<?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-11616417</id><updated>2011-04-22T12:19:50.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pinkphreak</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkphreak.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11616417/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkphreak.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11616417/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>sabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524053800034660535</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>129</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11616417.post-1807721782601794033</id><published>2009-03-08T22:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T22:42:58.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bridesmaid dresses for chris</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r9dcyavzpI8/SbPZS3IucwI/AAAAAAAAABU/CXvwIpDZRwc/s1600-h/DSC01549.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; 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cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r9dcyavzpI8/SbPZSAJ7skI/AAAAAAAAAA8/mgwj-Io2jow/s400/1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310827288902480450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11616417-1807721782601794033?l=pinkphreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkphreak.blogspot.com/feeds/1807721782601794033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11616417&amp;postID=1807721782601794033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11616417/posts/default/1807721782601794033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11616417/posts/default/1807721782601794033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkphreak.blogspot.com/2009/03/bridesmaid-dresses-for-chris.html' title='bridesmaid dresses for chris'/><author><name>sabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524053800034660535</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/_r9dcyavzpI8/SbPZS3IucwI/AAAAAAAAABU/CXvwIpDZRwc/s72-c/DSC01549.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11616417.post-5082834429900824720</id><published>2008-10-21T21:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T21:27:44.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>weekend, fantastic.</title><content type='html'>I had a fantastic weekend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday flowers were sent to Esther’s work place on Friday and apparently, someone out did us with an even bigger bouquet of sunflowers. I ordered the flowers online so I did not see the real bouquet and how it really looked like. It was supposed to be a horoscope flowers so the promotion was that they would send a horoscope bear along with it. The flowers I chose were not Esther’s horoscope and the Far East call center lady told me that they would replace the bear with more flowers, but they sent the bear in the end. Would have asked Ken to call in and complain but what’s done has already been done… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat was kinda fun although the morning wasn't as fun as it should be. Ken and I were supposed to go KBox but I guess I was PMSing or something and when we were having breakfast at Starbucks, I got angry for nothing and started behaving strangely, according to Ken. Haha. So in the end we missed KBox and went shopping. I bought a pretty checkered dress from Topshop for Christmas and Ken bought 2 very unique shirts from Skin Couture. I really didn't expect the shirt to be his style, but he looked nice in them (:  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jermin had a BBQ birthday party celebration on sat at downtown east. Ken and I met up with Saadiah in orchard to get Jerm’s present and after that we made our way to Pasir Ris. Downtown east really changed a lot, there’s a big children’s play area with ice-skating and those pits filled with balls that kids find it interesting somehow. There’s a Cathay theater and a KBox on the upper floors, and a NTUC on the first floor. Ah! There was also an indoor Ferris wheel which was really small and considered a waste of money to me. Haha. Nisa came a little later after we had toured the new area. The whole chalet was packed with people and every BBQ pit from the entrance to the last chalet was used. So you can imagine how smoky it was inside and made it hard to breathe. Jerm’s chalet was the last block “L” and we kept walking and walking and walking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KC and his girlfriend came about half an hour after we reached, and Jun Jie came too. I was fun meeting up with them again. Saadiah and I were talking about studying together again cos the 3 of us, saad, nis and I, are doing part time studies. And we really missed the times when we went to woodlands library to study for our final year poly exams. It was great to see Jermin again and in that group of friends, I’m the last to turn 21. hehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was Esther’s turn. Mark hosted a surprise birthday party for her at his place. It was funny cos when I got there, there was a note that said “Do not ring the doorbell, Just come right in”, and the atmosphere inside was so quiet that it made me feel tense. Well, Veron did not explain how the surprise was going to work and I thought that Mark was out with Esther and he was going to bring her back to his place and then “SURPRISE!”. But then after a while Ken said that it didn't feel right cos everyone was whispering when they talked to each other so I asked Veron about it. Guess what, Esther was actually upstairs in Mark’s room and she had no idea that we were all just below her. I thought it was a smart idea (:  the food was great, the host was great, and the birthday girl was great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11616417-5082834429900824720?l=pinkphreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkphreak.blogspot.com/feeds/5082834429900824720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11616417&amp;postID=5082834429900824720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11616417/posts/default/5082834429900824720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11616417/posts/default/5082834429900824720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkphreak.blogspot.com/2008/10/weekend-fantastic.html' title='weekend, fantastic.'/><author><name>sabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524053800034660535</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-11616417.post-3854018884165897581</id><published>2008-10-08T12:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T12:56:05.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'>08.10.08</title><content type='html'>Life is so fragile. God gave us life and he can take it away anytime he wants. Not in the evil sense of course.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my colleagues’ wife just passed away 2 days ago, she was only in her early 30s. A bunch of us from work went to attend the wake yesterday afternoon, it was held in JB cos this colleague of mine is a Malaysian. It was a Christian wake so the ambience was serene, although my colleague did cry at one point when he was talking about how his wife would be happy that the people at work were concerned about him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She left behind a son for him, and his son is only 13 months old. Since Monday afternoon, when he heard the news of the death of his wife, he was calm and composed and could still delegate his work properly because of his absence in the next few days to get things done at home. I really admire his ability to meet people and put a smile on his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wondered to myself that if the same thing were to happen to me, I would probably lock myself up in the room and won’t stop crying, at the same time probably ask God to let me leave this world too. Being too attached to something or someone on earth is not a good thing cos almost everything in this world is perishable. I do cling on to Ken too much that if I have a problem and he’s not there to help me I would just panic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people can just live their lives for the “now”, because they never thought of death and what they would have accomplished in their lifetime. For us Christians, we can measure ourselves by God’s standards and how we have used our life meaningfully according to his plans. At least for me that’s how I feel. Some people can say that Christians are too extreme and everything in their lives is God, God and God. I don't think it is done purposely to make people perceive us as “holy”, but because we do really find fulfillment in doing something for a mighty being who loves us like a father, takes cares of us subtly, even though we cannot touch him or see him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not a Christian just because my parents are. Although at some points in my life I may have leaned too much towards to the world and away from God, I truly believe because God has shown himself to me in his ways, he gave me strength and filled my heart with warmth at times when I needed him. He was always there protecting me from harm every step of my life. He gave the people around me the prompting and the wisdom to share with me their experiences that is so similar to what I was going through at that point in my life even though I did not tell anyone, and it pulls me back to God many times, and I was always so glad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Jesus answered, "I am the way and the truth and the life.”” – this verse was printed on a banner and hung up at the wake. How many Christians out there really believe in this that they would have the passion to reach out to as many unsaved people out there? This is a challenge to all, even for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11616417-3854018884165897581?l=pinkphreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkphreak.blogspot.com/feeds/3854018884165897581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11616417&amp;postID=3854018884165897581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11616417/posts/default/3854018884165897581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11616417/posts/default/3854018884165897581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkphreak.blogspot.com/2008/10/081008.html' title='08.10.08'/><author><name>sabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524053800034660535</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-11616417.post-6458229808975468598</id><published>2008-09-23T14:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T15:36:24.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hehe</title><content type='html'>Hi peeps! It’s been so long…!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back for updates! Yes, I’m still stuck in this smelly leather sofa manufacturing company in ulu tuas while ken has happily found his way out into a better job in happening CBD. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every lunch time I would call him and he would tell me what he had for lunch. He gets to eat different things everyday while I only have a choice between the boring canteen food, which sucks more and more each day, or the other option of starving until I get home for dinner. I chose the starving option cos I needed to loose some excess weight which I have gained ever since I got together with ken. Proud to say that I have loss 5 kg already  (:  the gym didn't have a part to play in my weight-loss program, and I kinda gave up on going to the gym with ken, so it’s a treat for him whenever he manages to pull me off my butt to accompany him to lift some weights. I’m trying to get him to pump up more so he can carry me out of the church on our wedding day. Haha…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve started ACCA night classes and I have classes on 2 weekday nights, which is still alright for me cos my bosses are kind enough to let me leave work at 430pm so I can make it for my 645pm class… yep, it takes that long to get out of tuas to get to town. I haven’t had the time to study yet and exams are in DECEMBER!! I’m planning to take a no pay leave week off in November to study. Brings me back to the days when nis, jermin, saad, nadd, KC and I would go to Woodlands Library and mug from morning to night everyday during our study week. I went to the Jurong East library last Saturday with ken and the whole place was packed by 2pm and I couldn't find a place to study, there was a soul at every corner of the library and it amazes me how hardworking the current students are. I decided not to fight with them over a study spot and I went back to ken’s place to slack and watch the VCDs we rented…instead of a day I purposely set aside to study. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work’s been kinda busy for me cos my immediate boss passed down stuffs to me to do. They got a guy in to take over one of the two subsidiaries that I was doing the accounts for previously, so my work load split into 2 and addition work added. I’m doing full sets of accounts for one subsidiary and in comparison to my work title now, Assistant Accounts Associate, I think my job scope is way over qualified for my title, so I’m fighting for my rights, with pay increase of cos. Hehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you’re wondering why I started blogging again after so long, it’s cos blogger’s website was restricted so I couldn't come online to blog and I haven’t been using my home’s internet in a long time, hence the disappearance on msn too. Heh. But, the lifted the restriction on Blogger but I’m not sure if they’ll block it again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got to get back to work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye… :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11616417-6458229808975468598?l=pinkphreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkphreak.blogspot.com/feeds/6458229808975468598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11616417&amp;postID=6458229808975468598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11616417/posts/default/6458229808975468598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11616417/posts/default/6458229808975468598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkphreak.blogspot.com/2008/09/hehe.html' title='hehe'/><author><name>sabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524053800034660535</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-11616417.post-7673163057283734288</id><published>2008-02-18T14:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T08:47:03.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bring me along to spain!</title><content type='html'>Just found out that ken has to go to Spain either late feb or early march. Life suddenly seems so "blah" when I heard about it. But looking on the brighter side, I got time for esther now :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11616417-7673163057283734288?l=pinkphreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkphreak.blogspot.com/feeds/7673163057283734288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11616417&amp;postID=7673163057283734288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11616417/posts/default/7673163057283734288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11616417/posts/default/7673163057283734288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkphreak.blogspot.com/2008/02/bring-me-along-to-spain.html' title='bring me along to spain!'/><author><name>sabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524053800034660535</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-11616417.post-1508130390455516627</id><published>2008-02-18T11:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T11:18:37.861+08:00</updated><title type='text'>illegal blogging</title><content type='html'>Running away has always been my way of solving issues that I cannot handle. This time is different, and I have to learn to grow up and face consequences of my own decisions and choices that I have made. I can only put up a front and be strong whether I have to go through it alone or not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valentine’s Day was lovely. I got a bouquet of pretty purple tulips from my darling, he claimed that he put in a lot of effort to get those flowers for me but he wouldn't tell me the process. I did attempt to cook the whole Vday meal on my own but he wanted to have his dinner ASAP, so he made me stand in front of the pan to watch the steak while he prepared everything else, I wasn't very happy about it cos he always complained that I never do anything for him and when I can finally get my chance to do something for him, he has to take it away from me. The dinner didn't turn out a disaster, but the steak was a little too salty cos I put too much soya sauce for seasoning. We had to throw away some of the left over food cos we over estimated our appetite. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally got to meet up with Esther on Friday with ken, we went to watch Mark play at ballymoons and we left for home around 1am. Surprisingly I didn't feel tired and only fell asleep at 500. Went to the gym at Bukit Gombak on sat morning with ken, had a hard time getting up at 1000 cos ken wanted to have macs breakfast, felt like my soul was literally pulled out from my body when I got out of bed. Decided to try somewhere nearer cos the past few times we went to the gym at CCK Stadium. The gym at Bukit Gombak stadium looked exactly the same as the one at CCK and we can walk back to ken’s from the gym. It’s going to be a weekly thing from now on  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrated Veron’s 21st yesterday at Carinhill CC. There were tons of ppl at her party. Only a few MG girls were there. Wanyi, Meiling, Weiting, Christy, Nat, Chris, Esther and I. The food was good. The few of us went to have coffee at this outdoor restaurant outside Wisma after leaving the party. Left at 2345 for home and only slept at 130. Was really tired this morning and I slept on the company bus…still feeling tired though. Ken had to look at my sian face while having his breakfast. Think I spoilt his mood for the whole day. Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m doing this illegally again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles… :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11616417-1508130390455516627?l=pinkphreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkphreak.blogspot.com/feeds/1508130390455516627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11616417&amp;postID=1508130390455516627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11616417/posts/default/1508130390455516627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11616417/posts/default/1508130390455516627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkphreak.blogspot.com/2008/02/illegal-blogging.html' title='illegal blogging'/><author><name>sabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524053800034660535</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-11616417.post-2014028098221381037</id><published>2008-02-13T16:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T16:12:45.328+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vday Anticipation</title><content type='html'>It’s becoming a habit to blog at work when I get bored and distracted and no longer have the mood to work although I have a pile of papers sitting on my desk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is Valentine’s Day. My brother’s going to do something special, he’s going to ask a girl to be his. Lol. He was so adorable when he asked me over for help cos he didn't know how to ask her. Lucky him got the support from ken and I, and cos both of us are so excited for him, ken decided to sponsor him 50 bucks so he can give the girl a good Valentine’s day date to ensure success. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, as for my Valentine’s day. We kinda already celebrated it in advance at a really romantic place (it’ll be kept a secret), but I wanted to do something for him, so tonight I’ll be going grocery shopping and will be making him steak tmw. I wonder if I have enough time to cook after work before he faints out of hunger. Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m planning a trip to Cambodia with Ken in May. Kinda excited about it cos I can finally show him around and he can get a rough idea of what my parents are doing over there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall blog tmw if there’s something to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toodles :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11616417-2014028098221381037?l=pinkphreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkphreak.blogspot.com/feeds/2014028098221381037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11616417&amp;postID=2014028098221381037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11616417/posts/default/2014028098221381037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11616417/posts/default/2014028098221381037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkphreak.blogspot.com/2008/02/vday-anticipation.html' title='Vday Anticipation'/><author><name>sabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524053800034660535</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-11616417.post-6517129362323838687</id><published>2008-02-12T17:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T17:48:41.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CNY 2008</title><content type='html'>Happy Chinese New year Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally got the time to get down to do some major updating as requested by many who pop by my blog to find it stagnant since November 2007. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, life has been pretty much comfortable with me, myself and ken. We kinda see each other EVERYDAY! Not that it’s not good, but now it feels weird if I dun see him for one day and I’ll miss him like crazy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CNY was really different from the past 20 years. My sis and bro went to my uncle’s house for reunion dinner while I went to ken’s. Everyone at the dinner at my uncle’s said jokingly that I am already married into his family. On the first day of CNY, I went to ken’s mom’s parent’s house in the morning before going to my mom’s eldest brother’s house, and then to ken’s dad’s parent’s house and followed by my dad’s sisters’ houses, and finally to ken’s godparent’s house. We left for home at 8pm and being out the whole day since 730am made us really tired. I guess this is what it is going to be like when we really get married. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to bintan over the 2nd day of CNY to the 4th day. Got burnt real badly. I have put up some pics in my facebook so you can view it if you’re free, nothing much though. The food there is really expensive cos the only place you can eat is in the hotel. We kinda had no choice but to stay at Angsana cos Bintan Lagoon was fully booked till the 10th of feb, and bintan lagoon is so much cheaper than any other resorts in Bintan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There wasn't much activities at Angsana so we had to book a taxi which costs us 20USD for a 2 way trip to Bintan Lagoon to do all the fun stuffs. We did archer-ing which was SGD14 bucks for 20 arrows per person and Dune Buggy which was SGD50  for 1 hour per person. 20 arrows seems to be very little at first, but my arms were way too tired to shoot after the 15th arrow and my arm was super wobbly. I had to give my last 5 arrows away cos I couldn't continue. I didn't get a bullseye, but I had one really close to the inner cicle and I’m proud of it. The Dune buggy seemed like a mistake at first cos I keep ramming into trees and into ditches. The buggy guide had to get off a few times to pull or push me out of whatever I was stuck in. the poor guy asked for a rest half way the journey. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tanning was a mistake. But the worst part was that we actually fell asleep under the sun for almost 1 hour and didn't even feel the heat. Half my body is burnt and in pain. I cant even take off my top without wincing. I also have 3 different tan lines. One was the super dark tan I got on half of my body from falling asleep, the other was from wearing a sleeveless top to do the dune buggy and the other is my bikini tan line. Ken says I look better with fair skin and I totally agree with him. Cant wait for this ugly tan to fade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More updating in the future. Toodles for now…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11616417-6517129362323838687?l=pinkphreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkphreak.blogspot.com/feeds/6517129362323838687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11616417&amp;postID=6517129362323838687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11616417/posts/default/6517129362323838687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11616417/posts/default/6517129362323838687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkphreak.blogspot.com/2008/02/cny-2008.html' title='CNY 2008'/><author><name>sabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524053800034660535</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-11616417.post-3879814615801957131</id><published>2007-11-25T17:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T17:56:49.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'>personality test</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;table style="color: black; background: #eeeeee" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="2" bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Advanced Global Personality Test Results&lt;br&gt; &lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="4" bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt; &lt;table style="color: black; background: #dddddd" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="2" bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/extraversion.html" target="_blank"&gt;Extraversion&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;23%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/stability.html" target="_blank"&gt;Stability&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;56%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/orderliness.html" target="_blank"&gt;Orderliness&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;50%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/accommodation.html" target="_blank"&gt;Accommodation&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;70%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/interdependence.html" target="_blank"&gt;Interdependence&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;56%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/intellectual.html" target="_blank"&gt;Intellectual&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;23%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/mystical.html" target="_blank"&gt;Mystical&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;10%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/artistic.html" target="_blank"&gt;Artistic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;36%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/religious.html" target="_blank"&gt;Religious&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;90%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/hedonism.html" target="_blank"&gt;Hedonism&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;10%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/materialism.html" target="_blank"&gt;Materialism&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;63%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/narcissism.html" target="_blank"&gt;Narcissism&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;30%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/adventurousness.html" target="_blank"&gt;Adventurousness&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;43%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/workethic.html" target="_blank"&gt;Work ethic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;63%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/selfabsorbed.html" target="_blank"&gt;Self absorbed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;23%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/conflictseeking.html" target="_blank"&gt;Conflict seeking&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;36%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/needtodominate.html" target="_blank"&gt;Need to dominate&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;43%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/table&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt; &lt;table style="color: black; background: #dddddd" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="2" bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/romantic.html" target="_blank"&gt;Romantic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;63%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/avoidant.html" target="_blank"&gt;Avoidant&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;50%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/antiauthority.html" target="_blank"&gt;Anti-authority&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;43%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/wealth.html" target="_blank"&gt;Wealth&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;23%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/dependency.html" target="_blank"&gt;Dependency&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;83%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/changeaverse.html" target="_blank"&gt;Change averse&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;50%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/cautiousness.html" target="_blank"&gt;Cautiousness&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;43%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/individuality.html" target="_blank"&gt;Individuality&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;70%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/sexuality.html" target="_blank"&gt;Sexuality&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;36%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/peterpancomplex.html" target="_blank"&gt;Peter pan complex&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;30%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/physicalsecurity.html" target="_blank"&gt;Physical security&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;90%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/physicalfitness.html" target="_blank"&gt;Physical Fitness&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;37%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/histrionic.html" target="_blank"&gt;Histrionic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;50%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/paranoia.html" target="_blank"&gt;Paranoia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;43%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/vanity.html" target="_blank"&gt;Vanity&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;70%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/hypersensitivity.html" target="_blank"&gt;Hypersensitivity&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;63%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/indie.html" target="_blank"&gt;Indie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;26%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/table&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/table&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/table&gt; &lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/global-adv.html"&gt;Take Free Advanced Global Personality Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com"&gt;personality tests by similarminds.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stability results were moderately high which suggests you are relaxed, calm, secure, and optimistic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orderliness results were medium which suggests you are moderately organized, hard working, and reliable while still remaining flexible, efficient, and fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extraversion results were low which suggests you are very reclusive, quiet, unassertive, and secretive. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trait snapshot:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;does not make friends easily, secretive, introverted, reclusive, observer, dislikes leadership, somewhat socially awkward, does not like to stand out, dislikes large parties, values solitude, solitary, avoidant, ambivalent about fitting in, not dominant, unassertive, suspicious, prudent, unadventurous, worrying, weird, intellectual, frequently second guesses self&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11616417-3879814615801957131?l=pinkphreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkphreak.blogspot.com/feeds/3879814615801957131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11616417&amp;postID=3879814615801957131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11616417/posts/default/3879814615801957131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11616417/posts/default/3879814615801957131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkphreak.blogspot.com/2007/11/personality-test.html' title='personality test'/><author><name>sabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524053800034660535</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-11616417.post-8192096105471728843</id><published>2007-11-07T08:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T08:45:46.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>updates</title><content type='html'>hello everyone! it's been a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;firstly, i wanna appologise to jermin chia for missing the big day (i'm too paiseh to sms you now), but... happy BIG 20 my dear boy, hope you had a wonderful birthday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lots have happened to me the past 2 month, and i havent really had much time to go online to chat with people. mostly busy with work, more work, and work. it's a transition period in the company now for most of us cos we have this new senior finance manager that changed so many stuffs and pushed most of the datelines forward. kinda hard to keep up, but it's possible. they got a temp staff in yesterday and i was given the authority to dump some of my saikang on him while my boss dumped more on me, it's a chain reaction. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for most of you who doesnt know or even the some who already heard, this is a confirmation for yall that kenneth yeo and i are not together anymore. and yes, i am with someone else. i really didnt think that this would ever happen to me, but i guess it did, and it happened so quickly i didnt even have time to think about the right and wrong of it. confusing story and the funny part bout it is that my new guy is called Ken too, and purely just "ken"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my parents are also back, they have been back for slightly more than a month, due to a breast cancer scare that my mom had while she was in cambodia and they came back for further testing. The first test kinda showed that it was 90% cancerous, but praise be to God that the second test showed that it's not. my mom went through minor operation to take it out anyways. my mom's been complaining bout how i havent been home much cos i OT too much, and my brother put the thought into her mind that i went out to pa tou instead of being at work. she's really worried about my relationship stuffs and i really thank God for her being here at this point of time to really guide me through and make me think over and over again if what i'm doing is the right thing. I guess that although i am only 20, i dun think like a 20. i like to know that i'm more matured than what i should be, but there are still so many things i need to learn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DANVIN's finally back! played squash at YCK last sunday. he made me run like crazy. i kinda lost my stamina cos i havent been playing in a while. my stroke's kinda rusty too, better start training again. someone's been complaining that i grew fatter and it's hard to not put on some weight when they only relaxation i have is to snack while working. i have this tendency to get really sleepy after lunch and the only way to keep myself awake is to eat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time to go, looking forward to my next squash game and really wanna go back to SP to re-live my fun times with my dearies, too many to mention, but the main few... nisa jermin and saadiah!!! i really miss SP life... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toodles :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11616417-8192096105471728843?l=pinkphreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkphreak.blogspot.com/feeds/8192096105471728843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11616417&amp;postID=8192096105471728843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11616417/posts/default/8192096105471728843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11616417/posts/default/8192096105471728843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkphreak.blogspot.com/2007/11/updates.html' title='updates'/><author><name>sabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524053800034660535</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-11616417.post-834929204342992638</id><published>2007-10-21T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T23:18:31.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fishing trip</title><content type='html'>HI ALL!! DANVIN'S COMING BACK FROM AUZZIE SOON AND HE'S ORGANISING A FISHING TRIP. SO FAR HE'S GOT SOME PPL AND HE NEEDS 5 MORE. IT'S AN OVERNIGHT FISHING TRIP FROM 7PM TO 4PM THE NEXT DAY. TENTATIVE DATES ARE 17TH - 18TH NOV AND 1ST - 2ND DEC. ANYONE INTERESTED PLS LET ME KNOW, ANYONE!! DOESNT MATTER IF YOU DUN KNOW WHO DANVIN IS, AS LONG AS YOU KNOW ME IT'S FINE. IT'LL BE FUN!! TRUST ME :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11616417-834929204342992638?l=pinkphreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkphreak.blogspot.com/feeds/834929204342992638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11616417&amp;postID=834929204342992638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11616417/posts/default/834929204342992638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11616417/posts/default/834929204342992638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkphreak.blogspot.com/2007/10/fishing-trip.html' title='fishing trip'/><author><name>sabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524053800034660535</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-11616417.post-2744598145520934713</id><published>2007-09-07T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T23:09:27.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'>busy week</title><content type='html'>accounts closing time! i think it has been a few days overdue and i havent finished my closing. yvonne took leave today and i was feeling very moody, yesterday and today so i didnt have the mood to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recently at work i have been lunching with the sales department people. they changed the company's caterer due to hygiene purposes and we have been ordering from outside after we tasted the unedible food on monday for the very first time. although there were cases of roaches in the food on 2 occasion from the previous caterer, the food tasted 100 times better then what we have now. so on tuesday KK (the sales exec.) went around asking some people if they wanted to order from Botak Jones, the food came at 1pm instead of the arranged time at 1230 cos the rider accidently dropped a box and the food spilled out. i had a cajun chicken and it was pretty good, except for the soggy fries and the very few chilli packets they gave us so i had to use ketchup instead. on wednesday we ordered from a caterer somewhere nearby. we all had wanton mee and it didnt taste as good as i expected it to be. KK said that my expectations too high and i only have the right to complain if i can cook better than that. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everytime i lunch with the sales dept people, the only people i talk to are KK and jason. the others all have common topics to talk about and they speak mostly chinese, plus the fact that i'm the only one from finance among them, so i dont really fit in, but if there's a chance to not eat canteen food i'm in. haha. thursday i was a little moody so i asked duncan to come out for a drink instead of eating lunch. we went to the usual sofa spot to chit chat when some customers came into the show room, so we had to leave cos one of the big bosses were showing them around and it wasnt polite if we sat there. so we went out to the sofas that was a waiting area for customers and sat there. KK called me cos he bought me a can of milo cos he knew i wasnt having lunch and when he saw us sitting at the "customer" sofa he brought us to another place to sit, cos appartenly, we wernt allowed to sit there. haha. so 3 of us sat outside to chit chat, and then jason came along so i asked him to join us. the only thing i look forward every day at work is lunch time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think people in the company must be wondering why i only hang out with the guys, but i feel that there are too much politics in the company and the ladies are all too bitchy for me to handle. i found out from KK that there were a few people who wernt happy with something i did, and it was such a minor thing but they made a big fuss out of it. i've come to learn how i shouldnt bother about what other people say about me although i am quite a selfconscious person. it is a good thing that i have KK as a friend cos he really taught me alot on how to survive in this company. he said that every company has their politics, but in our company, there's more politics than usual cos most of the staff have worked there for a very long time and the only entertainment they get is to gossip, make enemies and allies. if a person just slips and fall, he or she can become the topic for the day, or even drag on for 2 days... these people are just so sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my apetite hasnt been so good yesterday and today. i didnt eat lunch and dinner yesterday. no lunch but i had a can of soya bean drink, no dinner cos i didnt feel like eating although i could have gone out to buy my dinner, i ended up sleeping earlier too. didnt have much breakfast today but only a bit of the eggs from the macs big breakfast that KK bought me, and he threw away the rest even when i said i would eat it later on. had only about 5 nacho chips for lunch and a few strands of noodles from the beef noodles i had for dinner. i think i wated alot of food today. i feel guilty, but some people cannot stand to see me not eat so they must buy something and make themselves feel better when i put something into my mouth, even though they can expect that i would throw away more than 90% of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not eating well has made me tired and weaker... time for my beauty sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11616417-2744598145520934713?l=pinkphreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkphreak.blogspot.com/feeds/2744598145520934713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11616417&amp;postID=2744598145520934713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11616417/posts/default/2744598145520934713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11616417/posts/default/2744598145520934713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkphreak.blogspot.com/2007/09/busy-week.html' title='busy week'/><author><name>sabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524053800034660535</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-11616417.post-7065489831030599131</id><published>2007-08-27T16:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T16:59:02.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new skin!</title><content type='html'>YAYY! i finally changed my blogger skin. it's not really what i'm looking for, i still like the old skin, but this is the best out of all that was available on blogskin.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm on a 2 day MC cos i scratched my cornea while removing my contacts last night. have to OT when i go back to work on wed or i wont be able to complete my work and meet the deadline. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to squash with huiwen xueli weixian wenxu and jian hui last wed. it has been a long time since i last squashed and i was getting addicted to it. haha. the dinner was great. we went to a place somewhere in jurong west and had zhicha. yumms. each person only had to pay 7 bucks for the good food. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll be away on the 19th to 23rd of sept cos my bro and i are going to cambodia to visit our parents. my boss was a little reluctant to let my take off but i guess she made it clear that i would have to finish all the stuffs for the month end closing even i have to OT for the whole month. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll have to go figure out what i will do tmw on my MC leave.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11616417-7065489831030599131?l=pinkphreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkphreak.blogspot.com/feeds/7065489831030599131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11616417&amp;postID=7065489831030599131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11616417/posts/default/7065489831030599131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11616417/posts/default/7065489831030599131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkphreak.blogspot.com/2007/08/new-skin.html' title='new skin!'/><author><name>sabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524053800034660535</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-11616417.post-3578316496663243081</id><published>2007-07-08T13:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T13:49:42.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stuck with ugly blogskin</title><content type='html'>hi people. i accidentally killed my blog. or rather...i destroyed my blogskin. ALICIA!!! where are you?? i need your help babe! lol. i have completely no idea how to fix the skin cos alish help me design it a few years back. i'm going to stop blogging till i find a way to get my lovely blogskin back...this black background sucks...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11616417-3578316496663243081?l=pinkphreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkphreak.blogspot.com/feeds/3578316496663243081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11616417&amp;postID=3578316496663243081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11616417/posts/default/3578316496663243081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11616417/posts/default/3578316496663243081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkphreak.blogspot.com/2007/07/stuck-with-ugly-blogskin.html' title='stuck with ugly blogskin'/><author><name>sabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524053800034660535</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-11616417.post-3065745466338728867</id><published>2007-07-05T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T23:11:06.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'>die hard 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Die Hard 4 was great! went to meet marcus at jurong point after work and we caught the 7pm show. it lasted about 2 and a half hours, pretty long, but makes our money worth. haha. i'm begining to enjoy my work again. although i may have so many things to do, i really find fulfillment in working and doing what i do. but the max i'll stay in that company would be 2 years, it would get boring after a while. i'm surprised i actually made used of what i learnt in ITFD at work. haha. all the different shipping terms, BOL, TT....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;tmw's class gathering. going to see all my classmates again, bet they still look the same. haha. shirley and melody would be going over to auz to study cos they enrolled into UNSW singapore which closed down, so now they're being shipped over. the gathering tmw is mainly a farewell for them and also an "enlistment" party for all the guys who would be going into army sometime this year. ailian said that we should only meet up when they've shaved all their hair, but i think they wouldnt wanna come out to be laughed at by us. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;work this saturday!! i really dun feel like going, but i have to. so tiring. i havent been doing much house work and the house looked so messy when i came home at 2200, so i went to sweep the floor and folded the clothes that sam dumpped onto the chair at the dining table. i dun understand why she cant fold the clothes when she take them off the bamboo sticks, but i'm just glad she washed the clothes that were piling up...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;i have a few really lucky colleagues who have such a sweet boyfriend and husband and fiancé. the girl with the boyfriend has a table with about 5 dried bouquet of flowers that her boyfriend gave her even when there's no special occasion. the one with the husband sent her a really beautiful bouquet of yellow and white roses to the office cos it is her birthday today. the one with the fiancé came to self deliver expensive muachi from Japan to the office cos he just came back from USA and he had a stop over at Japan... sighs...i guess that how lucky women with boyfriends or husbands who earns money are... i also want. haha. i'm also so jealous of my 2 colleagues who are pregnant. i want a baby too... the one who has a girl wanted a boy and the one who has a boy wanted a girl. haha. they were joking about switching babies cos they were both 5 months pregnant....and they are so young! below 30 married and pregnant! when will it be my turn? lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;i'm going to sleep and dream of my future hunny. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;oo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;oo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;ss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11616417-3065745466338728867?l=pinkphreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkphreak.blogspot.com/feeds/3065745466338728867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11616417&amp;postID=3065745466338728867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11616417/posts/default/3065745466338728867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11616417/posts/default/3065745466338728867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkphreak.blogspot.com/2007/07/die-hard-4.html' title='die hard 4'/><author><name>sabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524053800034660535</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-11616417.post-6880095840955844823</id><published>2007-07-02T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T22:38:39.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TRANSFORMERS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;went to watch transformers with ken and his bro last night. i thought that it was a really good movie, so far the best i've watch this year, and i dun mind watching it again! haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;had to OT today because yvonne had something on last minute and she had to go off, so i had to help her finish up some stuff. time passed really quickly today cos i was so busy. finally sitting at my OWN desk! felt so good. haha. i miss my darling table...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;today i got alot of farewell emails from the people who were leaving the company and welcome emails for the people who just joined the company today. there was a welcome email for me cos from today onwards i'm considered a perm staff there. haha. i really dunno how long i'll be working there, but i think if the working hours remains as it is then i'll definately stop working after one year...too tiring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;nobody's home yet, i wonder where my brother went. anyways, i finally came home after 2 nights of being out and i was kinda worried that kenny didnt have enought food or water, but he looked alright, must remember to buy cucumber tmw if not kenny will be dehydrated. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;back to work tmw! think i better go sleep early... only had 5 hours of sleep last night, and the people at work are starting to call me "sleeping beauty" cos i sleep alot at work. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;oo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;oo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;ss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11616417-6880095840955844823?l=pinkphreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkphreak.blogspot.com/feeds/6880095840955844823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11616417&amp;postID=6880095840955844823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11616417/posts/default/6880095840955844823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11616417/posts/default/6880095840955844823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkphreak.blogspot.com/2007/07/transformers.html' title='TRANSFORMERS!'/><author><name>sabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524053800034660535</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-11616417.post-3290037798926130047</id><published>2007-06-30T14:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T15:11:11.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bored</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;woke up at 7am and felt so tried, so i didnt wanna go for the community service thing. think i'm really falling sick, i coughed non stop the whole morning when i woke up, it's better now though. my aunty brought a new cleaner to my place to clean up the house. it has been about a month since anyone mopped the floor, i've only been vaccuming it once a week so far. the house feels and definately looks much cleaner now. i wanted her to help me clean up the stove area cos it's very greasy, but she took so long to clean the dusty surfaces in the living room so i decided to do it myself while she used the remaining hour to vaccum and mop the floor. my fingers crampped cos i had to use so much strength to scrape up all the oil from long long ago. my bro and sister loved to fry eggs and they dun bother cleaning up the stove after cooking, so all the oil is like stuck to every surface near the stove, even the rice cooker...took me about an hour plus to finish cleaning everything till it is almost sparkly! yay to me... it'll be another 2 weeks before the cleaner comes again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ate some pears and finally had the time to trim my nails. when i was scrubbing the stove i thought my nails were going to fall off cos they were so long and i had to use them to push the sponge...my fingers still hurts a little now. there's nothing nice on tv and i'm so bored! BORED!!! ken has some NDP thingy so i cant ask him out, and i have until 9pm tonight till i go meet the squashers. wonder what i'm going to do from now till then, probably hang the clothes that i've dumped in the washing machine and then stare at the computer again....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;am going to work tmw. i know! it's SUNDAY!!! but i'm forced to, i dun have a choice. we have this project going on now and we have to quickly upload files into the SAP system. it'll be going on for about 2 months. so for 2 months, i have to sacrfice one weekend every week to go back to work to upload files... this time i happened to be on a sunday cos some of us wont be free on saturday, which is today. we'll be working the normal hours, from 830 to 6. taxi fare claimable. but still!!! christine booked the company car for tmw's lunch outing. not sure if we'll be going out or sending someone to buy back for all of us. and then i'll be rushing down to angmokio to meet ken and his bro to catch the 7pm TRANSFORMERS show! sam said that one of her friends told her that the show wasnt good. maybe he expected much more from a childhood cartoon made into a new age movie. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;clothes done washing, shall go hang them up now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;oo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;oo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;ss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11616417-3290037798926130047?l=pinkphreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkphreak.blogspot.com/feeds/3290037798926130047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11616417&amp;postID=3290037798926130047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11616417/posts/default/3290037798926130047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11616417/posts/default/3290037798926130047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkphreak.blogspot.com/2007/06/bored.html' title='bored'/><author><name>sabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524053800034660535</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-11616417.post-4743448118657969146</id><published>2007-06-29T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T22:08:43.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'>workaholic</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;went for squash after work. reached at 7 and left at 730. haha. i only played a game with nic before he had to rush off, and it was the lousiest game ever. i couldnt even hit the ball properly! so i went home since i was also too tired to play with anyone else. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;took me one and a half hours to get home cos i had to buy dinner and i had to take a bus back home cos it was raining. i signed up for some community service that is organised by my company. we'll be cleaning up the kallang river area. actually it was simyun who asked me, so i just said yes. for the fun of it. it's from 845 to 1230...i know i'm going to be so tired after that. and then it'll be supper with the squasher in town at swensens, farewell for nic. he's flying to melby on sunday night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;i've been sleeping really early the past few nights but i still get so tired at work and doze off if i do some mundane job on the computer. even my boss boss knows i get tired...haha. i used boss boss cos she's in a higher position than yvonne and yvonne is my boss. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;ghost whisperer on tv now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;oo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;oo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;ss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11616417-4743448118657969146?l=pinkphreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkphreak.blogspot.com/feeds/4743448118657969146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11616417&amp;postID=4743448118657969146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11616417/posts/default/4743448118657969146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11616417/posts/default/4743448118657969146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkphreak.blogspot.com/2007/06/workaholic.html' title='workaholic'/><author><name>sabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524053800034660535</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-11616417.post-1627726719233585393</id><published>2007-06-27T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T22:23:00.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'>work!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;i've been introduced to the finance department as a new staff. lol. i like working there but i know some of the people there arnt really nice and a little bitchy and very clique-y. it's all for the working experience and i'm leaving the company in a year's time anyways. we had a monthly finance department meeting today and jane told us that we'll be having a team building outing, bbq at our CFO's house, Christmas lunch and Chines New Year lunch for building team spirit and create bonding. haha. more free lunches! we had another farewell lunch for one of the finance staff at Hill Top...some restaurant at the top of BirdPark. the food there wasnt that fantastic, but it's free...lol. i'm so cheapo....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;one of my collegue has some pregnancy problems so she has been on MC ever since last week and she'll be on MC for the rest of this week. think she needs to rest more, these kinda problems cannot be taken lightly. i'm taking over her duties for the time being but the problem is that yvonne and i dunno how to do most of her job, so we got to disturb angeline and jacq. the new staff who came about a month ago is quitting and her last day is this friday, so i'm taking over again. haha. hope i havent forgotten how to do some of the stuffs...if not i've got to keep disturbing yvonne again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;my kenny is still alive, but he has spasms when he sleep. so cute. just like &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HIM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, the guy my kenny is named after. haha. i bought the water bottle for kenny to drink from but he hasnt touched it yet, maybe he's scared of it. i spent so much money on my hamsters....but i &lt;strong&gt;LOVE&lt;/strong&gt; my &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KENNY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;okay. i need to sleep soon if not people will start calling me panda...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;oo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;oo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;ss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11616417-1627726719233585393?l=pinkphreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkphreak.blogspot.com/feeds/1627726719233585393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11616417&amp;postID=1627726719233585393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11616417/posts/default/1627726719233585393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11616417/posts/default/1627726719233585393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkphreak.blogspot.com/2007/06/work.html' title='work!'/><author><name>sabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524053800034660535</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-11616417.post-3594723659128069426</id><published>2007-06-24T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T22:05:20.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy 21st birthday Saddiah!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;went to JB to celebrate sadd's birthday and we had buffet at some hotel. nis jermin kc and sadd's dad uncle aunty and cuz were there, and 2 of sadd's friends joined us later on. i havent bought sadd a present yet, but i will soon! when i get my pay. haha. we had a fun time catching up and i didnt eat much, but i enjoyed my self-made icekachang, although the ice were a little larger then the normal icekachang. my feet were hurting cos i wore my new shoes and i didnt bite it before i wore it. haha. apparently, if you bite your new pair of shoes it wouldnt cut you. too late to bite it now. we walked to the imigration with fear after the newspaper reports on robbery and rape cases, but i knew God was with me so he would protect me, luckily we had 2 gentlemen with us. haha. jermin offered to help me keep my passport in his pocket and made me not walk so near the roadside. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;got home and showered. had a good rest but i've been sitting infront of the comp uploading pictures into friendster. i wanted to upload alot more, but people would get bored after seeing the same people in so many pictures. haha. i might start uploading pictures in my blog from now onwards. i'm looking for more squashers to go on the cameron highland trip with us. i wouldnt mind genting, but cameron would be a more relaxing kinda holiday destination.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;going to watch oceans13 with ken tmw  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;oo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;oo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;ss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11616417-3594723659128069426?l=pinkphreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkphreak.blogspot.com/feeds/3594723659128069426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11616417&amp;postID=3594723659128069426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11616417/posts/default/3594723659128069426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11616417/posts/default/3594723659128069426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkphreak.blogspot.com/2007/06/happy-21st-birthday-saddiah.html' title='happy 21st birthday Saddiah!'/><author><name>sabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524053800034660535</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-11616417.post-8054075659925548426</id><published>2007-06-23T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T00:51:14.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>east coast!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;forced myself to wake up at 10am this morning cos i thought i would need all the time in the world to get ready. turned out, i was done by 1200 and i only needed to leave my house at 1300 to reach bedok at 1400 to meet up with shaomin. gladys called in the morning to tell me she wasnt going cos she was to tired from squashing in the morning. haha. i vaccumed the house, went to update my bankbook, bought breakfast for my brother, and left my house at 1300 sharp. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;met up with shaomin and yongqi and took a bus down to parkway parade, walked from where we alighted all the way to east coast macs!!! i was feeling so tired even before the real excerise began. i didnt go down to amk to borrow the blades from ken's sister afterall, but when i saw the rental shop i really wanted to blade. yimin peishan thomas seejun were blading, nic had his own bike, so it was left with shaomin yongqi huiwen and me to decide what we wanted to do. since i wanted to blade but didnt want to rent, i decided to do the exchange with seejun like when she was too tired to blade i would take over and she would cycle on the double bike with shaomin, cos she doesnt know how to cycle. so the first half of the time i was behind shaomin and i could put my legs up to rest whenever i liked. haha. but there was one time when i cycled and he rested. lol. i tried to carry him but he was way too heavy and i couldnt control the bike too well. i took over seejun at the bedok jetty and i had so much fun blading. haha. we took so many crazy pictures, the 4 bladers in a row with the first person clinging on to one of the bikes as the biker pulled us. shaomin had to pull all 4 of us upslope once and the poor guy was so tired after that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;i didnt wanna blade slowly so i went ahead while the other 3 bladed slowly behind. along the way i felt really really tired a few times but continued to push on, but luckily there was shaomin and yongqi who would miraculously appear from behind and i would make them pull me. i almost got into an accident again cos this little girl who was on her skate scooter suddenly just tried to cut across without even looking before she turned and i was so scared i would crash into her. i used the word "again" because there was once i was blading with ken and this tiny boy turned on his tiny bike and i tumbled over him, i was the one that cried while he was stoned from the shock. haha. anyways, i didnt get my "woohoo!" legs after all that blading i did today, but they sure are aching real badly and i couldnt walk properly once i took the blades off, and we had to walk all the way from the rental shop to the hawker centre while was a million miles away. yongqi was riding nic's bike and he tired to carry me. i sat a while and my butt started to hurt, so i got off and strolled with the to peishan's car to get our wallets and phones. from there i took nic's bike and cycled for a while cos i didnt wanna walk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;finally reached the hawker centre and it took us such a long time to find a seat. we actually had a table and shaomin and i were sitting there while the rest went to hunt for bigger tables so everyone could sit together, but there was some miscommunication and shaomin thought nic was calling us to go over cos they found a bigger table, so we gave our seat to others waiting around. so we spent another 20 minutes looking for a table. the dinner was great! huiwen's SP classmate's parents owned the bbq seafood shop there and we could get really good discounts. so we ate like there is no tmw. haha. we were done by 2145 and while walking back to the car we stopped along the way to watch the cable-boarding. so cool. it's something like wakeboarding though, just that for cable-borading, if you fall, you'll have to swim to shore and walk back to the starting point. for wakeboarding, the boat will just pull you from where you fall, so it's probably less tiring. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;took so many crazy pictures again and yongqi was complaining. i guess only girls enjoy taking picture...the guys kept saying "whatever la! just hurry up." haha. peihan drove off with thomas and yimin, nic biked home, the rest of us wanted to cab home. we couldnt get a cab along the macs road so we walked out to the main road along the HDBs. we passed by a ntuc trolley with the $1 still inside, and i made shaomin push me while i sit inside. i'm such a lazy girl. haha. he got tired after a while and yongqi took over, i think all the people that passed by us thought i was some injured person that they dumped into a shopping cart to push cos there wasnt a wheelchair available. haha. a cab came and huiwen and i hopped on. we chatted all the way about me going over to aussie to visit them next year, and i would go visit sanne at the same time! got home at around 2330 and went straight to shower. felt so good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;planning my holiday in july with marcus. we'll be going to cameron highlands...he showed me some of the pictures on the internet and i wanna go there now! i really dun mind going there now...it's going to be a relaxing holiday for me over the weekend. yays! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11616417-8054075659925548426?l=pinkphreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkphreak.blogspot.com/feeds/8054075659925548426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11616417&amp;postID=8054075659925548426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11616417/posts/default/8054075659925548426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11616417/posts/default/8054075659925548426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkphreak.blogspot.com/2007/06/east-coast.html' title='east coast!'/><author><name>sabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524053800034660535</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-11616417.post-2845557289717730232</id><published>2007-06-23T00:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T01:25:11.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a friday's squash</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PROVERBS 15:1-4&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1&lt;/strong&gt; A gentle answer turns away wrath, but a harsh word stirs up anger. &lt;strong&gt;2&lt;/strong&gt; The tongue of the wise commands knowledge, but the mouth of the fool gushes folly. &lt;strong&gt;3&lt;/strong&gt; The eyes of the Lord are everywhere, keeping watch on the wicked and the good. &lt;strong&gt;4&lt;/strong&gt; The tongue that brings healing is a tree of life, but a deceitful tongue crushes the sipirt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Instead of hurling angry words&lt;br /&gt;That wound and stir up strife,&lt;br /&gt;Use words of kindness, filled with love,&lt;br /&gt;That heal and nourish life. &lt;br /&gt;         -Sper&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;i have alot to learn from last night's quiet time. although i seem very gentle in front of my friends, last time when i'm with ken or with my family i'll just speak my mind when i'm angry. sometimes i wanna take back some things that i've said, but it's very difficult and almost impossible because it has already hurt that person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;i overslept and woke up at 659am. haha. would have missed my bus even if i rushed to get ready so i just continued to sleep and thought i did take the whole day off. when i woke up i realised that my squash stuffs were left in the office and i would have to trouble duncan to get it for me and i would then have to meet him at lakeside mrt if i were to go for squash. i became bored at home cos there was nothing to do, so i took a cab to work. haha. half of the finance department was on leave or MC today. BeeLing is on 3 days leave because she has some complications with her pregnancy, jacq is still sick from yesterday, yvonne took leave, ailian is still at camp, sam took leave again, and jane (the assistant finance manager) took half the day off cos she wasnt feeling well after lunch.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;finished my work at 1730 and i went to slack, washed my bottle, fill it up and visited the toilet. at 6pm sharp i left the office. was the second person on the bus, the receptionist was the first. haha. duncan came up the bus and he sat behind me, cos he was afraid that i would be affected by people gossiping about us. he said that the people in his department are still joking about him and me. haha. i told him i wasnt bothered, they'll find it boring and stop talking about it one day. haha. duncan alighted at the lakeside mrt stop, and this designer who was sitting in front of me turned around, as she was letting the person who was sitting beside her get out of the seat to alight, and saw my squash racket. so we started chatting cos she was also a squash player in JC and uni. i've been working there for 2 months and she has not seen me before. haha. but she was really nice and talkative. she's in the beeling and jacq clique and all of them in the clique are young wives [between 25 and 30] except for one girl. haha. i also wanna get married early. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;got to the courts at 7pm and yq shaomin nic huiwen and most the juniors were there already. played a game with shaomin, but wasnt a very serious game, cos he kept doing those funny shots to try out for fun. haha. was watching the juniors do their PT, and i do pity them, but i had my fair share of PTs. haha. the inter poly games are held 2 weeks from now and all of them and training hard for the competition. josh and marc came around the same time and they were playing a game together while i sat with joseph shaomin and nic talking nonsense. i miss talking to joseph, he's like the xiaodidi of squash. haha. densie came to take something from josh, but i didnt get to talk to her, only said hi, cos marc was talking to her...cannot disturb. haha. wanted to play a game with marc when he and josh came out, but i asked seejun instead. seejun's service is very very very nice! haha. if i could do back wall shots then maybe i would be able to return the shots. when seejun and i were done, marc and denise disappered, so i played 2 sets with josh. it was the game of the day, he made my face red and wanted to make it redder. haha. but our scores were quite close, i knew he didnt play his best cos i'm a girl...but i did kill some shots and when i came out of the court the people watching said i had scary drops. haha. only for today, normally i'll just hit below the line, i think i stole seejun's drop skills today cos she couldnt do any drops. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;went for dinner at clementi with marc josh nic shaomin seejun huiwen and i didnt know what to eat! we go there so often and there's not much variety of food to choose from. we have to find a new place to have our dinners after squash or i'll just skip dinner all together. got home at about 11 plus and it's already 115am. dunno how i'm going to wake up early to go ECP. meet gladys at 1pm at bb mrt and then meeting shaomin at bedok mrt at 2. should i blade or bike? if i blade then i would have to go all the way to amk to get it from ken's sister but then i wouldnt have to pay for rental. if i bike then i would have to pay for rental, but the upside is that i getting a better work out and it'll shape my body to become "woohoo!" - according to huiwen. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i'll sleep over it and decided. marc is making me feel bad for taking such a long time to blog. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;oo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;oo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;ss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11616417-2845557289717730232?l=pinkphreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkphreak.blogspot.com/feeds/2845557289717730232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11616417&amp;postID=2845557289717730232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11616417/posts/default/2845557289717730232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11616417/posts/default/2845557289717730232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkphreak.blogspot.com/2007/06/fridays-squash.html' title='a friday&apos;s squash'/><author><name>sabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524053800034660535</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-11616417.post-6907466514075319873</id><published>2007-06-21T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T23:08:35.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fantastic 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;had a great day at work. sam took leave and had lots of things to do cos i had to do her job, and i was mostly stuck in the store room searching for documents. i wasnt really bummed about having to be in that stuffy store room, it was more of unwilling to get any more bruises from climbing up and down the ladder and getting knocks on my arm while trying to prevent myself from falling off. i didnt have lunch today cos i wasnt in the mood for the usual food. i found out that there were roaches in the food once, but no one got food poisoning, not yet... so i treated duncan to 2 bottles of yakult. he asked for a treat so i asked him which flavour he wanted and he said anything, good thing the machine only had grape and apple left, if not i would have bought all 4 flavours for him. haha. i got myself the usual ICE COOL BLACKCURRENT :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;duncan and i went to the show room where all the comfy sofas were and he chose a white one to sit on. we sat there from 1215 to 1300 chit chatting and alot of people walked past us. when i got back to the finance dept the girls asked me where i went and i told them i was sitting on one of the comfy sofas in the show room talking with duncan and they started making fun of me. haha. yvonne happened to walk in when we were all laughing and she wanted to know what it was, so simyun repeated the story for her...and yvonne was so nice lor! she was protecting me saying "aiya, why you all say like that??" haha. i took the bus that goes to lakeside cos i was meeting nic to watch fantastic 4 at jurong point, and duncan takes that bus home too so i sat with him. and only then i found out that when he got back to his own office the people there were like kidding with him and asking who i was, apparently not everyone has seen me yet. i'm such a low profile person, but probably not after this chit chatting incident with duncan. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;took the train down from lakeside to boonlay to go meet nic. he got there pretty early and went to buy tickets first. he bought the 7pm show and i arrived at 630, so we went to old chang kee to buy some finger food. i got myself nachos and we went in a little too early, but we watched all the movie advertisments. i really am going to watch transformers! who wants to watch with me?? i think it's so cute, this was actually the first time i watched the advert on transformers. fanastic 4 wasnt so fantastic after all. the only nice part is the wedding, ever since dunno when i've been dreaming of my wedding to be something like that, white with flowers with green grass patches....sadly you cant have a wedding like that in Singapore. i almost cried at the scene where jessica alba died, but i stopped feeling sad cos i knew in this show, superheros dont die. they will some  how find a way to resurrect. haha. the show ended at 845pm, and nic and i went to have dinner at the food court. food are getting so much more expensive here in Singapore. stupid GST increment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;oh yes, i've confirmed with jane about becoming a perm staff. guess i'll stay there for another year. i'll definately go study next year, a degree is very important, i'll try to apply for the unis again next year and if i still cant get in then it'll be SIM.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;just got home and i'm going to sleep. yvonne ailian and sam are on leave tmw, jacq might not come to work cos she vomited before lunch and took half day off to see the doctor. hope i can find things to do if not i'll try to finish everything before lunch and take half day too. lol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;oo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;oo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;ss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11616417-6907466514075319873?l=pinkphreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkphreak.blogspot.com/feeds/6907466514075319873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11616417&amp;postID=6907466514075319873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11616417/posts/default/6907466514075319873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11616417/posts/default/6907466514075319873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkphreak.blogspot.com/2007/06/fantastic-4.html' title='fantastic 4'/><author><name>sabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524053800034660535</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-11616417.post-6155174867398772924</id><published>2007-06-19T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T23:22:28.871+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shoe shopping</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;was so tired at work although i slept at 10pm last night. forgot all about the 12 midnight birthday sms that i wanted to send to ken. got to work and time passed a little slower then monday, but was still loaded with work. called hunny bunny during lunch cos i had nothing to do and i wasnt tired so couldnt sleep. i think i disturbed him while he was in the middle of war craft and he kinda got angry a bit cos he started losing, and he started scolding vulgarities. haha. in case u are wondering why i'm calling ken hunny bunny....i have no idea, i just want to cos it's cute...i hung up at around 1325 and closed my eyes, fell asleep and woke up at 1345pm. haha. after lunch, i hid in the toilet a few times to just sit on the toilet bowl to rest cos i was feeling tired. i shouldnt have taken that lunch nap.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;was planning to go for squash after work, but then sam mentioned something about URS having really nice shoes that were on sale, and i wont be free till next week to shop, so we made an impromptu decision to go shopping. hunny bunny rob and bryan were going to town to celebrate hunny bunny's birthday so i thought i could go down to pass rob his present. sam and i took the company bus back home, bought dinner for my bro and grabbed rob's present and headed to town. i bought hunny bunny a brownie with nuts, didnt know if he eats nuts, but IT'S BROWNIE...heck the nuts! haha. got some for ourselves too, going to have it for desert after lunch tmw :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;met up with the guys and chatted with them for a while, they went to KFC and sam and i went to buy our shoes and had pasta mania for dinner *yumms* took a cab home and now i'm shagged.....need some shut eye if not i'll have more toilet breaks tmw. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;oo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;oo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span 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href='http://pinkphreak.blogspot.com/2007/06/shoe-shopping.html' title='shoe shopping'/><author><name>sabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524053800034660535</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-11616417.post-2464994998239318561</id><published>2007-06-17T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T00:15:06.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ken's 21st SURPRISE party!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;didnt manage to wake up in time for church. all 3 of us woke up late and ended up skipping church for today. i went out to do some grocery shopping for the salad ken's mom asked me to make for ken's surprise party. i went to withdraw more then 300 bucks for the whole party and for my home petty cash, and on my way home i was feeling so insecure cos i was afraid that someone would have seen me draw so much money and snatch my wallet away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;got home, changed and took a cab down to ken's place at 3pm. i was the distraction for the surprise party. my role was to ask him out so he wouldnt stay home or get to the party venue too early. ken left his house at 315pm and went to visit his grandpa, who was admitted into the hospital recently because of some heart problem, before meeting me. so while he was out i used the chance to go to his place without him knowing that i went as i had to leave the groceries i bought at his house for his mom to bring it over to his uncle's condo for me. samantha mark edwyna yihao zhenzhen jefferson hazel evon chiewping peiyi grace went early to help decorate the place. actually, only sam mark and edwyna were the early ones who got there at 5pm and they blew all 100 ballons to decorate the bbq pit! 100!!! haha. yihao's job was to pick the other people mentioned above from the mrt and bring them to the condo, but because he missed the stop and stopped 2 stops away, they had to walk all the way back and only made it to the condo at 6pm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;i hanged at ken's place and chit chat with his mom while she prepared the food. i wanted to help but she didnt need any, so i stood around feeling guilty while she rushed to prepare everything before ken's uncle came to pick her up. i left the house at 4pm to go meet ken at amk hub for some window shopping. my excuse for meeting him was that since i was going to be busy the next whole week, i had to meet him to pass him his birthday present. we went to lunch at the amk S11 and i had my fishball noodles! yumms... wanted to eat soyabean icecream after lunch but was too stuffed. walked around amk but i didnt make it all the way up to the top floor. left amk at 610pm, and ken was suppose to take the bus to woodland but he wanted to walk me to the mrt station, on the way he changed his mind to take the train to woodlands instead and i had to pretend i was going to the airport so i took the opposite train and alighted at bishan and cabbed to woodlands. got there at 625pm, and everyone except ken's sec school friends were there already. went up to ken's uncle's place and wanted to surprise ken with the cake and everything when he walks through the door. i was untying the box of the cake and suddenly ken walks in! and everyone was unprepared for him!! in the end he was the one that surprised us instead of us surprising him. haha. we went down to the bbq pit and his sec sch friends were already there waiting. i can say that the party went well and i was so grateful to God that it didnt rain. i was praying so hard that he would give us good weather because it has been raining the past few nights and throughout the day, and it would have been terrible if it rained during the bbq. my God is the greatest!! haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;i had to rush off at 8pm after cutting the cake to go to the airport to send dan off. ken sent me to a road at the back but there was not a single available cab in sight. it was 810 and i started to panic because i couldnt get a cab. ken suggested that i go to the other road and while walking out a empty cab passed by and ken flagged it down in time. i told the taxi uncle that i was in a hurry and he drove at average 100km/hr cos it was highway all the way to the airport. i got there at 845 and quickly took a picture with dan and we had a few group pictures too. dan had to rush in cos his parents were rushing him, but he had to wait for me to come. i feel so bad. haha. but glad that i could send him off. miss him already. haha. soon it'll be nic leaving....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;took the train home and got myself a chicken burger from macs cos i didnt have anything to eat at ken's party and i was starving. came home and called my daddy and mommy! HAPPY DADDY'S DAY!! and we just found out that we could call them over at cambodia for free...!!! and they have free incoming over there so it's also free!!! haha. going to call them for nothing more often now. haha. i love my daddy and mommy. miss them so much. cant wait for september to come till i'll fly over to see them!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i've got to go get some shut eye now. pimples are popping all over the place from lack of sleep and water. will fall sick soon or later if i keep this up. haha. i'm the happiest girl... sweet dreams everyone! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;oo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;oo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;ss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;PS: i wanna thank all who came. specially wanna thank ken's mom for helping cook all the food for the party, which was the most important part of the party, sam mark and edwyna for blowing so many balloons, and the other people for coming and making this happen although it is Father's Day and you all probably would have had to sacrifice spending time with your dads today. THANK YOU EVERYONE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11616417-2464994998239318561?l=pinkphreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkphreak.blogspot.com/feeds/2464994998239318561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11616417&amp;postID=2464994998239318561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11616417/posts/default/2464994998239318561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11616417/posts/default/2464994998239318561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkphreak.blogspot.com/2007/06/kens-21st-surprise-party.html' title='ken&apos;s 21st SURPRISE party!!'/><author><name>sabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524053800034660535</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-11616417.post-3160063013658973498</id><published>2007-06-16T05:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T22:28:59.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'>last saturday of the year with dan</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;although i slept so late last night, i had to, and surprisingly managed to, get up at 8 this morning and leave the house by 9 to help out at the children's party at cashew heights. most of the kids that came today also came for the previous watermelon party and luke was there! the ever-so-cute luke!! haha. he's like a little gummy drop from heaven...anyways,he was running around and making alot of noise with his elder brother so i went and put scooped him off the ground and he didnt make a sound. so adorable. he's about 2 but he speaks quite well for his age. i asked him "where's your daddy?" and he pointed to his left and said "over there". for that very second i felt like i could love him forever. i want my own baby that can say "over there" too!!! haha. i brought him over to where lydia was standing so we could shower him with tons of attention again. fed him sausages and he loved it. when we asked him "is it nice?" or "do you like it?" he replies with his "yesh". just "yesh", but it's enough to blow me away with how much understanding of the languge he has at such a young age. or are kids suppose to be already yakking away at 2??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;the party ended on a happy note and uncle joseph gave me a lift down to clementi so i could go to lavender to meet yihao to get the party decorations for ken's surprise party. i was 20 mins late but he was so kind to wait for me. gentleman? yesh. haha. it was pouring and we had to walk all the way to The Concourse cos there were no buses from the mrt that goes there. poor yihao was half drenched cos he wanted to shelter me more. the shopping centre was pretty empty and i really wonder how the shop owners are able to survive when not many people go to shop there. but the party stuffs were considered quite reasonable to me, i dun really know the market price for the stuffs in the first place.  got all i needed and we went to the market to eat tangyuan. apparently, the tangyuan shop there is quite famous. yihao treated me to a bowl of 6 tangyuans, 3 peanut and 3 yam. i couldnt finish andi felt so bad for dumping 2 to him, but in the end he dumped 1 back in my bowl and we just left it. and now i know, 6 tangyuans is really too much for me. yihao had some confinement thingy so he had to leave at 4. i thought i would meet gladys weixian nic and seejun for dinner but in the end no one planned anything yet. as i was feeling really worn out, i took a cab home to sleep. woke up at 8pm and went to get changed to go meet gladys at bukit batok mrt. we were gong to double O for dans farewell and he invited his army friends along too. took a train down to douby ghaut and met up with weixian nic and shaomin. it started to rain again and there was only one umbrella, and we had to walk to a bus stop quite a distance without much shelter, so the 3 girls shared the brolly and the 2 guys had to run in the rain. it was kinda terrible because we were stranded at some building with the bus stop less then 10 meters away, but the rain was way too heavy and after standing there i suggested we take a cab. so we walked to the back of the building to try find a taxi stand but there wasnt any in sight. so the next plan was to have one of the guys wait along the roadside and wave a taxi down and go to the back of the building to pick us from a sheltered area, but in the end there wasnt any available taxi. so i suggested, again, that we just take the bus and one by one go across from the building to the bus stop with one person running back and forth to pick everyone. got onto the bus and alighted at the next stop (-_-")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;since it was still raining and we only had one umbrella, nic went to find out where double O was. he took a very long time before he came back and couldnt find the place. so dan had to send one of his friends to come pick us up. by the time we got there it was already 1130. everyone was already partying without us, each of dan's army friends bought him a shot and he was made to dirnk up every shot. so when we got there he was already drunk and he came out to greet us with a red face. paid 15 bucks to get in, leaving me with only 5 bucks in my wallet. i forgot to withdraw money cos i was rushing to meet gladys, and there wasnt any atm nearby. so i owe alot of ppl money after today. nic bumped into a few of his pilot friends and i thought they were really good looking at first. i mean, they ARE good looking, with hot bods and stuff, but they are smokers, and the thing that turns me off is a guy who smokes. haha. i wouldnt mind having guy friends who smoke, but my boyfriend should NOT and NEVER smoke, i wouldnt even have started a relationship with a guy who smokes in the first place. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;had a bit to drink and alot of photos taken before dan dragged us to the dance floor. i didnt wasnt to dance and so did some others, so we ended up going to the dance floor and running away from danvin cos he trying to push us up the platform where the whole double O could see us and we just wanted to stay below. after awkwardly standing there, i went to get myself more drinks cos i knew that i would openly embrass myself if i knew i was doing it. haha. nic paid for 2 lychee martinis and in the end i drank only a little and not enough to make me high. went back to the dance floor and i moved sightly a little more with the help of the others pulling and holding my arms and waving it around. haha. i went to the bar where it was so much quieter and slacked with nic for a while. ordered frozen margarita, and it was 1 for 1. the rest came after a while and we had a long session of taking pictures and playing the guessing game. the girls wanted to go back to the dance floor to sweat out all the alcohol but i didnt go with them, leaving peishan thomas nic and me at the table, and we decided to go play pool. the pool there is a rip off! $13 an hour!! but we still played anyways, and i couldnt aim straight. i was really too tired and not in the mood for pool. partnered with nic and in the end we lost 2 games out of 3. haha. after finishing one hour we were dragged back to the dance floor by dan and this time it was more taking pictures then dancing. i think the other people were shocked by the number of ppl we had with us when dan gathered us to take a group picture. there were only 6 girls and about 20 guys. we were talking about how guys in the pub wouldnt dare touch us girls cos we had so many guy friends around us to protect us if anything happened, actually we were mostly surrounded by dan's friends so no stranger could even get close. we left the club at 330am and went to a nearby bakkuteh store for supper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;shared a cab back with huiwen weixian and gladys. and i it's already 6.26am...yawnnssss....church tomorrow, urrrhhh...i mean today...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11616417-3160063013658973498?l=pinkphreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkphreak.blogspot.com/feeds/3160063013658973498/comments/default' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11616417.post-6644783423997114842</id><published>2007-06-15T05:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T22:28:40.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>last friday of the year with dan</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;time passed so fast at work yesterday and before i knew it, lunch time arrived, and then 6pm came. this is the very reason why i enjoy being busy, time flys. took the bus down to the market at the back of my house and dapao a packet of hokien mee for dan. finally he gets to try it!! haha. marc and josh were waiting for me at macs cos we were going to meet the other squashers in holland village. marc left his bag in school so our first stop was SP. i was suppose to guide him there but half way through i had to make a phone call and when i got off the line, we were lost. went one very very big round just to get to SP and we still had to whip out the road map to find our way there. he picked me up at 640 and we reached SP at 720. josh said that every ride in marc's car is an adventure. haha. we also made one big round on our way to holland village from SP. that was my fault because i made him turn at the wrong turn. dan shaomin nic weisian xueli huiwen gladys were already seated at NYDC by the time we got there. dan immediately took out the hokien mee and we used the menus to try cover as much as we could, but in the end gained the suspicions from the cheif waiter and he came over to ask us to keep it, he was very mean about it. i ordered myself a mushroom and ham oven-baked pasta. yumms :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;yimin came a little later and yongqi came a little drunk. haha. he had to go dine with his collegues and had himself some alcohol before rushing down to holland village to meet us. after eating we went to wala wala. xueli shaomin gladys marc and josh left cos i think they had other appointments or just didnt want to drink. the place was really packed but we were lucky enough to find ourselves a table and managed to grab chairs from around. the band was really good and they were coming out with an album soon. the girls all thought that one of the lead singers and guitarist was really cute, but after looking many times....naaahhhh... i got myself a hoegarden white nic got some really nice tasting beer and the others had tequilla sunrise and orange something...haha. oh oh! i managed to tie a knot using the cheery stalk with my tongue! the stalk was pretty short and it took me quite long to knot it...but i did in the end! yay!! i took some pics but it was really tiny so the picture wasnt that clear. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;we left for tim sum at some 24 hour shop after the second set. i was actually all ready to go home after the first cos i was shagged. slept only 3 hours the night before and had to wake up super early for work. but i stayed on for some reason i forgot and ended up eating only one tiny cheesecake one siewmai and a quarter of an egg tart with lots of chrisantimum tea. got home around 1 plus 2 and went striaght to bed. my body couldnt take it anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11616417-6644783423997114842?l=pinkphreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkphreak.blogspot.com/feeds/6644783423997114842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11616417&amp;postID=6644783423997114842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11616417/posts/default/6644783423997114842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11616417/posts/default/6644783423997114842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkphreak.blogspot.com/2007/06/last-friday-of-year-with-dan.html' title='last friday of the year with dan'/><author><name>sabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524053800034660535</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-11616417.post-7894563924729938201</id><published>2007-06-14T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T22:28:23.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the best of single-ness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i had the most wonderful day today. i never realised that i could accomplish so much by shopping alone. actually, if i were shopping for other people it's easier to shop alone, but if i were to shop for clothes for myself then i need would need the comments from others. i was suppose to meet esther to go update my passport, but then she wasnt able to get off from work so i went by myself. it wasnt as bad as i thought it would be, i've always hated to go out of the house on my own, but funnily i enjoyed it more. i could do things at my own pace and go where ever i wanted. i got to the ICA at lavender and was a little lost, but thanks to the help of sign boards i found my way to the second floor and got myself a queue number. went to take my passport photo and i saw my neighbour working there. she couldnt recognise me at first when i said "hello" to her, but then when she looked closer she was like "eh! it's you!" haha. think she forgot my name, cos i forgot hers. haha. but we chatted a while and she took my picture and helped me modify it abit. did you know that they use photoshop there? and that they can make your face look flawlee with just a click. haha. amazing. but she didnt do anything modifying to my face cos i have an almost perfect complexion. haha. just kidding. i didnt really like the picture, but i couldnt be bothered to go take another one. i'm not a big fan of taking passport photos cos the emphasis would be on the face. and i dun like close up pictures of my face. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;i had my $1 icecream while waiting to collect my passport and it was delicious! think i'm addicted to cheap ice cream now. haha. and i'm growing fat, have been eating icecream everyday since sunday when we had icecream at yck after squashing, and one of my collegues brought natadecoco icecream from JB and we had it for 2 days cos we couldnt finish it, and today i had icecream again. i shall bann myself from icecream for 6 months! finally collected my passport after waiting for so long and i think the picture looks alright, better then the stupid IC picture i took when i was sec3. cant wait to change my IC! was smsing esther while waiting and we decided to just meet for dinner. she took a long time to reply, cos she was working, so i just made my way to suntec where she works and went shopping for ken's birthday present. took my time and walked into shops that i wanted to go to. and after buying ken's gift i went to see if kenny rogers had reopen, and it was! esther and i then decided that we would have our dinner there. it was only 545 at that time so i went to get myself bubbletea and fishballs from old chang kee cos i didnt have and lunch or breakfast and i was starving! i then passed by this pet shop when i was looking for the toilet and i stood there looking at the baby hamsters for the longest time and thinking of my hammy. i think when kenny dies, i'll go get myself another baby hammy. haha. i even bought a water bottle for kenny. cos ken said that hammy probably died cos he didnt have enough water to drink, cos i have been feeding them cucumber, and i didnt want kenny to die so fast. i'm really afraid that he'll die like tmw right after hammy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;after my toilet trip i went up to sit at the benches surrounding the fountain of wealth. i just walked and walked till ii found the perfect seat. it was the only bench that didnt look like the others, and i liked it. haha. sat there at 6pm listening to my music and just enjoying the relaxing feeling of spending time alone with myself. when i was with ken we often complain about Singapore not having nice places couples to go to and we were forever doing the same thing when we go out of the house, but today, i realised that simple things like that can be meaningful too. but i know ken isnt the type of person to sit down and relax, cos once he is relaxed, he'll fall asleep the very next second. haha. watching the artifical waterfall from the fountain was really comforting, although i did cry when i was listening to "my valentine" (a song that ken gave me) and "if i let you go" by westlife. good thing no one was around me. haha. i think i like crying. haha. sounds so sadistic right? but it's my way of expressing emotions that cannot be described merely with words. i cry when i'm happy, i cry when i'm sad, i cry when i'm angry, i cry when i wanna gain pity...haha. ever since young my mom called me "hambaobao", it means hamburger. i have no idea how a hamburger is linked to crying, but it was because as a child i cried over almost everything. haha. i was one of those kids who were easily frightened by big figurines and i have a few baby pics of me standing in front of an elf or santa statue and crying my eyes out. haha. i think the adults enjoyed seeing me being traumatised.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;anyways, i was sitting at the bench and day dreaming when i suddenly realised that there was a big sculpture of a rabbit on the floor in front of me, and a plate that stated the behaviours of people born in the year of rabbit and the years of people born in the year of rabbit! haha. and surprisingly, I AM BORN IN THE YEAR OF RABBIT! not that it matter so much, but it was funny how i chose that rabbit spot by chance without even realizing it. haha. i took some pictures for fun...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r9dcyavzpI8/RnFynELpWiI/AAAAAAAAAAU/_-OjKMCZAPM/s1600-h/Image007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r9dcyavzpI8/RnFynELpWiI/AAAAAAAAAAU/_-OjKMCZAPM/s400/Image007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075964270486313506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r9dcyavzpI8/RnFynULpWjI/AAAAAAAAAAc/GRmmuil1nq4/s1600-h/Image014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r9dcyavzpI8/RnFynULpWjI/AAAAAAAAAAc/GRmmuil1nq4/s400/Image014.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075964274781280818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r9dcyavzpI8/RnFynkLpWkI/AAAAAAAAAAk/H4SrjfKdLkE/s1600-h/Image015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r9dcyavzpI8/RnFynkLpWkI/AAAAAAAAAAk/H4SrjfKdLkE/s400/Image015.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075964279076248130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;it turned dark and the turned on all the pretty lights at the fountain. SO PRETTY!! there were tons of couples and tourist around, and this one guy sat infront of me showing his ass crack, what a sight. i tried to ignore as best as i could, but he was right infront of me! and there wasnt any other empty bench for me to sit at, so i had to stay where i was. at around 7 they allowed people to go into the fountain area to touch the water with their right hand and go around it 3 times, cos they believe that if they did that their wish would come true. i dun think any one believes it, they just touch the water for the fun of it. haha. they were playing "angel" a duet by celine dion and some guy, and i started dreaming about how my wedding photos would be taken at the fountain and they would play our song as we went round the fountain 3 times with our right hands held together and touching the water, and i even imagined how our poses would be like, and in one scene i imagined that he would surprise me with a pretty purple tulip and we would pose for pictures with me holding on to that precious and lovely surprise. guess who my dream husband was?? HIM of cos! haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;esther finally ended work at 730 and we went to kenny rogers to take a look at the menu, but we were distracted half way and ended up going shopping for a white off sholder top that i wanted. we decided to go to bugis in the end, although i was really looking forward to eating the mac and cheese and juicy long beans from kenny rogers. esther felt bad that she pangseh me when she was the one who suggested we go update our passports today. i wasnt upset about it, but she needed to make it up to me. haha. without dinner, we wakled around bugis till 10 plus. i wasnt sure if she was hungry, but we bought the tapioca kuey and she bought the peanut pancake so i guess it wasnt that bad. i spent lot on shopping today. i bought 2 tops, one costing $18 and the other $27. i also bought a pair oh black skinny jeans for $28, although i thought it made my thighs look fat, esther convinced me it didnt, so i just paid for it. haha. since i've been wanting to buy it for the longest time. i walked past the perfume shop and was reminded of jethro cos he wanted cologne for a birthday present and because at that time i didnt have enough money i bought him a very nice shirt which he liked, but i thought i should get him something he really wanted. bought him the davidoff men's cologne at a reasonable price, and i just gave it to him. i hope he's happy that i actually thought of him while shopping! haha. he should be glad that he has a sister like me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;had dinner at burgurking till 11 and we wanted to cab back home cos we still had to work tmw and it was kinda late already. but the taxi queue was very long and not a taxi was in sight. so we took the train down to clementi and cabbed home. the first thing i came home was to make sure my baby was alright. the poor thing was shivering in his sleep. i feel so bad. everytime i look over from my computer he would be sleeping and it would freak me out cos i cannot tell if he's sleeping or if he's dead. i just hangged the water bottle in his cage but he hasnt gone near it yet. i dun even know if he knows how to drink from it. the cute little thing always sleeps in a ball sitting up or lies flat on his tummy. should take a picture the next time i see him sleeps like that...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work tmw! better go sleep now....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;oo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;oo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;ss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11616417-7894563924729938201?l=pinkphreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkphreak.blogspot.com/feeds/7894563924729938201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11616417&amp;postID=7894563924729938201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11616417/posts/default/7894563924729938201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11616417/posts/default/7894563924729938201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkphreak.blogspot.com/2007/06/best-of-single-ness.html' title='the best of single-ness'/><author><name>sabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524053800034660535</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/_r9dcyavzpI8/RnFynELpWiI/AAAAAAAAAAU/_-OjKMCZAPM/s72-c/Image007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11616417.post-1692443416571688904</id><published>2007-06-13T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T21:57:25.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cute korean auditor</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;for the past couple of days we had 3 internal auditors come to audit one of the subsi in HTL. one of the auditors is this super good looking korean guy, sadly they werent auditing the subsi i do the accounts for. i couldnt keep my eyes off him everytime he walks into the room. the auditors were from ernst &amp; young, i think it was the firm caleb was from before he joined SP. anyways, the korean guy was talking to angeline and i happened to look up from my computer at him, and he looked back at me, i immediately look  down and kinda blushed. haha. yvonne and i were gossiping yesterday about how good looking he is and she told me that he's a very nice guy. last year he came to do audits for the accounts yvonne was incharge of when he just joined ernst &amp; young, so he didnt really know the rules of conduct and he bought yvonne chocolates. there's a rule that auditors and the company's accountant cannot have any family ties or special relationships, and no exchange of gifts should be made. haha. but he only knew about the rule after that incident, so no more yummy chocolates from him this year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;i went to buy dinner for jet and myself at the shop i bought dinner from last night. the uncle remebered me and he chatted with me for a while. he said that i was so lucky to be working in an office job, can knock off work early go home shower and watch tv, while he has to work till 9 plus 10. i didnt really know what to say to him, so i just commented that he can earn more money. haha. then he replied saying that it's a very tough and tiring job. he looks like he's around 50 plus, and there was this old man, probably about 70 plus, helping him in his stall. i kinda pity these people, but for all you know, it might be something they really enjoy doing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;i'm skipping work tmw so i can go update my passport with esther. actually i'm only meeting her at 1630, but i thought i did rather just stay home and do the laundry and clean up the house a little rather then taking half day off and having to roam around orchard aimlessly while waiting for esther to get off work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;dan's leaving! so many places to go, so much things to do! haha. only after i've graduated did i feel like i'm closer to the squashers. actually it's only that few people and most of them are seniors and guys. haha. i'm going to squash my life away with them, my kids and their kids will become squashing buddies! that's a dream plan. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;oo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;oo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;ss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11616417-1692443416571688904?l=pinkphreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkphreak.blogspot.com/feeds/1692443416571688904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11616417&amp;postID=1692443416571688904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11616417/posts/default/1692443416571688904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11616417/posts/default/1692443416571688904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkphreak.blogspot.com/2007/06/cute-korean-auditor.html' title='cute korean auditor'/><author><name>sabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524053800034660535</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-11616417.post-1897273713349721823</id><published>2007-06-12T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T23:16:19.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>farewell my beloved</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We may not know what the future holds,&lt;br /&gt;but we can trust the One who holds the future.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I will never leave you nor forsake you.&lt;br /&gt;  - Hebrews 13:5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;my internet was down last night so i couldnt blog. but nothing much happened yesterday except that it was the earliest day i've slept since i started working, 11pm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;work as usual and i came home, to find my darling hammy lying so still in his food bowl. i knocked the cage but he didnt move. i loved him the most, compared to kenny and arial, he was much friendlier and he always allowed me to carry and stroke him. my first instinct was to call ken. call ken to get comfort, to know that someone is as upset as me about hammy's death, to know that he would come over to help me clear the cage even though i keep refusing, because he knows me too well. my eyes were swollen from all the crying i did before i accepted the fact that hammy's not ever coming back, and i forced down my dinner before ken arrived. he came a little later then i expected cos he took the wrong bus and he went to the wrong floor, he wasnt feeling well too but he still came :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;kenny is my only baby left and now he has the entire cage to roam around in so i dun have to put him in the ball to run around the house as often as before. chatted with ken a little and accompanied him to cheers so he could get cereal for tmw's breakfast. he sent me back to my door step, and i got what i wanted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ken, dun take it the wrong way. it's a friendly thing, nothing more. i just needed it cos i dunno anyone else whom i can get one from. thankew :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i'm sleeping early tonight again. trying to make it a habit so i wont be so tired at work everyday. i'm afraid i might pissed my boss off one day cos i keeping waking up later then i should and end up starting work later too. shall blog again tmw. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;oo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;oo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;ss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11616417-1897273713349721823?l=pinkphreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkphreak.blogspot.com/feeds/1897273713349721823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11616417&amp;postID=1897273713349721823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11616417/posts/default/1897273713349721823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11616417/posts/default/1897273713349721823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkphreak.blogspot.com/2007/06/farewell-my-beloved.html' title='farewell my beloved'/><author><name>sabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524053800034660535</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-11616417.post-5597818717487103778</id><published>2007-06-10T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T22:31:52.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'>feeling argh...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i dunno what i'm going to do right now. one by one people will start coming up to me and telling me they wont be able to make it cos that day would be some worldwide special day. such a stupid thing to have happened, i should have thought through it properly even before confirming the day. i dun even know if i should still go on with it after all i've gone through. argh. only one word to describe this feeling, "sian".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;woke up at 830 and got ready to leave the house to go meet marcus at toapayoh to go to his church today. joshua was the one that brought marc to that church so now both of them are worshipping there together. was suppose to go to my own church cos i wanted to ask evelyn something, but we were meeting for squash at the yck squash courts at 12pm and if i went to my church i would be late. i seriously do not have good time management, was suppose to leave my house at 840 so i could reach toapayoh on time, but i left that house at 9 instead and ended up being 20 mins late. marcus had to drive aorund while waiting for me. i didnt know why he had to drive, waste petrol! think he got too much money to spare. haha. his church is somewhere in geylang and for some reason the whole area was burning hot, like as if the sun chose to concentrate all it's heat in that particular area. we got there and went for the bible study. marc usually goes for the early early service and then bible study at 1015, but cos i didnt wanne wake up so early i made him go for the later service, so we went for the bible study first. we left for the main service at 1130 and was almost late. the bible study and the service were at 2 different places, although still in the geylang area, cos they couldnt get a place nearer to where the mian service is held. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;we left church at 1 and marcus, josh, josh's church friend and i headed down to yck for squash. by the time we got there dan yongqi yonghui joseph benjamin huiwen were there already. shaomin came later and he only played for half an hour cos he had to meet his friend, dunno why he still wanted to come down. haha. i played a game with huiwen a game with benjamin and a game with danvin. the game with danvin was the worse! he made me run like a mad woman cos he wanted to take a picture of me and my super red face after i squash. so embarassing :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;yongqi and yonghui left when their father came to pick them. shaomin left to meet his friend. joshua went for some army bbq. marcus went to meet his cousin. dan went for his family dinner. joseph went to eat curry fish head. benjamin left for somewhere. huiwen and i took the train home. got home showered and ate my dinner. and fell asleep in front of the tv cos i was so tired. wanted to continue sleeping in my room but my dad smsed me asking me to call them over in cambodia. so i had to drag myself out of the room to make a call. and i didnt feel tired after that. heh. watched the ending part of shrek and my favourite is PUSS IN BOOTS! he so adorable when he gives that crying big eyes look. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;i guess i'll go sleep over what i've gotten myself into. i'm still feeling ever so down. was complaining to one of my friend about how stupid i was by thinking that i could have gone through doing what i'm planning to go through all for nothing. really seriously zlich...nothing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11616417-5597818717487103778?l=pinkphreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkphreak.blogspot.com/feeds/5597818717487103778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11616417&amp;postID=5597818717487103778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11616417/posts/default/5597818717487103778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11616417/posts/default/5597818717487103778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkphreak.blogspot.com/2007/06/feeling-argh.html' title='feeling argh...'/><author><name>sabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524053800034660535</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-11616417.post-5105026614767485527</id><published>2007-06-09T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T23:15:42.018+08:00</updated><title type='text'>overspending....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;went shopping in town with aunty cas and sam today. i'm a little off budget cos i bought so many things within these few days. i bought a top for 22 bucks and an owl necklace from forever21 for 18 bucks. haha. i still need to set aside some money to buy ken's present and for dan's farewell. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;went over to amk and marc picked me up to go to his place. his house was nice, but his room a little too small, but he didnt have much stuff so i guess the room worked for him. changed and we went to the carpark to start washing and waxing. i didnt bring a rubberband down and i was prespiring half way thru. we took a break and went to get ourselves icecream and asked the shop uncle for a rubber band so i could use it to tie my hair up. walked back up 6 stories to where the car was parked and took a short rest before starting to wax again. was a tiring job, but fun at the same time. to be able to see ur reflection after waxing it brings a sense of satisfaction. haha. went to the market near my place for dinner and came home after that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;watching some show called "gangs in new york" and i dun really understand the story but i'm watching just to past time. will blog again tmw :)&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;oo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;oo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;ss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11616417-5105026614767485527?l=pinkphreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkphreak.blogspot.com/feeds/5105026614767485527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11616417&amp;postID=5105026614767485527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11616417/posts/default/5105026614767485527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11616417/posts/default/5105026614767485527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkphreak.blogspot.com/2007/06/overspending.html' title='overspending....'/><author><name>sabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524053800034660535</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-11616417.post-456017060954524368</id><published>2007-06-08T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T21:46:53.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'>squashing pains</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;had a fun squashing session, but it could have been better. i kinda got a cramp in my left back thigh muscle and had a hard time bending whenever i had to do a back hand. played a few games with yongqi before i cramped and played with marcus after i cramped. he had to whack the ball towards me at times so i didnt have to run throughout the whole game. while playing my calf and butt experienced short cramps. haha. my thigh didnt hurt as much after a while and i could run more, so i tried to give my best to play a game with marcus so it wouldnt be a wasted trip down, it might be a long while before i would get to play with him again so i made use of today. almost won marcus, but i think it was cos he gave in to me a little. i'll be impossible for me now to win people who squashes at marcus's level. haha. IMPOSSIBLE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;went to clementi for dinner with some juniors marcus and yq. got myself bakkuteh cos it has been a while since i drank some good soup. yq had cravings for fried dumplings and he went to buy a plate of six, which ended looking like fried baby puffer fish to me. haha. it didnt even look one bit like dumplings. the other guys said that the dumpings sold there werent very good, but it was too late to return it anyways. so each one took one and i was kinda full, so marcus ate my share. after eating everyone went their seperate ways home and marcus sent yq melissa and me home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;so tired now, but i got to wait till my hair drys before hitting the sacks. nothing nice on tv now. too many lame series shows. it's a friday night!!! they should have good tv on friday nights for us people who dont sleep so early. going out with aunty cas and sam tmw. dunno what we'll be doing, but aunty cas said she wanted to spend time with us, so just go lor. actually i already made plans with marcus to help polish his wife and he would drive over to my place so it'll be more convenient, but now we changed it to me going to his place after my appointment with aunty cas. i wanna see how his place looks, since he has already seen mine. it's only fair. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;it's already 1am and my hair is still wet....arrghhhh! think i'll just go sleep. cant be bothered anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;oo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;oo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;ss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11616417-456017060954524368?l=pinkphreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkphreak.blogspot.com/feeds/456017060954524368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11616417&amp;postID=456017060954524368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11616417/posts/default/456017060954524368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11616417/posts/default/456017060954524368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkphreak.blogspot.com/2007/06/squashing-pains.html' title='squashing pains'/><author><name>sabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524053800034660535</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-11616417.post-2072116939751104126</id><published>2007-06-08T14:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T21:46:18.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my dream man.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i think i'm going crazy. i fell in love with the man in my dreams and i cant stop thinking about him. haha. i do not know anyone who looks like him, and i'm almost forgetting how he looks like now. in my dream he was this tan sweaty army guy who just came back from war and he wore a white singlet and as we were going up the escaltor at bukit batok mrt he kissed me. haha. i kinda guessed that it had something to do with war cos in my dream there were tons of sweaty army men at the mrt station hugging their women. and i really have no idea why of all places it had to be at bukit batok mrt. i think it's a sign that i'm either in desperate need of love or i'm really going crazy from being too lonely. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;i stayed home from work today cos i couldnt wake up or rather i didnt want to wake up. i needed a day to sleep in and wake up at whatever time i liked cos for the past few weeks i have been going out early in the morning every day even on weekends. did laundry the whole morning and i think i've become 80 without even realizing it. was squating in the toilet scrubing my white jacket and shorts, cos there wasnt a stool for me to sit on, and when i stood up there was this intense pain in my back. took me a while to recover and now i'm still aching. hope squashing later would make it all better. i sort of realised that i havent had anything to eat or drink since morning so i had some biscuits and water. there wasnt much food left in the house cos i havent been doing grocery shopping for a long time. working really makes me not wanna do anything but sit at home and have a good rest by watching tv and surfing the net. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;will have to go to the bank later to get a new bank book. the one that i have now is almost full, think i have too many tansactions cos i use alot of nets to pay for my stuff. haha. and that's how my money just vanishes into thin air. will be going down for sqaush and marcus yq huiwen will be there. not sure who else but i get to play with marcus!! think he'll want to run at the track again. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11616417-2072116939751104126?l=pinkphreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkphreak.blogspot.com/feeds/2072116939751104126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11616417&amp;postID=2072116939751104126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11616417/posts/default/2072116939751104126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11616417/posts/default/2072116939751104126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkphreak.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-dream-man.html' title='my dream man.'/><author><name>sabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524053800034660535</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-11616417.post-1258071160665771398</id><published>2007-06-07T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T23:11:16.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shopping, never more then enough!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;had a hard time wake up for work again. was suppose to sleep earlier last night but i ended up uploading pictures into the email one by one and sending them to robin. haha. i went to sleep at about 12 and he woke me up with his call at around 1230 thinking that i was still awake, uploading files and bombarding his email with complains about how tired i was. haha. he felt so bad cos he woke me up and cos i had to sit in front of the comp for a few hours sending him the pictures, so now he owes me a drink and muffin at starbucks, drink for sending the pictures and muffin for waking me up. heh. and i owe him his birthday present which i have already bought. yay!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;during lunch break at work sam lent me a book on relationships called "men are clams, women are crowbars". it's about the differences between a man and a woman that makes conflicts arise very easily and the book tells you how to overcome the problem by understanding the other party better and how they react and think in different situations. It's a christian book so it said something like it is easier for most christians to solve their conflicts cos they have God in their lives. i dunno how having God as a third party works, but my mom always tells me that when a couple quarrel, they kinda take a step back first to reflect on God and remember his word about getting angry too easily and try to talk things over with your other half in a calm manner...or something like that. haha. maybe i'll only really understand what she really means when i get a husband. anyways, i went to sleep after reading at about 1320 and woke up at 1345 again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;after lunch i had to do a mundane job. i had to print out letters to all our local third party vendors to inform them about us changing our payment system to the giro system. so i had to copy the company name and their addresses from an excel spreadsheet and paste it onto the word document with the same letter content used for every letter and print. it was copy paste print, copy paste print, cpoy paste print....half way while copying pasting and printing, it became only my subconscious mind working and the main brain was sleeping, i remebered it felt like i suddenly woke up from a trance and found myself still copying pasting and printing. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;after work i went shopping with sam! took the company bus down to toapayoh and took the train down to orchard mrt and walked to fareast plaza. we only stayed at the basement cos for some reason sam didnt wanna go up. mark came after a while and we went to eat fried mars bar and then had subway for dinner. had my usual cold cut trio plus ice lemon tea plus cookies. yumms! had a fruitful shopping trip today, but i still wanna go bugis with esther to get a pair of black jeans and heels. i bought a pair of 3quarts from Red2, a black dress and a christmasy looking knee length skirt from This Fashion. i also wanted to get this white formal looking dress cos i looked great it in but it was a little too transparent, plus it was the last piece and had some dirty spot on it, so i had to give it up in the end. but i knew that even if i got it i wouldnt wear it much, maybe i'll only wear it once if i ever have a formal function to attend and that would be it. smart decision. ken would be proud or me  :)))  haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;can feel my throat closing up. i've probably been eating too many chocolates at work cos i get bored easily and had fried mars bar too. think i'll go shower and drink buckets full of water before i sleep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;oo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;oo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;ss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11616417-1258071160665771398?l=pinkphreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkphreak.blogspot.com/feeds/1258071160665771398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11616417&amp;postID=1258071160665771398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11616417/posts/default/1258071160665771398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11616417/posts/default/1258071160665771398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkphreak.blogspot.com/2007/06/shopping-never-more-then-enough.html' title='shopping, never more then enough!'/><author><name>sabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524053800034660535</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-11616417.post-2479198504720650173</id><published>2007-06-06T20:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T21:50:32.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>durian!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;had a durian outing last night. yongqi was suppose to come along, but he had food poisoning and couldnt make it in the end. so it was dan seejun and me. they went to school for squash and i had OT. came home at about 830 and dan drove over at about 915 cos we were suppose to eat the hokien mee. but once again, the store was closed by the time we got there. in the end we went to some place at balesteir to eat dinner. ordered a few plates of different things to share. there happened to be a fruit shop near by that sold durian, so we went to eat there. we only had one durian that weighed 2+ kg and it cost 40 bucks!!! got home at about 1130 and watched some tv before i went to sleep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;woke up at 630 this morning although i set my alarm 6am. ailian was on MC today cos she wasnt feeling well and sam sent our kitten to the vet to get sterilized so she took the day off. had a busy day at work and surprisingly i wasnt feeling very tired only until after i had lunch. i fell asleep at 1315 and only woke up at 1345. didnt know why nobody bothered to wake me up. haha. managed to complete everything by the time i left, so tmw i think it'll be a very slack day for me. darn...i like busy, busy gooood! haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;on the bus ride home i noticed that most of the china workers had really expensive phones. i really wonder how they afford those phones when they are paid so much lesser then i do. or maybe they work their butts off and earn like 10 times more then me. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;i'll be sleeping early tonight. so tired! i havent been sleeping before 12 for the past few weeks. my eye rings are getting darker and darker....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11616417-2479198504720650173?l=pinkphreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkphreak.blogspot.com/feeds/2479198504720650173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11616417&amp;postID=2479198504720650173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11616417/posts/default/2479198504720650173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11616417/posts/default/2479198504720650173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkphreak.blogspot.com/2007/06/durian.html' title='durian!'/><author><name>sabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524053800034660535</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-11616417.post-5280758792185776997</id><published>2007-06-03T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T00:28:48.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shopping!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i've been trying to do my quiet time faithfully for the past few weeks. so everyday i'll blog about what i learn. haha. i thought it would be better to do my quite time the morning, but every day i wake up only to have enough time to get ready and make it on time for the company bus. so i've been doing it every night instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;last night's main idea was: Resentment comes from looking at others; contentment comes from looking at God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When anger lingers in our heart,&lt;br /&gt;It poisons all we think and do;&lt;br /&gt;When faith seeks ways to show God's love&lt;br /&gt;It keeps our spirit strong and true.&lt;br /&gt;-D. De Haan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;my main problem is that i get jealous when i see other couples holding hands on the streets or hugging on the trains, and then i start to get all emo and think about stuffs. in a sense, it's sort of coverting after what is not mine and one of the 10 commandments is something like thou shall not covert your neighbours property. i'm not really wanting to have the guys that i see, i just want to have that feeling that they have, the special someone to hold and love. haha. ah wells, i've been learning to look away and think about something else when i see couples lovey-dovey-ing. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;was late for church again this morning. i think i got a problem with being early when i go out. i spend alot of time getting ready and i like to laze around before getting up even though i only give myself just enough time to get ready. haha. after sunday school i got a lift from aunty geak hong to clementi mrt and made my way to serangoon to return my gown. found out that the last day to return it is today, if i returned it any later i would loose my deposit. met marcus at about 245 in town to go do some shopping for the people who i owe birthday presents too. haha. we went for lunch at cine long john's and then made our way down to the australian university show at orchard hotel just for the fun of it and to look for joshua. i havent seen him in the longest time cos he's always so busy with army. i went to look at the RMIT booth and got a brocher just to take a look. the campus looks like some castle from the olden days. haha. kinda cool. but when i saw the costs of accomodation it was quite a turn off cos it cost as much as the school fees. scary! think it was meant for me to study in singapore right from the very beginning although i really would love the experiences from overseas study. when joshua was done signing up for ANU - mechnical engineering, 3 of us went for the PC show at suntec. it was super crowded. josh met his army friends and went to buy a camera. marc and i went looking around cos he had to buy a printer for his cuz. josh called and said he was leaving cos he had to book in tonight so he had to rush home to get ready. i didnt get to say goodbye, but we'll meet real soon...right josh?? haha. it was so crowded in there that i couldnt wait to get out. they provided a trolley along with the printer so that we could drag it around with ease. had dinner at carls junior and i told marc about what the beef patty were made of and i think he wont touch a burger ever again. almost spoilt his appetite cos i told him about it even before he started eating. haha. took a train down to toapayoh, cos that was where he parked his car, and then he drove me home. i found it funny when he took out the road map cos i've mostly been in cars of older drivers who knows almost ever road in Singapore so their road maps are probably rotting somewhere at the back of the car. haha. had a relaxing ride home and really enjoyed it cos i was so tired. felt kinda bad cos i kept yawning throughout the day when i was the one that pulled marc to come out with me. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;just watched ugly betty and i think it's getting a little wee bit too dark for my liking. i thought it would a comedy kinda fun happy show...but the story is getting more and more complicated and i dun have the motivation to come home to watch it every sunday anymore. work tmw and it's already 12.16am. shall go have my beauty sleep now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;oo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;oo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;ss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11616417-5280758792185776997?l=pinkphreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkphreak.blogspot.com/feeds/5280758792185776997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11616417&amp;postID=5280758792185776997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11616417/posts/default/5280758792185776997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11616417/posts/default/5280758792185776997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkphreak.blogspot.com/2007/06/shopping.html' title='shopping!'/><author><name>sabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524053800034660535</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-11616417.post-8082334405189004446</id><published>2007-06-02T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T22:53:13.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'>permanently baby crazy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;forced myself to wake up at 830 this morning so i could get ready to go for the Watermelon Party that i agreed to help at. the watermelon party was organised by my church for the kids at the Cashew Heights condo and they'll be having another party on the 16th of june, and i'll most probably be helping out again. uncle joseph picked me up from the bus stop near my place and we went there ealier to set up all the games. my game was a board of many watermelon pictures with different scores and there were nails sticking out on the board on each watermelon. the kids were suppose to throw rubber bands and try get them around the nails, each kid should be given 5 rubber bands. but then it was nearly impossible to get any ringed around the nails cos the rubber bands were just too flimsy, so i gave each kid like 20 tries. i just couldnt bear to see their upset faces when they couldnt get a point. they were all so adorable and some of the mothers who brought their older children to the party also had babies. one daddy brought 3 sons, and the youngest son is a 2 year old named luke. he's so CUTE!! lydia junmei and i were like crazy over him and couldnt keep our hands off him and his cheeks. haha. i carried him for the longest time cos he was just so cuddly and cuddly! lydia and junmei fed him potato chips and he loved it, he just kept eating it non stop while he held on to a kinder bueno chocolate, squishing it. haha. i only passed him to kahhwee when my arm got tired and also cos i saw another baby i wanted to carry. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;the party ended with lots of food and i made my way down to woodlands to meet nisa saadiah naddiah jermin and kc to go play badminton. cos naddiah and jermin were going to be a little late, i dragged nisa and saadiah to go to the nokia care center with me so i could get my phone fixed. but then when it got to my turn the lady said that they would have to upgrade the phone system and all the data would be erased. so i like "NO! i'll come back another day after i've saved all my data into my comp" and only after i walked away jermin and nisa brought to my attention that all my data were actually saved in my memory card which they wouldnt touch. wanted to turn back and ask the lady to just get it fixed for me, but there were already the next customer at the seat. so i had to go back again after badminton cos we were already late. met kc near the mrt cos he rode his bike over from home. made our way down to the sports complex and started our game of crazy badminton until 4. i had to go barefooted cos i couldnt be bothered to bring a pair of shoes to play. haha. i realised i've been doing alot of sports this week, squash cycling and badminton. and i almost went swimming on thursday but it rained. anyways, it was a very short meeting but we all had fun catching up. nis left to meet her love, naddiah went out to somewhere, jermin went to meet junjie to watch shrek 3, and saadiah kc and i went back to the nokia care center. waited for about 30 minutes before my turn came, my stomach was growling non stop for some reason....maybe cos i didnt eat breakfast and lunch. haha. we went to banquet to have dinner and talked alot of nonsense, alot of crap came out from kc. haha. we all left at 6 plus for home. i was phoneless for a good 2 hours, and i felt kinda lost cos i didnt know the time, didnt have my music to listen to on the long journey home. fell asleep on the bus and kept knocking onto the poor lady that sat beside me. i had to hold on to the chair infront cos the bus was the very old model and had seats that were 3/4 the size of the seats on the newer buses. almost fell off the chair a few times. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;came home and ate the durian my aunty bought for us. now my throat feels all closed up. think i'm getting a sore throat soon. but nothing can stop me from going out on tuesday for my durian feast with dan and yq!!! trying to drink tons of water now so i can enjoy the yummiest durians :))) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11616417-8082334405189004446?l=pinkphreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11616417.post-2642280981152350974</id><published>2007-06-02T00:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T01:47:27.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sabby loves her late night suppers!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;just came back from a late night supper of prata and teh halia. was feeling so tired the whole day. fell alseep at my desk before work started and was only woken up by yvonne at 9. oops. had so much to do today and she wanted me to OT. i begged my way out of it and she let me go, but with the condition i OT on monday if i couldnt finish posting all the documents for month end closing. but i dun mind OT. i love OT. haha. more money, and it's better then being home with nothing to do but face the computer or tv. ailian, sam and i went to the meeting room to take a nap and chit chat during our lunch break, after lunch of cos. it was a nice place to sleep cos we could switch off the lights, but the chairs were a little too uncomfortable. we went back to work at 1345 when we were suppose to be at our desks at 1330. haha. nobody bothers as long as we do our job well and efficiently. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;mark came to pick sam up for dinner after work. ailian took the bus to bedok and i took the bus to clementi. duncan came up the same bus as me and we talked the whole way. although i had to come up with random stuff to keep the conversation going. haha. it was really so random that i think he got a shock when the topic changed from one to another without any link. haha. he was suppose to alight at the chinese garden stop, but he decided to accompany me all the way to clementi so he could take a train to town. it was nearer for him too anyways...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;i was the first to reach uncle clarence's house and only found out that uncle clarence was away on his personal holiday to go diving, aunty geak hong was at some dinner function and jessie was at camp. haha. wanted to sleep for a while but amazingly i wasnt tired when i got there. so i watched the channel u show while waiting for the rest to come. kahhwee nic deb evelyn and sharon came not long after and we had dinner at 8 after the show ended. uncle clarence's maid cooked dinner for us, roasted chicken wings, baked potatoes, and salad. yumms...haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;nigel came when we were all done with our dinner and he ate the left overs. started bible study at bout 9 plus and deb was leading. there was no guitarist so we had to sing a cappella. haha. cell ended at 10 plus 11 and we went for supper cos it was a long time since we went for a prata "party". haha. we were talking about stuff and one topic was on how some of the couples kahhwee knew who broke up after going for pre-marriage counselling because they realised how different their values and stuff were. i think people now adays fail to realise the significance of marriage or even what love or passion is about. love is not forever, but it takes time and alot of effort to make things work. it's like during courtship when both sides do their very best to make each other happy, but then they stop after marriage becos they feel like they already got what they wanted. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;these few days i've been feeling so tired. i dunno if it's physically or mentally or both. but when i get the chance to sit down and rest for a while i always think about how good it would be if i had someone that i could lean my head against and hold me so i can forget about the world cos i know that he or she is there to protect me. i really miss my daddy and mommy. on mother's day during youth group, each of us had to say one thing about mothers. when it came to my turn, i just broke down and cried half way while talking. i guess the people there understood why i cried. when you have your mom always by your side and when you have to face her everyday, you just take her for granted, shout at her when you are not in the best of moods, and if she starts to nag at you, you just wished you were somewhere else instead of being home. i really miss the homely feeling i use to get when i could come home knowing that there'll be someone in the house wanting to know how your day has been. that i could give my daddy a hug and my mommy a kiss before i go to bed. lots of people think that without parents around, the 3 of us became wild and did whatever we liked. but i guess it's the same for jet and sam, that we didnt like coming home to an empty house. i would rather stay out all night then to come home and lie in bed knowing that there's no one else at home but me.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i definately would like to have someone that will always there for me, like what sam has, but i'm not ready to go through another relationship just so i can have a nice warm hug whenever i need one. some people pick themselves up quickly when they fall. some prefer to lie on the ground for a little while before they decide it's time to get up. i guess for me, i'm sitting up. i've left my past as it is and know that i wouldnt wanna relive it again, but i just wanna rest before i stand up and start moving forward again. i'm learning to occupy myself in little ways, so maybe that's why i enjoy working. evelyn said that i'm at the best age to go out to meet people and make new friends, but then where do i start? my work place has not many people my age and most of them there are aunties, uncles, indian workers or china workers...haha. i just wanna find people i can travel with, but so far my friends are all kinda busy, cant step out of singapore without their parents, or have no money to travel. i really envy sam cos she has been on so many holidays with her friends, US Genting Vietnam Austraila and still counting...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;when will my life take me on an interesting journey?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11616417-2642280981152350974?l=pinkphreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkphreak.blogspot.com/feeds/2642280981152350974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11616417&amp;postID=2642280981152350974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11616417/posts/default/2642280981152350974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11616417/posts/default/2642280981152350974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkphreak.blogspot.com/2007/06/sabby-loves-her-late-night-suppers.html' title='sabby loves her late night suppers!'/><author><name>sabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524053800034660535</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-11616417.post-4089604815374838389</id><published>2007-05-31T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T23:31:29.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pirates!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;this is the first time i've ever blogged three times in a day. haha. dun even think i've blogged twice in a day before. anyways, i'm just here to talk about how sexy orlando bloom looks when he's drenched from head to toe. everytime he kissed keira knightly i would imagine it was me. sighhss...haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;johnny depp and orlando bloom were the only 2 things that made the movie interesting. the whole time during the show i had no idea what was being said in their piratey conversations except for the obvious parts like the voting of elizabeth swan to become the king of pirates or something like that. and i think the whole movie had a big misconception about singapore. first of all, singapore wasnt called singapore like a thousand years ago when pirates existed, and singapore is not part of china. the people they used were obviously china looking people and the early days singapore were mostly populated with malays. they should have done their research before actually using singpore's name in such a big movie like that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;the ending was a bit upsetting cos it was obviously NOT a happy ending! how can anybody be happy with the fact that they are only allowed to see their other half once every 10 years??? if they produce a part 4 for pirates, i would expect it to be much much much better then part 2 and 3, and i would need a happy ending. i'm almost half dead now, need some shut eye. *yawn*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11616417-4089604815374838389?l=pinkphreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkphreak.blogspot.com/feeds/4089604815374838389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11616417&amp;postID=4089604815374838389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11616417/posts/default/4089604815374838389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11616417/posts/default/4089604815374838389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkphreak.blogspot.com/2007/05/pirates.html' title='pirates!!'/><author><name>sabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524053800034660535</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-11616417.post-2694646990707171004</id><published>2007-05-31T15:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T15:55:50.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'>michael buble!</title><content type='html'>got this michael buble song from yongqi yesterday. i originally wanted to buy the album when i get my pay, but i cannot wait so long just to get this song. haha. i love it. it's my fave song now. his voice is so dreamy... i'm in love :)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11616417-2694646990707171004?l=pinkphreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkphreak.blogspot.com/feeds/2694646990707171004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11616417&amp;postID=2694646990707171004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11616417/posts/default/2694646990707171004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11616417/posts/default/2694646990707171004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkphreak.blogspot.com/2007/05/michael-buble.html' title='michael buble!'/><author><name>sabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524053800034660535</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-11616417.post-1997504610510393788</id><published>2007-05-31T14:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T15:38:47.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yawn...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I"M FINALLY HOME!!! after spending 31 hours outside...it's seriously tiring, but it was FUN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;shall start with the day we had to be at work at 630am for stock take:&lt;br /&gt;bought breakfast for ailian and simon from macs and ate breakfast at the canteen that always stinks. started work at about 645 cos simon was super late and as usual, ailian ate slowly. haha. sam and i were assigned to the colour room where we had to make sure the workers weighed the chemicals properly and recorded it correctly, and then sign on the paper to prove that we checked it. it was really stuffy inside and the smell of the leather didnt help one bit. after a while i felt like vomiting and was a little dizzy, so i had to lean against one of the containers to keep myself from swaying. the workers went for their break at 830 and sam and i went into the airconditioned production office to rest. came back out at 9 and started doing audits again but felt much better after the rest. duncan happened to  be there doing something with the computer, didnt have much time to chat with him cos the workers were weighing the chemicals at the other end of the room, so had to follow them around. yvonne came around a few times to make sure everything was okay and i asked her about how to get a small piece of leather so that i could use it as a mouse pad. i saw the workers use those leather to wipe their hands clean so i thought i would probably be worthless. yvonne was so NICE! she helped me ask the production ppl and let me choose from about 6 different leather samples. sam took one too. she said that these samples were actually being sold as scrap but it didnt matter if we took a few. so nice right?? i just love her. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;the stock take lasted till 11 plus and ailian and simon ended their's much earlier. went back up to our office and ailian was already gone. haha. we all took half day leave cos it was a little tiring for us to continue working till, ailian left at 1030 so didnt get to say goodbye. mark came at about 12 plus to pick us up and he drove us to his house so that he could change into something nicer for dinner outing with sam at night, and i finally got to see how his farm looked like. i expected much more, but guess in singapore most farms look like that. haha. it's pretty cool though. and then when he was done he drove us back home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;reached home about 2 and took a short nap before meeting yongqi at dover MRT. finally going down to play squash!!! dan was there by the time we got down and he was playing a match with gladys. there was a competition organised by SMU that was going on in SP and some of my squash juniors and seniors signed up for it. i didnt know bout it so i didnt sign up for it, but even if i knew i probably wouldnt have the time and energy to go train everyday after work. got myself an empty court and played a match with yongqi. he won the first set and our scores were pretty close, but then during the second match he started to cough real badly so he had dan come in and play with me. haha. dan's crazy larrr!!! make me run like hell. haha. my thighs were aching by the end of the match and dan kept laughing at my face cos it was super red! haha. my face always turns red when i do sports, but he said that this time was redder then any of the other time i squashed. i think it was becos of the red bull i drank before the game. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;watched some of the matches that went on while i rested, and i was trying to hide my face at the same time. if not ppl would have came up to me and comment bout how red my face was. hurmph. dan went to play a game with one of the bruni guys. there were a bunch of them involved in the games, and they were apparently hired by singapore to be mercenaries. and they were all damn fit. hot bods, tan, hot bods....haha. dan's game ended about 930 and we were suppose to go eat the hokien mee near my home, and dan's been wanting to try for ages, but after cooling down and stuff it was already close to 10. so we decided to go chomps instead since dan had the car. the whole ride there was kinda scary cos yongqi wanted to try drive to chomps and dan had to sit beside him to guide him there, and during the whole trip dan was nagging at yq, or should i say passionately coaching. haha. he stalled the car twice in the middle of the high way, but there was a jam so luckily no cars were speeding behind us or i did be the first to die =S &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;odered the usual yummies at chomps and yq treated us. i think he had too much money left from his japan trip so he wanted to spend it all. haha. surprisingly i didnt cost alot. for 3 ppl to eat there and spend less then 40 is considered a miracle. haha. dan sent yq back home, and cos sam and jet were spending the night out and dan was too lazy to drive me all the way home from bishan and i also had to be at douby ghaut at 9 the next morning to meet the youths, i spent the night at his place. thought of going to ken's but didnt wanna bother him. we talked until about 2 and then decided to go sleep, but when the lights were off, we continued talking cos somehow we was not as tired as when the lights were still switched on. heh. i think i only fell asleep at 3 plus 4. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;was suppose to get up at 730, but i lazed around and only went to wash up at 825. lol. was late, but i kinda knew that the rest would be late so i didnt rush myself. dan walked me to the bus stop at the back of his house and i took a bus to toapayoh and then a train down to douby ghaut. met up with the peeps and only headed for east coast at about 10. deb nic and me wanted to blade while the kids wanted to cycle. but cos the blades were renting for 10 bucks per 2 hours and the bikes were 5 bucks per 2 hours, we kinda went for the bikes in the end. my thighs were aching from squashing and i had to strain a little just to peddle across grass patches and up slope. we cycled to where the walk-for-bibles carnival was held and i kinda expected more excitment. i thought there would be tons of ppl, ballons flying everywhere and plenty of games, but it was quite a sad scene. haha. there were only 3 activity stations there and tug of war was one of them. we wanted to participate, but they were already in the middle of their competition so we went to sit at the beach instead. lydia, jessie and jun may were playing near the waters, and apparently they were playing "SIAM the wave!" haha. but then this weird wave came so smoothly and then all of a sudden jumped up into a bigger wave and soaked their shoes. haha. the 3 of them had to go barefooted cos it was disgusting to let their feet be squished into wet shoes. we had free lunch from the carnival and then went back to return our bikes. i lent lydia and jun may the slippers i was wearing and they took a side each, so they could hop around on one leg where the floor was burning hot. and i wore my squash shoes cos they were with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;after the whole thing the other people took a bus to uncle joseph's house while i shared a cab back with that 3 girls cos they obviously couldnt take the bus with one slipper each. sent them to jessie's house so that they could wash up before heading down to uncle joseph's for the pirates marathon. i came home cos i need a nice hot shower and to get out of my smelly squash shirt and shorts. will be meeting them at jurong point later tonight to watch pirates 3. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;back to work tmw! hmm, just found out that simon was "sacked" because there were too many temp staff and too little things to do. haha. sam and i covered most of ailian's duties so she also was slacking and doing her work extra slowly so she wouldnt have to go looking around for work that needs to be done, like what sam and i have been doing for the past week. but i think it'll get busier for me next week cos the perm staff that took over my duties have so much more to complete and it's already the month end closing. i really wonder how she'll survive next month when i would no longer be available to help her with her duties....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;think i'll go take a short nap now. dun wanna fall asleep half way through pirates...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;cheers :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11616417-1997504610510393788?l=pinkphreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkphreak.blogspot.com/feeds/1997504610510393788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11616417&amp;postID=1997504610510393788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11616417/posts/default/1997504610510393788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11616417/posts/default/1997504610510393788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkphreak.blogspot.com/2007/05/yawn.html' title='yawn...'/><author><name>sabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524053800034660535</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-11616417.post-4907999531787190177</id><published>2007-05-29T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T22:47:56.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>swensens!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;had a fun day at work. lunch break was 2 hours long cos we went out to give serene a farwell lunch at the swensens at jurong point. was in the company car with ailian, jaq, jasmine, jessica [think she's jessica. i've bad memory], and yvonne drove. we got there last cos the carpark was almost full and it was hard finding a parking spot, and yvonne also had problems parking right cos the lot was a little squeezy. haha. they had a pirates menu for some promotion thingy, but the food didnt look that good. so i chose from the normal menu and i ordered a shirloin steak cos everytime i eat at swensens it'll always be fish bake rice. haha. and since the company was paying for the lunch i thought i did order somethign different for a change and whatever i wanted to. haha. a senior manager that works in china came back for a short trip and he joined us for the lunch. he had a reputation of being a flirt and most of the time during the lunch i was made fun of cos apparently, the guy kept doing things that made them link it to me. one incident when he was kinda like showing off his new camera and took it out wanting to take pictures or videos, and i was sitting on the left side of the table, then when he went one round the girls and the right side of the tables started joking that he shouldnt pretend to take everyone's picture and only really click the button when it was me in it. lame lor. felt so uncomfortable the whole time.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;there was this waiter who looked like a small boy and he had such a manly name, Theodore. roar!!! haha. like some ancient greek name. haha. when he was clearing our table, he accidently  spilled sauce at the back of the senior manager. he didnt get angry but joked with the waiter until the poor boy almost cried, he kept apologising. haha. in the end, the gave him the Pirates shirt that they all have to wear, so he became one of them for the day. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;by the time we got back to the office it was already 3pm. and it was a good thing too cos i didnt have much things to do. only until the end of the day that i got stuffs to complete, but i can only start on them tmw. i havent gotten my pay yet and apparently, the person incharged kinda mistook my sister as me and totally forgot bout me. so she paid my sister but not me. how nice.... but i'll most likely get the money by tmw. if i dun i'm going to scream at them. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;thursday's going to be kinda fun, going to east coast in the morning and then watching pirates at night. finally get to watch it. ppl around me have been talking about it and i have to run away everytime they discuss the movie. haha. watching Miss Universe now. i think some of the ladies looks weird. and singapore's rep was prettier then come of the top 15... sam checked the webby and we already know that Japan would win. somehow the asians seem more popular this round. korea won the 2nd runner up, but i feel that korea looks better than japan, although they both look alike. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;tmw's stock take day and the temp staff, meaning ailian sam simon and me, got to be there at 630am... so early! but yvonne's got to be there at 6am, so poor thing. i think she's so nice that she gets bullied alot. she's the nicest boss ever, sadly i'm no longer under her. sighhs...better sleep early tonight :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;chaos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11616417-4907999531787190177?l=pinkphreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkphreak.blogspot.com/feeds/4907999531787190177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11616417&amp;postID=4907999531787190177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11616417/posts/default/4907999531787190177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11616417/posts/default/4907999531787190177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkphreak.blogspot.com/2007/05/swensens.html' title='swensens!'/><author><name>sabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524053800034660535</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-11616417.post-1310364124879365172</id><published>2007-05-27T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T00:33:25.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my choice</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;went for iHope yesterday at ACJC. the main speaker was Sy Rogers and he shared his testimony and life story with us. he had an interesting past and i think many people are still skeptical about whether he is actually really changed his ways because of his prominent mannerism and accent. but by God's grace, he's a new man and he started a family of his own 25 years ago and has a 21 year old daughter today. to all who are curious about his past, he was actually a homosexual and he had to live as a woman for 2 years before he was allowed to go through he sex change operation. and one day when he was meditating [those yoga kinda thingy] God spoke to him and he broke down and asked God to show him a sign. and 3 days later the center where he was going to have his operation shut down because the founder said that research showed that people who go through sex change do not lead a better life style and it doesnt help them emotionally. his life story is a little long for me to tell here, but apparently the whole world knew about him because people wrote about him in newspaper articles and stuff.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;we had 3 sessions where we could choose from a list of topics to see which one was more relevant to us because of the different age groups. Sy Rogers was the speaker in 2 of the sessions i chose and i think he's a really good speaker. probably with all the experiences he went through he could advise us on what to do and how to react to situations. and it was only during the Q&amp;A session that i learnt alot more. one girl wrote on a piece of paper for the Q&amp;A that she is in an unhealthy relationship with her boyfriend and she knew that it was displeasing to God. but she didnt want to break up and loose her boyfriend just because she wanted to choose a healthier relationship instead. Sy Rogers said something that impacted me, he said that God doesnt force us to leave someone or do something just because he knows what's best for us. instead he gives us a choice to choose the path we want to lead and of cos he'll be pleased if we choose to honor Him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;i guess i made that decision a long time ago and i chose the path that i felt would honor God. but until yesterday i realised that part of me still clinged on very tightly to what didnt belong to me anymore and it was holding me back instead of pushing me forward to a promising future. and after yesterday i've decided that if i wanna truely give my life to God i would have to surrender my past to him and lead a whole new life. it's definately going to be a hard journey but i know i can do it. life's never easy and doesnt always go your way. but by fully trusting in God i know i wouldnt have to worry about what tmw might bring because i'm sure that he'll take me through it all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;went out for lunch with nic deb sam jet at mayim to celebrate jet's birthday which is on the 30th of may. kinda ordered alot and was really full at the end, but i still had space for my desert, MANGO PUDDING! twas really good! yall should go try it one day. i could have eaten another bowl of it but it's a little too expensive, 3 buckeroos! sam paid for the bill and treated all of us cos she got her pay already. i wonder what happened to my pay cos i havent gotten mine yet, and ailian and sam got theirs already...hmmm....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;went home to rest a little. was suppose to go squashing with dan and shaomin, but i was too tired and lazy to leave the house. if it was swimming i would have gone cos the weather was terribly HOT! my house felt like a greenhouse when i came home cos all the window were closed and the heat was trapped inside. sharon talked me into going for the Global Day of Prayer at the national stadium. they were just going for the youth worship at 6 and then leaving after at 7, so i thought as long as i could come home early to rest i wouldnt mind going. the only youth who went were sharon jessie and me. and the worship was surprisingly short. ended at 630. so we went out for dinner in town. Jessie wanted to get the Casting Crowns cd so we went to trumpet praise at PS. went to subway for dinner and after that walked all the way to far east so that jessie could try the heavenly FRIED MARS BAR!!! haha. if you havent tried it yet, i strongly encourage you to. it's super yummy&lt;/span&gt; :)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;walked around far east and went window shopping. saw a bangle at ice lemon tea and i thought it was pretty, but i didnt know if it matched any of my clothes, and i would also have to wear it up at my arm and all my fats would be squished out around it. so ugly. haha. so decided not to get it in the end. walking around make me wanna go shopping at bugis street once i get my pay. there's so many things i wanna get!! i've been saying this ever since who-knows-when because i really need new clothes. been wearing the same things over and over again. i'm also looking for long pretty  skirts. long skirts has always been my thing, just that it's hard to find one that i really like. if yall know me well enough, you'll know that i dun like to wear short skirts and i'm mostly in jeans. during poly days i could wear jeans the whole week. probably the same pair cos i only have 2 pairs of jeans. haha. only lately i've been giving my denim skirts a chance to get out of the closet, but i still hardly wear them and only if both my jeans are in the wash then i would have no choice but to wear them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;i hope i'll get my pay by tuesday. but tmw, i'll have to go all the way down to seragoon broadway to return my graduation gown and get back my 50 bucks. then tuesday would be squashing day with dan and whoever is going to be there. i've become a little rusty. been a long while since i squashed. have my week well planned out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;oh ya, there's a tail-less baby lizard running around the walls near my babies - kenny and hammy. it's disgusting. i wonder where the tail went to. have a feeling it's somewhere near the computer table because a few weeks ago jet was trying to catch it but it ran inbetween the cracks of the cupboard. aarrggghh! so gross...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11616417-1310364124879365172?l=pinkphreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkphreak.blogspot.com/feeds/1310364124879365172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11616417&amp;postID=1310364124879365172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11616417/posts/default/1310364124879365172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11616417/posts/default/1310364124879365172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkphreak.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-choice.html' title='my choice'/><author><name>sabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524053800034660535</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-11616417.post-6884647140682144553</id><published>2007-05-22T20:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T20:17:23.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sp graduate</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;skipped work today to go for my graduation. forced ken to come see me graduate and he ended up dragging hazel along. haha. sam and mark were suppose to come to but in the end they couldnt make it. was a little late cos i was fussing over my hair, didnt know if i should tie it up or let it down, to leave my fringe down or pin it up. in the end i pinned my fringe up and tied my hair into a pony tail. took a cab down to SP. the usher at the door kinda made me confused, i could have gotten angry at her...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;usher: hi. are u graduating?&lt;br /&gt;me: ya.&lt;br /&gt;usher: ok please proceed inside and put on your gown&lt;br /&gt;me: *walk in further*&lt;br /&gt;usher: please put on your gown now&lt;br /&gt;me: *look at her* now?&lt;br /&gt;a lecturer: there are mirrors inside for you to see yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;and i just walked in. thinking about it, i should have been pissed off at that usher. she expected me to wear the gown right in front her like saying that if i dun put it on at the main door i wont be able to go in at all.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;went into the seating area and almost everyone were seated already. found my seat beside azree and i was feeling a little nervous about going on stage with everyone looking at me. but in the end it was over within seconds. i cant even recall what happened on stage. like as if i was hypnotised or something. haha.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;after the whole ceremony the fun begins! taking pictures...!! went around finding familiar faces and at the same time trying to gather all my classmates to take a class photo. managed to take one class picture and caleb was in it to. haha. i took a picture with caleb too and he was like complaining about how many pictures he had to take. haha. ken was amazed at caleb's height. he has always known that i had a 1.9m tall lecturer, but only knew how tall 1.9m really is when he saw him in person. haha. here's a pic to show you how tall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r9dcyavzpI8/RlLtORsvuJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fBmC47HFAXM/s1600-h/CIMG4864.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r9dcyavzpI8/RlLtORsvuJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fBmC47HFAXM/s400/CIMG4864.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067373360270260370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;nisa left and ken and i went to the squash court. wanted to go visit the squash kids, but only a few of them were there. dan said he'll be there at 5 but wasnt! bluff me. haha. anyways, he missed out the chance of getting back all the money i still owe him from a long time ago. haha. jy passed me a cheque of 200 bucks that i previously paid in advance for the thailand trip. so happy! finally got money. haha. have been broke for way too long. i'll also be able to get back my 50 bucks deposit from the stupid gown we had to rent for the graduation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;went to sakae sushi at westmall and treated ken to dinner to celebrate me graduating. haha. actually, i've already in my mind accepted that i've graduated ever since i completed my last paper so i didnt really feel anything when i got my cert. but the dinner was just an excuse to go out. haha. came home feeling so tired, and tmw's back to work. made a new friend at work recently, his name is duncan. 24 this year. he's the IT guy i keep disturbing because the computers in the company are all so old and giving me so much problems, probably time to change to new models. he so quiet during office time but so chatty online. haha. will maybe try to get duncan to lunch with us tmw then can gossip about other people. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;cheeerrrss!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11616417-6884647140682144553?l=pinkphreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkphreak.blogspot.com/feeds/6884647140682144553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11616417&amp;postID=6884647140682144553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11616417/posts/default/6884647140682144553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11616417/posts/default/6884647140682144553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkphreak.blogspot.com/2007/05/sp-graduate.html' title='sp graduate'/><author><name>sabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524053800034660535</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/_r9dcyavzpI8/RlLtORsvuJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fBmC47HFAXM/s72-c/CIMG4864.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11616417.post-4437345711260810291</id><published>2007-05-20T13:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T14:44:39.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thank God for sundays</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;my comp's been so laggy these few days. cant stand it! i dunno if it's because i've too many things stored in the comp or if it's sam who had downloaded lots of internet tool bars that makes it so slow. keep asking jet to help me make it not so laggy but he's like too busy with his own stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;woke up late cos i slept at 12am last night and i had to rush out of the house after getting ready within 10 mins, but i was still a little late for church in the end. Pastor Timothy Phua was the speaker today and he's one of the well known speakers cos he's so funny and always have a million jokes to tell. we learnt about GRACE today and it really made me think about how bad i was at showing grace to other people. I guess for us christians, the motivation for us showing grace to others is because we know of the unconditional grace and love that God has shown to us, people who do not deserve it at all. during sunday school we discussed what we learnt in the sermon, and evelyn said something that really struck me hard. grace is something we do for others that casues inconvenience to ourselves. it is simple things like being nice to someone who is probably the most irritating person on earth, making friends with the outcast in your class even if it means that you would risk being an outcast yourself, or even giving up the seat for an elderly or pregnent woman no matter how tired you are after a long day of shopping. turthfully, i'm guilty of not doing all that i mentioned above. and only just yesterday while on my way home from rob's party, i was so tired and although i knew that there was a pregnent woman in front of me, i just sat there, i did have thoughts of giving up my seat, but my legs refused to budge. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;was talkint to hazel yesterday about how i was rejected by NTU and she told me that i could appeal to get in, keep appealing and make them irritated. haha. that's what i did. i prayed really hard that God would allow me to get in even with the shitty results i have. I know that i wouldnt be able to survive studying part time and working full time because i would then have to sacrifice alot of things like squash, friends, church and maybe even spending time at home with jet and sam. although studying part time and working full time would be a great advantage to me in the future, cos i'll be considered more valuable in the market then the graduates in 3 years time with all my working experiences, but i'm not ready to give up so many things. i'm still young and i still want to travel around the world and plan holidays with my friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;i'm really using this time i have now to renew my relationship with God. although i may not be mature as a person, i'm striving hard to become a mature christian. almost 20 years of my life have past and i havent done anything significant for God. i see what my parents are doing now and the sacrifice they make to obey God, and i wonder if God wants me to take the same path. I have a burden for orphans every since i was young and i have a great passion to work with children but never put this passion to use even when i was given a chance to teach the sunday school kids. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;it's really tough not knowing what my future would be like and i dont like the feeling of living day to day not knowing where i would be in a year's time. in poly it didnt bother me because i know i would still be in poly year after year if i passed all my modules, and it still didnt bother me in year 3 cos i thought i would go to university. but after getting really lousy results and being rejected from ntu, and having to decide whether i should work or study within such a short period of time, makes me all stressed up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i'll be really busy this coming friday, saturday and sunday. i've decided to not go for squash on friday, although i havent been going for such a long time and it kills me to hear that marcus went last friday, but i'll go for the church prayer meeting instead. and on saturday, it'll be a whole day of I-Hope, from 9am to night at ACJC. it's a youth thingy of many classes with different topics to choose from, probably speaking to youth who wants to know how to stay firm in this new age society where everyone may be leading you the wrong way, away from God. and then on sunday, i'll be going for the Global Day of prayer. it is a yearly event and i didnt go the previous year. i think it's so cool that every christian all around the world gather together on the same day and pray for the world. and God said that his presence will be there when 2 or more pray, imagine the whole church praying at the same time....wow! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;making drastic changes to my personal life right now, but i'll definately be the same ol' me. as fun as ever! lol. if you actaully even see me as a fun friend in the first place. i know i can be quite boring at times. haha. lots of tv shows to keep me entertained tonight: ugly betty, next top model and pepper denise. and then it's another week of work. OH OH! graduation this coming tuesday!!! yay!!! hope i dun get stage fright or trip on stage when shaking hands with the big-shot. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;oo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;oo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;ss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11616417-4437345711260810291?l=pinkphreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkphreak.blogspot.com/feeds/4437345711260810291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11616417&amp;postID=4437345711260810291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11616417/posts/default/4437345711260810291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11616417/posts/default/4437345711260810291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkphreak.blogspot.com/2007/05/thank-god-for-sundays.html' title='thank God for sundays'/><author><name>sabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524053800034660535</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-11616417.post-7924014903411225458</id><published>2007-05-19T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T22:30:49.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rob's 21st party</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;woke up at 930 to try pack up the house a little before the cleaner comes to clean up the entire house. she was suppose to come at 10 but still didnt show up at 1030, so i try calling her on her mobile but she didnt answer the call. in the end i had to do the cleaning myself. sam went out at 10 plus to bring the tabby cat to this place where people pay to put their animals at if they want a pet but dun want to take care of it at home. i cannot imagine that there are people in this world that would want to have a pet but only visit it whenever they like. it's like trying to do away with responsibility.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;sam said that tabby was very scared and hid in one corner cos there were so many other cats roaming aorund. the girl that was initially interested in adopting tabby suddenly changed her mind, and we couldnt accomodate 2 cats in the house because azaliah will get jealous and whenever she's angry she'll scratch us. because we have to keep tabby away from azaliah, she had to be locked in jet's room and she always makes a big mess in there. she rips everything in sight and the floor is always covered with shredded paper and cardboard. the room stinks so badly that i can smell it everytime i walk past. it was heartbreaking that tabby had to be put in that animal home, but we really have no choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;mark's puppy was sick and they sent it to the vet earlier. i wanted to see how the puppy looked like and so i decided to tag along with mark and sam to go pick him up. there were about 5 dogs waiting in line for a check up and they were all so cute! mark's puppy was cute too. makes me wanna have one of my own in the future. that is if i can afford to have one. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;they dropped me off at clementi so i could take a train down to PS to go for rob's 21st party. i was being stalked on my way there. there was this guy waiting for the train too at clementi and he kept looking at me. i mean everyone was looking at me today, girls, women, men...i think it was cos i was in a very pretty dress. haha. anyways, i could feel that he looked over at me a few times during the journey on the train, and when i got to raffles place, it was obvious that he wasnt getting off the train because he moved backwards when the crowd came in, but he only pushed his way through the crowd when he saw me getting off at raffles. then he stood not too far away from me while waiting for the next train to douby ghaut. the train that came was pretty empty so he stood nearby again, but when the crowd came in from cityhall, i purposely stood further away and was blocked by this really big guy, so i was hoping that the stalker wouldnt see me getting off at douby ghaut and follow me futher. so when i got off i quickly walk away, but as i was going up the escalator i saw him at the bottom. actually i wasnt scared of him, i just didnt like being stalked. haha. he wasnt some chikopek, he was actually quite good looking and probably aorund my age. but all i wanted to do was to shake him off, and i did! :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;called ken to find out where they were and headed down to the OP cafe at PS. i was late by the time i got there and rob, clara (rob's gf), ken, bryan, yihao and cheryl were already there. i was starving by that time cos i didnt eat anything since i woke up. didnt wanna eat a meal when everyone was just having desert, so i had a blueberry cheesecake and tea. yummy :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;being with them again made me remember how much i enjoyed the times when the bunch of us would hang out together, until ken thought that it would make him feel more at ease if his girlfriend didnt tag along at all. i had a great time chatting with all of them and shared 2 new lame jokes that i learnt from some friends recently. haha. clara was my age while the rest were one year older, so they were all so excited when they talked about the money they got for the GST credit thingy. only rob, clara and me didnt get the money, cos rob's a malaysian and clara and i were not 21 yet. talked to clara for a short while when the rest went to choose their cakes and found out that she is studying business admin in smu and she also knows some MG girls from my year. she was really nice to talk to and friendly, guess that's why rob likes her. they couldnt keep their hands off each other most of the time. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;zhen zhen and hazel came at about 4 plus. and we had more interesting things to chat and laugh about and had fun taking pictures...lots of pictures!!! only cheryl and zhen had cameras and the guys went crazy taking lots weird pictures with the surf boards used as decorations in the cafe. hazel clara and i just sat there chatting about uni life and exchange programmes while zhen zhen and cheryl became the camera women for those camera crazy guys. haha. at bout 7 we all left the cafe and rob paid for the bill. felt kinda bad cos it's his birthday and it should be us treating him. but he wouldnt have taken the money from us anyways. ken left for some other birthday party, yihao went back to SP for his lifesavers bbq gathering, zhen and hazel lwft for somewhere else, cheryl and bryan went out for dinner, rob sent clara home, and i went home too. i havent bought rob his gift yet cos i'm currently broke, told him that once i get my pay i'll buy him dinner and get his gift. heh. he was nice enough to let me off not feeling guilty. when i get my pay the first thing i'll do is go SHOPPING!!! going to drag esther all over bugis street and buy a bag, pair of black heels, pair of black jeans, more tops, rob's present, and last but not least, fix my phone. dropped my phone not long ago and now it's cranky, think i should get a better protective case for my beloved phone before i drop it again till it's beyond repair and i'll lose all my precious data in it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;the next gathering would be ken's 21st birthday in june. haha. it's actually a busy year for ken cos most of his friends are turning 21 this year and it's one of THE birthdays to invite all your friends to a party and get as many big presents as possible. haha. it'll be my turn next year! but i wanna stay 19 forever! one more year added to my life means one year nearer to death. haha. anyways, i'm enjoying my life now. had cell last night and it was FUN! talked about going for a pirates marathon, going for a trip to the durian farm in JB and have an "all you can eat" durian party for us durian lovers. and i'm also planning with sam a week holiday to go to cambodia in july with mark and then go to bangkok for a shopping trip before coming back to singapore. i'll also be away on the 19th to 22nd of june, will be going to JB with ben, nic and deb for some christian youth conference thingy to find God's will and know what He has already planned for our future.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;nick's coming back on the 19th of june! yay!! more food outings! he's planning to go cycling at ECP, but i might wanna rollerblade instead. test out my stamina after so many years of not rollerblading. WAKEBOARDING, here i come again!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11616417-7924014903411225458?l=pinkphreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkphreak.blogspot.com/feeds/7924014903411225458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11616417&amp;postID=7924014903411225458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11616417/posts/default/7924014903411225458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11616417/posts/default/7924014903411225458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkphreak.blogspot.com/2007/05/robs-21st-party.html' title='rob&apos;s 21st party'/><author><name>sabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524053800034660535</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-11616417.post-2044988223836873969</id><published>2007-05-17T20:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T21:48:19.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>17.05.2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;i just realised how much i love numbers. i can look at them the whole day trying to reconcile something and not get tired of constantly calculating and squeezing out all my brain juice just to try solve it. haha. but i must say, one of the qualities for being an accountant is to be merticulous, but i've made too many unforgivable mistakes and my supervisor's probably a little mad at me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;was talking to my collegues this afternoon after lunch about working at the company and i found out how little the permanent staff there were paid and we were made to work such long hours with no overtime pay for staff paid $1600 and above. i thought about the acca scholarship that i applied for and i knew that if i'm awarded the scholarship i would have to find another job with shorter working hours and somewhere nearer to where my classes would be. if i dont get the scholarship then i would probably either stay in the company till end of this year and start school at SIM in january08 or stay till june08 and start SIM in july08. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;hmm...thinking about it now. evelyn actually encouraged me to take up this CPA Austraila course that's as good as or maybe even better then ACCA. but it would require me to work for 3 years, something like internship, it's called the mentor program. i would also have to attend night classes i think. i'm not to sure about what the requirements are for getting into the course, will talk to evelyn bout it again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;i think the only think that draws me to working life is that i can earn much more pocket money for myself. haha. and it working doesnt require me to study for exams or memorize so many unnecessary things that could be easily refered to when needed, like stupid long formulae used in CF lessons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;anyways, there's this person at work that i kinda get irritated at all the time. i think it's just me cos ailian doesnt get as upset as me about what that person does. maybe i'm just a little too sensitive. but even just looking at that person makes me sick in the tummy. ken knows about it and asked me to tell that person off, but it's easier said then done. i'll have to face that person 5 days a week and it'll be so awkward if i told him off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;watching the 9pm show on channel 8 now. every couple should watch that show, lets you how the other gender thinks. it's a good show for men, cos most girls like to complain about how their boyfriends should attend classes on "how to understand women". haha. and i was one of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;going for cell at uncle clarence's house tmw, and then out to celebrate rob's 21st on saturday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;oo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;oo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;oo&lt;/span&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11616417-2044988223836873969?l=pinkphreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkphreak.blogspot.com/feeds/2044988223836873969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11616417&amp;postID=2044988223836873969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11616417/posts/default/2044988223836873969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11616417/posts/default/2044988223836873969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkphreak.blogspot.com/2007/05/17052007.html' title='17.05.2007'/><author><name>sabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524053800034660535</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-11616417.post-7299787480827436795</id><published>2007-05-15T18:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T19:24:21.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pierced</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;i couldnt stop thinking about what i found out from his blog yesterday. everytime i thought about it, i would feel my heart pierced. i guess he didnt tell me about his blog was cos he didnt want me to know all of those things about him and that girl. he thinks i'm upset about the breakup, which i'm not really that upset about, it's him lying to me that he didnt like her when i asked before. and it hurts me so bad that i was so easily forgotten, that he was able to push me out of his heart so fast and make room for some other girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;i kept asking myself if i really such a bad girlfriend, that during this 2 and a half years together was actually 2 and a half years of hell for him. was my silence in invisibility his peace and solitude? was every moment spent around me irritating to him? was i such a bore to be with that just right after we broke up, he immediately found happiness and his heart yearning for another girl which he has never met before. i read the words he said to her like "i look forward to your smses"...when i thought about it, he has never said things like these to me. was i such an easy catch that i wasnt worth being wooed and being told mushy stuffs? in his blog he wrote about how sad he'll get if she doesnt reply his smses, but if it were me, i think he wouldnt even be bothered, or rather prefered if i didnt contact him at all. i guess i found little things to quarel with him all the time because i wanna know that he still cares for me. i just didnt know that it'll cause the opposite effect, and cause him to dislike me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;maybe from the very start he didnt like me, but more of settled with me cos there was no other girl who would have accepted him. up to the very end, he made himself think that what he feels towards me is love. almost all of his friends knows him better than i do cos he tells them everything, and i recently realised that he prefered to confide in his female friends than in me, he tells them everything and keeps secrets for them. but when he's with me he always doesnt have anything to say. we'll just listen to music on the train or bus, watch a show at his home, and the only time we exchange words would probably be meaningless talk forced out just to break the silence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;my first real relationship, and it makes you wanna jump off the building.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;was i really such a bitch?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11616417-7299787480827436795?l=pinkphreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkphreak.blogspot.com/feeds/7299787480827436795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11616417&amp;postID=7299787480827436795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11616417/posts/default/7299787480827436795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11616417/posts/default/7299787480827436795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkphreak.blogspot.com/2007/05/pierced.html' title='pierced'/><author><name>sabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524053800034660535</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-11616417.post-6583918136005222869</id><published>2007-05-14T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T22:31:01.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm hating my life right now</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;i just read his blog and i really dunno what to feel right now. half of me wanna cry. half of me wanna feel like everything's okay cos i really have no right to feel anything. ever since 1st of april, i've kept every feeling inside of me. i really dunno who to talk to or who to cry to or who to get a comforting hug from. sam never seem interested when i'm telling her about my problems and she never gives me the answers that i'm looking for. she's most of the time out with mark and when she's home it'll be late and we'll just watch tv or sleep. i cant tell esther everything because i dun wanna cry in front of her. (esther, i know you're reading this...i just want you to know that i really appreciated the times you were there although i didnt tell u how i felt and i just put on a brave front. i thank you for praying for me everyday and giving me the assurance that something better is coming my way.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;work sucked today. i think God was trying to teach me a lesson for asking him to show me his will and yet because i got to comfortable in where i was, i neglected his word and turned to my own feelings. This new perm staff came and took over my job and my table today. i was then told that i had to move to the smelly stuffy meeting room filled with files and sit there all alone while the rest have each other's company in the finance department. in desperation, i went and told my boss that i wanted to become a perm staff, thinking that she would give me back whatever i had been doing all these while, but fat hope. i was still kicked out of my table and was made to teach her everything i've learnt the past 3 weeks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;she went to tell the finance manager about my decision and he brought me into the smelly meeting room and talked to me about converting to perm. he asked me what my plans were and made sure i considered carefully cos i think to him getting a degree should be the top on my list now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;but i have no movtivation to do anything now. after what i've been reading for the past hour and feeling my heart literally pierced everytime it turned hot and cold, hot and cold at every line i read....i really wonder if my past was a reality or a bad happy two and a half years dream that fogs my mind every second, even in my dreams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11616417-6583918136005222869?l=pinkphreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkphreak.blogspot.com/feeds/6583918136005222869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11616417&amp;postID=6583918136005222869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11616417/posts/default/6583918136005222869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11616417/posts/default/6583918136005222869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkphreak.blogspot.com/2007/05/im-hating-my-life-right-now.html' title='i&apos;m hating my life right now'/><author><name>sabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524053800034660535</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-11616417.post-1298406154813175319</id><published>2007-05-05T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T22:22:01.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'>work work work work</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;after labour day, i really became a labourer. had datelines to meet cos it's closing accounts week and i had to do many things cos i only took over the girl who left two weeks later and there was alot of work left undone for me to complete. my boss asked me to do OT that very day and although i wasnt expecting it, i had to stay. stayed till 930 with two other perm staff. and on thursday i stayed again, until 830. and friday until 9. and went back to work today, a saturday, from 9am to 7pm. i'm becoming a workerholic. haha. but i kinda enjoy what i do. and i like the company of my collegues. my boss is so nice. she has a son my age and a daughter two years younger. she doesnt scold me if i make mistakes. so nice right. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;i'm considering of staying on a more permanent basis. that is if i cant get into uni. and maybe if i do get the ACCA scholarship i'll work full time and study part time. if i like the job that much and i dont get the ACCA scholarship, then i'll study part time in SIM. too bad the company doesnt offer any support to staff who wants to further their studies. so if i wanna study i got to pay it myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i got sam a temp job there too. doing accounts too cos the company is so in need of accounts. seeing the way i did OT 4 days in a row will give you a rough idea of how much work we have. haha. hope she'll be able to survive. she just finished her exams and got 3 month holiday before she'll be flying over to virginia for 6 months. i'm going to be so lonely. no more ken. no more sam. esther's so busy with work. haha. ohwells...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11616417-1298406154813175319?l=pinkphreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkphreak.blogspot.com/feeds/1298406154813175319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11616417&amp;postID=1298406154813175319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11616417/posts/default/1298406154813175319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11616417/posts/default/1298406154813175319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkphreak.blogspot.com/2007/05/work-work-work-work.html' title='work work work work'/><author><name>sabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524053800034660535</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-11616417.post-8585129408222106657</id><published>2007-04-30T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T22:43:52.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>smelly stock take</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;i like going to work...kinda like going to school, cos &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ailian&lt;/span&gt; is there. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. today's stock take day. my first time and my job was to do "audits" and i stood awkwardly around the workers as they counted the cow hides and i had to count it with them to make sure the numbers were correct. the smell in the production area is pretty bad, but i got used to it after a while. leathery smells...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;ended quite fast cos the production workers started counting at 645am so they were almost done by the time i got down at 9am. went back to my office and had to run around to get some cheques signed for my "boss" and for the dispatch guy. and cos there was some problem and my "boss" was still in the production area, i had to run up and down a few times to show her stuff and tell her who to call. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. i could have taken the easier route by just calling the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;extension&lt;/span&gt; in the production office, but i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; have anything to do, so i had to make myself look busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;got a few calls from some vendors chasing me for payment. so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;kiasu&lt;/span&gt;! it's not like we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;havent&lt;/span&gt; paid them in over six months. they should know the company's payment style by now, we always pay at the end of the month! went for lunch and ate the usual food at the ONLY in-house canteen, but today there was yummy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;si&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;chuan&lt;/span&gt; soup, so i shared a bowl with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;ailian&lt;/span&gt;. it costs $1.80 for a bowl of soup...is it a rip off? i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;think so&lt;/span&gt;, but there &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;isnt&lt;/span&gt; much choice anyways. and as usual, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;ailian&lt;/span&gt; had her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;yakult&lt;/span&gt; ritual after every lunch. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. and as usual, i sat on the teeny weeny window ledge near her table, till my big butt would hurt, to have chit chat. had the longest lunch ever cos the finance manager &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;wasnt&lt;/span&gt; in today and even the perm staff were chit chatting...one eat snake all eat snake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;ended work with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of things still waiting to be done, but they jolly well will have to wait till &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;wednesday&lt;/span&gt; cos &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;TOMORROW&lt;/span&gt; IS A HOLIDAY!&lt;/span&gt; and i'm going out with &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;him&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...   :))))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11616417-8585129408222106657?l=pinkphreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkphreak.blogspot.com/feeds/8585129408222106657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11616417&amp;postID=8585129408222106657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11616417/posts/default/8585129408222106657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11616417/posts/default/8585129408222106657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkphreak.blogspot.com/2007/04/smelly-stock-take.html' title='smelly stock take'/><author><name>sabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524053800034660535</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-11616417.post-5164404968169689317</id><published>2007-04-22T00:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T01:29:39.018+08:00</updated><title type='text'>outing with nis and saad</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;went out with nis and saad and ct. had teh tarik at a shop that saad likes alot that's at bugis. i had a teh halia, as usual, but it tasted like any other cup of teh halia to me. too bad i didnt have dan there to drink up the foam for me...haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;we were suppose to meet at 4, but then nis smsed us and said between 4 to 430, so of cos i chose to be there at 430 so i wouldnt have to wait for anyone. turned out, i was slighty late and nis was late too. jermin didnt come cos he thot nis wasnt coming and kc didnt come for some reason. so it was just us 4 girls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;ct had to be home for dinner cos her parents wanted her home and the 3 of us decided to watch a movie. 200 pounds beauty, some korean show. bcos the bugis theater was under shaw and shaw's chairs wernt exactly the most comy, we took a train down to cathy only to find out that the tickets were all sold out. and since GV at PS wasnt screening 200 pounds beauty we decided to try out luck at cine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;bumped into yihao on our way to cine. he was infront of us at a traffic junction and he so happened to turn around and i shouted his name. he was on his way to vivo to meet the SP gang, and the party theme colour was brown. haha. he wore a similar shirt to what ken was going to wear, so i'm wondering whether they were called gay partners standing beside each other. haha. had a good chat with him until the douby ghaut mrt where he said his goodbyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;got to cine and in the end the tickets there were sold out too. we just settled for dinner at long john's where saad scolded some kid for accidently throwing ice at her. haha. she thought he was aiming for her, but after considering the situation where they were playing with ice, i kinda concluded that he was actually aiming for his friend but missed and hit her instead. the poor kid who got scolded by a stranger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;there was some motorcross thingy held by channel U just outside cine and we went over to take a look at the pathetic track laid out for the race. wasnt much fun watching so we left and walk to HMV to listen to music and look around. we got to the 3rd floor and they were showing a preview of White chicks. been a while since i saw that show and it was really funny. we stood there watching the show for about 10 mins or more before they turned it off. i think it was bcos the ppl working there kinda realised that there were alot of ppl standing aorund watching it. and when they turned it off there was actually simultaneous "aww" from the ppl watching. haha. i might just borrow it from some rental and watch it for a good laugh one day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;we left HMV and went window shopping. window shopping for them, but money spending for me. haha. i went to try a dress from chaos that costs 79 bucks and was a bit too revealing for my liking, so i didnt come out of the dressing room to show nis and saad. i only liked the pattern on the dress though. when they went looking inside nike i kinda saw the word "sale" all the way from across the building in IS. i think the butterflies used for the decor drew me to wanna look at the clothes. it gave me the spring summer feeling. like i'm out in a green open field and the sun shinning down on me in a nice bright coloured dress and the breeze blowing thru my hair.... i was looking thru the sale rack cos the other dresses were too formal to be worn on any normal day and i spotted 2 dresses that i really liked. went to try both on. one was a pinkish red dress that had like flower patterns on it and the other was a light purple with indianish designs on it. both were really sweet looking, but nis and saad said the reddish one looked better, so i bought it. but i cant stop thinking about the purple dress so i might just go down tmw to get it. rather then regret not buying it. spent bout 100 bucks on clothes this whole month, feeling kinda guilty, but i need my shopping therapy after what i've been going thru the past few weeks. i need to go bangkok again. shopping there is like heaven and makes me feel like a millionaire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;had fun chatting with them on our way back. i'm half glad that the guys didnt come or there might be endless whacking of ppl and shouting, on the other hand, we might have more fun and entertainment from the "love" that saad and kc enjoyed displaying in public. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;i love my new dress. rob, if you invite me to your birthday i'll wear it specially for you. haha. so you better not forget about me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11616417-5164404968169689317?l=pinkphreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkphreak.blogspot.com/feeds/5164404968169689317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11616417&amp;postID=5164404968169689317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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be a contract for 3 months and i'll see if i wanna continue with them. i might wanna try out working in a bank too cos aunty daisy did say she could help me submit my resume at the bank she works at. anyways, it was a short interview and they were kinda desperate to look for a tempoary accounts assistant so they hired me almost right away. i'll be starting work next week and it's a good pay. can start saving up for my driving lessons and a nice shopping trip to bangkok again. really need a new wardrobe, i havent touched almost half of my clothes in over a year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;met up with brenda, cara, nut and a girl who was apparently in MG primary that i couldnt remember called xiuli...i think...haha. didnt really talk to her much when we went out. was kinda fun going out with them again. the last time we went out was almost 2 or 3 years ago, and it was at the marriot hotel playing cards beside the pool. haha. us, the daidi queens in sec 4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;i bought 2 lovely dresses from cine. it was actually 1 for 20 bucks 2 for 36 bucks and 3 for 45 bucks, but then i tried to get cara to get one and she couldnt find a nice one to buy, but then the shop lady thought that she was getting 1 and i was getting 2, so she charged me only 30 bucks for the 2 that i bought....in the end it was a slight misunderstanding and cara didnt buy the dress, but the lady was nice enough to not ask me for the extra 6 bucks. 6 bucks is alot! can buy me 2 plates of hokienmee. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;going out with aunty cas tmw cos emmanuel is going for some school outing so she'll be free to go shopping. hope i dun see anything nice tme cos i'm going broke. shouldnt even have bought the 2 dresses today. way out of budget. got to start living on bread and butter from now till the end of the month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div 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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-11616417.post-117664710075521658</id><published>2007-04-15T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T12:56:08.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wakeboarding</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;nic came back for about 2 weeks. left this morning. had a fun 2 weeks. the first time we met him was last thursday at chomps with some squashers giving him a welcome back dinner and dessert at ice cube. yummy :)))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;the second meeting was on wednesday, his birthday dinner at manhatten!! even yummier!! lol. got full really fast cos i ate too much rice, delicious buttered rasin rice... i think i have been eating too much and sleeping too much these few days...butt growing bigger. haha. after manhatten we went to the daohui store near douby ghaut to eat some daohui. there were 2 stores and we found out from dan that the 2 stores were owned by brothers who were competing against each other. but of cos we went to the nicer and more original store to eat, they had more people in their shop so i kinda felt bad for the other store. but this is called doing business, cant always have things go your way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;after the 2 girls left i decided to follow dan and nic to go zouk for fun. i only went for the drinks and free entry. i wouldnt pay to go in. lol. i had a lychee martini and a tequilla sunrise. i would prefer tequilla sunrise cos there's more drink in one cup then the lychee martini. haha. went down to the dance floor. mambo night. lame dance moves....seriously lame... lol...but i didnt dance. i'm really not the dancing kind. pubbing is more my kinda thing. got back home bout 2 am smelling like smokes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;met nic for the very last time yesterday for wakeboarding. one word - FUN! nic's cuz brought her friend along so there was 4 of us. made new 2 new friends. eddie was the boat driver and our wakeboarding teacher. was kinda excited when we first boarded the boat. went to pulua ubin's waters to wakebaord. nic was the first to go into the water and he made it seem so effortless out there. he's so very pro. can do stunts and everything. haha. i was the third person to go and i was kinda scared about going in to the water at first cos i didnt wanna be left floating in the water alone while the boat has to be quite a distance away in order to pull the string. but i tried not to let my imagination run wild. managed to stand on the board the very first time the boat pulled, but fell without really standing all the way up. i did manage to stay on the board for a good long min before falling into the water for one of the times. kinda cool with the wind in my hair, like floating on water. haha. everything was fun except having the salty water rush thru my nose everytime i fell. the salty water was as salty as take a small cup of water and stiring in 10 tablespoons of salt. it's THAT salty. my face turned really red after a while and eddie made me put on some sunblock. i got burnt after that, but not very serious. my muscle aches are the more serious one. i cant sleep properly, cant lift my arms to change, cant bend down to pick things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant wait to get better.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11616417-117664710075521658?l=pinkphreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkphreak.blogspot.com/feeds/117664710075521658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;wanna dedicate this song to ken. hope you'll like it :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;MY WISH&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;- Rascal Flatts&lt;/span&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;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I hope that the days come easy and the moments pass slow,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;And each road leads you where you want to go,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;And if you're faced with a choice, and you have to choose,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I hope you choose the one that means the most to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;And if one door opens to another door closed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I hope you keep on walkin' till you find the window,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;If it's cold outside, show the world the warmth of your smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;But more than anything, more than anything,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;My wish, for you, is that this life becomes all that you want it to,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Your dreams stay big, and your worries stay small,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;You never need to carry more than you can hold,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;And while you're out there getting where you're getting to,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I hope you know somebody loves you, and wants the same things too,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Yeah, this, is my wish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I hope you never look back, but ya never forget,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;All the ones who love you, in the place you left,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I hope you always forgive, and you never regret,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;And you help somebody every chance you get,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Oh, you find God's grace, in every mistake,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;And you always give more than you take.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;But more than anything, yeah, and more than anything,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;My wish, for you, is that this life becomes all that you want it to,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Your dreams stay big, and your worries stay small,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;You never need to carry more than you can hold,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;And while you're out there getting where you're getting to,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I hope you know somebody loves you, and wants the same things too,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Yeah, this, is my wish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;This is my wish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I hope you know somebody loves you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;May all your dreams stay big&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/11616417-117566841853649952?l=pinkphreak.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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11616417.post-117551460788873351</id><published>2007-04-02T19:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T19:50:07.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ESPN</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;went for an interview at ESPN for a data entry job, or so i thought. i was being interviewed by two guys called joseph and trevor. i think the trevor guy is not singaporean cos he had this long unique last name. anyways, they said that i was given the wrong information and i wasnt being interviewed for a data entry job, it was some presenting formater or something like that. erm...he said a whole lot of what the job duties are so i was kinda lost but i roughly know what i would be doing if i ever get hired. the office is all the way at toa payoh so i got to leave my house one and a half hours to get to the place. considered quite far for me, but it's super near ken's place. lol. too bad i dun stay there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;on my way back i decided to attempt to cook fried rice for dinner. but it didnt turn out as good as i thought it should be. haha. i guess it's probably cos i used weird ingredients, not the normal kind that u would find in fried rice. haha. but it was a good attempt&lt;/span&gt;  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11616417-117551460788873351?l=pinkphreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkphreak.blogspot.com/feeds/117551460788873351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11616417&amp;postID=117551460788873351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Let's talk this over&lt;br /&gt;It's not like we're dead&lt;br /&gt;Was it something I did?&lt;br /&gt;Was it something You said?&lt;br /&gt;Don't leave me hanging&lt;br /&gt;In a city so dead&lt;br /&gt;Held up so high&lt;br /&gt;On such a breakable thread&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;You were all the things I thought I knew&lt;br /&gt;And I thought we could be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;You were everything, everything that I wanted&lt;br /&gt;We were meant to be, supposed to be, but we lost it&lt;br /&gt;And all of the memories, so close to me, just fade away&lt;br /&gt;All this time you were pretending&lt;br /&gt;So much for my happy ending&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh, oh oh, oh oh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You've got your dumb friends&lt;br /&gt;I know what they say&lt;br /&gt;They tell you I'm difficult&lt;br /&gt;But so are they&lt;br /&gt;But they don't know me&lt;br /&gt;Do they even know you?&lt;br /&gt;All the things you hide from me&lt;br /&gt;All the shit that you do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;You were all the things I thought I knew&lt;br /&gt;And I thought we could be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;You were everything, everything that I wanted&lt;br /&gt;We were meant to be, supposed to be, but we lost it&lt;br /&gt;And all of the memories, so close to me, just fade away&lt;br /&gt;All this time you were pretending&lt;br /&gt;So much for my happy ending&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;It's nice to know that you were there&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for acting like you cared&lt;br /&gt;And making me feel like I was the only one&lt;br /&gt;It's nice to know we had it all&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for watching as I fall&lt;br /&gt;And letting me know we were done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;He was everything, everything that I wanted&lt;br /&gt;We were meant to be, supposed to be, but we lost it&lt;br /&gt;And all of the memories, so close to me, just fade away&lt;br /&gt;All this time you were pretending&lt;br /&gt;So much for my happy ending&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You were everything, everything that I wanted&lt;br /&gt;We were meant to be, supposed to be, but we lost it&lt;br /&gt;And all of the memories, so close to me, just fade away&lt;br /&gt;All this time you were pretending&lt;br /&gt;So much for my happy ending&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh, oh oh, oh oh...&lt;br /&gt;So much for my happy ending&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh, oh oh, oh oh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11616417-117551064763757703?l=pinkphreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkphreak.blogspot.com/feeds/117551064763757703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11616417&amp;postID=117551064763757703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11616417/posts/default/117551064763757703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11616417/posts/default/117551064763757703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkphreak.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-happy-ending.html' title='My Happy Ending'/><author><name>sabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524053800034660535</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-11616417.post-117542608888765124</id><published>2007-04-01T18:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T18:45:53.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>April Fools!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Happy April Fools! and also wanna wish Jeremy a HAPPY 18th BIRTHDAY!!! it's a great year so must enjoy it as much as you can ya. soon you'll be 20 like me, no more turning back to be at the age where you can see a 1 in front.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;such a glommy day. suppose to go out but in the end it rained and i was too lazy to step out of the house. i've been sleeping my afternoons away these few days, such an unproductive way to spend my days. i need to go out! just ask me out k, anyone, i'll most likely agree, unless someone else ask me out first. heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i think i'm either going to become skinnier or fatter. have been eating the chesse cake Dan made for all 3 meals these past 2 days. maybe it's considered only for 2 meals, cos i dun usually eat breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;oh ya, was reminded of something funny that happened at Dan's place the other day. we were talking and i said "then..." and paused for a very long time, so he didnt know if i was saying his name or trying to figure out what to say. haha. okay...maybe it might not be that funny, but it was funny then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;dinner time (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11616417-117542608888765124?l=pinkphreak.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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11616417.post-117536047227242328</id><published>2007-04-01T01:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T02:05:41.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oreo cheesecake</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;i've been trying to get people to go out with me during the weekends so i wont feel so loney at home. but sometimes i did rather just stay home and waste my time watching tv and getting scratched and bitten by the kitten than go out and face the world with my untidy hair and dull skin...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;went over to dan's last thursday night to use my philly cheese that i bought long time ago cos it was expiring soon and i had to make a cheesecake out of it or i would have to waste it by throwing a good unopened pack into the bin. bought the stuffs we needed and headed back to his place...he made me do the pounding of the oreo biscuits and said it was the easiest job [yarr rightt!!]. my whole arm was aching by the end of the day. but the cheesecake turned out alright...although the oreo crumbs on the top kept falling off my spoon and onto my clean floor everytime i try to eat it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;went out with evelyn to have a chat and a free meal at sakae. haha. thankew evelyn! i really look up to her...all the things she's gone through, and it's hard not to notice the wisdom in her speech. haha. had a good chat about the CPA stuff, and i'm glad i've someone like her to talk to or else i wont know where i'm headed. i guess i'll utimately choose the accounting route but where it'll lead me to depends on what i expect out of the job i guess. i'm kinda looking for the more stable kinda job where you go into work and do the same thing almost everyday. i know i'm a very boring person, have been told that since i was primary four by a close friend. haha. anyways...i guess i like more predictable stuff then unnecessary surprises.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;nic's coming back from auz. suppose to go to sentosa on good friday but it'll prob be jammed pack, plus the fact that i'll be only one girl amongst four boys...count me out. so i'll be meeting the squashers on thursday night at chomps instead. i'll be working by then so hope i'll be able to make it. really miss him!! think it's been almost half a year since we all saw him right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;i really hope my next weekend would be a better one. including the fact that i wont have to work my butt off next friday night by of shoving flyers to mostly unhappy and irritated people. i like what bertha said, "it's good money, so go away". all of us hated it when our friends happened to pass by and see us in that "argh!" costume. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i need a break from my singapore life. really looking forward to my trip to cambodia in august...well, at least i hope i'll be free by then to go for a short trip, i miss my daddy and mommy. i was actually quite excited that all the ladies were going to be free after we finished exams cos we were talking about going to sunway for a short holiday and major sunburn, but it didnt happen in the end. money problem and timing problem. but i'll make sure all seven of us go on a holiday together someday, alish chris esther sanne nat veron and me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11616417-117536047227242328?l=pinkphreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkphreak.blogspot.com/feeds/117536047227242328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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type='text'>blogging at last</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;hello my lovelies!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;missed me? haha. finally decided to blog after so so long. as usual, lots happened during this period of time since i last blogged, but those stuffs arnt important cos it's in the past. the future seems to be a lovely topic to blog about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;i'm back to squashing every tuesday. it's becoming a "ritual". first squash from 7 to 10 and then dinner with the guys...meaning that i'm always the only girl there...i really have no idea why the other girls wont eat with us, but i enjoy every meal  :)))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;school's been out for the longest time and i havent decided what i wanna do with my life yet. i only have a rough plan for what my life would probably be like. what you're about to read may shock you but try to keep calm at all times and remain on your chair...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'm going to start on my temp job from april till july 07. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;if i do get accepted into any one of the universities i applied for then my next three years will be spent there. then work for 2 to 3 years so that i can save enough money to get married.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;if i dont go to uni then i'll start a perm job from july onwards for maybe about 3 years before i save enough money to support my own full time studies overseas, or do part time studies while working which will be very extremely tough. and then get married when i'm 24. i'll only get a baby when i'm 26 if i do ever get married at 24. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;it's really early, i know, but i'm kinda thinking about the whole marriage thingy now. or maybe it's been going on ever since who knows when... but i've always seen myself as a housewife and a mother. haha. i really want my own baby to play with. it's not going to be easy but at least i can start buying those oh-so-adorable baby clothes instead of only being able to admire them and have the urge to buy them to hang on my wall, which obviously would be a waste of my money. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;but i'm just going to take on step at a time. going to  trust God and know that he'll hold my hand and walk me through this life he has already planned for me. i just have to learn how to be more sensitive to his calling. I'm so glad that i have my ladies to talk to and be there whenever i need someone to lend me a listening ear and advise me on stuffs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;will blog again soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11616417-117502172717394624?l=pinkphreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkphreak.blogspot.com/feeds/117502172717394624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11616417&amp;postID=117502172717394624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11616417/posts/default/117502172717394624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11616417/posts/default/117502172717394624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkphreak.blogspot.com/2007/03/blogging-at-last.html' title='blogging at last'/><author><name>sabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524053800034660535</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-11616417.post-116403295993389760</id><published>2006-11-20T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T22:29:19.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my poor baby.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;accompanied ken for his medical check up this morning. his mom, sister and brothers were there too. it was suppose to be at 10am, but they told us that his turn would be prob in another hour, so we went for breakfast/lunch at the canteen. we kinda went back to the clinic at 11 and he missed his turn...so we had to wait for another 15 mins before they called him in again. was suppose to go for my tutorial, but by the time the appintment ended it was already 1 plus. so i had to skip it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;anyways, the doctor had really bad news. everyone thought that after the operation, his knee will go back to normal and he can start doing all kinds of sports. but apparently that's not what the doctor said. Kinda depressing, but the operation will only help make the knee stronger. something like because all the muscles or tissues have be torn, his bones have developed some ulcer and some horn-shaped thingy that cannot be cured. and he'll have artritis (or however you spell it). so when it gets cold or going to rain, his knee will start to ache. and when he play sports, he'll still feel pain and soreness in his knee. to sum it all up, he's in very bad condition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;the doctor actually gave him 2 choices for the operation. it is either they take the tendon from the left knee to put it into the right knee or they'll use a dead's person's tendon imported from the states to put it into the right knee. the second choice is the less painful choice, but the doctor said that the risk of using it is that there is a possibility or disease transfer from the dead person. although they have done tests for the common diseases before the take the tendon, there maybe a risk. doc said that it's very rare that this will happen. and i definately hope for the best, but even 1% is still a possibility.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;i see him try so hard to prove himself in the army, and he forces himself to participate in every excersie possible to show that he's not like those "chao keng" type. and those running and army stuff he does makes his knee condition worse. but his officers dont understand shit. they just think he's faking it sometimes, and it makes him upset. stupid army. i'm the one who is more affected by this then him, and i dunno why. i guess he's just the happy go lucky kind. or maybe he's just keeping it inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;on a happier note, i've decided to go take up dancing lessons! haha...when i have the means to, i will. was watching So You Think You Can Dance? and i think it's so cool. especially tango and waltz. i'll probably dance it at my wedding. haha. i'll have a dance floor where everyone can dance, not clubbing style though. i'll have jazz music. maybe get a jazz band to perform :))))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;right now i have to study really hard. heard from nisa that i got 62 for my ITFD test. not too happy bout it though. really expected much more. i guess i have to really study much more. i'll start mugging for my feb papers right now. want to make this last semester a good one. really need it to pull up my GPA if i wanna go to uni.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i just wanna request that you help pray for ken. his operation is on the 19th of december, hope it goes smoothly :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11616417-116403295993389760?l=pinkphreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkphreak.blogspot.com/feeds/116403295993389760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11616417&amp;postID=116403295993389760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11616417/posts/default/116403295993389760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11616417/posts/default/116403295993389760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkphreak.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-poor-baby.html' title='my poor baby.'/><author><name>sabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524053800034660535</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-11616417.post-116348631950153556</id><published>2006-11-14T14:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T14:47:14.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>finally</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;hello people. i know i said that i'll try to blog once a month at least, but it's been really crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;got this really cool part time job, all thanks to nat, and it's really good money. some of you might already know what it is, but i dun wanna say cos i dun want people going down when i'm working to laugh at me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;celebrated my birthday 3 days ago. 1 day before the actaul day. and i had fun. lots of fun. addy mark ken and jethro were there with the ladies and my sis. really wanna shout out a special thanks to sam and esther for planning the whole thing. (((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;went to ken's place to celebrate his brother's and cuz's birthday on my birthday. so it was kinda fun having all 3 at the same time. just that it was a bit kiddish cos the 2 birthday boys were only 3 and 4 years old. and i'm like 19 years old. haha. ken got me the prettiest sunflower and a huge stick of sugary churros, which i couldnt finish. oh yes, and he also got me the coolest phone anyone could ever wish for. i got a new number now, it's published on my msn, so you can update your phone book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;anyways, yesterday was the last day of IVP. i'm so proud of the girls. we won 1st again. 2 times in a row, last year and this year. although i didnt get to play, as much i would have wanted to, it was a happy moment when huiwen won the deciding match against the NP captain. so proud of everyone! so i brought home a gold medal last night....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;the guys played really well too. something terrible happened during zixuan's match, but i guess health is more important then a game, although he really wanted to finish his game coach wouldnt put his life at risk. it was a scary moment for all of us. and the ambulance had to be called in. they took him to the hospital after that for a thorough check up to make sure everything was alright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;i woke up really angry this morning. someone just kept calling the house number and it rang non-stop. like about 5 calls, when i got so irritated and decided to pick up the 6th call. the person didnt answer my "hello" and i knew it was a stupid prank call. he started calling from 830am! so early in the morning just to piss me off. i kinda decided what i would do if he called again. so on the 7th call i left the phone engaged so that he wouldnt be able to call back. i knew it wouldnt have been any important call cos if it were then the person would have called my handphone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;ken's out on a field camp and he wont be able to contact me until next weekend. it's kind of a good thing cos i can concentrate on my studies as it's the test week...but not so great cos i keep thinking bout him, which is a problem when i'm trying to study.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;if only i have the universal remote controller from Click and i'll get this whole week over and done with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11616417-116348631950153556?l=pinkphreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkphreak.blogspot.com/feeds/116348631950153556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11616417&amp;postID=116348631950153556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11616417/posts/default/116348631950153556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11616417/posts/default/116348631950153556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkphreak.blogspot.com/2006/11/finally.html' title='finally'/><author><name>sabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524053800034660535</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-11616417.post-115755824491250554</id><published>2006-09-06T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T00:41:45.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hols</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;i managed to find something to do everyday to keep myself occupied. i was infront of the tv watching the korean drama, "Stairway to Heaven", which i had borrowed from esther, for at least 10 hours a day in the past 2 days. i know i'm a bit back-dated cos it seems like almost everyone has watched it already. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;the squash courts in school are being painted so we couldnt use it yesterday. everyone went down thinking that we could use the courts but in the end we did PT and went home early. we booked the courts at yio chu kang for today. costs quite alot i think. i ended being the only girl for the first hour and i began feeling so lonely until weixian arrived. haha. seemed like the others were too lazy to go down or sick or have to go do their fyp [final year project].&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;dunno what was wrong with me. could hit the ball properly. think i got to make myself go down to the sports shop and get a new grip. the one i have now is wearing out. maybe i should ask coach for one, it's prob much cheaper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;my legs are aching now from the PT yesterday. think i havent been training for so long that why is hurts so much. cannot walk properly. haha. i've decided to take trainings seriously from now on. not that i havent been serious bout squash, just that i need to make myself get in shape. squash is like the most straineous sport. must keep sprinting in court. sad to say i have slow reflexes and there's nothing i can do about it excet to run faster and run more. which means more 2.4 runs for me 3 times a day, at least.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11616417-115755824491250554?l=pinkphreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkphreak.blogspot.com/feeds/115755824491250554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11616417&amp;postID=115755824491250554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11616417/posts/default/115755824491250554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11616417/posts/default/115755824491250554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkphreak.blogspot.com/2006/09/hols.html' title='hols'/><author><name>sabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524053800034660535</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-11616417.post-115657128428001290</id><published>2006-08-26T13:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T20:31:35.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so free</title><content type='html'>hey pple. i'm gonna be very free for the next 1 month. so....&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;ASK ME OUT&lt;/span&gt;!!! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;finished my last paper yesterday. dun think i'll do very well. was already in that holiday mood and didnt study as well as i should. was suppose to go swimming with sam after my paper, but after we changed and came out to take a look at the pool and the sun [most important...haha] we only saw men swimming and tanning. so we didnt wanna be the only 2 girls in bikini swimming. dun wanna attract too much attention. haha. so we left and wasted that $1 entrance fee. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;went over to her place to slack before going to clarence's house for the cell group. i was serioiusly so afraid of that cat that belongs to my aunty where sam stays. it pounces on pple and try to bite them. i think it is deprived of a playmate and it uses human for entertainment instead. i think i'll be the best entertainment for that stupid cat cos everytime it tries to pounce on me i get freaked out and start screaming and running away and it'll chase after me. that's the only reason why i dun like to go over there. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;mark came to pick sam up to go for some party and dropped me at clementi. took a bus to clarence's house and i was the first to get there so i watched tv while waiting for the rest to come. dinner was fun. chatting bout stuff. haha. it's a pity that i've got squash every friday and the ivp's coming so i cant make it for the cell anymore until the ivp's over. going to miss out on all the fun. went for supper with evelyn, sharon and deb at the bukit timah prata shop. i got myslef an onoion prata and shared this teh-something drink and almond shake thingy drink with deb. was really good. having supper was like a sudden decision. i like sudden decisions. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;evelyn sent deb and sharon home. she kept turning into the wrong road and had to make a U-turn back twice. haha. she's prob distracted by something we were talking at the time, but she claimed it wasnt my bikini story. haha. when i was alone with her in the car we talked bout what i was planning to do after poly. cos she's an accountant. a very good one i guess cos she's some manager. haha. anyways, i have been thinking bout whether i should continue accounting in uni or not cos my interest is not really in auditing but only accounting and i was wondering if i should switch to banking and finance in uni. she suggested that i go crash some bank and finance lecture before deciding. cos she said banking and finance is very mathematical. sounds like me right? so maths....haha. but i still have bout a year more to decide. i'm only hoping that i can get into a local uni, if not planning bout which course to take will be redundant. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;ken injured his knee again during some training. landed on the wrong leg. so poor thing. i think he's traumatized by going to the chinese doctor cos the other time the doctor pressed really hard at the part the hurt that most and kept rubbing it. he said he almost cried. haha. oh wells, if his leg is going to hurt like that forever i can forget bout him being able to remain this size. he's prob going to put back the weight he lost at BMT after he pass out cos there's no more complusory training for him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;i'm sorry bout not replying the mails you girls sent me. i'm not really a frequent mail checker. haha. so if it's important just sms me okayys?? see you ladies soon. cant wait!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11616417-115657128428001290?l=pinkphreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkphreak.blogspot.com/feeds/115657128428001290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11616417&amp;postID=115657128428001290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11616417/posts/default/115657128428001290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11616417/posts/default/115657128428001290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkphreak.blogspot.com/2006/08/so-free.html' title='so free'/><author><name>sabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524053800034660535</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-11616417.post-115590778942138439</id><published>2006-08-18T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T21:29:49.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>curls!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;just had my AFA test this morning and i'm so relieved!! still have 3 more papers to go and i havent studied for any of it yet. haha. oh wells, i think i'm taking things too easy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;met esther after the paper. she wanted to go get a haircut so i accompanied her. had fun catching up with her as usual. haha. we went to the Jean Yip academy where the hairdressers are all still students. but the price is really worth it. read the Shape mag while esther had her hair cut, i took the mag home cos i really found the stuff in it very interesting and i could use some of the info in it too. haha. the guy who did our hair was really nice to let me take it home. oh yes, i kinda had already thought of wanting to curl my hair before and one of my purposes of accompanying esther to Jean Yip acad. was to check out the price and stuff. it was a sudden decision that i made to curl my hair today. it felt good though, to do something so sudden. haha. cos esther was going to highlight her hair too so i thought that instead of waiting for her and doing nothing, i did just curl it right there and then. but i didnt have enough cash so i got my sis to transfer some money to my account and i had to borrow 20 bucks from esther to pay for my expensive hair do [$100 bucks].&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;i think i spend too much on this stupid hair of mine. but i like it now. haha. esther kept reassuring me while on the way back that it looks good. i thought it made me look older at first, but when i got home i stared at the mirror for bout 1 min and realised that it actually looked quite nice. haha. it's a bit too curly now, but after washing it a few times it should look better. and i cant wash my hair for 2 days, suppose to let the chemicals set in or something. anyhows, it stinks right now. prob spray lots and lots of perfume near my hair to take away the smell before i leave the house tmw, dun wanna scare away the pple who walk around me.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;going to the new cineplex at douby ghaut with ken to watch Click tmw. heard it's a good movie. although i already know the ending and stuff beacuse danvin told me....i should have just shut my ears if i knew i was going to watch it in the end...but nis told me that it wasnt that good and that the ending sucked, so of cos i wouldnt wanna spend 9 bucks on a stupid movie with a stupid ending. but dan said it was okay but told me to watch nacho libre cos it was much funnier and better. my brother told me nacho libre's not that good. soooo.....i dun really know who to listen to and decided not to watch nacho libre. haha.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i lurrrvveee my new hair do! &lt;/span&gt;hope nic doesnt make fun of me when i go to church on sunday -_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11616417-115590778942138439?l=pinkphreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkphreak.blogspot.com/feeds/115590778942138439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11616417&amp;postID=115590778942138439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11616417/posts/default/115590778942138439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11616417/posts/default/115590778942138439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkphreak.blogspot.com/2006/08/curls.html' title='curls!'/><author><name>sabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524053800034660535</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-11616417.post-115522483552317025</id><published>2006-08-10T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T23:49:18.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>holla!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;hello&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;ladies!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;gentlemen...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;it's been 8 months since i last blogged. haha. many many things happened. but to summarize:&lt;br /&gt;- i'm finally in poly year 3. finishing semester 1.&lt;br /&gt;- ken is in the army but coming out of tekong soon.&lt;br /&gt;- world cup sucked. england didnt win.&lt;br /&gt;- i bought more nice clothes *grinz*[but no more shopping for me till christmas].&lt;br /&gt;- alish and sanne came back. had tons of fun. sanne went back. alish going back in sept.&lt;br /&gt;- miss goh passed away. attended her wake with chris, veron and alish.&lt;br /&gt;- exams next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that should be all....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;i dunno why i suddenly feel like blogging, but i dun want to suddenly go online one fine day and find my that my blog has been deleted by the blogger people because i've not touched it for ages.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;as chris said, blogging is more like a&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; chore&lt;/span&gt; now&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;haha. as you get older you'll find better things to do then to sit in front of the comp blogging and going to friendster. if my parents were in singapore i would prob be doing lots of comp and tv though. now that i got the freedom, if i can go out, i will. it's not exactly a good thing though - too much freedom&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;anyways, i'll only blog when i feel like it. so you can maybe expect it once a month or maybe more if i have the time.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11616417-115522483552317025?l=pinkphreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkphreak.blogspot.com/feeds/115522483552317025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11616417&amp;postID=115522483552317025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11616417/posts/default/115522483552317025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11616417/posts/default/115522483552317025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkphreak.blogspot.com/2006/08/holla.html' title='holla!'/><author><name>sabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524053800034660535</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-11616417.post-113523551329925560</id><published>2005-12-22T14:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T15:11:53.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hmm</title><content type='html'>i havent blogged like since forever. School rox and sux at the same time. i love accounts and doing all the calculations and stuff, the prob is those wordy modules that make things so boring. guess must learn how to balance up. been so stress with school work. i must give it up to yi chuan. he got into the honour roll! omg, and no one would have expected. not to insult him but he's going to be sort of my role model. lol. i'm going to try aim to be in the honours.&lt;br /&gt;i think i've improved in squash....think only. lol. still cant beat marcus though. that guy dunno how to lemme win a bit. so sad. make me run like siao. must prac my strokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, my parents came back bout a few weeks ago. and i also shifted back to bukit batok a few weeks ago. everything's more or less settled already. like staying at my aunt's house, feels like home, although home is a few blocks away. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going to vietnam for hols over the christmas week, ken and bryan wont have their girlfriends to spend christmas with. lol. half of me wanna go and the other dun want to go. i just go too much work to complete, and when school re-opens, i got 2 tests, the best part - these 2 or the wordy modules and so far i've been sleeping in class and not paying attention. better start studying. there's IS project too. dunno how we're going to complete it.&lt;br /&gt;Time seems to be passing real fast, year 2 is ending in March and year 3 starting in April. Still got one month of attachment from march to april. hmmm....i think i got the timing all wrong, but it's somewhere there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to orchard to sightsee with my family, ken and bryan. went to ting tai feng to eat. damn ex la! but the food's good. esp the siao long pao. haha. must go there again. the lights in orchard seems like the same every year, but this year i find it a bit more meaningful. they put up signs like "Jesus is the reason for christams" or something like that. it's no longer the santa clause thingy with the signs that says presents is what christams is about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya, Jeremy has flew off to London. wont see him in prob bout 2 years time. i'm gonna miss him so much. so so much. cant cry though. must be strong. haha. he didnt even cry when he checked in and just kept waving. lol. i think he's saving for the time when his parents fly back to singapore and leaves him there alone in another land with his aunty that he'll be staying with.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna go overseas to study too, maybe i'll go to aussie after poly. but got to save up enough money, or maybe gain some working experience. if i can get into NTU then it'll be a diff story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11616417-113523551329925560?l=pinkphreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkphreak.blogspot.com/feeds/113523551329925560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11616417&amp;postID=113523551329925560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11616417/posts/default/113523551329925560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11616417/posts/default/113523551329925560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkphreak.blogspot.com/2005/12/hmm.html' title='hmm'/><author><name>sabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524053800034660535</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-11616417.post-113292250614692448</id><published>2005-11-26T12:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T20:41:46.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>amer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;i lost in the amer pro squash competition in my third round!! i lost to a MGS girl. sighs. i could have won, but i didnt take it seriously and didnt run for the ball. so disappointed at myself. i cant get over it and everytime when i have time to think, i'll think about how i could have won and would still be in the league. so sad. argh!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;finally decided that i would get a proper coach to train and "torture" me till i get better, then i'll join the next amer pro competition and beat all the novice babies!!! wahahaa...... and prob aim to be in the team. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Danvin, to answer your question in full: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;i feel left out cos i'm not in the team lorrr. huiwen and gang joined squash later then me but they become so pro so fast and i'm still lagging behind. but i'm to blame cos i never put my heart into trainings and i wasnt around most of the time during the hols cos i was traveling....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;anyways, there's some malaysia squash thingy next year during the hols when i'll be having my ITP along with the rest of the other yr 2 squashers. only 5 girls and guys can go. there'll travel from one part of malaysia to the other to play squash with the malaysians....so fun! and it's less than 300 bucks, according to alvin. and only the yr 1 and 3 can go. if they have this thingy again next yr then huiwen and i would be the first to sign up for it. haha....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;moving to bukit batok in a week's time. going over to my aunt's house to see if there's space for all our things and also to buy beds for me and my bro. hmmm, the room isnt that big and i hope the 2 of us can squeeze in it with all our stuff.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11616417-113292250614692448?l=pinkphreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkphreak.blogspot.com/feeds/113292250614692448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11616417&amp;postID=113292250614692448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11616417/posts/default/113292250614692448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11616417/posts/default/113292250614692448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkphreak.blogspot.com/2005/11/amer.html' title='amer'/><author><name>sabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524053800034660535</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-11616417.post-113215602464138473</id><published>2005-11-17T15:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T23:47:04.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blast</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;sorry havent been blogging for the past few days. i've been busy with birthdays, work, school organizing thingys, studies and squash. havent had the time to train and i've got a novice squash competition this coming monday. i'm not really a novice, i suppose, i'm just lousy cos i dun train as much as the other girls cos i travel alot and got other commitments. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;my birthday "parties" were a blast. had one on my actual day celebrated with jeremy. lots of pple came over. and almost all of them were ken's friends and year 3 seniors except for ailian and me. jermin was suppose to come, but he had last min emergency. the presents i got were really lovely. got a bottle of perfume from all the seniors, a heart necklace from ailian and kian, and a Eeyore soft toy from nisa. sanne called that night. :))))  didnt expect it. and i also got a call from my daddy and mummy dearest. i think i almost cried when i heard my daddy's voice. they are coming back in 2 weeks time!! too bad i still got school, if not i'll stay with them when they're here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;went out with esther, christine, nat and addie on sunday night. was suppose to go to some bali resturant but we met so late that it was more convenient to eat at the harbour front shopping center where we were suppose to gather. went to pasta mania. got a pretty skirt from christine, she bought it from thailand i think....cant rmb. heh. and she was giving us all these nice hairclips that are made out of real stuff with vanish added over. i got these heart shaped sugared biscuits and they looked so yummy! haha. had a card with something special inside from esther and nat combined. thankew. :))))   i'll use it wisely. it's so good to meet up after a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;anyways, i would produly say that SP won first prize for both the Men and Women category for squash. maybe i felt a bit left out during the prize presentation cos i'm not in the team and they were all so happy, i'm happy for them too, just that not as much as how they really feel. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;yong qi, marcus, denise, wen xu and a few others (i think) met up today for dinner at sakae sushi. i couldnt go cos ken's family was celebrating ken's brother's birthday today. we went for dinner at Han's Bakery and i thought that i could go over to meet them cos it was only 8 plus when we were done with dinner. but then ken's mama bought a cake and we went home to see DonDon blow the candles and sing his own birthday song....haha....so cute. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;although i really wished that i could have gone out to meet them and prob go play arcade even for a short while. i guess i feel i should be spending time with ken cos i'll be really busy the next week and the next and the next.....cos my parents will be back, and i wont even be here during the christmas period.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;i miss my daddy and mammy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11616417-113215602464138473?l=pinkphreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkphreak.blogspot.com/feeds/113215602464138473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11616417&amp;postID=113215602464138473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11616417/posts/default/113215602464138473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11616417/posts/default/113215602464138473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkphreak.blogspot.com/2005/11/blast.html' title='blast'/><author><name>sabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524053800034660535</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-11616417.post-113106909036985109</id><published>2005-11-05T01:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T09:51:30.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>urghhh</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;so pissed off. i woke up so early for my 9am lesson and the class was cancelled in the end. i think the lecturers should make it a point to notify our class reps a day before so we dun have to come to school so early for no reason. urghhh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;celebrated bryan's birthday yesterday at some resturant at cine. i got some spicy thai sauce salad thingy, thinking that it was the sweet thai sauce kind, and i din enjoy my meal at all cos i was half tearing half filling my mouth with cold water to sooth my tongue. it wasnt as cheap as i thought it would be. so ex. i was kinda stupid to order a drink too. cost me 5 bucks. we got bryan a red light saber. it's a cool gift. we made him switch it on in front of everybody at the resturant and the other customers were staring at him, either with envy or thinking that he was crazy. haha. then we posed and took pics outside subway where tons of pple would see him holding his light saber proudly. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;headed to youth park after that so the guys and swing it around and see the effect. they took really weird and crazy pics. haha. i was kinda tired cos i woke yup really early that morning and i was in quite a dull mood. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;was actually suppose to go swimming with esther and my sister. but i didnt have to mood to cos the sun just would come out from hidding behind the clouds. everytime when we plan to swim the sky would be very cloudy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11616417-113106909036985109?l=pinkphreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkphreak.blogspot.com/feeds/113106909036985109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11616417&amp;postID=113106909036985109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11616417/posts/default/113106909036985109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11616417/posts/default/113106909036985109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkphreak.blogspot.com/2005/11/urghhh.html' title='urghhh'/><author><name>sabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524053800034660535</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-11616417.post-113075590009112910</id><published>2005-11-01T10:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T18:56:09.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>first day of sch</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;today is the first day of school and it didnt start off right. i set my alarm to 0800...but it was in "pm" form...so it didnt ring at 0800am which i expected it too and i got a call from ken at 9am telling me to get off my bumm and go get changed. but in the end, i still missed my first lecture which my FA teacher came into lecture and started teaching away. ON THE FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL! even worse, the first class of the day when everyone is half asleep and still in holiday mood. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;morning classes sux. esp if it's on a monday morning. i hate my timetable. 3 days of 9am classes. :(((((&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;anyways, i got a complain from jermin that i need to blog more. oh yes, hope u like the present that's from nis lian and me yaa! HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;so excited bout my party next saturday. it's actually a combined party with jeremy so that why i cant invite everyone of my friends, even though i would really really want to. and i've got so much planning to do, cos since the pple are coming over to my house i'm going to prepare the food. dun worry, i'm actually a good cook. haha. will be making some western food. if worse comes to worse then i'll have to order from pizza hut. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;here's a really really really horrible of the horrible-est news....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I GAINED ONE KG! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;and all these while during the hols, all the plans to excersie and loose 2 kg so that i can fit nicely in nice clothes.....all gone to waste. i've been such a pig seriously. i wanted to stop drinking fizzy drinks and stop eating icecream and junk, but i dun haf the ability to shun from the "GOOD" stuff....there's Macs, KFC, BK...at almost every corner in singapore....i seriously need to live up in the moutains!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;i have no mood for dinner later.......... :(((((((&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11616417-113075590009112910?l=pinkphreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkphreak.blogspot.com/feeds/113075590009112910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11616417&amp;postID=113075590009112910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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expected out of her boyfriend. i'm not saying that ken is not romantic enough, but there's still space for improvment. haha. and i totally agree with esther that european guys are probably more romantic than asian guys. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;i know i'm being a bit bias and u did say that since i had never been to any part of europe and have not socialized with any men over there before i shouldnt be too judgemental from just watching european movies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;i would wish for little surprises like a stalk of flower once in a while or an unexpected gift that not necessarily have to be given when only there's an occasion. a scary scene came to my mind when i was thinking bout all this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;a husband would this bloopp of fat sitting on the sofa lazily eating a tub of icecream or popcorn and watching a soccer game on tv, while the wife, in a stained apron, cleaning up in the kitchen which is messily cluttered by unwashed dishes and dirty laundry dumped at a corner, screaming at her children to sit still at the dinner table and finish up their vegetables.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;this woman would need all the romance she can get out of that man who once swore that he love her so much that he cant bear to loose her....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;it's so saddening to think that a woman's life might become like this one day. i need to sleep....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a woman in that state would seriously need some romance&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11616417-113034312903694192?l=pinkphreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkphreak.blogspot.com/feeds/113034312903694192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11616417&amp;postID=113034312903694192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11616417/posts/default/113034312903694192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11616417/posts/default/113034312903694192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkphreak.blogspot.com/2005/10/romance.html' title='romance'/><author><name>sabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524053800034660535</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-11616417.post-112982040195572097</id><published>2005-10-21T13:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T23:10:11.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GOAL!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;yup, it did rain on us yesterday afterall. wanted to get into the pool a few times but then the clouds kept blowing over. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;wanted to go swimming with ken today and we planned to go really early in the morning cos we reckoned that no one would be at the pool at 8am. it was nice and sunny, but i couldnt wake up in time. and ken kinda watched soccer the night before and slept at 5am. which made me a bit pissed off cos he sent me an sms at 715am telling me to call him when i'm up, so i kept calling till 10 am but he didnt pick up, so i decided that i should just go over to tampines. then he finally called me when i was under his block which was like 11am. and then it started to rain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;we were suppose to rollerblade to the swimming pool and get a dip, but since it started raining we thought we did just go down under the blocks to blade. it's prob been eons since we both used our blades, and the wheels died on us. haha. ken's 8 wheels cracked and the outer layer fell off with every move he made, and mine was just 2 wheels that peeled off. so we couldnt blade in the end. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;i need new blades! in fact, i want new blades. those that has rubber wheels and are used for stunts and stuff. think i'll go ask my dad if i can get a new pair. heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;went to watch GOAL! with ken, bryan and robin at cine. it's a good show! really good show. these boys are slowly pulling me into loving soccer. haha. i'll go crazy during the World Cup. hope it's not during any major exams. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;actually i felt a bit bad for tagging along. it was the boys outing and cos i had nothing to do and didnt want to go home to rot, i thought i would go watch it with them. hope they didnt mind much. robin was a bit shock to see me there. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;birthday's in a month's time. and Bryan's and jeremy's birthday near mine too. so we celebrating all together. going to spent lots to get these boys presents. going to go broke again next month. i'm broke almost every month. haha. i seriously need to get a job. really feel bad asking my parents for money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;my new resolution&lt;/span&gt;: go running at least 3 rounds around the track from monday to friday and get better at squash. also partly cos i wanna lose some excess fats. heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11616417-112982040195572097?l=pinkphreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkphreak.blogspot.com/feeds/112982040195572097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11616417&amp;postID=112982040195572097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11616417/posts/default/112982040195572097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11616417/posts/default/112982040195572097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkphreak.blogspot.com/2005/10/goal.html' title='GOAL!'/><author><name>sabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524053800034660535</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-11616417.post-112969077537638546</id><published>2005-10-20T01:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T10:59:35.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>praise the LORD</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;PraiseTheLord! you know how i rattled on bout definately getting C and below for my BLAW?? well, just got my results today and i got a B! in fact, every module i got a B. except for the Elective, which is a C+. and i think everyone got a C. sucks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;i would really have wanted an A, but i'm just glad i dun have to retake any modules. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY ESTHER! i just got the most wonderful gift on your birthday. although it's not my birthday. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;going swimming with esther nd christine now, hope it doesnt rain on us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;toddles!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11616417-112969077537638546?l=pinkphreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkphreak.blogspot.com/feeds/112969077537638546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11616417&amp;postID=112969077537638546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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month kinda got drained out within the first 2 weeks. sighs. but there's still so many things i wanna get and save up for.&lt;br /&gt;praying really hard for a job a kumon when i shift back to bukit batok. i'll prob give me some savings and more pocket money to buy stuff to pamper myself. heh.&lt;br /&gt;into these jap drama now. ken intorduced it to me. this show called Pride. really nice. i dun usually watch jap drama. now i'm so movtivated to learn jap. it's pretty cool, but heard it's really difficult to learn. think it's one of the toughest language there is.&lt;br /&gt;trying to make it down for every squash training next week. wanna get worked up and get in shape. slacking at home isnt one of the things i need right now. there's nothing to do at home anyways. all the kids got exams and got so many restrictions as to what can be done. like no watching of shows and playing of games unless it's a friday or sat. and i'm usually out on these 2 days.&lt;br /&gt;trying to convince my dad to pay for my driving lessons. if he got the money, which i doubt. haha. it'll make a good birthday present though, something that i can make use of and would last me a life time.&lt;br /&gt;esther's birthday is coming up. next week. wonder what she's planning......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11616417-112947474455475893?l=pinkphreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkphreak.blogspot.com/feeds/112947474455475893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11616417&amp;postID=112947474455475893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11616417/posts/default/112947474455475893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11616417/posts/default/112947474455475893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkphreak.blogspot.com/2005/10/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>sabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524053800034660535</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-11616417.post-112894643388624447</id><published>2005-10-11T11:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T20:13:53.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hols</title><content type='html'>i'm getting a cold. my nose feels like a leaking tap. i think my immune system is failing me, been to the docs a few times already this year. i think more then 5 times. and got all the funny thingys like weird rose-like rash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i read 2 books for the first one week of the hols. i'm into those love, war, during the king and queen period. The 2 books were "Camalot's Shadow" and "A Virgin Lover". the author of "A Virgin Lover" wrote 2 other books, "The Other Bolyn Girl" and "A Queen's Fool". i found "The Other Bolyn Girl" at the library the other time and it was really very interesting, and we bought "A Virgin Lover" and "a Queen's Fool" at a Popular sale at expo. I've yet to read "A Queen's Fool" cos sam is still reading it. i'll tell u bout the story, but it'll prob bore you. so u got to go get the book to read it. i got so excited the other time and i started telling the story to ken, and i think his brain kinda shut down half way though my story or was prob looking around for other entertainment. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a chalet tmw, bbq then stay over one night. ken's there now and they're going night cycling. it scary to go night cycling, i wouldnt dare.&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna watch Bleach now. missed the past few episodes...havent watched since the exams cos had to study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toodles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11616417-112894643388624447?l=pinkphreak.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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11616417.post-112809204772926355</id><published>2005-10-01T13:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T23:03:20.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;okay, my entry just now was a bit short. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;i got these really nasty red spots that i assume are rashes. i dunno how i got them, but they didnt appear on my legs and arms. just from my neck to my waist. pretty irritating. one night i just kept scratching and when i took a bath the next morning, my skin was like burning when the water touched...yaouch!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;also during the BLaw paper, i think i was a bit stressed out, and i kept scratching my back and it beld. saw blood in my nails. yuck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;going to see the doctor tmw. i dun think it's anything to do with my bed cos if it did then the rashes prob wld have appeared more on my legs or arms cos my body is supposedly covered by my shirt. there's pple going down somewhere to play squash tmw and i wont be able to go cos i got to go get these irritating red spots checked. humph.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;and i might not be able to go to the squash chalet, incase it irritates the spots and makes it worse. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;there's going to be a talentime meeting this coming monday too. had to sms 25 pple. wanted to use the Starhub thingy to send free sms online, but i didnt think that everyone were hubbers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;it's funny how conversations end up somewhere far away from the topic you first started on. for some reason the other day on the train with ken, we started talking bout something and ended with children's names. haha. and i actually said that i wanted my kids to have two names and the ones we settled on for sons and daughters were...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Aaron Christopher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ryan Andrew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Rachel Chelsea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Elizabeth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;couldnt think of something that would match elizabeth, but i just like the name. ken thought of Ellie, but the kid would get bullied in school with everyone calling her Elephant or something. and i love the name Aaron and Ryan. and Andrew always comes with Aaron cos i know this pair of twins who are named Aaron and Andrew. haha. the Chelsea thingy is cos ken supports the soccer team called Chelsea, and i thought it'll be pretty cool. but then again. this 2 names thingy seems a bit too over "angmorish" (no offense to any white skin people). haha. if i get an american husband and have kids then it'll be a whole different story and my kids can get a middle name, but if i get a singaporean one then we got to act more like singaporeans and give our kids proper one name. haha, so i'll spilt all that names up....and i dun really like the name Christopher by itself cos it reminds me of an Uncle that i know of. so it sounds a bit ackward if i call my kid that. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11616417-112809204772926355?l=pinkphreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkphreak.blogspot.com/feeds/112809204772926355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11616417&amp;postID=112809204772926355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11616417/posts/default/112809204772926355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11616417/posts/default/112809204772926355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkphreak.blogspot.com/2005/09/blog-post_30.html' title='.'/><author><name>sabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524053800034660535</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-11616417.post-112805797660395061</id><published>2005-10-01T01:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T13:26:16.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>over</title><content type='html'>yay! the exams are over. but the BLaw paper didnt go too well. i'm praying really hard that i wont get a D.&lt;br /&gt;anyways, went for dinner with ken's family yesterday. it was ken's sister's birthday, and we went to the No Signboard Seafood restaurant to eat. we spent quite alot!&lt;br /&gt;anyways, the hols are here, hope i can go get the job at kumon if not i dunno what other job i would want to get.&lt;br /&gt;at sma's hostel now. just finished watching cinderella. so touching and happy story. now i'm at Beauty and the beast. the songs are much nicer. haha.&lt;br /&gt;got to go. ken's last paper is today and got to go back to school to meet him and celebrate!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11616417-112805797660395061?l=pinkphreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkphreak.blogspot.com/feeds/112805797660395061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11616417&amp;postID=112805797660395061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11616417/posts/default/112805797660395061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11616417/posts/default/112805797660395061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkphreak.blogspot.com/2005/09/over.html' title='over'/><author><name>sabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524053800034660535</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-11616417.post-112796845833080988</id><published>2005-09-30T14:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T12:53:47.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;these pics were actually taken quite long ago. but sam just helped me uploaded it. so here they are for viewing pleasure. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11616417-112796845833080988?l=pinkphreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkphreak.blogspot.com/feeds/112796845833080988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11616417&amp;postID=112796845833080988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11616417/posts/default/112796845833080988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11616417/posts/default/112796845833080988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkphreak.blogspot.com/2005/09/these-pics-were-actually-taken-quite.html' title=''/><author><name>sabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524053800034660535</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-11616417.post-112790982742589799</id><published>2005-09-30T14:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T20:35:31.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6607/460/1600/CIMG3341.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6607/460/400/CIMG3341.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ken's i-dun-wanna-smile-but-i'll-give-you-a-small-preview-smile. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11616417-112790982742589799?l=pinkphreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkphreak.blogspot.com/feeds/112790982742589799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11616417&amp;postID=112790982742589799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11616417/posts/default/112790982742589799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11616417/posts/default/112790982742589799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkphreak.blogspot.com/2005/09/kens-i-dun-wanna-smile-but-ill-give.html' title=''/><author><name>sabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524053800034660535</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-11616417.post-112791003904209984</id><published>2005-09-30T14:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T20:36:01.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6607/460/1600/CIMG3350.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6607/460/400/CIMG3350.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our 1yr anniversary. went to the chocolate place at Esplanade. yummy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11616417-112791003904209984?l=pinkphreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkphreak.blogspot.com/feeds/112791003904209984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11616417&amp;postID=112791003904209984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11616417/posts/default/112791003904209984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11616417/posts/default/112791003904209984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkphreak.blogspot.com/2005/09/our-1yr-anniversary.html' title=''/><author><name>sabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524053800034660535</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-11616417.post-112791023419856428</id><published>2005-09-30T14:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T20:36:17.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6607/460/1600/CIMG33511.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6607/460/400/CIMG33511.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; one reason why ken will never be a photographer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11616417-112791023419856428?l=pinkphreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkphreak.blogspot.com/feeds/112791023419856428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11616417&amp;postID=112791023419856428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11616417/posts/default/112791023419856428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11616417/posts/default/112791023419856428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkphreak.blogspot.com/2005/09/one-reason-why-ken-will-never-be.html' title=''/><author><name>sabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524053800034660535</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-11616417.post-112791043069101403</id><published>2005-09-30T14:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T20:36:33.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6607/460/1600/CIMG3362.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6607/460/400/CIMG3362.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6607/460/1600/CIMG3361.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6607/460/400/CIMG3361.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; hanging out at the river side. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11616417-112791043069101403?l=pinkphreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkphreak.blogspot.com/feeds/112791043069101403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11616417&amp;postID=112791043069101403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11616417/posts/default/112791043069101403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11616417/posts/default/112791043069101403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkphreak.blogspot.com/2005/09/hanging-out-at-river-side.html' title=''/><author><name>sabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524053800034660535</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-11616417.post-112791056037551121</id><published>2005-09-30T14:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T20:36:48.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6607/460/1600/CIMG33631.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6607/460/400/CIMG33631.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's the cutest...to me. heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11616417-112791056037551121?l=pinkphreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkphreak.blogspot.com/feeds/112791056037551121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11616417&amp;postID=112791056037551121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11616417/posts/default/112791056037551121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11616417/posts/default/112791056037551121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkphreak.blogspot.com/2005/09/hes-cutest.html' title=''/><author><name>sabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524053800034660535</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-11616417.post-112791069224442176</id><published>2005-09-30T14:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T20:37:09.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6607/460/1600/CIMG3371.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6607/460/400/CIMG3371.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was trying to get a background pic of the esplanade but it came out all squiggly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11616417-112791069224442176?l=pinkphreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkphreak.blogspot.com/feeds/112791069224442176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11616417&amp;postID=112791069224442176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11616417/posts/default/112791069224442176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11616417/posts/default/112791069224442176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkphreak.blogspot.com/2005/09/was-trying-to-get-background-pic-of.html' title=''/><author><name>sabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524053800034660535</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-11616417.post-112791083218330079</id><published>2005-09-30T14:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T20:37:28.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6607/460/1600/CIMG3375.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6607/460/400/CIMG3375.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when colour pictures was invented &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;people went back to the good ol' black and white.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i look scary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11616417-112791083218330079?l=pinkphreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkphreak.blogspot.com/feeds/112791083218330079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11616417&amp;postID=112791083218330079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11616417/posts/default/112791083218330079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11616417/posts/default/112791083218330079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkphreak.blogspot.com/2005/09/when-colour-pictures-was-invented.html' title=''/><author><name>sabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524053800034660535</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-11616417.post-112791123409383341</id><published>2005-09-30T01:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T20:40:46.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6607/460/1600/CIMG33772.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6607/460/400/CIMG33772.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; my eye. and the always oily face. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11616417-112791123409383341?l=pinkphreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkphreak.blogspot.com/feeds/112791123409383341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11616417&amp;postID=112791123409383341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11616417/posts/default/112791123409383341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11616417/posts/default/112791123409383341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkphreak.blogspot.com/2005/09/my-eye.html' title=''/><author><name>sabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524053800034660535</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-11616417.post-112791135309251746</id><published>2005-09-30T01:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T20:43:24.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6607/460/1600/CIMG3441.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6607/460/400/CIMG3441.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; me and jet. if u dunno who jet is, he's my bro. haha. and that's his crappy face. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11616417-112791135309251746?l=pinkphreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkphreak.blogspot.com/feeds/112791135309251746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11616417&amp;postID=112791135309251746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11616417/posts/default/112791135309251746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11616417/posts/default/112791135309251746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkphreak.blogspot.com/2005/09/me-and-jet.html' title=''/><author><name>sabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524053800034660535</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-11616417.post-112791151683569525</id><published>2005-09-30T01:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T20:45:39.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6607/460/1600/CIMG3442.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6607/460/400/CIMG3442.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;half of my face. sam dearie. do we look alike?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11616417-112791151683569525?l=pinkphreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkphreak.blogspot.com/feeds/112791151683569525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11616417&amp;postID=112791151683569525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11616417/posts/default/112791151683569525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11616417/posts/default/112791151683569525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkphreak.blogspot.com/2005/09/half-of-my-face.html' title=''/><author><name>sabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524053800034660535</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-11616417.post-112791178160956315</id><published>2005-09-30T01:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T20:49:41.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6607/460/1600/CIMG34511.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6607/460/400/CIMG34511.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; she scowls at my smile.&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/11616417-112791178160956315?l=pinkphreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkphreak.blogspot.com/feeds/112791178160956315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11616417&amp;postID=112791178160956315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11616417/posts/default/112791178160956315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11616417/posts/default/112791178160956315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkphreak.blogspot.com/2005/09/she-scowls-at-my-smile.html' title=''/><author><name>sabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524053800034660535</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-11616417.post-112791257161445425</id><published>2005-09-30T01:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T12:35:48.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6607/460/1600/CIMG34522.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6607/460/400/CIMG34521.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the fellowship of the baby mahs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11616417-112791257161445425?l=pinkphreak.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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11616417.post-112796831402735174</id><published>2005-09-30T00:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T12:31:54.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6607/460/1600/CIMG34531.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6607/460/400/CIMG34531.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; sister.brother.sister&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/11616417-112796831402735174?l=pinkphreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkphreak.blogspot.com/feeds/112796831402735174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11616417&amp;postID=112796831402735174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11616417/posts/default/112796831402735174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11616417/posts/default/112796831402735174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkphreak.blogspot.com/2005/09/sister.html' title=''/><author><name>sabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524053800034660535</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-11616417.post-112788050073279589</id><published>2005-09-29T03:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T12:08:20.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;3 down 1 to go! hhhaaahhaaa....but it's not a good thing though, my last paper (BLaw) is tomorrow and i havent startedcos i was busy mugging for my today's test. Met Mr Sim at foodcourt six just now and he said that the BLaw paper aint going to be easy! and he was like "good luck" in some sort of sarcastic way...but who cares bout that....the fact that matters the most is that i'm going to be dead. i wont settle for a D cos it wont get me into the uni, and prob whether i like it or not, i'll end up with at least a C. the BLaw CA2 project also kinda sucked, Mr Sim said that only our part A was done well, and the part B was like shiit, and the most marks comes from part B... what do you expect for a project rushed within 2 days...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;hols coming. going to get a job. esther, i got good news, or might be bad news for you, i dunno...haha...but i'll prob be trying to get a job at Kumon, the one you're at. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i think most ppl dunno yet, but the TCK home is closing. and i'll be going to live with my aunty who lives in bukit batok who lives near my flat in bukit batok who is going to take care of me and my bro all stuff in one room who would provide a TV. yupp! a TVeeee! haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;sleeping in one room with my bro isnt really what me and him will be looking forward to, but i guess we got to make do with whatever comes. wont be going back to our own home anytime soon cos the woman has the contract for 2 years i think. prob when my bro is in the army or something then we'll be able to move back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;anyways esther....anna's going to ask if they got vacancy for me. and if they have then i'll be joing you there!!! hehe...so exciting....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11616417-112788050073279589?l=pinkphreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkphreak.blogspot.com/feeds/112788050073279589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11616417&amp;postID=112788050073279589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11616417/posts/default/112788050073279589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11616417/posts/default/112788050073279589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkphreak.blogspot.com/2005/09/fa.html' title='FA'/><author><name>sabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524053800034660535</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-11616417.post-112752111684641567</id><published>2005-09-24T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T08:18:36.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>taxation!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;the TAXATION paper was good! i might be able to get an A...or so i think. i'm not sure if i found it easy cos i missed out alot of things of it was really that easy. haha. guess all my hard work havent gone to waste. i kinda woke up at 3 yesterday morning and read through everything again. was so tired. so i went to bed at 8pm. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;it's FA and BLAW now. going to woodlands library to meet ailian and nis later to study till 9pm. 12 hours of studying would prob be enough. i actually need more time to study. the worst has been saved for the last, BLAW....better start on it too, then can go to school 2 days before and throw all my queries at Mr Sim. haha. okaes. got to go!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;toodles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11616417-112752111684641567?l=pinkphreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkphreak.blogspot.com/feeds/112752111684641567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11616417&amp;postID=112752111684641567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11616417/posts/default/112752111684641567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11616417/posts/default/112752111684641567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkphreak.blogspot.com/2005/09/taxation.html' title='taxation!'/><author><name>sabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524053800034660535</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-11616417.post-112730487651591513</id><published>2005-09-22T11:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T20:14:36.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>exams!</title><content type='html'>i've never felt so motivated to study! haha. i guess it because of the stupid COSt accounting paper. it's so difficult! the questions were not even close the the kind we did in our past year papers and tutorials. or either that, the lecturers twisted the questions to make it damn confusing so we will fail the paper. i think the past year papers were much much much easier.&lt;br /&gt;next paper is TAX, on friday. will be going to school from 10am to 6pm everyday to study with ailian. and maybe on sat, i'll go down to the woodlands library and study the whole day until 9pm then i'll make my way home. heh. still havent started on my FA and BLAW yet. i'm not so confident bout BLAW though. seems like there's too much to memorize.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, i think studying in school is much more condusive then studying back at home. it's prob cos i have someone to study with and ask questions if i dunno stuff. nis was suppose to come down today, but she decided to stay home and finish up the past year papers instead. Jermin thought we'll confuse him oo much and felt that staying at home studying by himself will be better. i'm sorry jermin, if we confuse u too much. sometimes i confuse myself too. haha&lt;br /&gt;spent the whole day studying, but still not enough. got to finish reading all the chapters by today, at least, so i can start on my past year papers....and tutorials! and i only have one more day! i need more time!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11616417-112730487651591513?l=pinkphreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkphreak.blogspot.com/feeds/112730487651591513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11616417&amp;postID=112730487651591513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11616417/posts/default/112730487651591513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11616417/posts/default/112730487651591513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkphreak.blogspot.com/2005/09/exams_21.html' title='exams!'/><author><name>sabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524053800034660535</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-11616417.post-112712772796584083</id><published>2005-09-17T10:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T19:03:03.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>unfair</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;i hate rwps. if u got the grades i got, u would hate it to. i think the lecturer is damn bias. blardy class participation so low, pesentation so low. the worst part was that i tried to ask as many blardy questions during the other groups presentation and my marks remained as low as ever. stupid lecturer!!! *curses*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11616417-112712772796584083?l=pinkphreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkphreak.blogspot.com/feeds/112712772796584083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11616417&amp;postID=112712772796584083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11616417/posts/default/112712772796584083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11616417/posts/default/112712772796584083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkphreak.blogspot.com/2005/09/unfair.html' title='unfair'/><author><name>sabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524053800034660535</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-11616417.post-112684980437071765</id><published>2005-09-16T17:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T13:50:04.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hammy baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;i just adopted the cutest virtual pet. haha. my hammy baby. it's so cute. i named him after Pinky from Pinky and The Brain cartoon. heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11616417-112684980437071765?l=pinkphreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkphreak.blogspot.com/feeds/112684980437071765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11616417&amp;postID=112684980437071765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11616417/posts/default/112684980437071765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11616417/posts/default/112684980437071765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkphreak.blogspot.com/2005/09/hammy-baby.html' title='hammy baby'/><author><name>sabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524053800034660535</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-11616417.post-112679618561609477</id><published>2005-09-16T13:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T22:56:25.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gimm's tale</title><content type='html'>went to watch Brothers Grimm with ken just now! heh. it's a pretty good show, got the different childrens tale combined in it. it's a little scary at some parts, you know how "scray" my "scary" really is, but ya, it was pretty good overall, not fantasic though. if anyone hasnt watched The Longest Yard then i suggest you watch it first.&lt;br /&gt;1 yr 1 month sounds pretty weird...so it's just 13 months. the movie was also kindof a reward for studying the whole morning....with breaks in between. so it really adds up to not studying at all.&lt;br /&gt;we went to great world to watch Brothers Grimm and after that we headed to EZone and played 10 bucks worth of games. i must say that the marketing tatic that Ezone uses is pretty impressive. u start with one card with all the money inside and end up with also one card, but no money inside. the token way is you start off with a hand full of coins and end up empty handed, and you wont feel so good after spending it all.&lt;br /&gt;we took the drawing thingy at this scatching machine. you know the one where it's actually printed but it looked pencil drawn? yar, that one... 3 bucks. cheaper then neoprint but only one copy. and my face kinda look roundish in it. if i have the chance to scan the pic into the comp and upload it then you'll get to see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm having a outbreak of pimples on my face, think it the stress, maybe not enough water, or even maybe cos i havent had much sleep. getting these weird looking eye bags too. it makes the skin under my eye look purple. gross. but no money to go buy facial stuff to correct it. will have to live with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ken was telling me all the murder or death stories that he read from chain emails. pretty scary to actually see what the real world is like out there. people can just murder you when you least expect. its like you can be living you life just great and then BAM! someone stabs you from the back or robs and murder you. it is a hard debate about living your life to the fullest or the fact that you should enjoy while you can. If i know that i'll be dead within 2 or 3 years, i would prob stop schooling and go travel around the world or something. but what if happen to not die after that 2 or 3 years, and i find myself in a state where i cant get a job cos i dropped out of school and stuff like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe all these doesnt make sense....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11616417-112679618561609477?l=pinkphreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkphreak.blogspot.com/feeds/112679618561609477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11616417&amp;postID=112679618561609477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11616417/posts/default/112679618561609477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11616417/posts/default/112679618561609477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkphreak.blogspot.com/2005/09/gimms-tale.html' title='gimm&apos;s tale'/><author><name>sabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524053800034660535</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-11616417.post-112676360890314054</id><published>2005-09-16T05:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T14:04:17.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ewww</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm horrified!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;do u know many "&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;pinkphreak&lt;/span&gt;"s there are out there now? it was a year ago when i would type "&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;pinkphreak&lt;/span&gt;" in any search engine and prob only find my blog link there. now! there's like millions of them now! COPYCATS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I'm trying to do some COST past year papers. but i still dunno how to do so many! urgh! stressed out again. think i got to go back to school on friday or something to ask ENP for help. i still havent started my revision for the other papers yet. and i'm like going to be so busy this week. going out...yea, i know *slaps sabby* exams coming but still go out. haiz....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;today is my 1 yr 1 month with ken, so i'm going out with him. tmw i'm going to meet joshua and hansel, saturday got the InSpire thingy at church and then at night would be bbq at ken's uncle's house. sunday is church and swimming in the afternoon....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;i'm thinking of not going swimming on sunday then i can come home....and maybe not go on friday too....but if i dun go on friday then i wont get to see joshua and hansel for another million years! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;whattodowhattodowhattodo?!?!?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;anyways, i've been using money like water and i think my parent's cash account is depleting really fast too. feeling really guilty. better go find a part time job during the hols. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;here's to jermin, lian and nis:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;i know yr2 is tough and all, but i want to see yall do well for your exams, even if you do better than me. life is never easy pple, but you just got to go through whatever that comes your way now then suffer later right? i'm sure when we grow up and start to work we would start wondering why we didnt do better in our studies and we would have ended up in a better job then the shiit job we have, or maybe we should have treasured studying life more because working sucks so bad. i'm not saying that my results are damn good, i'm struggling too, but put in a little more effort and you'll see the diff, make use of the lecturers and not let them get their pay so easily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11616417-112676360890314054?l=pinkphreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkphreak.blogspot.com/feeds/112676360890314054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11616417&amp;postID=112676360890314054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11616417/posts/default/112676360890314054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11616417/posts/default/112676360890314054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkphreak.blogspot.com/2005/09/ewww.html' title='ewww'/><author><name>sabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524053800034660535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
