eg. eat expensive ice cream with your girlfriend, you better study hard and get a good job with good pay to afford these things. That's the point of studying and working hard. And you live so that you can eat nice ice cream and be with your girlfriend. That's the point of living."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a blank stare from him. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only person I'm living for now is Eugene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I'm living for now is YouTube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok and maybe my cca too. That's 2 things.  [:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3185490946049523825-4950411934270271995?l=thespeedoftime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thespeedoftime.blogspot.com/feeds/4950411934270271995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3185490946049523825&amp;postID=4950411934270271995&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185490946049523825/posts/default/4950411934270271995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185490946049523825/posts/default/4950411934270271995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespeedoftime.blogspot.com/2007/11/reason-to-live.html' title='The Reason To Live'/><author><name>the speed of time</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16343889909770601368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3185490946049523825.post-6006846992237948964</id><published>2007-11-22T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T21:34:20.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Slightly better now</title><content type='html'>I feel sliiiiiiightly better now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eugene actually dropped by at my house today before his training to pass me his comb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my sis gave me a supa large pack of facial cotton from watsons which says on the package "40% more free" premium quality cotton. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks people [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the tour agency called and said the driver couldn't find my bag either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't believe the huge haversack can dissolve into thin air  -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To whoever's got my bag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT GOES AROUND COMES AROUND!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-scowl-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3185490946049523825-6006846992237948964?l=thespeedoftime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thespeedoftime.blogspot.com/feeds/6006846992237948964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3185490946049523825&amp;postID=6006846992237948964&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185490946049523825/posts/default/6006846992237948964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185490946049523825/posts/default/6006846992237948964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespeedoftime.blogspot.com/2007/11/slightly-better-now.html' title='Slightly better now'/><author><name>the speed of time</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16343889909770601368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3185490946049523825.post-6148386839657015591</id><published>2007-11-22T01:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T11:29:13.329+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>RANTS RANTS AND MORE RANTS</title><content type='html'>Feeling really really really really really low.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just returned from the trip to malaysia with my students. Was already having sleepless nights at least 3 nights prior the trip wondering how they would perform and if anyone would lose a leg or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip went preeeeeeetty ok considering the rubbish job done by the tour agent. The biggest sabo was that the orphanage seemed to have no idea that the students were coming and seemed pretty pissed at us for screwing up their carnival with our arrival. Can you imagine the scene: my students, after weeks and weeks of practising, travelling all the way from Singapore, all ready to perform for the children, were as good as being told point blank that hey we don't need your music now. And the tour agent himself assured me again and again that everything is arranged. They know you are coming and performing and they are eager to have you. You will help out with other chores as well and donate some items, yes, don't worry, everything is taken care off. We have arranged for many schools from Singapore to help out over there before so everything will be fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah, my ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the students played well enough and the head mistress told me herself at the end of the session that she was glad we came because our music inspired her children who were just being started on a music enrichment program, and wished we had brought more songs with us. So yeah it turned out well. The school exchange was quite alright too because I have insisted on personally arranging it with the student leader and the only surprise we had was the wonderful planning done by our host. Everyone enjoyed themselves I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except me, cos I was constantly on my toes mentally preparing for more and more screws ups. And lo and behold, there were other surprises in store but I really don't want to go into that now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time, be it Africa, North Pole or Timbaktu, I will liase with the organization myself. The tour agents can just sit back and shake leg and slot in good food, good coach (not one which has a fantastic suspension which makes you feel like u're in the middle of the freakin choppy china sea) and use the time freed up from liasing to interview and select quality coach drivers. (our instructor was trying to help the driver with the route back to school, and was chastised for being unclear with his directions. Hello! Whose job was it to know the way around in the first place!??!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we managed to pull it off admidst the sh*t and I didn't even freak out once. I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I'm typing this, I'm reminded of why I never go on guided tours in a huge group anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the best part is this -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left my luggage on the bus. Yup. My bag is gone gone gone gone. Bye bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm pissed because I only have 1 comb and it's in that see-saw bus and I dunno when I will finally be able to comb my hair. I'll probably have to buy a comb first, but that would mean I have to leave the house with messy hair. And I don't want to leave the house looking like a siao zar bor. It's a chicken and egg situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you would think a warm shower at home would make everything right? Nah. My towel was nowhere to be found and there was just a little more than half a drop of shampoo left in the bottle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then somehow since our painful ride back from Malacca, I have been thinking of how I pushed my french horn and piano aside ever since I started teaching. My students can probably make better music than me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should quit my job and do my own thing for 3 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And eat what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I know what I'm doing really well: I've achieved Mastery of Invisibility after just 3 days in Malaysia. I don't think I'm living in a home anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm tired as it's already half past 3 in the morning. But I'm afraid to sleep cos I'll dream about work again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah. I really want to koon. Thanks for hearing me out. I feel better already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3185490946049523825-6148386839657015591?l=thespeedoftime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thespeedoftime.blogspot.com/feeds/6148386839657015591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3185490946049523825&amp;postID=6148386839657015591&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185490946049523825/posts/default/6148386839657015591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185490946049523825/posts/default/6148386839657015591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespeedoftime.blogspot.com/2007/11/feeling-really-really-really-really.html' title='RANTS RANTS AND MORE RANTS'/><author><name>the speed of time</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16343889909770601368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3185490946049523825.post-5214464977016105759</id><published>2007-11-03T10:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T22:12:57.518+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='salt peanut butter sandwich'/><title type='text'>Salt and Peanut Butter Sandwiches</title><content type='html'>"Don't eat so much &lt;strong&gt;salt &lt;/strong&gt;la....Stop... STOP...&lt;strong&gt; I SAID STOP AH&lt;/strong&gt;!!!!!!" Eugene thinks if I keep up with my current level of salt intake, our children will be motherless even before they learn to &lt;strong&gt;talk&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128472971649867698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/Ryv-_vNh37I/AAAAAAAAAKM/ZuIcSAFdXBA/s320/132655622_c56d3748d5%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just the other day I polished off almost an entire pack of &lt;strong&gt;斌斌米果&lt;/strong&gt; in one sitting as it's so &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/Ryv_ofNh39I/AAAAAAAAAKc/MYIJL1KwcVM/s1600-h/hee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128473671729536978" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/Ryv_ofNh39I/AAAAAAAAAKc/MYIJL1KwcVM/s320/hee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;wonderfully &lt;strong&gt;salty&lt;/strong&gt;. I chucked a packet to &lt;strong&gt;Aunty Kiat&lt;/strong&gt; who was at the same time startled to see so many wrappers while emptying my dustbin, and 2 packs to &lt;strong&gt;Anne &lt;/strong&gt;who selflessly &lt;strong&gt;volunteered&lt;/strong&gt; to share the sodium.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When other girls declare "I have a sweet tooth" people would think awwwwww she's so cute... so girl girl....awwww. You don't hear people telling them that if they don't burn the sugar they're gonna look like Queen Latifah in 2 months. &lt;strong&gt;But&lt;/strong&gt; when I tell people about my passion for salt they'd lecture me about my &lt;strong&gt;blood pressure&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;kidneys&lt;/strong&gt; and how they'd never donate one to me if I ever needed them to. Really makes you &lt;strong&gt;think&lt;/strong&gt; about the kind of friends you mak&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/Ryv-bvNh35I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/Eb_rHmoQhPU/s1600-h/kidneys.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;e eh -scowl- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128472971649867682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/Ryv-_vNh36I/AAAAAAAAAKE/ZGzBHYU51D8/s320/kidneys.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But now, I'm going to make a &lt;strong&gt;life-changing&lt;/strong&gt; decision. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-drumroll-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I AM GOING TO REDUCE MY SALT INTAKE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why? Cos last night during&lt;strong&gt; staff dinner&lt;/strong&gt;, I mistakingly poured like half a bottle (??!!) of &lt;strong&gt;soy sauce&lt;/strong&gt; instead of vinegar into my shark's fin soup (don't start with the stop eating sharks thingy, I need the &lt;strong&gt;mercury&lt;/strong&gt;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And to my horror it tasted absolutely &lt;strong&gt;fine&lt;/strong&gt;. And the 9 other people at my table liked their serving just as it was served. &lt;strong&gt;Shiling&lt;/strong&gt;, who refused me her kidney when we were in Hong Kong, watched me swallow the whole bowl, and &lt;strong&gt;probably&lt;/strong&gt; resolved that very moment she'd rather throw her organ on the &lt;strong&gt;floor&lt;/strong&gt; and&lt;strong&gt; step&lt;/strong&gt; on it than to let me have it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I need &lt;strong&gt;your&lt;/strong&gt; help. You can put me in a straitjacket so that I &lt;strong&gt;cannot&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;zhng&lt;/strong&gt; my food with salt or soy sauce. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128473302362349506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/Ryv_S_Nh38I/AAAAAAAAAKU/jeKBtwDGtMk/s320/straitjacket.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or &lt;strong&gt;remove&lt;/strong&gt; the sodium when you see it on the table. Or &lt;strong&gt;share&lt;/strong&gt; my potato chips/chicken in a biscuit/curry twisties. Or &lt;strong&gt;pledge&lt;/strong&gt; your kidneys to me so that I live to see my kids get married and have their own kids. That's what friends are for, right? RIGHT????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of friends I have to tell you about my dear &lt;strong&gt;Anne&lt;/strong&gt; who saved me from &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THE BUTTER GAU PEANUT BUTTER BOH SANDWICH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;有福同享有难同当&lt;/strong&gt;... I take &lt;strong&gt;half &lt;/strong&gt;of your sandwich and you take half of mine", she said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128469531381063490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/Ryv73fNh30I/AAAAAAAAAJU/jERNBSU4-_I/s320/peanut+butter+sandwich.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(notice her sandwich with a &lt;strong&gt;nice thick layer&lt;/strong&gt; of chunky spread whereas mine has a thick layer of butter and less peanut butter)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128469531381063506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/Ryv73fNh31I/AAAAAAAAAJc/q-I2Da8Q-6M/s320/anne+eating+sandwich.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128469535676030834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/Ryv73vNh33I/AAAAAAAAAJs/BNwNj2WbQaM/s320/anne+phone.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128469535676030818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/Ryv73vNh32I/AAAAAAAAAJk/oRHjXyVGt00/s320/anne+in+jacket.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What a pal!!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&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/3185490946049523825-5214464977016105759?l=thespeedoftime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thespeedoftime.blogspot.com/feeds/5214464977016105759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3185490946049523825&amp;postID=5214464977016105759&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185490946049523825/posts/default/5214464977016105759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185490946049523825/posts/default/5214464977016105759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespeedoftime.blogspot.com/2007/11/salt-and-peanut-butter-sandwiches.html' title='Salt and Peanut Butter Sandwiches'/><author><name>the speed of time</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16343889909770601368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/Ryv-_vNh37I/AAAAAAAAAKM/ZuIcSAFdXBA/s72-c/132655622_c56d3748d5%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3185490946049523825.post-2363190675654892640</id><published>2007-10-27T12:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T22:12:58.634+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Nanny YouTube Birthday Team Player'/><title type='text'>YouTube Intermission</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Great! It's finally the &lt;strong&gt;weeke&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nd&lt;/strong&gt;! And I dunno what to do about it :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/RyLNavNh3qI/AAAAAAAAAIE/oFIBatRlqUE/s1600-h/niles.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125885185134550690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="232" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/RyLNavNh3qI/AAAAAAAAAIE/oFIBatRlqUE/s320/niles.jpg" width="209" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I have &lt;strong&gt;powerpoint slides&lt;/strong&gt; to prepare for Monday's class but I'm terribly distracted by &lt;strong&gt;YouTube&lt;/strong&gt;. Been watching every episode of &lt;strong&gt;The Nanny&lt;/strong&gt; available, streaming 7-minute short clips and piecing random episodes together in no particular order. &lt;strong&gt;Love Niles!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been stuffing my face with &lt;strong&gt;Japanese&lt;/strong&gt; these days - &lt;strong&gt;Waruku&lt;/strong&gt; (best paper hotpot) with Anne and gang, Waruku again (fried ice cream not so good but had a 10% off the bill cos we found out the supervisor was an ex-bandmate!) with Ks, &lt;strong&gt;Ichiban&lt;/strong&gt; (best salmon head soup and softshell crab handroll) with the mister, and &lt;strong&gt;Sakae&lt;/strong&gt; (best.. er.. mascot?) with Liling and gang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I totally forgot about &lt;strong&gt;Starry's birthday&lt;/strong&gt; cos the week's been crazy... I'm so sorry dearie..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125885198019452594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 188px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 204px" height="265" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/RyLNbfNh3rI/AAAAAAAAAIM/jqXGO4ozqUw/s320/354247842_c96fbc4757%5B1%5D.jpg" width="228" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Starry Starry dear&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm so sorry I forgot your birthday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Daniel's the important one anyway&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You still have the flower I got you last year?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of birthdays,&lt;strong&gt; Fan&lt;/strong&gt; was on &lt;strong&gt;MC&lt;/strong&gt; on hers. I know you don't want a celebration lady.. b..b..bbbut do you have to avoid us like this??? =puts away noisemakers= you still want your &lt;strong&gt;pressie&lt;/strong&gt; on Monday?? I know you're secretly excited.. you are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...............................................................................&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eugene was awarded Team Player (Softball) of 2007 last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125887749230026514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/RyLPv_Nh3xI/AAAAAAAAAI8/9s83ZaLNs-s/s320/DSC00537.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Unglam pic of Team Player after the awards ceremony&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125887878079045410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/RyLP3fNh3yI/AAAAAAAAAJE/hHGyttDh0-4/s320/DSC00538.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The sandwich he made and hid in the glove compartment for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125887693395451650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/RyLPsvNh3wI/AAAAAAAAAI0/AvYu43aSCdM/s320/DSC00532.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Zhng-ing my banana chocolate sundae with Mrs Loh's banana.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125889772159622962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/RyLRlvNh3zI/AAAAAAAAAJM/Icgm6SGF4UE/s320/zhnged+sundae.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Now &lt;strong&gt;back &lt;/strong&gt;to YouTube!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3185490946049523825-2363190675654892640?l=thespeedoftime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thespeedoftime.blogspot.com/feeds/2363190675654892640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3185490946049523825&amp;postID=2363190675654892640&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185490946049523825/posts/default/2363190675654892640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185490946049523825/posts/default/2363190675654892640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespeedoftime.blogspot.com/2007/10/youtube-intermission.html' title='YouTube Intermission'/><author><name>the speed of time</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16343889909770601368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/RyLNavNh3qI/AAAAAAAAAIE/oFIBatRlqUE/s72-c/niles.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3185490946049523825.post-8142884509416554924</id><published>2007-10-15T18:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T22:13:00.922+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bintan nirwana ding tai feng xiao long bao fats'/><title type='text'>Xiao Long Cu Bao</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/RxNWnjy8-DI/AAAAAAAAAH8/8Sjk2AWMc5s/s1600-h/hee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121532438874224690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/RxNWnjy8-DI/AAAAAAAAAH8/8Sjk2AWMc5s/s320/hee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;YAY! We're going &lt;strong&gt;somewhere&lt;/strong&gt; in December!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/RxNWazy8-CI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Pehkj3Gl31c/s1600-h/hee.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Was half afraid that I'll end up wasting the holidays because of his matches, but today we booked a 4D3N holiday in &lt;strong&gt;Bintan's Nirwana Garden&lt;/strong&gt; for $301 per pax. Had to pay $50 bucks more for the sea view as rooms with a garden view are fully booked. Don't really care for the view; they can &lt;strong&gt;paint&lt;/strong&gt; a &lt;strong&gt;window &lt;/strong&gt;on the wall for all I care and I'd still be happy that I won't be stuck here during term break. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Anne and Tricia both enjoyed the place with Kelvin and Renjie :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121518956971882274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/RxNKWzy89yI/AAAAAAAAAGA/JO8rMi_6g0Y/s320/bintan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Not bad eh :) compare this with &lt;strong&gt;Tioman's Tropical Coral Inn&lt;/strong&gt; which we stayed for an &lt;strong&gt;agonizing &lt;/strong&gt;3 days &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121521190354876274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/RxNMYzy893I/AAAAAAAAAGk/Nv0I-sdWSTw/s320/IMG_2163.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121521800240232322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/RxNM8Ty894I/AAAAAAAAAGs/ezgvG3neLU8/s320/IMG_2168.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I was actually afraid that Eugene would collapse the bowl cos when you sit on it, it &lt;strong&gt;shifts&lt;/strong&gt; 0_0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anywhere&lt;/strong&gt; would be better than Tioman, &lt;strong&gt;anywhere!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;.........................................................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sua ku&lt;/strong&gt; us went to &lt;strong&gt;Ding Tai Feng&lt;/strong&gt; for the &lt;strong&gt;first &lt;/strong&gt;time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121531038714886114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/RxNVWDy89-I/AAAAAAAAAHU/8bu61Lw2XQk/s320/DSC00512.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me (not looking like myself)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121518969856784194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/RxNKXjy890I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/1i7llkxjG20/s320/DSC00516.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eugene tucking in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121531116024297458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/RxNVajy89_I/AAAAAAAAAHc/5Bp6r_3Gp_I/s320/DSC00513.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Look at how Eugene fills his small dragon soup bun (xiao3 long2 tang1 bao1) with a lot of &lt;strong&gt;vinegar.&lt;/strong&gt; They should have a xiao3 long2 cu4 (vinegar) bao1 in the menu for him la. If you can't tell what he's saying the &lt;strong&gt;monologue&lt;/strong&gt; is below. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-d9c25293375c41e1" 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://v19.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd9c25293375c41e1%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331427081%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D55D45D2849C45CADC728A5EAFE3E7C51C036B7D6.85252A5A6A188A00B31190BA2C8AF9681A9366E8%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd9c25293375c41e1%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DTn4GGGkDtdxkLayCRORUZ2B0aac&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://v19.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd9c25293375c41e1%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331427081%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D55D45D2849C45CADC728A5EAFE3E7C51C036B7D6.85252A5A6A188A00B31190BA2C8AF9681A9366E8%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd9c25293375c41e1%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DTn4GGGkDtdxkLayCRORUZ2B0aac&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-confused- ".. Why don't you eat..?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;-exasperated and does some funny la1 mian4 action- "... I can't eat with a camera in my face!"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;He &lt;strong&gt;didnt &lt;/strong&gt;know he was on video la hahahaha the silly guy :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Then &lt;strong&gt;greedy&lt;/strong&gt; me wanted to try the &lt;strong&gt;grilled bacon-wrapped enoki mushrooms&lt;/strong&gt; on skewers from this shop beside Peninsular Plaza. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121518961266849586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/RxNKXDy89zI/AAAAAAAAAGI/BF9YvOZwlOU/s320/bacon+mushroom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Looks nice hor. I still remember those I had by the roadside in Hong Kong... &lt;strong&gt;heavenly&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;What we had looked like what you see in the photo, except that the bacon consists of &lt;strong&gt;90% fat&lt;/strong&gt; and 10% meat. &lt;strong&gt;PUI! &lt;/strong&gt;Poor Eugene looked like he was going to puke after eating just one piece :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Rushed to &lt;strong&gt;Mos Burger&lt;/strong&gt; and downed 1 large iced milk tea to &lt;strong&gt;dilute&lt;/strong&gt; the fat. The yellow lighting was good so being &lt;strong&gt;vain pots&lt;/strong&gt; we took some pictures :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121518974151751506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/RxNKXzy891I/AAAAAAAAAGY/0K6RK3U1FtM/s320/DSC00522.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looks great in this one :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121531146089068546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/RxNVcTy8-AI/AAAAAAAAAHk/9pMMFiB_Nrk/s320/DSC00523.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;His eyebags are &lt;strong&gt;bigger&lt;/strong&gt; than his eyes la. So cute :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;And now I'm home writing this and having my 2nd cup of &lt;strong&gt;chamomile &lt;/strong&gt;hoping it will remove the fat.. yeah who am I kidding... :(&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;UGH! No more fat for me for the next 2 weeks else become pui pui like eugene.. &gt;&lt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3185490946049523825-8142884509416554924?l=thespeedoftime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=d9c25293375c41e1&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thespeedoftime.blogspot.com/feeds/8142884509416554924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3185490946049523825&amp;postID=8142884509416554924&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185490946049523825/posts/default/8142884509416554924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185490946049523825/posts/default/8142884509416554924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespeedoftime.blogspot.com/2007/10/yay-were-going-somewhere-in-december.html' title='Xiao Long Cu Bao'/><author><name>the speed of time</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16343889909770601368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/RxNWnjy8-DI/AAAAAAAAAH8/8Sjk2AWMc5s/s72-c/hee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3185490946049523825.post-8065524189151828809</id><published>2007-10-11T19:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T22:13:02.887+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marking exam cooking dinner'/><title type='text'>Attempting to Feed the Hungry Pitcher</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/Rw46Ljy89vI/AAAAAAAAAFo/08rLaYUCeME/s1600-h/head+explode.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120093796628756210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/Rw46Ljy89vI/AAAAAAAAAFo/08rLaYUCeME/s320/head+explode.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Tick ...&lt;/span&gt; CROSS CROSS .. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;tick..&lt;/span&gt; CROSS CROSS CROSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I'm a marking&lt;strong&gt; machine&lt;/strong&gt; these days - Chemistry and music (yes we have music exam too. Fun to &lt;strong&gt;set&lt;/strong&gt; the paper but not fun to mark) Helped Fan mark her lower sec science too. These students are hilarious - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Answers from our 14 year olds&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;1. The process describing a sperm fusing with an egg (i.e. fertilization)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Student's answer: &lt;strong&gt;sexual intercourse&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;2. Name the type of cells which you see in the diagram (sperm and a fertilized egg)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Student's answer: &lt;strong&gt;bacteria and amoeba&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;3. Chemical process taking place when heating calcium carbonate (i.e. thermal decomposition)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Student's answer: &lt;strong&gt;heat decay&lt;/strong&gt; (ok this is a rather smart answer, I must admit, but too bad, still wrong! WRONG! WWWWRRRRONG!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;............................................................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Eugene said he'll meet me after his training at 10.45 pm to have his dinner. Usually when this happens we'll end up in Dunman Food Centre or Kallang 24 hr Mc Donalds/KFC. But 2 nights ago &lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; offered to cook for him. And&lt;strong&gt; so&lt;/strong&gt; this post is about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120093800923723522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/Rw46Lzy89wI/AAAAAAAAAFw/tY9Cg9LBeFI/s320/chef+me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Iron Chef attempting to feed the Hungry Pitcher&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;(and I tell you, when I was searching online for a chef hat picture, this scary photo popped up and scared the daylights out of me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120094488118490898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/Rw46zzy89xI/AAAAAAAAAF4/pBP30Tp1kiY/s320/scary+chef.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;~Shudder~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;2210&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I had 35 minutes to whip up something decent. No problemo. Gathered all the ingredients in 5 minutes. He hates celery but that's the only veggie I have in the fridge. Too bad ha! (Harwin, it is confirmed that you can't feed ayam brand chilli tuna to cats as it swells their upper larynxes)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120092933340329666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/Rw45ZTy89sI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/vGYPStjwH9g/s320/DSC00497.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;2215&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Noodles in hot water chucked in microwave. Celery diced. Canned tuna lid pulled back. No sweat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;2220&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Noodles out of oven, drained and tossed in cold water (like pro) while celery sat in hot water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120092937635296978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/Rw45Zjy89tI/AAAAAAAAAFY/Gyxt1vS6oic/s320/DSC00498.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;2225&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Egg on teflon pan. Celery drained. Blotted fried egg with kitchen towel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;2225-2240&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;OMG Just look at this!!! Look like &lt;strong&gt;hospital&lt;/strong&gt; food la!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120092941930264290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/Rw45Zzy89uI/AAAAAAAAAFg/ijxYzptwW-0/s320/DSC00500.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(started to panic)&lt;/span&gt; I need garnishing! I need &lt;strong&gt;colour&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120085464392201906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/Rw4ymjy89rI/AAAAAAAAAFI/rCYRKOqvrK4/s320/chillie+garnish.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;If only I had some &lt;strong&gt;red &lt;/strong&gt;chillie and a &lt;strong&gt;Ginsu&lt;/strong&gt; knife. Can make a star or a sotong thingy like in the photo. Quite pro hor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;If he didn't like his dinner I might also use the knife to slice him up thinly heh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I don't believe this! We have&lt;strong&gt; two&lt;/strong&gt; freakin refrigerators and all I could find were two &lt;strong&gt;sad&lt;/strong&gt; looking tomatoes way past their prime. My brother saw my butt sticking out from the fridge and cracked up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;"Siao ah! So &lt;strong&gt;long zhong&lt;/strong&gt; for wat?! Wah.. but your egg fry until quite nice la"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;2245&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Eugene stepped into the kitchen during my &lt;strong&gt;weak&lt;/strong&gt; attempt to colour the dish. He startled me and in my haste I even spilt some of the curry powder on the counter la .. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;:( super no skill.. haiz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120079348358772322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="214" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/Rw4tCjy89mI/AAAAAAAAAEg/4wIToVYtjGU/s320/DSC00502.JPG" width="283" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;2250&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;With an icepack perched on his shoulder (top left corner), the hungry pitcher devoured his noodles, including every single cube of celery. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120079374128576114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/Rw4tEDy89nI/AAAAAAAAAEo/a9g8LaYMZ0Y/s320/DSC00505.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-burp-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120080001193801378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/Rw4tojy89qI/AAAAAAAAAFA/kp-YVS0aoSU/s400/iron+chef+and+pitcher.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;He was happy.. So was I :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/3185490946049523825-8065524189151828809?l=thespeedoftime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thespeedoftime.blogspot.com/feeds/8065524189151828809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3185490946049523825&amp;postID=8065524189151828809&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185490946049523825/posts/default/8065524189151828809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185490946049523825/posts/default/8065524189151828809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespeedoftime.blogspot.com/2007/10/pitcher-wants-his-dinner.html' title='Attempting to Feed the Hungry Pitcher'/><author><name>the speed of time</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16343889909770601368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/Rw46Ljy89vI/AAAAAAAAAFo/08rLaYUCeME/s72-c/head+explode.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3185490946049523825.post-3617302766496921623</id><published>2007-10-04T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T22:13:03.772+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='proposal carbon dioxide facebook'/><title type='text'>He pops The Question</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Ok I have have to admit it. Facebook &lt;strong&gt;can&lt;/strong&gt; be pretty addictive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I had so many presents sent to me in just 4 days. Really, the way they make you send gifts at every possible opportunity keeps the site going. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Would you be excited if a friend gave you a bunch of &lt;strong&gt;carrots&lt;/strong&gt; in real life? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117482331958736306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/RwTzETy89bI/AAAAAAAAADM/w1QLEsq_wXc/s400/carrots.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;"siao ah! go gib your mother la!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;After receiving so many things from your friends, you're obliged to send something back (knowing very well that most of them probably mass-sent the items anyway). So I proceeded to spend &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;1 hour sending ice-creams, vegetables and eggs. (Those of you who received something from me, it was a personal thoughtful gift. I &lt;strong&gt;do not&lt;/strong&gt; mass-send my items, sompa)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/RwTyKTy89XI/AAAAAAAAACs/qky0sBgKdes/s1600-h/Pan+Panda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117481335526323570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/RwTyKTy89XI/AAAAAAAAACs/qky0sBgKdes/s400/Pan+Panda.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Adopted a panda too and named him Pan Panda. Was even enthusiastic enough to buy a bed, stereo system, ferret and hamster for my room only to be told (after the long meticulous process of choosing and adding the items) that I &lt;strong&gt;DO NOT HAVE&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;ENOUGH COINS&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(again).&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;grrrrrrrrrrrr&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117481541684753794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/RwTyWTy89YI/AAAAAAAAAC0/39GnxS-cJPk/s400/grrr.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Anyway, back to the main story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/RwTyozy89aI/AAAAAAAAADE/zNvOytQCcyY/s1600-h/proposal.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117481859512333730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/RwTyozy89aI/AAAAAAAAADE/zNvOytQCcyY/s400/proposal.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HE POPPED THE QUESTION&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;"Oi.. Why you turn me down...." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;"I asked you...................................................&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; (meekly)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Will you marry me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;You did??! When?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;"When you were&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;falling asleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; on your bed&lt;/span&gt; before my (softball) training..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;-scratch head-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;"You said No and turned away........................................ and fell asleep"&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; (kua kua kua......)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;He calls that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;A MARRIAGE PROPOSAL?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Trying to catch me when I'm semi-conscious.. &lt;strong&gt;sly &lt;/strong&gt;one!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Anyway when it finally sank in I couldn't stop laughing... he's really really cute sometimes :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Lots of &lt;strong&gt;marking&lt;/strong&gt; to do now that the exam papers are in... I fell asleep for about 15 minutes holding my red pen and almost drooled on a terrible sketch of what's supposed to be a &lt;strong&gt;carbon dioxide&lt;/strong&gt; molecule:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117484427902776770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/RwT0-Ty89cI/AAAAAAAAADU/M7pBpHl9tts/s400/not+carbon+dioxide.dib" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;diao.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Ok I'm going to go figure out how to feed my panda. Ha! Ciao!&lt;/span&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;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3185490946049523825-3617302766496921623?l=thespeedoftime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thespeedoftime.blogspot.com/feeds/3617302766496921623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3185490946049523825&amp;postID=3617302766496921623&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185490946049523825/posts/default/3617302766496921623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185490946049523825/posts/default/3617302766496921623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespeedoftime.blogspot.com/2007/10/he-pops-question.html' title='He pops The Question'/><author><name>the speed of time</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16343889909770601368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/RwTzETy89bI/AAAAAAAAADM/w1QLEsq_wXc/s72-c/carrots.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3185490946049523825.post-2123419163418723125</id><published>2007-10-01T20:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T21:22:05.283+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Facebook'/><title type='text'>Top 10 Reasons Why Facebook Pisses Me Off</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(This post is &lt;strong&gt;not &lt;/strong&gt;about you, Eugene, so you can skip it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Top 10 Reasons Why Facebook Pisses Me Off&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;10. Cos everyone wants me to add them on Facebook. Why can't &lt;strong&gt;they&lt;/strong&gt; add me? (yes apparently I have &lt;strong&gt;lazy&lt;/strong&gt; friends)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;9. The site is bursting with so many applications they make me &lt;strong&gt;dizzy&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;8. The &lt;strong&gt;useless&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;News Feed&lt;/strong&gt;: "WWW is now friends with XXX... YYY wrote a sticky note to 2 people... " &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;zzzzzz....Seriously...would &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; care if I were to give Starry a great white &lt;strong&gt;shark &lt;/strong&gt;for her Facebook aquarium? huh? HUH???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;7. OK, I just found out that I don't &lt;strong&gt;have&lt;/strong&gt; enough&lt;strong&gt; coins&lt;/strong&gt; to send Starry a great white shark. HMPH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;6. &lt;strong&gt;Every&lt;/strong&gt; move I make on Facebook can be seen by all my friends. (see point number 8)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I find &lt;strong&gt;more&lt;/strong&gt; privacy&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;in my own&lt;strong&gt; blog&lt;/strong&gt;. Here. Seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;5. "Ooh lookie! Someone is sending me a&lt;strong&gt; flower&lt;/strong&gt;! -clicks on link to receive- .. wait.. where's my flower? Oh ok someone called Obiwankanobe made this application.. yes yes I'm adding it so that I can see the flower.. oh I have to send a flower to &lt;strong&gt;other &lt;/strong&gt;people first? No.. no.. skip that.. Wait.. where's my flower? Er... h..h..hello? -clicks around hopefully-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;4. Substitute flower in point number 5 with beer/high5/banana/whatever damn thing that can be sent to you and then mysteriously &lt;strong&gt;disappear&lt;/strong&gt; after wasting your time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;3. The Define Me application says "&lt;strong&gt;Nobody has defined you yet. Be the first&lt;/strong&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;okie.. let's see... -spends 10 minutes defining myself, clicks enter- "Sorry. &lt;strong&gt;You&lt;/strong&gt; cannot define &lt;strong&gt;yourself&lt;/strong&gt;. Only &lt;strong&gt;others &lt;/strong&gt;can define you." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;WT...?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;2. I have mysteriously joined Oktoberfest &lt;strong&gt;twice &lt;/strong&gt;at 7.41pm without knowing, and &lt;strong&gt;invited myself&lt;/strong&gt; to join it &lt;strong&gt;again &lt;/strong&gt;at 7.42pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;1. I wanted to spank Eugene. After sending the spank and reloading my home page, I had also requested for &lt;strong&gt;me &lt;/strong&gt;to spank&lt;strong&gt; myself&lt;/strong&gt; 3 times -_-''' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Kinky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3185490946049523825-2123419163418723125?l=thespeedoftime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thespeedoftime.blogspot.com/feeds/2123419163418723125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3185490946049523825&amp;postID=2123419163418723125&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185490946049523825/posts/default/2123419163418723125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185490946049523825/posts/default/2123419163418723125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespeedoftime.blogspot.com/2007/10/this-post-is-not-about-you-eugene-so.html' title='Top 10 Reasons Why Facebook Pisses Me Off'/><author><name>the speed of time</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16343889909770601368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3185490946049523825.post-9094943352854543290</id><published>2007-09-30T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T22:13:04.644+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shopping Peas Hot Pants Little Miss'/><title type='text'>Saturday Shopping!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Went out shopping with &lt;strong&gt;Fan Fan&lt;/strong&gt; on Saturday. She drove in her red lil Picanto (bumpy ride as usual, but no near-death incidents this time) and we headed down to&lt;strong&gt; Bugis&lt;/strong&gt; first. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The Saturday &lt;strong&gt;crowd&lt;/strong&gt; was madness!! We stopped outside OG along the&lt;/span&gt; row of eateries and I had One Tonne noodles (heehee I still find this funny after I heard the pun from Martin Yan on his show). My char siew wasn't red or chaoda enough, and Fandrie was supposed to have her shredded chicken noodles but it came in huge pieces. Instead of sending it back she said it was alright and proceeded to daintily remove the chicken skin and bones while talking about astrology and astronomy which I don't know nuts about. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We went to &lt;strong&gt;OG&lt;/strong&gt; first and halfway that woman &lt;strong&gt;sneaked out&lt;/strong&gt; giving the &lt;strong&gt;excuse&lt;/strong&gt; that she left her phone in her car.. and just when I was getting worried for her after she's gone for too long, she came back with &lt;strong&gt;2 bags&lt;/strong&gt; bought from the pasar malam!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OG got boring, so we headed down to Bugis Village (bag galore!) and I bought TWO bags!!! That's almost 70 bucks spent in less than 15 minutes!! Gah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But this &lt;strong&gt;Little Miss shirt&lt;/strong&gt; was the best purchase!!! 12 for one piece, &lt;strong&gt;20 bucks for 2&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fan and I each bought one. She's &lt;strong&gt;Little Miss Curious&lt;/strong&gt; and I'm.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116041142797661506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/Rv_UUDy89UI/AAAAAAAAACU/cvVfiyE_UVM/s320/DSC00476.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I think I'm a rather obliging person (am i not?? hmmm at least people tell me I am ..) and &lt;strong&gt;far &lt;/strong&gt;(shi wan ba qian li)&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;from stubborn but she's so&lt;strong&gt; round&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;cute&lt;/strong&gt; (actually Fan wanted her first and I wanted Miss Curious but our purchases swapped)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Then she wanted her &lt;strong&gt;skinny elastic pants&lt;/strong&gt; (which &lt;strong&gt;no one&lt;/strong&gt; in the whole wide world can wear except her and maybe some starved people in Africa but they won't look half as &lt;strong&gt;hot &lt;/strong&gt;of course) and the entire Bugis doesn't have her size, so we had to either head for&lt;strong&gt; Lilliput&lt;/strong&gt;, or this shop called &lt;strong&gt;Bega&lt;/strong&gt; in Marina Square. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So we went to Marina Square :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I think the shop actually waits for her to come in and buy cos no one else can squeeze into them. (They gave her a&lt;strong&gt; VIP&lt;/strong&gt; card lo!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;She's has killer buns sitting on top of her killer long legs!! And me? Like one &lt;strong&gt;ba zhang&lt;/strong&gt;... haiz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116039459170481394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/Rv_SyDy89PI/AAAAAAAAABs/QoJRCm8yXxs/s320/DSC00234+edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I got her some tops to try (NO WAY it's too YOU! she said). She amused me by trying them on and I could tell that she &lt;strong&gt;secretly &lt;/strong&gt;loves how she looks in them.. hehehe You can't hide your lying eyes Fandrie.... I'VE GOT GOOD TASTE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;In the end she got her &lt;strong&gt;skin tight&lt;/strong&gt; hot pants and no tops (bleah) and she was happy and we headed for &lt;strong&gt;Carrefour &lt;/strong&gt;for pineapple juice for her mom and....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THIS!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116039463465448706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/Rv_SyTy89QI/AAAAAAAAAB0/cl-k7VYgxmU/s320/DSC00477.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;This is the &lt;strong&gt;best wasabi peas&lt;/strong&gt; ever! &lt;strong&gt;Huge &lt;/strong&gt;can for under 4 bucks, crunchy and shiok enough! Eugene hates it :D He doesn't know what's good stuff!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Fan bought a can, and I bought one for myself and one for Tricia to thank her for a favor (&lt;3 u gal)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;and look..!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;J..J...J...JUST LOOK&lt;/strong&gt; at what happened to my can in just 2 days!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116039472055383314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/Rv_Syzy89RI/AAAAAAAAAB8/oyEAm6re7Qg/s320/DSC00479.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116039476350350626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/Rv_SzDy89SI/AAAAAAAAACE/Aq3DL5wv3ck/s320/DSC00480.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Totally Cleaned OUT! My sis so nice.. left some pea skins for me... thanks ah...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;And I only had &lt;strong&gt;some&lt;/strong&gt; for breakfast lunch &lt;strong&gt;and&lt;/strong&gt; dinner! This is the problem when you live with 5 other people in the house ... grrrr)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The peas are so so so so so&lt;strong&gt; good&lt;/strong&gt;. (Fandrie got so mad with us &lt;strong&gt;twice &lt;/strong&gt;for 1. hiding her peas and 2. really finishing them, so you can imagine how good they are!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mmm MMMM MMMMMMMMMMM!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dedicate this &lt;strong&gt;pledge &lt;/strong&gt;to our beloved crunchy peas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116044359728166226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/Rv_XPTy89VI/AAAAAAAAACc/L03HqyMWhqY/s320/DSC00234peas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We the Wasabi Pea Lovers of Singapore&lt;br /&gt;Pledge ourselves to be forever lovers of this crunchy savoury snack&lt;br /&gt;Regardless of breakfast, lunch or dinner&lt;br /&gt;To build salty fingers and runny noses&lt;br /&gt;Based on our withdrawal symptoms without them&lt;br /&gt;So as to achieve happiness, sore throats and catfights over who gets the last pea&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha I know that was stupid! Anyway I modified it from Mark's We the Potato Chip Lovers of Singapore pledge :D We should say this &lt;strong&gt;every&lt;/strong&gt; morning! Everyone says I look like a zombie before 8am .. Now I have something to wake me up! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok it's late, need to invigilate tomorrow.. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;kinda boring&lt;/span&gt;.. oh well.. 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People actually design their own blogskins right?? Can I rip off someone else's?? :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anyway, I had a craving for &lt;strong&gt;steamboat &lt;/strong&gt;recently (mus be due to the super cold weather couple days back) so I suggested one of those &lt;strong&gt;Ma La Huo Guo&lt;/strong&gt; shops in Geylang. He picked me up from school at around 6.30pm and we headed for the place. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Eh you know how to go or not? Take out the street directory leh.."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Flip flip flip... I searched for the map and we matched map 73 with 56 then 18 then 1747652o9 (why do they design street directories like this!??)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" I know how to go la.. let's go" (I was pissed with the maps... join here join there.. -_- anyway don't start on the typical girls can't read maps thing, cos I CAN READ MAPS K!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Then he got me started on ranting about &lt;strong&gt;work&lt;/strong&gt; (pity Eugene's ears... but that's what boyfriends are for) and soon we found that neither of us was focusing on the road and we were quite&lt;strong&gt; lost&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;From Serangoon to Geylang.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;How did we end up on PIE heading for TUAS!??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anyway we took&lt;strong&gt; 1 freakin hour&lt;/strong&gt; to find the shop (but it's a good thing... if a guy knows Geylang inside out then maybe got something wrong le)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115579197590140034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/Rv4wLTy89II/AAAAAAAAAA0/3ajem6atKKc/s320/street+directory+geylang.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Eugene was super&lt;strong&gt; happy&lt;/strong&gt; to find parking at the bus terminal, especially when parking was apparently free! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anyway, at &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;15 bucks per pax&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; with fresh seafood, dumplings and free flow of drinks, very reasonable wor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Should have taken pictures... the crab claws were about as large as a &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FOOT LONG SUBWAY SANDWICH!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Can you imagine how large the actual crab was?? Bigger than the steamboat pot la! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Anyway &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DO YOU KNOW WHAT THIS IS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115579197590140050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/Rv4wLTy89JI/AAAAAAAAAA8/yh9IdjrgM9M/s320/mystery+body+part.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I still remember seeing it for the first time when I was still a little girl, my maid bending over the kitchen sink washing it. And I thought she was washing a piece of &lt;strong&gt;dish cloth.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Compare and Contrast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115579197590140066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 328px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 165px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="201" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/Rv4wLTy89KI/AAAAAAAAABE/M1fpD58ikgs/s320/towel+and+mystery+body+part.jpg" width="366" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well Eugene had no idea what it was! I took a couple of pieces, threw them into the pot and made him eat 2 pieces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Eh Bio Engineer... You sure you have no idea what this is??" (poor dearie.... everyone expects him to know everything about every single organism on earth)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Er... don't know... It's quite chewy though... What is it?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Don't tell you... Here, have another piece" (heehee)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(He ate it, looking very &lt;strong&gt;confused&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Ok la... Tell you ...."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;IT'S PIG'S ARSE!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115581164685161650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/Rv4x9zy89LI/AAAAAAAAABM/ldphM_P4DVg/s320/pig%27s+arse.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I swear he flinched and almost spat it out!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115582341506200770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/Rv4zCTy89MI/AAAAAAAAABU/71w3ncqmfvc/s320/ohmygod.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But that would mean he's &lt;strong&gt;HJ&lt;/strong&gt; right... So he adjusted his composure and said "Oh.. ok... hmmm" and swallowed the morsal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My poor dearie still has no idea what that is (it's ok... &lt;strong&gt;Fandrie&lt;/strong&gt; the bio teacher doesn't know either)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Shhhh ... You people &lt;strong&gt;don't &lt;/strong&gt;tell him ah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3185490946049523825-4251047276817383946?l=thespeedoftime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thespeedoftime.blogspot.com/feeds/4251047276817383946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3185490946049523825&amp;postID=4251047276817383946&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185490946049523825/posts/default/4251047276817383946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185490946049523825/posts/default/4251047276817383946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespeedoftime.blogspot.com/2007/09/im-kinda-sick-of-looking-at-layout-of.html' title='Mystery body part'/><author><name>the speed of time</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16343889909770601368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/Rv4wLTy89II/AAAAAAAAAA0/3ajem6atKKc/s72-c/street+directory+geylang.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3185490946049523825.post-5847575871493336890</id><published>2007-09-22T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T22:13:06.095+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tic-tac-toe'/><title type='text'>Tic Tac Toe Queen</title><content type='html'>Eugene and I had nothing to do after dinner at &lt;strong&gt;Soup Spoon&lt;/strong&gt; (the place where the cook stuck a knife into his manager. By the way they don't give you a piece of chocolate anymore :( and Eugene as usual &lt;strong&gt;pui&lt;/strong&gt; out the corriander he found hiding in his coleslaw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We walked around in Raffles City &lt;strong&gt;aimlessly&lt;/strong&gt; and to summarise it all:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1. We saw people holding &lt;strong&gt;roses&lt;/strong&gt; and queuing up at a perfume counter. I wanted a rose too but the ones they were giving out looked quite &lt;strong&gt;sian&lt;/strong&gt; already la... the petals were all fully opened and looked almost black. Eugene said you wan ah, I'll go get for you. But I stopped him cos no point la, the ones he bought me for my birthday were much nicer :D (&lt;strong&gt;these things happen only once a year, quite sad&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2. I &lt;strong&gt;really&lt;/strong&gt; needed to pee and we headed for the toilet. Then I suddenly remembered that I needed a pair of light colored heels to replace the ones that I broke in school (heng not in class). And according to Eugene when I was thinking about it I stopped&lt;strong&gt; dead&lt;/strong&gt; in my tracks in the middle of &lt;strong&gt;nowhere&lt;/strong&gt; and seemed as if I was contemplating to hold my pee so that I could get my shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" I cant get you women la. How come can suddenly change your mind one. Think about shoes only then can forget about the toilet."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Interesting observation. He's the bio scientist so i'll leave &lt;strong&gt;him&lt;/strong&gt; to figure that out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;3. After peeing popped into &lt;strong&gt;Robinson's&lt;/strong&gt; for shoes and all damn expensive la and mostly for aunties. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;4. Decided to go to B&lt;strong&gt;ras Basah Mc&lt;/strong&gt;. Grabbed a large diet coke and I took out my &lt;strong&gt;marking&lt;/strong&gt; and he looked a bit sian so I put that aside so that all my attention was on him. Then he didnt know what to say -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So at this point I decided to play tic tac toe behind a worksheet. He groaned cos he &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hates &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;the game. You know why???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Cos this genius has NEVER won me at tic tac toe before!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ever since we started playing the MSN version online he has &lt;strong&gt;never &lt;/strong&gt;won a single game. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CAN YOU BELIEVE IT???&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ok so someone who was on the &lt;strong&gt;Dean's list&lt;/strong&gt;, writes formulae comprising damn &lt;strong&gt;cheem&lt;/strong&gt; looking symbols for calculating dunno what &lt;strong&gt;rabbit knee ligament tensile strength&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;rubbish&lt;/strong&gt; like that, &lt;strong&gt;cannot win tic tac toe&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there we were with my red pens playing the most &lt;strong&gt;boh liao game&lt;/strong&gt; in the world. I think he made it more boh liao by actually taking at least &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;20 seconds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to make each move. (ok actually it was just one move). He took so long I had a chance to take him in action before he noticed:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112705671195587650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/RvP6uDy89EI/AAAAAAAAAAU/IxfPMINZsFI/s320/DSC00470.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite &lt;strong&gt;cute &lt;/strong&gt;hor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Then he discovered that he was caught and it will probably be published:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112706581728654418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/RvP7jDy89FI/AAAAAAAAAAc/3pnS5ZfcdbU/s320/DSC00471.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then he acted &lt;strong&gt;pissed&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112707036995187810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/RvP79jy89GI/AAAAAAAAAAk/JxQtKctr2KY/s320/DSC00472.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"hmph dun want to play with you already"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112707041290155122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/RvP79zy89HI/AAAAAAAAAAs/yhQm_lAjH8s/s320/DSC00473.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(takes a peek to see if i'm buying it)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;After like 10 rounds he got so demoralised and decided to work out how much &lt;strong&gt;Power of Love&lt;/strong&gt; we each had for each other (see first post) and it turned out that &lt;strong&gt;i have 0.29 more than he has for me. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Liddat how can???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I told him to recall &lt;strong&gt;Le Chatlier's Principle&lt;/strong&gt; and I will make sure the situation shifts so don't be too happy. And he said the usual yeah rights and looked damn YayaPapaya and proud la. But quite cute oso. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;The sweetest thing he said tonight was that &lt;strong&gt;he wants me to marry him tomorrow&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;(blushes)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Only if you win me at tic tac toe first? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3185490946049523825-5847575871493336890?l=thespeedoftime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thespeedoftime.blogspot.com/feeds/5847575871493336890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3185490946049523825&amp;postID=5847575871493336890&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185490946049523825/posts/default/5847575871493336890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185490946049523825/posts/default/5847575871493336890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespeedoftime.blogspot.com/2007/09/tic-tac-toe-queen.html' title='Tic Tac Toe Queen'/><author><name>the speed of time</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16343889909770601368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cqbqjbY8uEo/RvP6uDy89EI/AAAAAAAAAAU/IxfPMINZsFI/s72-c/DSC00470.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3185490946049523825.post-6429279018387345552</id><published>2007-09-21T08:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T10:03:36.065+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Power Love Proposal formula'/><title type='text'>When would you expect a proposal from your guy?</title><content type='html'>We were having this conversation at Kallang Mc on Wednesday night after watching &lt;strong&gt;Live the Dream&lt;/strong&gt; at Media Corp (Shauna went through by the way). Was feeling like crap after an incident in school regarding a doctored MC submitted by a student and had to play detective the whole day and night. It was around 10pm and we were having dinner and Eugene&lt;strong&gt; insisted&lt;/strong&gt; he didn't want to share my chicken nuggets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I asked him, "So when are you going to &lt;strong&gt;propose&lt;/strong&gt;?" (you may think that I'm very brave to ask this, but he talks about it like aunties talk about price of fish so it's no big deal between us)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-O &lt;- this was his face before he broke into a huge smile (was he embarrassed or wat?) and asked why??? "Cos you were asking me about rings and how many &lt;strong&gt;carats&lt;/strong&gt; I'd want and stuff like that.. that was around 2 months ago? Excitement cooled off liao ah?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No la... er... I shouldn't talk too much about it ma... Then when it happens it will be when you least expect it, " he said rather sheepishly (quite cute)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Issit.... Or is it cos you changed your mind about it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"HUH? why?? &lt;strong&gt;No&lt;/strong&gt;!" (defensive mode)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's ok la... understandable. Cos no &lt;strong&gt;push factor&lt;/strong&gt; for you to propose ma. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"HUH? what? wat push factor?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There are a few reasons for a guy to propse k.. you dunno ah... "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ok what are they....?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I listed down the factors I manage to come up with as I spoke (I was trying very hard not to sound crappy, this kind of thing, the girl must be the expert)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;1. He feels he's losing the girl.&lt;br /&gt;2. He wants to move out but doesn't have enough money. (laughter from him)&lt;br /&gt;3. Pressure from girl. (no i'm not guilty of this)&lt;br /&gt;4. Pressure from parents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And none of them applies to you at this point of time... this relationship too comfy for you hor ;) "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then he exclaimed, "WHAT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;WHAT HAPPENED TO THE POWER OF LOVE!?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"(very calmly) &lt;strong&gt;Define&lt;/strong&gt; the Power of Love please hor" (cannot let him win)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for the next &lt;strong&gt;hour &lt;/strong&gt;we debated about what is the Power of Love and the scientist in him kept throwing out Newton's law and formulae and rubbish. Heng I still remember enough Physics to counter attack, if not ah, he think he can &lt;strong&gt;smoke&lt;/strong&gt; me so easily!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We came up with the following method on what is the Power of Love and how it can be calculated. Extremely &lt;strong&gt;nonsensical&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;stupid &lt;/strong&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;long&lt;/strong&gt; but it was so funny how we arrived to a conclusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So (fanfare and drumroll) Tada! Here you are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(warning: if you dunno your O level physics, you better dun read and just scroll down for the overall formula la. If you are the kind who ace quantum Physics in University &lt;strong&gt;pls&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;dun read&lt;/strong&gt; oso in case you vomit &lt;strong&gt;blood&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How can you calculate the Power of Love?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consider P = W/t where P is power, W is work done and t is time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since work done = force x distance,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore P = F x d / t where P is power of love, F is force of attraction, d is distance traveled by the couple and t is the total time they were together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The force of attraction between 2 people is measured from the extent which they need each other emotionally, physically and mentally. This can be quantified by a questionnaire which is filled in and totaled up to give a number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sample question:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. How often do you meet up per week? (for example 3 times)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. How often on these occasions do you feel more obliged than wanting to meet? (for example 2 times)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Resultant force in this case would be 3-2 = 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The distance traveled together is a metaphorical one. It can be quantified by the length of time the couple has been together. The longer the time spent together, the further the relationship develops. Therefore the distance traveled is directly proportional to time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much you are willing to spend on your partner must be taken into account. You may think at this point: Wah liddat millionaire benefit la! I so poor sell my socks oso not enough to buy expensive gifts can?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus the accumulated monetary value of gifts must be divided by the monthly income to give a more realistic figure, giving us G/I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recall: P = F x d / t&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since d α t and taking into account G and I,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d = Gt/I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hence P = F x Gt/tI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;= F x G/I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence I &lt;strong&gt;conclude&lt;/strong&gt; that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Power of Love =Force of attraction x value of Gifts / Income&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Eugene &lt;strong&gt;damn lucky&lt;/strong&gt; la... cos he has&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; very little&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;income&lt;/strong&gt; from his tuition (although he gets 2K from his research but he insists that's &lt;strong&gt;not &lt;/strong&gt;income lar) ! wah lau...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And worse still by the end of it all he took &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;all 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; of my nuggets and ate them &lt;strong&gt;WITHOUT ME NOTICING&lt;/strong&gt;!! (then some more act act like want to buy more for me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for the Power of Love -_- '''&lt;br /&gt;diao....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3185490946049523825-6429279018387345552?l=thespeedoftime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thespeedoftime.blogspot.com/feeds/6429279018387345552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3185490946049523825&amp;postID=6429279018387345552&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185490946049523825/posts/default/6429279018387345552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185490946049523825/posts/default/6429279018387345552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespeedoftime.blogspot.com/2007/09/when-would-you-expect-proposal-from.html' title='When would you expect a proposal from your guy?'/><author><name>the speed of time</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16343889909770601368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
