<?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-2564448504247943786</id><updated>2012-02-16T21:38:28.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'>audrey</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkeyy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564448504247943786/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkeyy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564448504247943786/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>pinky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>206</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564448504247943786.post-7066555979304094051</id><published>2011-03-19T00:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T00:22:05.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>29months but just didn't feel right. Thought we were smooth sailing but i noe all these won't last long. 100% things will go wrong somewhere, somehow, somewhat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll see our 'good' show together. No need say how i feeling now cos there's no meaning nor is there any point. Just this-FML. For everything.&lt;br /&gt;Bless me luck. hope world end will be as stated. 21st dec 2012......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2564448504247943786-7066555979304094051?l=pinkeyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkeyy.blogspot.com/feeds/7066555979304094051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564448504247943786&amp;postID=7066555979304094051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564448504247943786/posts/default/7066555979304094051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564448504247943786/posts/default/7066555979304094051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkeyy.blogspot.com/2011/03/29months-but-just-didnt-feel-right.html' title=''/><author><name>pinky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564448504247943786.post-3005729693590811953</id><published>2010-11-06T23:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T00:01:30.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sentosa today was exhausting! And worst thing it came with the woman most troublesome day of the month. Lucky it was with baby and at least there's someone to be beside and feel extra safe with. :)&lt;br /&gt;Was volleyball then captain ball with colleagues. And before we had the skyride n luge, we played frisbee. I suck at it. I think I am an idiot when come to sports. Anything also dunno. Spent pretty much today. Heart pain. But still, think its pretty worth it cos it's the day with donkey too. Maybe slightly over $100 just for the games dinner movie parking ice cream n etc. &lt;br /&gt;5 more days to my bday but I not looking forward to it. Feel unwanted cos there's nowhere in mind i want to go nor donkey wanna bring me. He also not sure can he takes that day off. Never had i felt so pathetic on my bday. But bday is always not a thing for me to look forward to becos i hate disappointments. I guess i having tons of 'bad' hormones in me trying to make me feel depressed and unwanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work is getting so bored and so monotonous. Wanted to give a change of it but still haven get my butt set to look for a more challenging one. Wanted pharmacy again but its not 5days week. Donkey sacrifice his role of a pharmacist to have a 5 days work week and now, its doesn't make any sense for me to find a 5.5 days work. Haiz. Headache arh headache ahhhhh...&lt;br /&gt;Life isn't smooth sailing. Doesn't always goes the way we want it. But with someone to lean on and to give you support, are what have led me to come this far. Thanks baby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2564448504247943786-3005729693590811953?l=pinkeyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkeyy.blogspot.com/feeds/3005729693590811953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564448504247943786&amp;postID=3005729693590811953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564448504247943786/posts/default/3005729693590811953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564448504247943786/posts/default/3005729693590811953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkeyy.blogspot.com/2010/11/sentosa-today-was-exhausting-and-worst.html' title=''/><author><name>pinky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564448504247943786.post-568853758798777645</id><published>2010-10-24T09:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T09:12:54.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Been 4 days since I came back from korea. Best trip so far as compared to hk and taiwan. Maybe it's becos with a tour guide. Lots of advantages when you join a tour group for instance, no need plan itinerary, no need walk long distance, won't get lost, cover meals, cover all the main attraction and explaination of cultures by the tour guide. But the bad thing is we dun get to shop as long as we want. So I ended up only buying 4 tops :( and also blame it on the cosmestic as i spent almost S$200 for it and when come to shopping in ladies street and dongdaemoon, we got not much cash left. Cant even taste much of road side food. Argh.. That's the biggest regret ever D: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beside that, I love that place. Everywhere along the road you can see beautiful wild flowers that bloom brightly unlike spore with just plain green trees or bush. Weather was cold. first night was at ski resort and its was 6 degree celcius. And the stupid me just brought a jacket and a slipper and I was freezing cold whenever we step out of the resort. Everyone was like asking me why i didnt bring cover shoes. Argh so freaking embarassing. More photos in my facebook but yet to upload all.. Yet to show people the traditional korea style room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recommend korea in october as you can see partial red and yellow leaves all over seoul and jeju and the weather is cooling as you may describe its as you are walking in a air-conditioned room with blazing sun (which you wont sweat at all!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trip ended off nicely with the donkey waking me up on the 20/10/2010 at 2.10am (spore time) and tell me he got something to give me. It's the 'magical' ring. Many people say he's not romantic in the way of asking cos he shld be asking me at 20:10 where we were in the plane through the PA system. But I prefer nice and simple as all along, watching too much tv drama, it make me feel abit worried that I would get all those attention-seeking-everyone-stare-at-you-and-clap-and-cheer-when-you-say-yes kind of proposal. Phew its over. Still yet to plan ROM or whether or not want a wedding banquet. Flat wise, it will be some house near my house. Best is the same block as I can run up or down to my parents and brother to seek for comfort if he bully me.. Haha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2564448504247943786-568853758798777645?l=pinkeyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkeyy.blogspot.com/feeds/568853758798777645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564448504247943786&amp;postID=568853758798777645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564448504247943786/posts/default/568853758798777645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564448504247943786/posts/default/568853758798777645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkeyy.blogspot.com/2010/10/been-4-days-since-i-came-back-from_24.html' title=''/><author><name>pinky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564448504247943786.post-4552477710755930863</id><published>2010-10-24T09:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T09:09:20.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Been 4 days since I came back from korea. Best trip so far as compared to hk and taiwan. Maybe it's becos with a tour guide. Lots of advantages when you join a tour group for instance, no need plan itinerary, no need walk long distance, won't get lost, cover meals, cover all the main attraction and explaination of cultures by the tour guide. But the bad thing is we dun get to shop as long as we want. So I ended up only buying 4 tops :( and also blame it on the cosmestic as i spent almost S$200 for it and when come to shopping in ladies street and dongdaemoon, we got not much cash left. Cant even taste much of road side food. Argh.. That's the biggest regret ever D: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beside that, I love that place. Everywhere along the road you can see beautiful wild flowers that bloom brightly unlike spore with just plain green trees or bush. Weather was cold. first night was at ski resort and its was 6 degree celcius. And the stupid me just brought a jacket and a slipper and I was freezing cold whenever we step out of the resort. Everyone was like asking me why i didnt bring cover shoes. Argh so freaking embarassing. More photos in my facebook but yet to upload all.. Yet to show people the traditional korea style room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recommend korea in october as you can see partial red and yellow leaves all over seoul and jeju and the weather is cooling as you may describe its as you are walking in a air-conditioned room with blazing sun (which you wont sweat at all!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trip ended off nicely with the donkey waking me up on the 20/10/2010 at 2.10am (spore time) and tell me he got something to give me. It's the 'magical' ring. Many people say he's not romantic in the way of asking cos he shld be asking me at 20:10 where we were in the plane through the PA system. But I prefer nice and simple as all along, watching too much tv drama, it make me feel abit worried that I would get all those attention-seeking-everyone-stare-at-you-and-clap-and-cheer-when-you-say-yes kind of proposal. Phew its over. Still yet to plan ROM or whether or not want a wedding banquet. Flat wise, it will be some house near my house. Best is the same block as I can run up or down to my parents and brother to seek for comfort if he bully me.. Haha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2564448504247943786-4552477710755930863?l=pinkeyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkeyy.blogspot.com/feeds/4552477710755930863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564448504247943786&amp;postID=4552477710755930863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564448504247943786/posts/default/4552477710755930863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564448504247943786/posts/default/4552477710755930863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkeyy.blogspot.com/2010/10/been-4-days-since-i-came-back-from.html' title=''/><author><name>pinky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564448504247943786.post-7353194037558108907</id><published>2010-10-03T12:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T12:42:15.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally I am ready to blog. Been a long 5 days at HK and my legs never fail to ache everyday. First 3 days we were at HK island and the other 3 days we were at mongkok. Everyone was like saying hkee very rude and impatient but i feel that people in HK island aren't as rude as kowloon people. But overall they are nice and helpful people just that i dun know why they love to frown when you ask them something but then when they answer you they seems friendly. People in hk tot i was a hkee. Kept talking to me in canto and come across 2 person asking me for direction. I was like a lost child in every shop cos i can't understand what they trying to say. I even had no clue for the price of an object. I'm lousy. There's a difference in the things sold in hkisland and kowloon and the price btw this 2 is like 4x more than the other. So for the first 3 days i didnt buy anything much at hkisland but when it come to mongkok, i whack everything especially at arygle centre and those mini shop beside ladies market. Food suck in hk compared to taiwan. But hk is so much cleaner and traffic is good as compared to taiwan.&lt;br /&gt;Though i'm glad that i'm back in spore, but still, if i were given a chance back there i would have no hesitation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following wednesday will be my korea trip w domo. Omg i cant wait for that day. 10 more days and after the trip i'll live with no regret :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s: if you were with me in hk, then the trip would be a perfect one :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2564448504247943786-7353194037558108907?l=pinkeyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkeyy.blogspot.com/feeds/7353194037558108907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564448504247943786&amp;postID=7353194037558108907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564448504247943786/posts/default/7353194037558108907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564448504247943786/posts/default/7353194037558108907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkeyy.blogspot.com/2010/10/finally-i-am-ready-to-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>pinky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564448504247943786.post-6912955106086649838</id><published>2010-09-12T12:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T12:10:51.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's Sept 12 today! The day brought many memories. Don't know is it really good or bad cos it's the day that i had my first date with him 2 years back. The day where i was touched with all the surprises-flyers and prives at keppel bay. But with this indelible memories of that faithful day, sometime when we quarrel and things get nasty, i'll get pretty emotional when i thought of all the wonderful moment 2 years back when i was everything in his eyes. I believe this is a universal thing human experience but somehow i wish i can be excluded. &lt;br /&gt;Last year sept 12 he plan a outing to commemorate our 1 year dating and it fail due to me. He was disappointed and afraid of giving me surprises anymore or afraid of planning an outing. So this year, there's nothing to look forward to but jus to spend time with each other watching dvd i guess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright talk about yesterday. Went to west mall for the first time and met justin's friends. Such a small world cos all of us seldom went to the west. I kept on thinking it's freaking far to have to travel from kallang to bukit batok even though my bus ride was only 25 mins. Haha! but there's nothing much at west mall. Really. In the end went with his friends going round the mooncake booth and take durian samples. And decided to buy the Four Season although i still prefer Home's Favourite. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Head down to Fajar for the baby's 1st month. The baby so cute lah! Can't wait to see how my baby will look like in years to come :) anyway the party was pack with people from work and was somehow uneasy because other than my group, it's all SO and there's really nothing much to talk with them. We had a chit chat session with boss and gained some very good 'information' from him. So it's not that bad after all. Domo said can see he is very knowledgable. Sorry domo i didnt really intro you to the SO :( the crowd wasn't the best time to intro. I'll do it when the time is right :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached home pretty early as we had nowhere to go. And I stay up till 11pm to watch cna 911 phone call from the tower. One word to describe it all- heartbreaking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2564448504247943786-6912955106086649838?l=pinkeyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkeyy.blogspot.com/feeds/6912955106086649838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564448504247943786&amp;postID=6912955106086649838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564448504247943786/posts/default/6912955106086649838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564448504247943786/posts/default/6912955106086649838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkeyy.blogspot.com/2010/09/its-sept-12-today-day-brought-many_12.html' title=''/><author><name>pinky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564448504247943786.post-4718112363374927579</id><published>2010-09-12T12:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T12:07:18.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's Sept 12 today! The day brought many memories. Don't know is it really good or bad cos it's the day that i had my first date with him 2 years back. The day where i was touched with all the surprises-flyers and prives at keppel bay. But with this indelible memories of that faithful day, sometime when we quarrel and things get nasty, i'll get pretty emotional when i thought of all the wonderful moment 2 years back when i was everything in his eyes. I believe this is a universal thing human experience but somehow i wish i can be excluded. &lt;br /&gt;Last year sept 12 he plan a outing to commemorate our 1 year dating and it fail due to me. He was disappointed and afraid of giving me surprises anymore or afraid of planning an outing. So this year, there's nothing to look forward to but jus to spend time with each other watching dvd i guess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright talk about yesterday. Went to west mall for the first time and met justin's friends. Such a small world cos all of us seldom went to the west. I kept on thinking it's freaking far to have to travel from kallang to bukit batok even though my bus ride was only 25 mins. Haha! but there's nothing much at west mall. Really. In the end went with his friends going round the mooncake booth and take durian samples. And decided to buy the Four Season although i still prefer Home's Favourite. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Head down to Fajar for the baby's 1st month. The baby so cute lah! Can't wait to see how my baby will look like in years to come :) anyway the party was pack with people from work and was somehow uneasy because other than my group, it's all SO and there's really nothing much to talk with them. We had a chit chat session with boss and gained some very good 'information' from him. So it's not that bad after all. Domo said can see his very knowledgable. Sorry domo i didnt really intro you to the SO :( the crowd wasn't the best time to intro. I'll do it when the time is right :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached home pretty early as we had nowhere to go. And I stay up till 11pm to watch cna 911 phone call from the tower. One word to describe it all- heartbreaking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2564448504247943786-4718112363374927579?l=pinkeyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkeyy.blogspot.com/feeds/4718112363374927579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564448504247943786&amp;postID=4718112363374927579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564448504247943786/posts/default/4718112363374927579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564448504247943786/posts/default/4718112363374927579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkeyy.blogspot.com/2010/09/its-sept-12-today-day-brought-many.html' title=''/><author><name>pinky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564448504247943786.post-7501198017285420414</id><published>2010-09-11T11:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T11:19:24.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Long weekend is here! Pack with lots of actiVities whenever weekend arrive. Will be going to my colleague's baby 1 month later. Can't believe time flies because last year we just went for his house warming and now pop out a baby in a year time. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work is good for now, now only.. And realise taking leave is not as difficult as it seems as I have to take a last minute 5 days leave end of this month as my parents wanted to go hk. And the fact that i have taken another 6days leave in october. Thanks to the nice boss and forget about the very lousy reporting officer i have. I hate her and such a bad coincidence, i have her as a ro. Argh... this blog is suppose to be private so if she happen to see it, i wouldnt mind at all.&lt;br /&gt;Donkey wasn't happy at all that i'm leaving for hk and leaving him alone here. What's done is done. I've book all last minute air ticket and only a 2 days hotel. Yet to book another hotel in mongkok though. But justin, when i come back, it will be time for us to go korea. So just bare with me for the 5 days. &lt;br /&gt;Things are going well for us as i learn to loosen things up a bit. Weekdays are basically no life for us and weekend will be the days that make us be together. So audrey = lifeless. Life for me is work my ass away and spend the money to tour around the world. :D&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, due to the super pack time this month and the next, i'm not going for my pract driving in oct 25 as i yet to learn parking and enter circuit. better to waste the $20 than to waste the $140. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2564448504247943786-7501198017285420414?l=pinkeyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkeyy.blogspot.com/feeds/7501198017285420414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564448504247943786&amp;postID=7501198017285420414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564448504247943786/posts/default/7501198017285420414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564448504247943786/posts/default/7501198017285420414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkeyy.blogspot.com/2010/09/long-weekend-is-here-pack-with-lots-of.html' title=''/><author><name>pinky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564448504247943786.post-420478763714662612</id><published>2010-08-23T07:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T07:59:44.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Time check 730am in the morning. Mum has an appt at ttsh later at 9am and I use my last elderly care leave to bring her. It make no difference to wake up early to work. Didn't have a good sleep due to the same old thing. A depression person will not say she's depressed. I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;Had a thought about the gay. How he used to treat me and scold me because of a gay. History is repeating itself. Realise i'm as weak as before. Maybe the problem is just me. I'll be an old witch for the rest of my life i guess :) Lost faith completely. &lt;br /&gt;From today onward, I hope it will be a new day, a new audrey :) I'll see how successful this plan will be for me. Hopefully things will work out fine.&lt;br /&gt;Going to give myself a change for my workscope. Trying pharmacy again :) current job too slack. No sense of satisfaction. And can't keep myself busy haha. First time i'm complaining a job that's too slack!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2564448504247943786-420478763714662612?l=pinkeyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkeyy.blogspot.com/feeds/420478763714662612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564448504247943786&amp;postID=420478763714662612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564448504247943786/posts/default/420478763714662612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564448504247943786/posts/default/420478763714662612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkeyy.blogspot.com/2010/08/time-check-730am-in-morning_23.html' title=''/><author><name>pinky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564448504247943786.post-5525835307301383599</id><published>2010-08-23T07:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T07:57:12.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Time check 730am in the morning. Mum has an appt at ttsh later at 9am and I use my last elderly care leave to bring her. It make no difference to wake up early to work. Didn't have a good sleep due to the same old thing. A depression person will not say she's depressed. I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;Had a thought about the gay. How he used to treat me and scold me because of a gay. History is repeating itself. Realise i'm as weak as before. Maybe the problem is just me. I'll be an old witch for the rest of my life i guess :) Lost faith completely. &lt;br /&gt;From today onward, I hope it will be a new day, a new audrey :) I'll see how successful this plan will be for me. Hopefully things will work out fine.&lt;br /&gt;Going to give myself a change for my workscope. Trying pharmacy again :) current job too slack. No sense of satisfaction. And can't keep myself busy haha. First time i'm complaining a job that's too slack!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2564448504247943786-5525835307301383599?l=pinkeyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkeyy.blogspot.com/feeds/5525835307301383599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564448504247943786&amp;postID=5525835307301383599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564448504247943786/posts/default/5525835307301383599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564448504247943786/posts/default/5525835307301383599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkeyy.blogspot.com/2010/08/time-check-730am-in-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>pinky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564448504247943786.post-769659044979874086</id><published>2010-08-11T10:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T10:10:20.461+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Completed with the injections and all the torturing noises during the surgery. First time in my life had LA and its really amazing. There isn't any pain during the whole 10mins. but it didn't last for long. After 3hrs I can feel the sharp and orh chei pain on my gum. The LA effect had gone. But luckily naproxen did a brilliant thing to nurse my pain :)&lt;br /&gt;Donkey took leave and pei me. But it makes me feel like i am his burden because his mind is still at work. He had lots of thing to complete at work. A never ending assignment for him and he still have to take leave. I know i should feel happy that he took his leave but with him having to keep on thinking and doing his work make that suppose-to-be-happy mood not that 'pure' anymore. Going to unstitch on monday and i didn't ask him to take leave but before i can say anything, he give the look 'huh-not-again' look and say he will take half day. I rejected him flat. I couldn't really tell him how I feel when i see his expression. The heart hurts more than the physical injury. I am the burden. But i'm glad its over. Monday i'll just get my stitches done and go back to work. &lt;br /&gt;I am rotting at home now. So bored and nothing better to do. Maybe going to work isn't a bad thing afterall. :)&lt;br /&gt;Later will be heading to YOG. Excited. But before that i'll go ubi and book my practical if i'm not lazy. (which i think i will be)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had this weird dream at korea with friends and family. Cheat a arcade woman and got exposed with my cheating. And in my dream I couldn't differentiate a elmo and a cookie monster. I suck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2564448504247943786-769659044979874086?l=pinkeyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkeyy.blogspot.com/feeds/769659044979874086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564448504247943786&amp;postID=769659044979874086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564448504247943786/posts/default/769659044979874086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564448504247943786/posts/default/769659044979874086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkeyy.blogspot.com/2010/08/completed-with-injections-and-all.html' title=''/><author><name>pinky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564448504247943786.post-6133517464506602192</id><published>2010-08-09T15:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T15:38:07.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tmr will be my death day. I will be extracting my wisdom teeth. Argh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since secondary school, i had been cursing the dentist who make my mouth full of blood with merely just a routine teeth check. And ever since then, i never had stepped into any dental centre or watsoever clinic concerning about teeth. I always had been very proud of my straight teeth which it do not need to go for any major construction or fixing a braces. &lt;br /&gt;I guess I was too proud of it. So after many years of not visiting a dentist, I stepped into the dental centre last month and was recommended to extract my wisdom teeth asap. Let me die tmr on the surgery chair. Allow me to faint before the needle poke into my gum. Allow me to become deaf before the sawing and drilling starts. Argh.. 17 hours more to the panicking mood. &lt;br /&gt;Its a beautiful long wkend supposingly. But the surgery has been a mind toturing thing to my brain. I couldnt enjoy any tiny bit of this long weekend.&lt;br /&gt;If my gum didnt get swollen or if conditions allow, i'll be heading to YOG rehearsal on wednesday. Something which I wasn't excited or keen on few months back but now, with all the big huha about YOG, it has even made my small little toe getting all excited to see what is up with this big singapore event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray hard I can go or else the tickets will be wasted and I don't know how many more years I have to wait. Or even by then, singapore may no longer exist.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I yet to meet up many of my friends. Been gettin lazier and just want to get home after work everyday. Most of the people around me seems to be so busy with studies, work, tuition, activities...... &lt;br /&gt;But i am different. I have none of that. That explain why I had lots of free time which I don't know where to 'spend' it on. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 more months to korea. Hope the tour can find another 8 people so that they will not have to cancel my tour in october.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, I had been very impatient with a woman lately and she hit my nerve on friday that I had to hurt her with my words. I know she put down her pride and apologies and we did not bother to acknowledge the apologies. It's not that I am petty but I cannot set my fingers texting her it's alright.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2564448504247943786-6133517464506602192?l=pinkeyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkeyy.blogspot.com/feeds/6133517464506602192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564448504247943786&amp;postID=6133517464506602192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564448504247943786/posts/default/6133517464506602192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564448504247943786/posts/default/6133517464506602192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkeyy.blogspot.com/2010/08/tmr-will-be-my-death-day.html' title=''/><author><name>pinky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564448504247943786.post-1563009849647157020</id><published>2010-08-01T10:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T10:18:44.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'flat' is a headache</title><content type='html'>Smsing fel make me realise that my blog is still alive. Been updating vigourously last few weeks but a moment in time, it has make me forgotten it existance.&lt;br /&gt;Glad to know that my fellow frens around me have been doing great. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, i don't know what's wrong with me with the frequent fever, cough and flu. It comes and go. Last monday took mc again and till wednesday i feel better but then again, everything go back to square one on Friday. Im a sick chicken on bed. Suspect is bed bug flu-if there's such a thing haha. I had been experiencing bed bug in my house weeks ago and i think I am the one who brought home from work as on friday, I had a chain of bed bug bites on my arm when i was at work and outside. Stupid bugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I had better things in mind to do rather than minding the bed bugs. Things like planning for the future etc. Had been thinking a lot things going on between me and justin. Basically, the flat issue. Had countless fight over it because i don't know whether am I making a rash decision and like what he said, i cannot a minute want house and a minute say don't want as he will break down. I am those who can change a decision in a minute and I have no confident when house is the issue here. When I told him I am not ready to give the answer he was upset as it mean that I have hesistation in living together with him for the rest of our lives. Sometime seeing how couples sign up flat together, buying proposal ring for their love ones, i got the urge to want all that but at the end of the day, it still comes down to whether have you found your partner who can love you till old age, still hands in hands when both of you are both 'bo-geh' , stand by you throughout all obstacles and share your happiness and joy together. Can somebody tell me what should I do? Though I know at the end of the day I still need to make that choice myself. But I just hope to see how people have different opinions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2564448504247943786-1563009849647157020?l=pinkeyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkeyy.blogspot.com/feeds/1563009849647157020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564448504247943786&amp;postID=1563009849647157020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564448504247943786/posts/default/1563009849647157020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564448504247943786/posts/default/1563009849647157020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkeyy.blogspot.com/2010/08/flat-is-headache.html' title='&apos;flat&apos; is a headache'/><author><name>pinky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564448504247943786.post-5649341509966469780</id><published>2010-07-24T11:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T11:04:23.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Praise the wisdom tooth of mine as its so mighty powerful that it can cause me to have swollen gum and sore throat flu and now hard core cough. Seen a dentist at NDC and had a X ray which was freaking awesome. I can c all my tiny and big teeth which includes decaying wisdom tooth and my molar. And the best thing is it can show me where's the mouth and gum's nerves are. There's 2 white line of nerves close to the extraction part and the risk is that next time i wont be able to feel my lower jaw, tongue and lips, either temporarily or permanently. I learn more facts about sinus on top of my upper jaw and know the difference between LA and GA. Awesome! Thats what I call learning abit here n there wherever i go unlike at my workplace where i learn nothing much :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excited about today activity with domo. Will be heading to suntec for the travel fair and then to the esplanade for the singapore chinese orchastra performance. First time in my life i going to attend this unlike the usual sight-seeing at esplanade. But I had this hard core cough that is damn irritating and I hope I wont disturb the whole concert and not be chased out. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2564448504247943786-5649341509966469780?l=pinkeyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkeyy.blogspot.com/feeds/5649341509966469780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564448504247943786&amp;postID=5649341509966469780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564448504247943786/posts/default/5649341509966469780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564448504247943786/posts/default/5649341509966469780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkeyy.blogspot.com/2010/07/praise-wisdom-tooth-of-mine-as-its-so_24.html' title=''/><author><name>pinky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564448504247943786.post-4370847842247506210</id><published>2010-07-24T11:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T11:02:12.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Praise the wisdom tooth of mine as its so mighty powerful that it can cause me to have swollen gum and sore throat flu and now hard core cough. Seen a dentist at NDC and had a X ray which was freaking awesome. I can c all my tiny and big teeth which includes decaying wisdom tooth and my molar. And the best thing is it can show me where's the mouth and gum's nerves are. There's 2 white line of nerves close to the extraction part and the risk is that next time i wont be able to feel my lower jaw, tongue and lips, either temporarily or permanently. I learn more facts about sinus on top of my upper jaw and know the difference between LA and GA. Awesome! Thats what I call learning abit here n there wherever i go unlike at my workplace where i learn nothing much :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excited about today activity with domo. Will be heading to suntec for the travel fair and then to the esplanade for the singapore chinese orchastra performance. First time in my life i going to attend this unlike the usual sight-seeing at esplanade. But I had this hard core cough that is damn irritating and I hope I wont disturb the whole concert and not be chased out. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2564448504247943786-4370847842247506210?l=pinkeyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkeyy.blogspot.com/feeds/4370847842247506210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564448504247943786&amp;postID=4370847842247506210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564448504247943786/posts/default/4370847842247506210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564448504247943786/posts/default/4370847842247506210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkeyy.blogspot.com/2010/07/praise-wisdom-tooth-of-mine-as-its-so.html' title=''/><author><name>pinky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564448504247943786.post-1089186480695083130</id><published>2010-07-20T17:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T17:56:53.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had a check with dr about my wisdom tooth. It has been a pain in my ass for many months concurrently. I was adviced to pluck out. But thinking that i have so many urgent cases in hand make me cannot afford to take long mc. Maybe i'll extract it during august when all my urgent cases have finished. Today is the last day of my long wkend. Had ftt yesterday with domo taking leave to fetch me to the test make me feel loved. Don't know y after so many years, i still experience butterfly in my stomach whenever I had test or exam. Maybe its e undue stress i gave myself. I am so useless. But glad that all the butterflies and ftt books days are over. What I can plan to do now is planning my korea trip with donkey for our 2yrs anni in october. &lt;br /&gt;I still have 2 more months to complete the romance book-p.s i love you and less than 3 months to do research and planning. Excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 1yr in HSA, i finally show abit of my fox tail which is showing my temper to a old woman. But I am trying my best to control it as it's still in a controllable state. I still have many more yrs there as I realise that maybe I should stay long in this field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly as for mr justin, I'm glad we come thus far :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2564448504247943786-1089186480695083130?l=pinkeyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkeyy.blogspot.com/feeds/1089186480695083130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564448504247943786&amp;postID=1089186480695083130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564448504247943786/posts/default/1089186480695083130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564448504247943786/posts/default/1089186480695083130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkeyy.blogspot.com/2010/07/had-check-with-dr-about-my-wisdom-tooth.html' title=''/><author><name>pinky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564448504247943786.post-3797145732990053617</id><published>2010-07-17T20:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T20:06:43.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had the worst day in my life today. Truth to be told, i felt that the old me had resurfaced and i can feel the feeling of agitation, agony, disappointment, useless and sadness in me. Nobody understand what I am going through. The once said to be my pillar of support and fren had gone few months ago. All what's left now is me hiding in my tiny shell refusing to let go of everything and everyday had to pretend to be happy and not let people around me worried for me. This isn't the life i'm hoping for. What would become of me today if I had made an otherwise decision rather than the one I made 2 years back? I bet i'll never know. This is enough for me to die in regret. I'll not trust anyone anymore. I'll see how bad my condition can bring me to. I hope i can escape all of these agony soon. Praying hard that i'll get crush very soon so that I wont get to stay in this world of cruelity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2564448504247943786-3797145732990053617?l=pinkeyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkeyy.blogspot.com/feeds/3797145732990053617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564448504247943786&amp;postID=3797145732990053617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564448504247943786/posts/default/3797145732990053617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564448504247943786/posts/default/3797145732990053617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkeyy.blogspot.com/2010/07/had-worst-day-in-my-life-today_17.html' title=''/><author><name>pinky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564448504247943786.post-6864652749987100190</id><published>2010-07-11T19:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T19:18:34.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The sun had set. What's left now is just a dark room and smoothing classical music that flow out from my radio, Class 95. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feeling is marvelous but ironic enough, it left me poundering on my past which wasn't at all pleasant. Maybe its the music. The music i used to listen with the current atmosphere which back then wasn't a nice moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's how a bad moment in life can ruin such a beautiful setting forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2564448504247943786-6864652749987100190?l=pinkeyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkeyy.blogspot.com/feeds/6864652749987100190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564448504247943786&amp;postID=6864652749987100190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564448504247943786/posts/default/6864652749987100190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564448504247943786/posts/default/6864652749987100190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkeyy.blogspot.com/2010/07/sun-had-set.html' title=''/><author><name>pinky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564448504247943786.post-190263140835774821</id><published>2010-06-17T19:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T19:35:36.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today is a chicken babi day. i work in a dna-dangerous place but unfortunately i am a shedder. I shed millions of skin or dna every sec till the extend my dna or profile is lying everywhere in the lab. mayb the problem just lie with me not able to bleach down properly. Boss going to treat me drink coffee in her room already. Since im a shedder then i guess i btr run far far away from dna places or else i cnt imagine accused dna is mixed w mine and i become the accuse instead..&lt;br /&gt;Domo doesnt help me to feel better. since thats the case then i probably left him off my mind cos im mentally tired from all these.&lt;br /&gt;My darling is two timing me nw. She took leave to went out w a guy n nw her hp no batt. So she practically leave me when i was down. Haha ok im so going to fan her tonight when she is back home n back to work tmr :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2564448504247943786-190263140835774821?l=pinkeyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkeyy.blogspot.com/feeds/190263140835774821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564448504247943786&amp;postID=190263140835774821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564448504247943786/posts/default/190263140835774821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564448504247943786/posts/default/190263140835774821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkeyy.blogspot.com/2010/06/today-is-chicken-babi-day.html' title=''/><author><name>pinky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564448504247943786.post-1513425110597796532</id><published>2010-06-15T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T23:47:37.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Back home after a long day. Had supper with donkey at 85.. today wasn't smooth sailing for us as I was having post menstrual syndrome i guess. I have pre and post and mayb during. So basically i have pms everyday of a month. Domo must have think I am a mad woman. But this is how sensitive a woman is what. Bought some stuff at bugis for $100+. Do not want to b exact as domo will b smart enough to guess what I bought for him. His bday this yr I had bought dao 7788 le. Left with the last item-a bag. Bought him a bag 2 yrs back which is torn now. Thought of getting a better one but realise my Braun Buffel wallet he has been using till v lan within 2 yrs. Cannot wait for his bday to give him everything I had prepared in these 2 months. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work is still slow and managable. Love this pace. Meeting jg n lc tmr for some catching up. Loves their stupid lame jokes. I'll update more often to keep track what is happening ard me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly, domo say i love tat gay more than i love him again bcos of my past years entries. Haiz.. But still, I can say domo is e best and i trying my best to give what I can to you baby.. Maybe I aged thats y not thinking not tat childish like last time le. But I love you more than anything else and scared to lose you which I didn't even bother to think i will b scared to lose e stupid gay. I hope he die!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget about all the unhappy part. I love you :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2564448504247943786-1513425110597796532?l=pinkeyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkeyy.blogspot.com/feeds/1513425110597796532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564448504247943786&amp;postID=1513425110597796532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564448504247943786/posts/default/1513425110597796532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564448504247943786/posts/default/1513425110597796532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkeyy.blogspot.com/2010/06/back-home-after-long-day.html' title=''/><author><name>pinky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564448504247943786.post-8791763177435962428</id><published>2010-06-14T20:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T20:42:59.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>a beautiful monday today which had long since I have this type of feeling. Every week it has always been monday blues n times flies terribly slow in the lab. But today was awesome as I had been granted a off day for being a nice 'security guard' on a saturday in the lab. &lt;br /&gt;Alright, our lab was having a major renovation and for the past few days, we didnt have to work and life was extremely good as we can slack and do not need to work on our exhibits. Tmr going back to work to scrub and clean our lab as it was believe tat our lab has finish renovating by today..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donkey and me have been living life as simple as we can. Maybe i'm not young anymore to have a 'hong hong lie lie' de relationship. Minimise quarrels n reduce the need of depending on each other seems to work. My life has more than just donkey everyday :) &lt;br /&gt;Realise recently that spending time with oneself is amazing and having friends that can share your thinkings and feelings with you are even more amazing. But still, despite all the alone and friends, at the end of the day bf is still the one u would think of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have been learning driving once a week and i realise i sucks at coordinating my legs n hands. 3rd lesson but still my steering wheel will b out of control when i step on brake or clutch and change gear. I hope i get btr bcos driving is expensive :( &lt;br /&gt;but after all the bad driving i've got, knowing that donkey will be waiting for me is what that make me happy. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2564448504247943786-8791763177435962428?l=pinkeyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkeyy.blogspot.com/feeds/8791763177435962428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564448504247943786&amp;postID=8791763177435962428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564448504247943786/posts/default/8791763177435962428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564448504247943786/posts/default/8791763177435962428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkeyy.blogspot.com/2010/06/beautiful-monday-today-which-had-long.html' title=''/><author><name>pinky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564448504247943786.post-8807793941849359354</id><published>2010-06-09T18:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T18:26:39.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I believe not many people will read my blog nowadays because its decaying..&lt;br /&gt;Currently waiting for miss yang huiting to find loading her plates so that we can knock off and have our shopping trip at bugis. but haiz work is endless with everyday urgent cases. The new system sucks great time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and lastly, i love domo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2564448504247943786-8807793941849359354?l=pinkeyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkeyy.blogspot.com/feeds/8807793941849359354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564448504247943786&amp;postID=8807793941849359354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564448504247943786/posts/default/8807793941849359354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564448504247943786/posts/default/8807793941849359354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkeyy.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-believe-not-many-people-will-read-my.html' title=''/><author><name>pinky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564448504247943786.post-2877561972435159586</id><published>2010-05-06T23:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T00:01:59.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>had 2 days mc from today which means i have a long wkend.. colleagues at work were gd but some r sarcastic. Had gastric flu as i had binge too much w fellow colleagues at shin kushiya ytd.. that triggered me to have a heartburn.. My domo is at Manila nw.. Skype is nt as gd as i expected.. But still, skype brg me closer to domo for today and ytd.. Weather sucks today.. Dunno is it becos i was sick which make me perspire for the whole day.. I miss domo and thanks god he is coming back on sat! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2564448504247943786-2877561972435159586?l=pinkeyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkeyy.blogspot.com/feeds/2877561972435159586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564448504247943786&amp;postID=2877561972435159586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564448504247943786/posts/default/2877561972435159586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564448504247943786/posts/default/2877561972435159586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkeyy.blogspot.com/2010/05/had-2-days-mc-from-today-which-means-i.html' title=''/><author><name>pinky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564448504247943786.post-5274424688387511721</id><published>2010-04-11T18:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T19:05:50.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>boring sunday where i stayed hm today the whole day as i hving diarrhea from the grand hyatt food i suppose.. Its justin's fren bday n i followed dem to hv dinner at straitskitchen where it's an asian style buffet.. The food was soso only.. Dunno y justin like didnt really bother me during the dinner n busy talking to frens.. But i'm surprise i didnt black face.. But i'll rem wat he did.. Same as today' he's such a disappointment.. but agn, out to my surprise i realise i didnt bother much abt him doing this n tat.. Maybe i washing my hands off  everything.. I'm glad i get over this quickly.. I guess i love my life mre than any other thngs in life.. Audrey wan shui :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2564448504247943786-5274424688387511721?l=pinkeyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkeyy.blogspot.com/feeds/5274424688387511721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564448504247943786&amp;postID=5274424688387511721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564448504247943786/posts/default/5274424688387511721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564448504247943786/posts/default/5274424688387511721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkeyy.blogspot.com/2010/04/boring-sunday-where-i-stayed-hm-today.html' title=''/><author><name>pinky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564448504247943786.post-6642562273773544267</id><published>2010-04-09T19:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T22:06:46.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>work is getting more complicated.. probably due to audit coming round the corner. It sucks when ppl at work are watched closely..Hmm.. Luckily today is friday n so i will have a nice wkend (i suppose).. wkend wan shui!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought a new hp n i'm loving it! Just tat E63 camera sucks... Domo is such a devil and a sweetie at the same time.. He can make me angry den ltr appease me..life is full of surprise everyday.. Haiz.. hopefully things will get better nx wk after audit... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s: i hate n regret bringing tat someine to my daily life... Argh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2564448504247943786-6642562273773544267?l=pinkeyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkeyy.blogspot.com/feeds/6642562273773544267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564448504247943786&amp;postID=6642562273773544267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564448504247943786/posts/default/6642562273773544267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564448504247943786/posts/default/6642562273773544267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkeyy.blogspot.com/2010/04/work-is-getting-more-complicated.html' title=''/><author><name>pinky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564448504247943786.post-5136699275229027826</id><published>2010-03-28T23:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T23:32:24.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woke up at approximately 3pm in the morning. Had a good long sleep after a long hard week at work last week. Completely satisfied with the good sleep.&lt;br /&gt;At around 6pm domo came to my house where he said he would come at 4.30pm as he wanted to see me. But he turned up with 2 cloth and 1 sponge to ask me to wash car together with him. My first time washing car. haha the lazy me was surprised that I didn't complain so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dinner at Bedok 85 just now reminds me of bronto and prawn.. haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2564448504247943786-5136699275229027826?l=pinkeyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkeyy.blogspot.com/feeds/5136699275229027826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564448504247943786&amp;postID=5136699275229027826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564448504247943786/posts/default/5136699275229027826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564448504247943786/posts/default/5136699275229027826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkeyy.blogspot.com/2010/03/woke-up-at-approximately-3pm-in-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>pinky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564448504247943786.post-6708913522177814195</id><published>2010-03-27T23:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T00:22:44.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had a long hard day today though it's a Saturday! Get up early in the morning to go ubi then to sungei road to have the claypot rice and mutton soup. But the weather was scorching hot that I almost had all my fats melted into oil. And ever since then I experience a bad headache.&lt;br /&gt;Sungei Road doesn't fantasize me anymore. Still remember that place was like heaven to me a few years back because I get cheap toys over there. But over the years, things changed. It's full of electronics, hp chargers and things that I won't get to use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thereafter, we got our butt to PS for domo's crods and on our way there, we spotted The Cathay was having Gramophone cd clearance. That's domo favorite. Though my legs were tired with the walking and the headache, it's better that I don't complain because it will spoil his mood. So had to make do with the leg ache and the bad headache. After a long search for the cheap dvd, we headed to PS as I had well plan to get him a shoes for a long time. And just nice mich gave me a 50% Crods voucher, I decided to get him that instead for myself because I know he's always having leg pain and he need a comfortable shoes on him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get him a $117 shoes which I paid $58 for it. But he hurt me with what he said at Secret Recipe. The cake and drinks suddenly taste so sucky and I guess I won't visit that outlet anymore because I guess it will brought me bad memories. I do not know why he took my good intention for granted and think what he said was right and ignored me the whole journey back home.&lt;br /&gt;Everything make sense now when he went into the shop and quickly sat down to wait for me to choose with no interest shown. I should have got the hint. But nvm it had been purchased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired. Do not know why I spent so much but I didn't get appreciated. It's not the money but it hurts when the thoughts were taken as something bad in people's eyes and you get the hurt for it.&lt;br /&gt;Pictures were taken for today but maybe it's meaningless to post it up here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the brighter side, had a wonderful day ytd as I had a mini gathering with my kkh small litle friends. Its DEAR BRONTO'S BIRD DAY! It's wonderful to celebrate a friend's bday every year and I hope bronto is happy with the cards and cake though it sucks. HAHA because the bakery sucks by replacing cherry into cherry tomato. Damn cheapo. I didn't take any photos because we were busy laughing and eating away. But I guess bronto will upload because her prawn was the photographer yesterday haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work sucks big time especially when I am still undergoing training. I know my attitude is like the trainer which my mum agrees to it. But then, I did start learning to be a better person to everyone ok. I had no choice but to endure and put away my pride. I guess that's the biggest difference in working life and studying. I can't be ignorant and start arguing or scolding the people I detest just like when I am in kkh and in school. I am so going to train my tolerance level :)&lt;br /&gt;I am able to endure it quite successfully last week thanks to domo who had made plan for today. It sure make me look forward to it and the week pass faster though I had tonnes of shouting and scolding and stress to endure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2564448504247943786-6708913522177814195?l=pinkeyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkeyy.blogspot.com/feeds/6708913522177814195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564448504247943786&amp;postID=6708913522177814195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564448504247943786/posts/default/6708913522177814195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564448504247943786/posts/default/6708913522177814195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkeyy.blogspot.com/2010/03/had-long-hard-day-today-though-its.html' title=''/><author><name>pinky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564448504247943786.post-3983555538004101432</id><published>2010-03-21T23:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T00:00:03.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Things have been improving for me and domo since a few weeks ago. I guess we have make it up after many months of endless hurtful words and awful nights.&lt;br /&gt;I train myself to live like there's no tmr. Not to snowball small matters. Learn not to be sensitive and not to find fault with him as how sure can I be that tmr I will still be alive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet up with the 2 super duper kns guys ytd. The Lc and the Jg. Glad that jg has gone back to his crazy self. Learn from him that life has more meaning to it rather than love. Had a good catching up and a good laugh. Feels that my tummy grown tougher abit. lol.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks domo for being understanding and even sent me to meet them and sent me home late at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum scolded me about wanting to take up business management. So I shall wait patiently to persuade her.&lt;br /&gt;Next thing in life: Take up driving, doing lasik and starting up a online shop. :)&lt;br /&gt;Trying to get some "light" in my future. I need donkey as a guidance. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh another 6 more hours I have to wake up for my dreadful work. When can my training end? When can I look forward to work? hmmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;P.s: domo is great! hope I can say it everyday :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2564448504247943786-3983555538004101432?l=pinkeyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkeyy.blogspot.com/feeds/3983555538004101432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564448504247943786&amp;postID=3983555538004101432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564448504247943786/posts/default/3983555538004101432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564448504247943786/posts/default/3983555538004101432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkeyy.blogspot.com/2010/03/things-have-been-improving-for-me-and.html' title=''/><author><name>pinky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564448504247943786.post-6303947586178497604</id><published>2010-01-31T21:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T21:54:14.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yawn... what a boring sunday today. Had my bed accompany me for the whole day and tmr is another long week. haiz... And that someone made me pissed again. Maybe it's just me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway yesterday met donkey and khad and we had our usual lunch at far east. yum yum. Don't know why me and her loves the food over there. It's not just the food but it's a place that help us recall the past we once shared. Haha. Catch the movie The Spy Next Door. Was nice but quite disappointing because of the lack of excitement (moves) from Chan. But still, its the company counts :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for khad to lend me the Cruel Temptation DVD so I can watch after work everyday or even weekend :) And I guess I only can accompany my friends to go window shopping next week already.&lt;br /&gt;It's because donkey and me are going to save money and open a joint account for our future. Cannot anyhow spend money already. Welcome back the cheapo audrey 2 yrs back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Business Management here I come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2564448504247943786-6303947586178497604?l=pinkeyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkeyy.blogspot.com/feeds/6303947586178497604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564448504247943786&amp;postID=6303947586178497604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564448504247943786/posts/default/6303947586178497604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564448504247943786/posts/default/6303947586178497604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkeyy.blogspot.com/2010/01/yawn.html' title=''/><author><name>pinky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564448504247943786.post-1596572001257964470</id><published>2010-01-30T23:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T23:52:32.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Life is so so so unfair to me recently.&lt;br /&gt;Had 3 days of exam leave last week which I will be taking it my last time. But lots of things happened on that short period of 3 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a big quarrel on Tuesday and we had to resolve it up till 3am in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;And yet, on Thurs something even BIGGER happens. It's something that me and him can't control and have to face it with my parents soon. Haiz this led me to be moody these few days. Yesterday, he made things worst again. A repeat of what happen on Tuesday. I'm speechless. Is god testing us? I'm not sure but I feel like giving up everytime but he stopped me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He no longer give in to my nonsense due to the extend I hurt him more than enough and had climbed over his head. He's protecting himself now by rebelling against me. It hurts. It hurts more than anything else. How I wish men would understand women more. He used to know how I think without me telling him but now he no longer knows how I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rebelling and shooting me has led me to reveal my potential of a violent woman where I start shouting and scolding him which I weren't like this in the past.&lt;br /&gt;But rather, I feel relieved that he still talk sense to me and help me to understand the whole scenario better. At the end of everything, he always give in and apologised.&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it, he used to say in a rs someone have to give in and apologise or else problem won't be solved. I used to think that it's quite irritating to hear "sorry" everytime we had a small quarrel. But now I can see why is it important that he gives in to me and apologise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past -&lt;br /&gt;I start my nonsense --&gt; He gave in and say 'sorry his fault' --&gt; Then I feel irritated --&gt; Tell him to be more 'man' and stop saying sorry as I feel that he didn't learn why was I upset since he apologise so readily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Present -&lt;br /&gt;I start my nonsense --&gt; He scolds me and asked me to stop my nonsense --&gt; I get really angry --&gt; my tone harsher and I start screaming and shouting --&gt; He scolds me and tell me where did I went wrong and tell me the reason why he does this and that --&gt; I continue my shoutings and screaming--&gt; He tries to tone down --&gt; I calm down a bit --&gt; He talks to me nicely --&gt; He gives in to me --&gt; Apologise and give me a big hug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The process of the past and present is much more complicated now. He said he wanted us to be stronger but I dunno is this a good change to us because I am getting tired of the cycle.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just trying to protect myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some randomness..&lt;br /&gt;Cut my hair and ended it with bangs. Everyone at work call me kim sum soon. argh.. im yuan yuan... CNY coming but parents didn't want to celebrate. Make me lagi sian about cny because chu 1 no more 'noisy' mj sound but just a normal silent morning. haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/S2RMngSYu3I/AAAAAAAACbo/KsCZfzONnRQ/s1600-h/Photo0733.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/S2RMngSYu3I/AAAAAAAACbo/KsCZfzONnRQ/s320/Photo0733.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432551292081322866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/S2RMTEh2u3I/AAAAAAAACbg/pHaoq683uZE/s1600-h/Photo0745.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/S2RMTEh2u3I/AAAAAAAACbg/pHaoq683uZE/s320/Photo0745.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432550941032627058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/S2RMSo0kZXI/AAAAAAAACbY/Lt9H-ykiG20/s1600-h/Photo0729.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/S2RMSo0kZXI/AAAAAAAACbY/Lt9H-ykiG20/s320/Photo0729.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432550933594924402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/S2RMSCFJzKI/AAAAAAAACbQ/TqNSMZTZAP8/s1600-h/Photo0731t.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/S2RMSCFJzKI/AAAAAAAACbQ/TqNSMZTZAP8/s320/Photo0731t.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432550923195501730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/S2RMRv1LDmI/AAAAAAAACbI/cTqFrlohf8w/s1600-h/Photo0724.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/S2RMRv1LDmI/AAAAAAAACbI/cTqFrlohf8w/s320/Photo0724.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432550918296637026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps: I'm still worried about the problem me and donkey can't control. Shall see how my parents react. Haiz... I hate myself for worrying this and that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2564448504247943786-1596572001257964470?l=pinkeyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkeyy.blogspot.com/feeds/1596572001257964470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564448504247943786&amp;postID=1596572001257964470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564448504247943786/posts/default/1596572001257964470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564448504247943786/posts/default/1596572001257964470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkeyy.blogspot.com/2010/01/life-is-so-so-so-unfair-to-me-recently.html' title=''/><author><name>pinky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/S2RMngSYu3I/AAAAAAAACbo/KsCZfzONnRQ/s72-c/Photo0733.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564448504247943786.post-4125888425640717729</id><published>2010-01-15T23:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T23:49:50.454+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Changed blogskin but still do not have the temptation to blog as much as before.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe is because there's nothing much to update about my personal life or my routine work.&lt;br /&gt;For domo, I gave up. I realised that I tried to heck care in many ways. Though recently things had changed as for instance more hurtful things that come out from each of us, I think I am able to deal with it more calmly as before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know is it my expectation of him went down or is it I just plain lazy to be bother about repetition of sadness.&lt;br /&gt;To that domo, I think  somehow or rather I given up. Tired of being angry and tired of doubting you or tired of telling you how I feel when you say this and that. Maybe you are tired too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still thinking about SIM business course as somehow or rather I am planning to open a tuition centre in years to come.&lt;br /&gt;MC today was a hard decision. Hate those people that do not use their brain to think and act childishly. Age does not always tally with maturity level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So domo is still currently in his on call week. Don't actually want to pei him for that week due to the particular reason he told me why I should go his hs and pei him. Please think before you talk to me. It piss me off most of the time rather than being upset. But still, I still went over because he asked me to. I don't know when will I have those strong character (you ge xin) or strong attitude and do what my heart asks me to.&lt;br /&gt;If you ask me how things change during this past 15 months, I can list down at least a 100 differences. This is how jialat things had changed between us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2564448504247943786-4125888425640717729?l=pinkeyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkeyy.blogspot.com/feeds/4125888425640717729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564448504247943786&amp;postID=4125888425640717729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564448504247943786/posts/default/4125888425640717729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564448504247943786/posts/default/4125888425640717729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkeyy.blogspot.com/2010/01/change-blogskin-but-still-do-not-have.html' title=''/><author><name>pinky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564448504247943786.post-225488224830867558</id><published>2010-01-04T20:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T20:40:15.349+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy New Year my friends.&lt;br /&gt;New year new start and everyone have so many resolutions. I'll make mine short and simple :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like what I told domo, I will try my best not to say vulgarities to him even if its just kidding or msg.&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, my family and my dearest friends and domo will pass through this year smoothly once again. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing fanciful. Just want to be happy everyday with domo and family. And to my bronto, thanks for hearing me whine cos I dunno how will I pass through the day without you.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you once again and may you bless with another chin :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to my dearest domo, its yet another new year, new beginning with you. You never fail to celebrate new year with me. I know in your heart you want to make me happy during new year and so you accompany me to spent the countdown at clem's house. Thank you for the thoughts. You know i appreciate it in my heart. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(excluding when we pick fight. so u must remind me at times :&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope for at least another 50 more years of countdown with you :)&lt;br /&gt;Though there are lots of quarreling and unhappiness during our journey, I always bare in mind of your theory about why love is call a relationship. Its about how you maneuver the ship :)&lt;br /&gt;But I hope there won't be another similar Wednesday last week and how you say me on Friday the 1st. I know how you look at me when I couldn't cope with my studies but you should know that I'm hurt enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy new year baby. New year new start for you. Hope your career will be smooth sailing but I don't support your work just because you didn't ask for my opinion where you say you would. :(&lt;br /&gt;But nevertheless, I'll still support your work for now but I guess you need to talk more sense to me about the oversea trip because you know I can't understand and I can foresee more conflicts in the future. =x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2564448504247943786-225488224830867558?l=pinkeyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkeyy.blogspot.com/feeds/225488224830867558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564448504247943786&amp;postID=225488224830867558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564448504247943786/posts/default/225488224830867558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564448504247943786/posts/default/225488224830867558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkeyy.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-new-year-my-friends.html' title=''/><author><name>pinky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564448504247943786.post-8580624787580823449</id><published>2009-12-27T19:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T19:47:37.002+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thanks god for making you fall sick.&lt;br /&gt;Now then I understand where do I stand in your heart and where do you stand in mine.&lt;br /&gt;Fug everything you told me.&lt;br /&gt;Fug the effort that I made to go to your place and you treat me that way.&lt;br /&gt;Fug everything in the past and I fucking hate you.&lt;br /&gt;Everything had gone back to the fucking old me.&lt;br /&gt;Yes I changed I admitted and well, do not deny that you did not change and love me lots.&lt;br /&gt;Everything is just shit! I can't freaking see it when you behave this way.&lt;br /&gt;Fug your job next wkend. Fug this long wkend with you being sick and left me alone.&lt;br /&gt;Take it that I not understanding and do not bother about your health.&lt;br /&gt;Take it that I selfish.&lt;br /&gt;I'm alright with whatever you going to say to me.&lt;br /&gt;FUCK EVERYTHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone kill me please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2564448504247943786-8580624787580823449?l=pinkeyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkeyy.blogspot.com/feeds/8580624787580823449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564448504247943786&amp;postID=8580624787580823449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564448504247943786/posts/default/8580624787580823449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564448504247943786/posts/default/8580624787580823449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkeyy.blogspot.com/2009/12/thanks-god-for-making-you-fall-sick.html' title=''/><author><name>pinky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564448504247943786.post-5153225480183247210</id><published>2009-12-26T23:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T23:38:08.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Merry xmas!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Change a new blogskin as the same blogskin gets pretty boring and makes me don't feel like blogging. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Many ups and downs have been happening lately. Pretty upset with domo today. There's nothing else for me to do. It's not up to my control anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I should learn to be satisfied and not to let go. I gave up things easily. Be it in studies or relationships, it's pretty easy for me to let go. I'll hold on, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I guess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Summary - last day of school for me is 28th Jan 10. Just a thought that came to my mind few weeks ago. Have my own reasons for quitting school. Many people have different views but I hope I won't regret the decision I've made.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;What's my plan in the future? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'll continue my routine work at HSA and hopefully get a scholarship. If not I'll try taking MDIS 2.5 yrs for a honours or accounting at SIM. In the meantime I'll brush up my E and A maths so as to start giving tuition next yr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;As for domo, initially I have lots of plan with him. But what happened today had left me disheartened to talk about it. I'll see how things go about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yesterday was xmas. Pretty cool to go to clem's house to relax and talk cock and supper at prata shop. I miss the good old days in Poly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;P.s I secretly hates you and love you at the same time, Mr Justin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2564448504247943786-5153225480183247210?l=pinkeyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkeyy.blogspot.com/feeds/5153225480183247210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564448504247943786&amp;postID=5153225480183247210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564448504247943786/posts/default/5153225480183247210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564448504247943786/posts/default/5153225480183247210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkeyy.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-xmas-change-new-blogskin-as-same.html' title=''/><author><name>pinky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564448504247943786.post-3304495433603774098</id><published>2009-11-21T00:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T01:46:42.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hohoho I am back to blog..&lt;br /&gt;Hectic day everyday. Bu shi study jiu shi need to work. Even my wkends are not spare from studies. Exam just ended today and its horrible. I tot i had made ample preparation with the burning of 5 days midnight oil but no! The questions were out of my expectation and what I had study didn't come out at all, or maybe just a few multiple choice questions . argh my 5 days of physical and mental degradation are fruitless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taiwan trip was an experience for me. Not as fun as what I expected it to be but then again, I still have some joys here and there. :) Thank you domo. Despite for the tough planning you had, sorry for still throwing tantrums at you. But still, at the end of the day I still appreciate what you did :)&lt;br /&gt;Shopping and eating was what we did for 6 days in a row. So gaining a few kg is nothing to be surprised of.&lt;br /&gt;Saw many domo kun all around Taipei. I get so excited everytime I see them and so I landed up buying lots of domokun accessories for the car. The clothings and shoes there were so cheap. Cheaper by 3 times the price of spore. For instance a nice simple tank top cost less than $5 and those top that sell locally at $30+ there can get it for around $12? haha so my return luggage were mainly tops and domokun :)&lt;br /&gt;The women over at Taipei dressed up so nicely even at night markets. Now I realize why people criticize we Singaporeans who wear shorts and slippers and strut down Orchard Road.&lt;br /&gt;And when the first night I wore shorts and slipper to their night market, I gained many glances from the aunties and of course the people around that area. And domo was saying about I will appear in Taiwan Stomp. Kns.&lt;br /&gt;But on the other hand, doesn't it look weird that we wear boots in a hot weather?&lt;br /&gt;My 21st was well spent at the hello kitty restaurant at taipei and the waitress there were nice. domo surprised me with a purple gold heart pendent, an Agnes b bag and another gift which was a book! The "man are from mars and woman from venus" book which is maybe a hint to make me understand him more? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday is the start of work again. sian. 2 wks of break from work makes me don't have the engine to start work. But on the lighter side, what I can look forward to is that domo can drive me to work everyday if I want. No more squeezy squashy in the morning peak period with working adults and blanglah in the cabin. But somehow its not realistic to fetch me to work at 8am where he sometimes has to start work at 10pm. Haiz all in all, the morning crowd is still unavoidable :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Domo just down with a flu and I guess my wkend is another boring wkend with tv and tibits. haha its a good combination and it rhymes too!! Ok lame! weak domo pls get well soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some random photos..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Changi Terminal :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/SwbUuoGcZZI/AAAAAAAACag/8W9mWs-29kY/s1600/DSCN0018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/SwbUuoGcZZI/AAAAAAAACag/8W9mWs-29kY/s320/DSCN0018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406242300208375186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/SwbUvlBQv6I/AAAAAAAACaw/_YaNY-cczVM/s1600/DSCN0021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/SwbUvlBQv6I/AAAAAAAACaw/_YaNY-cczVM/s320/DSCN0021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406242316561203106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We were at the top of Taiwan. If I'm not wrong its 92 story :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To add on, we were freezing up there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/SwbUwZUJ5aI/AAAAAAAACbA/Zxoxw2Epwq8/s1600/DSCN0151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/SwbUwZUJ5aI/AAAAAAAACbA/Zxoxw2Epwq8/s320/DSCN0151.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406242330599089570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tickets to Taipei 101&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/SwbUv6mu5HI/AAAAAAAACa4/VoDjYnh0rE0/s1600/DSCN0109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/SwbUv6mu5HI/AAAAAAAACa4/VoDjYnh0rE0/s320/DSCN0109.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406242322355512434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Back at the hotel :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/SwbUvITDR9I/AAAAAAAACao/VjgWBKjw9CA/s1600/DSCN0077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/SwbUvITDR9I/AAAAAAAACao/VjgWBKjw9CA/s320/DSCN0077.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406242308851189714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im lost in my own world and somehow I miss the life in taiwan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2564448504247943786-3304495433603774098?l=pinkeyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkeyy.blogspot.com/feeds/3304495433603774098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564448504247943786&amp;postID=3304495433603774098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564448504247943786/posts/default/3304495433603774098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564448504247943786/posts/default/3304495433603774098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkeyy.blogspot.com/2009/11/hohoho-im-back-to-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>pinky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/SwbUuoGcZZI/AAAAAAAACag/8W9mWs-29kY/s72-c/DSCN0018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564448504247943786.post-6041009317365851522</id><published>2009-10-20T21:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T21:48:52.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1 year pass by very swiftly. Still remember how we first get together 1 yr back.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much abt our 1 yr because its still like the normal wkend get away with a little of sept 12th feeling (stray dogs and some surprises here and there).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate simply because I guess restaurants and good food make me fat and its not as nice as cheapo food. had bak kut teh and teochew porridge at night.&lt;br /&gt;And I finally get my Royce chocolate with brownies :) haha thats wat woman loves! CHOCOLATES AND EVERYTHING SWEET!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this digital photo frame. I'll buy a SD card and store photos inside and it can change photos in a few sec. so there is not a need to buy many photo frame or waste money develop those photos. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/St29yOyJG7I/AAAAAAAACaY/nZJ6Vv_8mqs/s1600-h/410W1EBCGBL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/St29yOyJG7I/AAAAAAAACaY/nZJ6Vv_8mqs/s320/410W1EBCGBL.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394676599319239602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;thanks domo.&lt;br /&gt;Though on that day u make me sad by what u did but nvm I think I am always like that. I gg to have high blood soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work is good. still gg smoothly. I'll cook eggs for them tmr cos they pei me to be on diet for this wk. so we'll have egg with wholemeal bread for lunch tmr. i cant believe I gain 3kg in 1 yr. maybe its because I seldom eat at home for the past 1 yr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok audrey is a sick bird now. going to slp and get up for my scramble eggyyyyyys tmr :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2564448504247943786-6041009317365851522?l=pinkeyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkeyy.blogspot.com/feeds/6041009317365851522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564448504247943786&amp;postID=6041009317365851522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564448504247943786/posts/default/6041009317365851522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564448504247943786/posts/default/6041009317365851522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkeyy.blogspot.com/2009/10/1-year-pass-by-very-swiftly.html' title=''/><author><name>pinky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/St29yOyJG7I/AAAAAAAACaY/nZJ6Vv_8mqs/s72-c/410W1EBCGBL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564448504247943786.post-5435033568528417971</id><published>2009-10-11T12:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T12:25:23.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;                  Common signs and symptoms of  depression&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Feelings of helplessness and hopelessness. &lt;/strong&gt;A bleak outlook—nothing will ever get better and there’s nothing you  can do to improve your situation.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Loss of interest in daily activities. &lt;/strong&gt;No  interest in or ability to enjoy former hobbies, pastimes, social activities, or  sex.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Appetite or weight changes. &lt;/strong&gt;Significant  weight loss or weight gain—a change of more than 5% of body weight in a month.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sleep changes. &lt;/strong&gt;Either insomnia,  especially waking in the early hours of the morning, or oversleeping (also  known as hypersomnia). &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Psychomotor agitation or retardation. &lt;/strong&gt;Either  feeling “keyed up” and restless or sluggish and physically slowed down.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Loss of energy. &lt;/strong&gt;Feeling fatigued and  physically drained. Even small tasks are exhausting or take longer.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Self-loathing. &lt;/strong&gt;Strong feelings of  worthlessness or guilt. Harsh criticism of perceived faults and mistakes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Concentration problems. &lt;/strong&gt;Trouble  focusing, making decisions, or remembering things.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I think I have all the symptoms. I get up early in the morning and think of sad things. And I feel that whatever he does are all wrong! When I facing all these shit, he went to work upon hearing his boss begging him. Then how abt me? I'm having depression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work for me is still going smoothly. Out of kk shadows :)&lt;br /&gt;Somethings are not worth keeping. But I cant help but feel sad somehow.&lt;br /&gt;Studies is still sucky. Still thinking whether should I quit but I think i shouldnt no matter how hard my mind ask me to quit. Wait till I really get a letter from dr that I am clinically depressed then i will quit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khad will keep me busy by accompany me for gym next time cos I couldnt find anyone that is more suitable for being my gym mate haha. And when we slim down, it's time we going to london!! haha. its been like 2 yrs since we keep on asking ourselves to go london. haha. tmr is ur bday and don bother about those who forget about friends and those that make used of friends.&lt;br /&gt;What u say about knowing who are ur true friends when you leave some place its pretty true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2564448504247943786-5435033568528417971?l=pinkeyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkeyy.blogspot.com/feeds/5435033568528417971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564448504247943786&amp;postID=5435033568528417971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564448504247943786/posts/default/5435033568528417971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564448504247943786/posts/default/5435033568528417971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkeyy.blogspot.com/2009/10/common-signs-and-symptoms-of-depression.html' title=''/><author><name>pinky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564448504247943786.post-7648451525556529642</id><published>2009-09-27T13:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T13:35:41.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I need a runaway.&lt;br /&gt;A place where I can face no troubles or stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;If only I can run away from all the problems and stay at.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/Sr74nXo9rAI/AAAAAAAACaQ/VHoCinYwthQ/s1600-h/dubai.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/Sr74nXo9rAI/AAAAAAAACaQ/VHoCinYwthQ/s320/dubai.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386015559626107906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dubai....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2564448504247943786-7648451525556529642?l=pinkeyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkeyy.blogspot.com/feeds/7648451525556529642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564448504247943786&amp;postID=7648451525556529642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564448504247943786/posts/default/7648451525556529642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564448504247943786/posts/default/7648451525556529642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkeyy.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-need-runaway.html' title=''/><author><name>pinky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/Sr74nXo9rAI/AAAAAAAACaQ/VHoCinYwthQ/s72-c/dubai.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564448504247943786.post-927243896291996744</id><published>2009-09-27T00:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T01:08:19.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had a long day today as it was another first day of school for me and thereafter was my colleague's house warming.&lt;br /&gt;Sometime it felt so nice that you have the urge to want to get married cos then you can have your own house staying with other half.&lt;br /&gt;But currently, I just feel that me and domo are still not at the right time to talk about marriage. I've learnt that things have to take them slowly because if it was carried out to fast, disappointment level will be higher. It sucks to see how both of us had changed.&lt;br /&gt;I might look strong and pretend nothing had happened but no one will understand the misery I having inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never mind I'll try to distract myself as much as possible.&lt;br /&gt;Work is still the same so far. Started my new case and I think I make some errors here and there which is not allowed.&lt;br /&gt;And somehow I feel lost in where to head for my future.&lt;br /&gt;Love is not getting better in anyways.&lt;br /&gt;Studies? I have been told not to continue and waste my time and $$ as having a degree can be useless too.&lt;br /&gt;Life at work is pretty much sucky as I had to endure with my trainer's scoldings.&lt;br /&gt;Everything just not going to well for the time being.&lt;br /&gt;I need to be left alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just caught the movie phobia 2. I think my heart is getting weaker because I cannot take frightening scenes. I still remember phobia 1 which was more than a yr back, was somehow nice because of .......&lt;br /&gt;somehow things changed. I was told not to watch scary movie anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Alright. I have no say now because I don't intend to voice out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2564448504247943786-927243896291996744?l=pinkeyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkeyy.blogspot.com/feeds/927243896291996744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564448504247943786&amp;postID=927243896291996744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564448504247943786/posts/default/927243896291996744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564448504247943786/posts/default/927243896291996744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkeyy.blogspot.com/2009/09/had-long-day-today-as-it-was-another.html' title=''/><author><name>pinky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564448504247943786.post-155880232648964612</id><published>2009-09-21T23:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T00:04:11.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A long wkend is over :(&lt;br /&gt;I dread to work. SERIOUSLY&lt;br /&gt;I know the people not happy with me for taking many leave and 1 day of mc.&lt;br /&gt;I can't possibly tell them how stress I am with my school work because I believe they are much more capable than me.&lt;br /&gt;And my donkey also cant understand why am I stress too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I set a standard too high for me to manage.&lt;br /&gt;I thought I can handle full time but I didn't listen to my domo and ya I regretted.&lt;br /&gt;And I know my new job has better benefit than what I have at kkh but I realize friends are the most important thing in a job.&lt;br /&gt;I never dread to work during my time at kk. But more than 1 month had pass and I've been dreading to my new work everyday.&lt;br /&gt;Dear domo, please pass your driving so that you can drive me to work and sent me home everyday because at least I got something to look forward to when I wake up and knocking off.&lt;br /&gt;and with the car I can go out with my little ones for dinner :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If possible after 4 yrs, I'll go back to kk with my cert to be some executive there if I cant find my clinical trial job. And provided my little friends are still there :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12am le. another 7 hrs I will wake up and drag myself to take stupid train. fug my life please.&lt;br /&gt;At least I still have my donkey that keeps me alive during work,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway my wkend was spent meaningfully with donkey. Though I have been showing temper everyday without fail for the past few days, he didn't scold me despite the fact that he himself is stress with his on call and some worrying situation.&lt;br /&gt;Luckily this time round not many nurses or dr call. :)&lt;br /&gt;3 more days my donkey!! jia you ok... We will have a nice great thurs and fri and wkend after ur on call :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was too bo liao at his hs and been cleaning fish tank and watching fated to love taiwan drama. The drama was great as it was funny and romantic..&lt;br /&gt;And most importantly, I get to watch it with donkey :)&lt;br /&gt;MuackS donkey! Another 27 days is our 1 yr. I'm waiting for ur promise.&lt;br /&gt;No one can ever love me more than you do :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2564448504247943786-155880232648964612?l=pinkeyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkeyy.blogspot.com/feeds/155880232648964612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564448504247943786&amp;postID=155880232648964612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564448504247943786/posts/default/155880232648964612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564448504247943786/posts/default/155880232648964612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkeyy.blogspot.com/2009/09/long-wkend-is-over-i-dread-to-work.html' title=''/><author><name>pinky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564448504247943786.post-261928894143765396</id><published>2009-09-19T02:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T02:19:29.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HOHOHOHOHO audrey has been very very very extremely happy since just now because my deadly microbio exam just ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you might think that I did very well for my exam thats why I'm being so happy now.&lt;br /&gt;Haha but NO NO NO NO!! I think I've flung this exam cos I know my mcq qn is those kind that I can get 5 out of 20?&lt;br /&gt;But who cares.... cos its over anyway.&lt;br /&gt;No more HD :(&lt;br /&gt;No more letter from melissa :(&lt;br /&gt;but a credit pass would make me feel as happy as a little child getting her lollis. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just came back from domo's place because he needs my butt support for his on call. The midnight cab fare was worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But dear mr domo, I still cant forgive u for letting me sit outside ur house stair to eat my bentito pocket and pepsi for around 20 mins just because ur phone is LAN.&lt;br /&gt;And I still cant forgive you when you said you look down at me cos I cant handle stress. Though you say its jokingly but it still affects me. herrrrrrr...&lt;br /&gt;I'll seek revenge on next thurs and I'll make u treat me swensen buffet ice cream and I need more compensation. Hmm I mean life time compensation from this evil acts (learn from xie er) you done to me hohohoho....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turning in early to meet my little friends :)&lt;br /&gt;Cheers to everyone who had completed their exam today!! Happy 1 wk holiday :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2564448504247943786-261928894143765396?l=pinkeyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkeyy.blogspot.com/feeds/261928894143765396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564448504247943786&amp;postID=261928894143765396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564448504247943786/posts/default/261928894143765396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564448504247943786/posts/default/261928894143765396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkeyy.blogspot.com/2009/09/hohohohoho-audrey-has-been-very-very.html' title=''/><author><name>pinky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564448504247943786.post-1474370077026980910</id><published>2009-09-18T13:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T13:54:59.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know this blog is dying but just some usual naggings before exam :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Microbes and viruses suck. Its enough that they caused death of humans and animals and now we even have to learn everything about them. Since we know how amazing they are for they can invade our body when they are so smallllll..&lt;br /&gt;But what's the point of studying them when we know that once we got the virus we going to die eventually? kns microbiology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This 2 months I try very hard to understand and appreciate how amazing they are but there is a limit to everything. I wonder how microbiologists live with microbes and virus everyday in their coop up lab. Everyone is going to die of diseases anyway (difference is only young or old) and what is there to examine us? How smart virus are compared to man? tsktsktsk..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, another 5 more hours and hoho no more microbes for at least 6 months. and I still gt 4 modules of microbiology I think. fug. Maybe I need 5 yrs to love them?&lt;br /&gt;Learning them is enuff for them to invade my immune system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 11th months baby.&lt;br /&gt;You have on call and i gt exam but I will still spend time with u on our special day :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This long wkend will be spent "supporting" him during his on call. My small little friends all say I'll use my butt to support him. haha :)&lt;br /&gt;And I cant wait for tmr as it is all my precious little friends' bbq and my tagalog friends :)&lt;br /&gt;I miss the days in kk and thats why I always pop down there and make noise when I'm free :D&lt;br /&gt;Reason being, I cant make noise in my lab already :( sighhhhh depressing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll update my sept 12 with domo and my current work :)&lt;br /&gt;It's time for microbes again!! haiz..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2564448504247943786-1474370077026980910?l=pinkeyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkeyy.blogspot.com/feeds/1474370077026980910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564448504247943786&amp;postID=1474370077026980910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564448504247943786/posts/default/1474370077026980910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564448504247943786/posts/default/1474370077026980910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkeyy.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-know-this-blog-is-dying-but-just-some.html' title=''/><author><name>pinky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564448504247943786.post-3784502775706933506</id><published>2009-08-19T22:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T23:15:30.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Pardon me for the lack of photos in my blog. Just plain lazy to put although I have pictures happily sitting in my phone which were due ages ago.&lt;br /&gt;I'm too tired to upload pictures especially after a long hard day at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the everyday routine where I had to squeeze into the train with working adults and the "whites". I guess no singaporeans have ever tell them that their armpits are smelly because there are still many who lift their hands high up, HAPPILY, thinking their armpit smell so nice like fresh nutmeg. Its rotten nutmeg please. kns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I had a pretty lonely journey to work because I got nothing to look forward to unlike the days at kk because I can get see donkey at work. Now, morning cant msg my donkey because he starts work at 10 and obviously at 7.40am I cant msg him cos he is still snoring away :( and worst still I had to stuck at the lab and cant see donkey. :( &lt;br /&gt;Haiz I still can't get used to this routine. Although I didn't really complain to donkey about this as I am afraid that he will keep on finding me after his work, maybe i'll blog here to tell him this haha. I miss you badly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha ok I am childish ._. Looking forward to this friday and sat where I can see him cos the rest of the days I've got to mug for my stupid micrbiology. Sorry my dear friends its not that I wanted to neglect you guys on purpose :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday our 10th months. haha not long not short but at least he's my moral supporting bf!! &lt;br /&gt;I am a noob today and had to call him during my lunch to ask him about serial dilution because I cant believe myself to be even scared of the fierce trainer where I can be even fiercer (in kkh only, haha). Alright I admit I am timid and asked donkey for help. Thanks domo.&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya about yesterday hmm nothing much just eat at bakerzin and home sweet home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently: still cant get enough of you yesterday and so, missing you :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dread tmr :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2564448504247943786-3784502775706933506?l=pinkeyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkeyy.blogspot.com/feeds/3784502775706933506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564448504247943786&amp;postID=3784502775706933506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564448504247943786/posts/default/3784502775706933506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564448504247943786/posts/default/3784502775706933506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkeyy.blogspot.com/2009/08/pardon-me-for-lack-of-photos-in-my-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>pinky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564448504247943786.post-1171941865991050719</id><published>2009-08-16T00:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T01:41:15.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Baddie day today. Ever wonder how you would react or feel to have your test result straight after you had completed the test? It sucks. I was hoping after the test today I would get a whole hell load of stress out of my mind but knowing that I score 1/3 of the test brought me sadness and disappointment for myself that lasted the whole day :(&lt;br /&gt;It just sucks.&lt;br /&gt;No one to blame but just me because I did not work hard for it and I was slacking throughout this module.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was thinking to rant about what happened during the test this afternoon which is subconsciously sort of like trying to find excuses why I did so badly. I stopped and think. I realized it doesn't make sense that why my fellow friends can get much better result than me maybe like 1/2 or 3/4 but I couldn't. This is because I had no excuse but to say take I was too complacent that I take a multiple choice too lightly.&lt;br /&gt;And so, it was my punishment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Domo talked to me about it today and I realized that I should work harder for it and prove to people that I can handle work and studies together. And also prove domo wrong that I can do it and not run away from the problem (thinking of not pursuing my studies anymore) because I always wanted to give up when things do not go according to my way. And when I told him running away from problem will be much more easy, domo then told me that in life, to be successful we can never take the easy way out, I decided to continue to go for it.&lt;br /&gt;But on the other hand, does it really mean by not taking the easy way out will be 100% successful? What if hard work does not pay off? I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;I care nothing much now but just have to work hard and never give up because I believe domo will support me endlessly no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Tuesday was my first day at a new environment. Was pretty much emotional because I hate new environment and I didn't know that I miss kkh so much that I almost had emotional breakdown after a visit back from their toilet. I suddenly appreciate kk's toilet with the cleaner always blocking my way and weird pt calling out for their kids and parents trying to get the pants out of their children without locking the cubicle. And how I miss going toilet with my buddies and gossip and hear people talk loudly on their phone. I really appreciate it and finally see things in a different way because what's left now is the dim-lighted toilet with no automatic tapwater and soap and a lonely soul of mine in the toilet. Where is my bronto my mat and GG? :(&lt;br /&gt;New job nothing much because what I am doing now is just reading protocol and not doing any hands-on stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I was emotionally unstable and domo had to bare with my nonsense and we ended up hurting each other and make one another sad. But on the brighter side, I've learnt to appreciate him more, for instance his presence and how it was to be so happy to end my hard day at work and school with just his voice which wasn't the case in the past.&lt;br /&gt;I can see the drastic change in us because we used to take each other presence for granted but now we don't. And that's the biggest gain I get from this job. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you domo for staying by my side from last Friday to Monday to prepare me for my new job. Like from going to Sembawang prata to steamboat with fellow colleagues and your company on Monday meant a lot to me because your presence make me felt at ease and make me mentally prepared for the new challenge. But still the useless me still can't get use to it and you have to hear my nags and complains. Sorry donkey.&lt;br /&gt;The more sorry I said make me realized that I love you more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a long day today with test, lecture, postlabs and meet up with khad tiwi and bf and tgt with my domo. Was nice catching up with them (photos I hope to be uploaded soon) and tmr will catch up with my poly mates and my bronto.&lt;br /&gt;What about my studies? I'll make sure next week I can mug till I have dark rings around my eyes. haha.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah a second dose of baby love tmr. muacks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2564448504247943786-1171941865991050719?l=pinkeyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkeyy.blogspot.com/feeds/1171941865991050719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564448504247943786&amp;postID=1171941865991050719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564448504247943786/posts/default/1171941865991050719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564448504247943786/posts/default/1171941865991050719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkeyy.blogspot.com/2009/08/baddie-day-today.html' title=''/><author><name>pinky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564448504247943786.post-9147945910114226527</id><published>2009-08-07T11:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T11:24:45.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Another 6 more hours and I'll say byebye to the freaking pharmacy. &lt;br /&gt;But of course not to my dear little friends. haha i'll come back for them :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a small dinner with the pharmacy staff wow alot of people went. haha was touched actually people like mayi went. small little things would make me happy :) Eh but still i say her mayi and don like her being always so zizhang. opps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*photos are in facebook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway my donkey is in extreme stress now but I cant do anything but just control my temper. For instance, I was already on my way to buy breakfast for him this morning as wanted to give him a surprise cos its my last day of work. But I called him he said that he needs to be at work at 9am instead of 10am. So I just have to go home lor cos at that time it was already 8.40am le. &lt;br /&gt;I was surprised I didn't throw temper at him and even my mum saw me back home tell me don't give him attitude. I didn't lor I was nice haha. Ok lah maybe I know it was my fault too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going off to work already. got free lunch and ben didnt ask me to come to work earlier. Like what mat said, I am going to be the boss today and don't bother about anything. I going to eat snake till I become snake. ok lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am touched that he puts my as his priority than his work and was told off by our boss. Fug the feather cum a saliva collector in btw the lips. kns say my donkey. I guess his wife has love deprived cos feather everyday work and no time for her. And the only time for her is to ask her to wipe his saliva off his lips. damn disgusting ass. oh well he is no longer my boss. boo to him!!&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhhh my pooorrr domo donkey :(&lt;br /&gt;Buai~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2564448504247943786-9147945910114226527?l=pinkeyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkeyy.blogspot.com/feeds/9147945910114226527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564448504247943786&amp;postID=9147945910114226527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564448504247943786/posts/default/9147945910114226527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564448504247943786/posts/default/9147945910114226527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkeyy.blogspot.com/2009/08/another-6-more-hours-and-ill-say-byebye.html' title=''/><author><name>pinky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564448504247943786.post-100386773533807140</id><published>2009-08-05T09:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T10:37:56.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm having dark rings on my eyes. Many nights of thoughts and waiting are driving me crazy.&lt;br /&gt;My domo took mc today because I disturb him in the morning at 6am cos I am being selfish for not able to sleep and want someone to not be able to sleep too. Ok I am evil. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know why nowadays I getting more emotional and had a few msg exchanged with clement ytd. And yet again, I was reminded that I must be understanding and not expect domo's life to revolve around me.&lt;br /&gt;Even though I learnt my lesson in the hard way of can't meeting him every single day because both of us will be very tired, I expect the care and concern. But maybe or rather, my amount or degree of the care and concern that domo must show is way high beyond a normal man would do.&lt;br /&gt;Haha ok I think I am just a little bit too much and can't be contented because how domo treat me is already very very super duper nice that's why I keep wanting for more and expect more from him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am an attention seeker in relationship and I don't deny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 week of class break is never enough and I had been happily wasting my time away the past few days. Who's the culprit? Blame it on procrastination. haha ok lah the fault lies in me. &lt;br /&gt;Took urgent leave today and ben lau msg me something that I wouldn't expect him to msg haha something like: as expected. take care well of him and don make him headache ya then wink. &lt;br /&gt;Haha I find abit of act cute for a executive like him. lol!&lt;br /&gt;So I won't be a baddie here and I'll go and find him later and meet fel and fren for dinner at bishan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 more days of work in pharmacy. For sure I will miss outpatient and how I see familiar faces everyday especially my domo. haiz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sony died on me. I had lots of photos yet to be back up especially the one domo wore my ehem ehem. I hope it can be repaired and still keeps all my old msg.&lt;br /&gt;I hate samsung touch phone. It's a waste of time for people like me who have fat fingers and touching the C (cancel) is more than typing words when texting frens. argh. I want sony :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2564448504247943786-100386773533807140?l=pinkeyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkeyy.blogspot.com/feeds/100386773533807140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564448504247943786&amp;postID=100386773533807140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564448504247943786/posts/default/100386773533807140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564448504247943786/posts/default/100386773533807140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkeyy.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-having-dark-rings-on-my-eyes.html' title=''/><author><name>pinky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564448504247943786.post-1758367968061430654</id><published>2009-08-03T00:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T00:15:59.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>5 freaking days of work and off to my free world without medicines and aunties politics.&lt;br /&gt;My testimonial by act tough was a simple but a good one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After domo had eaten his peach at home, he came over to my place with bread and curry. Thank god he didn't bring his peaches haha cos i hate peaches. Maybe all the peaches make him always had headache lor and we had to forgo going to ben's house to get my free textbooks :(&lt;br /&gt;He craved for Island Creamery and we went to have their waffles :) Burnt caramel has a unique taste :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off we went home again cos he had to use my lappy for his work. Lucky as a pharm tech we do not have to bring work home.&lt;br /&gt;Things might appear better on the outside but what is awaiting me for the next few days I don't know cos he never fail to make me angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha and I love the way just now you ask me cos I see a tinge of shyness and a nice smile from you :)&lt;br /&gt;I dunno why I love to see domo being shy :D&lt;br /&gt;I can change my answer de hor..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok folks its the beginning of another week. Work hard and lets countdown to friday. 5 days :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2564448504247943786-1758367968061430654?l=pinkeyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkeyy.blogspot.com/feeds/1758367968061430654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564448504247943786&amp;postID=1758367968061430654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564448504247943786/posts/default/1758367968061430654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564448504247943786/posts/default/1758367968061430654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkeyy.blogspot.com/2009/08/5-freaking-days-of-work-and-off-to-my.html' title=''/><author><name>pinky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564448504247943786.post-1917097354153901784</id><published>2009-08-02T14:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T15:09:50.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its a bright sunday afternoon and I was supposed to be mugging for my test. But ended up surfing facebook and blog hop. hmm I really giving up on this module especially when someone idiotic stole my new microbio labcoat. fug that person. I hope that person lost something even more precious which is priceless. I believe karma will happen that's why I didn't steal or keep something that is not mine. JIAN REN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway everyday of lesson last week never fail to make me have the mentality of giving up but the thoughts of the 1.5k that I've to pay again and 2 months of torture again, make me slap myself hard and start studying. Haiz.&lt;br /&gt;At the brighter side of life, I got one whole week of school "break" next week :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And domo told me sth about M telling him sth about what F told M the other day. I thought F is a nice old aunty but I hate the way she put words into my mouth and interpret what I said in a nasty way. Why people have to be so sensitive? I am also sensitive but not to the extend of taking what other people say in a bad way. Who so free had the time to always read between the lines of what the other party is saying? argh. What mat say is true. Maybe her job make her too free to sit down there and think of what the other party is trying to imply. argh ok im really very affected and disgusted by her behaviour.&lt;br /&gt;And domo words like saying I did say sth that hurt her. Ok lor whatever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright about yesterday. Ended class at around 4.30pm and went to esprit sale alone because mo mo ren dunno why have to ot and still want to "argue" with me that he told me yesterday that he had to ot at ep.&lt;br /&gt;No lor my memory is good and I don't remember him telling me. And worst still, ot up to 8pm. Still say want to pei me shop. Pi lor my class end at 4.30pm. And the day before he say he wanted to have dinner. By the time when I put my first mouth full of food in my mouth, it will be 9pm le lor. argh... kns domo make my mood fouled. Idiot always made me angry den later want to try to make me happy again. Doesn't work hor. Argh stupid domo.&lt;br /&gt;Domo better stay at home and eat peaches lah. haha and I guess he really is at home eating and sleeping like domokun. herrrrrr.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2564448504247943786-1917097354153901784?l=pinkeyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkeyy.blogspot.com/feeds/1917097354153901784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564448504247943786&amp;postID=1917097354153901784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564448504247943786/posts/default/1917097354153901784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564448504247943786/posts/default/1917097354153901784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkeyy.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-bright-sunday-afternoon-and-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>pinky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564448504247943786.post-3824434535487712648</id><published>2009-07-31T11:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T11:40:06.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Weeee another 2 more days of freaking lesson and lab shall earn me a whole wk of freedom next week.&lt;br /&gt;Sound nice? But no. The following week will be a week of labs and lesson everyday and my 15% test. This means that the week  of no classes and labs I have to stay home and mug again. &lt;br /&gt;Everyone in my class seems so enthu about microbio. Why can't I love them? I don't know. &lt;br /&gt;They are even more enthu with immunology which is a killer for me. I've got lots of competitors yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tmr I will skip lecture and psycho the lecturer to discuss about post labs first so that I can go home to revise. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts are running through my mind this few days which cost me my sleeps. My eyes are significantly smaller now. Tmd.&lt;br /&gt;Can I give up? &lt;br /&gt;I hope I could.&lt;br /&gt;But saying is easier than done.&lt;br /&gt;Haiz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2564448504247943786-3824434535487712648?l=pinkeyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkeyy.blogspot.com/feeds/3824434535487712648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564448504247943786&amp;postID=3824434535487712648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564448504247943786/posts/default/3824434535487712648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564448504247943786/posts/default/3824434535487712648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkeyy.blogspot.com/2009/07/weeee-another-2-more-days-of-freaking.html' title=''/><author><name>pinky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564448504247943786.post-1185260235703469209</id><published>2009-07-30T00:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T01:00:41.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today's lab ended damn early before 9pm. Thought that since it was early so waited for him at little India. Had a little craving for sweet stuff and so take circle line to bishan for starbucks frap and cake :)&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate and macha never fail to make me happy:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright its 1am now and I will start to mug for my microbio cos I really have no confidence in this freaking module. How am I suppose to do another 3 tougher microbio module when this introductory module I can't cope? :(&lt;br /&gt;It's depressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am lucky to have fel's company today to school. Even a short 5 mins from mrt to sch is enough cos at least I see familiar face and rp kind of feelings.&lt;br /&gt;Let's jiayou man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGh mugging time~~~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2564448504247943786-1185260235703469209?l=pinkeyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkeyy.blogspot.com/feeds/1185260235703469209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564448504247943786&amp;postID=1185260235703469209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564448504247943786/posts/default/1185260235703469209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564448504247943786/posts/default/1185260235703469209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkeyy.blogspot.com/2009/07/todays-lab-was-damn-early.html' title=''/><author><name>pinky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564448504247943786.post-5829811716502966468</id><published>2009-07-29T14:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T14:55:34.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Not surprising I took a day off today as I am damn freaking tired from school and the extreme stress (or undue stress) which I created for myself. And it's also partly I have no mood to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having migraine now and keeps on having nausea feeling nowadays. It sucks. &lt;br /&gt;Another 3 hours of lab today or even longer.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow another 3 hours of lectures.&lt;br /&gt;2 months of torture and I got myself a 1 wk break from school :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one wants teach me microbio :( &lt;br /&gt;I remember someone say he will teach me but it look like its not the case anymore as work is always the biggest priority.&lt;br /&gt;Never mind I guess my fellow classmates are kind enough to teach me whenever I am in doubt :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studies and work revolve around me for now :)&lt;br /&gt;I started to lose faith in you. Or rather, had lost the faith.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that's the retribution I get from empty talking.&lt;br /&gt;I get to taste how people empty talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2564448504247943786-5829811716502966468?l=pinkeyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkeyy.blogspot.com/feeds/5829811716502966468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564448504247943786&amp;postID=5829811716502966468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564448504247943786/posts/default/5829811716502966468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564448504247943786/posts/default/5829811716502966468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkeyy.blogspot.com/2009/07/not-surprising-i-took-leave-off-today.html' title=''/><author><name>pinky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564448504247943786.post-7420038891626972327</id><published>2009-07-28T23:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T23:37:11.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yes fel! But then you left 3 years :) and I another .5 yr more :D&lt;br /&gt;Let's endure!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiring week but what to do? &lt;br /&gt;Suddenly feel so pointless in everything I do.&lt;br /&gt;Haiz I need some encouragement :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe I can do it :D&lt;br /&gt;11 more days to my last day....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2564448504247943786-7420038891626972327?l=pinkeyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkeyy.blogspot.com/feeds/7420038891626972327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564448504247943786&amp;postID=7420038891626972327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564448504247943786/posts/default/7420038891626972327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564448504247943786/posts/default/7420038891626972327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkeyy.blogspot.com/2009/07/yes-fel-but-then-someone-left-3-years.html' title=''/><author><name>pinky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564448504247943786.post-3126608484921937257</id><published>2009-07-27T23:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T00:09:18.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just back home from my lab. Today sucks. terribly.&lt;br /&gt;Went to work with a heavy heart and settle HR with my resigning stuff. Asked me to write exit interview form and highlight to be please write about the man with dental floss eyes. haha. But I will be kind enough not write him because more or less he had been quite nice (though a bit nasty at times).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eat snake-ED talked to my love bronto and went back to work at 2pm. which means my 1 hour is gone just like that. haha. Tried typing because nobody was typing and the rx came nonstop so I sat there till 4pm. And everyone was eating snake. Laugh here and there and I was there busy scolding them. And when I can't take how fake and how lazy they were, I went to eat snake at mat's cashier and around 4.40pm saw act tough so OHHHH I PRETENDED TO BE BUSY. haha it was fun pretending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rain heavily and had to take train to sch. fuggg I hate raining days and I got myself a slight headache and sneeze at work. kns. Supposed to be schooling at t.b but ended up buying a dress. haha cos its cheap ok. only $10 which was $42.&lt;br /&gt;Time to save my $$ cos had been shopping nonstop and time to pay my sch fee again :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week is a killer week. Everyday till Saturday I have class and lab on alternate days. argh next wk I got to spend it on my upcoming test for another 2 weeks but I have no time cos it will be filled with activities :( &lt;br /&gt;I need a break.&lt;br /&gt;3.5 yrs more for my future :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to rest now for my giddiness now. &lt;br /&gt;Wonder what and how domo is now. He got so emo that he took urgent leave. Sorrryy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2564448504247943786-3126608484921937257?l=pinkeyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkeyy.blogspot.com/feeds/3126608484921937257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564448504247943786&amp;postID=3126608484921937257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564448504247943786/posts/default/3126608484921937257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564448504247943786/posts/default/3126608484921937257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkeyy.blogspot.com/2009/07/just-back-home-from-my-lab.html' title=''/><author><name>pinky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564448504247943786.post-7993337062202212875</id><published>2009-07-25T01:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T01:32:57.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just ended my exam 4 hours ago :)&lt;br /&gt;Domo wanted to surprise me de but the blur me thought that I had nice good long 3 hours for my exam and told him I will end at 10pm.&lt;br /&gt;But it ended up to be 2 hours. So I end at 9pm. Called domo and domo sounded disappointed and said HUH he thought it was 10pm. At that time he reaching home alr and wanted to look for me at tiong bahru again at 10pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I am good lor I went bishan find him. Haha i admit I was bad because I gave black face like how I always did but still, he tried very hard to make me smile. Ok lah baby ur domo look is successful but u want to have saggy cheek in return meh? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This exam sucks big time. I felt stupid after hearing my friends' answer. argh. Ok time to move on. Tmr is my next module. No rest, continuous module marathon? argh. I going to be lonely ok. Everyone taking different module. I going to be anti social again :(&lt;br /&gt;3.5 years more :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love domo although I always very short tempered towards the brown creature :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s Please domo don't waste money to take cab when you got direct bus to bishan. You should know that I am just kidding that you are late. No matter how late I will wait, just that I will make a little more noise only what. You say you can't wait to see me so you took cab. Or is it because you scared I nag that's why you took cab? hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like you to let the cab driver earn easy money ok. From sin ming to bishan only like merely 5km lor. And you let the driver earned $3? $3 we can eat kway chap haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muacks :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2564448504247943786-7993337062202212875?l=pinkeyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkeyy.blogspot.com/feeds/7993337062202212875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564448504247943786&amp;postID=7993337062202212875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564448504247943786/posts/default/7993337062202212875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564448504247943786/posts/default/7993337062202212875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkeyy.blogspot.com/2009/07/just-ended-my-exam-4-hours-ago-domo.html' title=''/><author><name>pinky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564448504247943786.post-7895263362389689478</id><published>2009-07-24T10:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T10:49:18.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dunno what is wrong with blogspot. I can't type my entry properly. I'll make sure I change to some good website soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to get up to do my last minute revision but then I think my mind is exhausted and need a break. I hate exam. and ya nobody like them either unless that man is some stupid nerd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon after a few hours everything about the stupid chem module will end. Can't wait for 10pm and there goes my book buried underneath my table!! wahahaha :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2564448504247943786-7895263362389689478?l=pinkeyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkeyy.blogspot.com/feeds/7895263362389689478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564448504247943786&amp;postID=7895263362389689478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564448504247943786/posts/default/7895263362389689478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564448504247943786/posts/default/7895263362389689478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkeyy.blogspot.com/2009/07/dunno-what-is-wrong-with-blogspot.html' title=''/><author><name>pinky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564448504247943786.post-4737507819411277548</id><published>2009-07-22T19:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T19:36:45.871+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;..............................................................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;..............................................................................................................................I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realised that m is more important in his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a white horse that can ride me to forest to catch some peace and fresh air :)&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/2564448504247943786-4737507819411277548?l=pinkeyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkeyy.blogspot.com/feeds/4737507819411277548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564448504247943786&amp;postID=4737507819411277548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564448504247943786/posts/default/4737507819411277548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564448504247943786/posts/default/4737507819411277548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkeyy.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>pinky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564448504247943786.post-6698305009684474788</id><published>2009-07-19T13:40:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T14:35:44.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today is a beautiful Sunday :)&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday mark our 9 monthsary.&lt;br /&gt;He came early in the morning to have breakie with me and sent me for my 9am work.&lt;br /&gt;He came around 1pm to KK to send me to school and take the paper for my mock exam paper.&lt;br /&gt;Then off we went to JE IMM to eat Bali Thai.&lt;br /&gt;Next stop was the Science Centre The Da Vinci Genius which we failed to go 2 weeks ago. But sad to say, I do not appreciate Leonardo. On the contrary, I find that science centre was more fun than the exhibition which we paid much lesser for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not in a good mood to blog so let the pictures do the talking :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/SmK4F5_6RPI/AAAAAAAACZ4/YkSaIfYNo98/s1600-h/Photo0290.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/SmK4F5_6RPI/AAAAAAAACZ4/YkSaIfYNo98/s320/Photo0290.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360048918132049138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/SmK4FvKK6rI/AAAAAAAACZw/fQ6tudVbY0M/s1600-h/Photo0293.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/SmK4FvKK6rI/AAAAAAAACZw/fQ6tudVbY0M/s320/Photo0293.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360048915222293170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dino with me again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/SmK4FcOVEeI/AAAAAAAACZo/-yNCAFtEcu0/s1600-h/Photo0296.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/SmK4FcOVEeI/AAAAAAAACZo/-yNCAFtEcu0/s320/Photo0296.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360048910139462114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a reluctant smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/SmK4E_0-JoI/AAAAAAAACZg/Xlzaromhgtk/s1600-h/Photo0299.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/SmK4E_0-JoI/AAAAAAAACZg/Xlzaromhgtk/s320/Photo0299.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360048902516909698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/SmK4EjTzWuI/AAAAAAAACZY/dxWAEF4KQSw/s1600-h/Photo0300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/SmK4EjTzWuI/AAAAAAAACZY/dxWAEF4KQSw/s320/Photo0300.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360048894861597410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/SmK1-78t1hI/AAAAAAAACZQ/bIBaoDMEQzI/s1600-h/Photo0301.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/SmK1-78t1hI/AAAAAAAACZQ/bIBaoDMEQzI/s320/Photo0301.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360046599373182482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/SmK1h5KojsI/AAAAAAAACZI/yjz2F-7cC2Y/s1600-h/Photo0307.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/SmK1h5KojsI/AAAAAAAACZI/yjz2F-7cC2Y/s320/Photo0307.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360046100410044098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just realised that when he sleeps, he still give that yaya bin. Maybe its permanent on his face already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Everything went smoothly but I hate the same quarrels times and again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In your eyes I always can't have enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Did I complain you did not do enough?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Is it because when I get not happy with the things you say, you begin to have low self confidence and claim that I always demand that you do not enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And thus, the fault lies in me again which I never deny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I know I had no rights to use PMS as an excuse but I need a person who can try to understand my foul temper when my pms come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I thought domo could.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But suddenly I realised he couldn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When he asked me to find a man that could tahan my temper like how he can, I feel............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I guess his patience had reached&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I going to find that man who can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What would it be like if I say, Go stead with a girl that could stay faithful to you and you feel happy to be with everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maybe there are plenty maybe there isn't any.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Its up to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I had enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All of the sudden the future of us had been "blurrified"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am not changing anything except for loving myself more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/SmK6pdz3dgI/AAAAAAAACaA/FP0_DbHmRkE/s1600-h/Photo0295.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/SmK6pdz3dgI/AAAAAAAACaA/FP0_DbHmRkE/s320/Photo0295.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360051728063886850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My pms is strong now. The domokun hp pouch can no longer make me smile.&lt;br /&gt;I need a break.&lt;br /&gt;5 more days to my exam and everything is so sucky.&lt;br /&gt;I hate memorising half of the book.&lt;br /&gt;I hate chemistry.&lt;br /&gt;I don't have the brain&lt;br /&gt;I don't have the enthu in me&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I don't have the love.&lt;br /&gt;Everything just fugggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss bronto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going for my check up tmr and my brother is going to have his new car and he suggested to drive us to east coast for seafood tmr :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2564448504247943786-6698305009684474788?l=pinkeyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkeyy.blogspot.com/feeds/6698305009684474788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564448504247943786&amp;postID=6698305009684474788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564448504247943786/posts/default/6698305009684474788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564448504247943786/posts/default/6698305009684474788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkeyy.blogspot.com/2009/07/today-is-beautiful-sunday-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>pinky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/SmK4F5_6RPI/AAAAAAAACZ4/YkSaIfYNo98/s72-c/Photo0290.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564448504247943786.post-4556975950382060909</id><published>2009-07-17T00:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T00:51:56.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As promised that I would post some photos of my recent activities or meet up with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;Lets start it simple and end it sweet :)&lt;br /&gt;Met my that 2 male poly friends of mine last saturday for some catch up and they never change at all. Because they still love suaning me fat.&lt;br /&gt;Lc want to a drink that day. We landed up at Parkview square. Caught something amazing. It was the moment of the butterfly waitress being tied on to a rope and got pulled up to get a bottle of wine. And ya it was on purpose on the zao ge-ing part because she wore a short dress. Who got a correct brain to "fly" up there with a short dress? Obviously the boss want to lure bian tai men. haha.. One of the ang moh was busy taking photos ok. I was kind enough to take a photo of her when she was about to land on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Take a look at the bottom left corner. There she was :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/Sl9SqQ03YQI/AAAAAAAACZA/323tbc3HRJU/s1600-h/Photo0260.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/Sl9SqQ03YQI/AAAAAAAACZA/323tbc3HRJU/s320/Photo0260.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359092967618863362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Random pictures of us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/Sl9SpzcjemI/AAAAAAAACY4/bkF1Nzqc7oU/s1600-h/Photo0257.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/Sl9SpzcjemI/AAAAAAAACY4/bkF1Nzqc7oU/s320/Photo0257.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359092959732267618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/Sl9SpcMlkAI/AAAAAAAACYw/c_HuOt4833o/s1600-h/Photo0258.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/Sl9SpcMlkAI/AAAAAAAACYw/c_HuOt4833o/s320/Photo0258.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359092953491279874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/Sl9SpMVc4wI/AAAAAAAACYo/i5Km9wIcgn8/s1600-h/Photo0259.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/Sl9SpMVc4wI/AAAAAAAACYo/i5Km9wIcgn8/s320/Photo0259.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359092949233492738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/Sl9RMV2tzHI/AAAAAAAACYg/NCXNZsQ2byQ/s1600-h/Photo0256.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/Sl9RMV2tzHI/AAAAAAAACYg/NCXNZsQ2byQ/s320/Photo0256.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359091354061098098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last sunday was steamboat with rice prawn and domo. Oh well domo is my donkey. Recently I was so into domo ok. Though it look ugly but I find it ugly till the extend it was adorable and I feel that my dear donkey looks like the domo :)&lt;br /&gt;Ok out of topic. My domo is the best. Met him after his sunday duty and we went shopping and the stupid levis made me angry and no matter how domo tried to make me happy, it failed :( cos the lady insulted me saying I have no money then don't buy. Fug. Don't go to levis BHG at bugis ok people. lol.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the steamboat was alright and the stupid people there were YA STUPID! haha 4 heads they charged 2. So each of us pay on $10 wahaha. That's a cheap meal man :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our adidas jackets :) Hello domo don think you got the gold strips jiu si bei yaya and say you feel rich. Its the white strip's owner that bought for you de lor. haha ok I sound childish -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/Sl9RL-yfBnI/AAAAAAAACYY/d0E7k6Q1WFU/s1600-h/Photo0272.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/Sl9RL-yfBnI/AAAAAAAACYY/d0E7k6Q1WFU/s320/Photo0272.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359091347869337202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There he goes with his forever yaya bin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/Sl9RLpMeM1I/AAAAAAAACYQ/HM_UDhkt7nQ/s1600-h/Photo0263.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/Sl9RLpMeM1I/AAAAAAAACYQ/HM_UDhkt7nQ/s320/Photo0263.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359091342072755026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was what he wrote on my hand last week. I was called plumpy. And he strike off the P to make it to lumpy. Ok lah I am lumpy and have a permanent swollen ankle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/Sl9RLBgo48I/AAAAAAAACYI/wC7UbxcQ9RA/s1600-h/Photo0253.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/Sl9RLBgo48I/AAAAAAAACYI/wC7UbxcQ9RA/s320/Photo0253.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359091331419923394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am leaving KK le. I hope that mat don't take out my domo which I pasted on our syrup book. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/Sl9RK6DUvQI/AAAAAAAACYA/PRFirN91KlI/s1600-h/Photo0283.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/Sl9RK6DUvQI/AAAAAAAACYA/PRFirN91KlI/s320/Photo0283.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359091329417919746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just had a $38  japanese buffet at Miramar hotel with my colleagues. 1 word to describe. Sucks.&lt;br /&gt;No 2nd time.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe my domo was not with me. He was busy emoing because I was not with him and went out with my dear colleagues.&lt;br /&gt;I am disappointing and I am guilty. Sorry domo. You are always the first and would always come first. But you say you will be understanding so I went ahead with them. But little did I know that you become very emo and disappointed with me that I really went along with them and never pei you when you need me the most..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well I am a bad gf that ought to be shot. Don't you think so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am secretly afraid of my new job and the new environment. No one knows my fears :(&lt;br /&gt;But I love DOMO KUN!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2564448504247943786-4556975950382060909?l=pinkeyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkeyy.blogspot.com/feeds/4556975950382060909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564448504247943786&amp;postID=4556975950382060909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564448504247943786/posts/default/4556975950382060909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564448504247943786/posts/default/4556975950382060909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkeyy.blogspot.com/2009/07/as-promised-that-i-would-post-some.html' title=''/><author><name>pinky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/Sl9SqQ03YQI/AAAAAAAACZA/323tbc3HRJU/s72-c/Photo0260.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564448504247943786.post-8890733534143492703</id><published>2009-07-13T20:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T20:58:41.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am proud of my previous post. Here I am to say that the someone is the DONKEY!! kns.&lt;br /&gt;He is the someone who made me worry and disappointed on that fateful day. fug him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will post more pictures of his yaya face when I get home later and the meetup with jg and lc :D&lt;br /&gt;And not forgetting the steamboat with my bronto and her plump nose and my donkey yesterday :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love farting but donkey loves more. kns.&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/2564448504247943786-8890733534143492703?l=pinkeyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkeyy.blogspot.com/feeds/8890733534143492703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564448504247943786&amp;postID=8890733534143492703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564448504247943786/posts/default/8890733534143492703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564448504247943786/posts/default/8890733534143492703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkeyy.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-am-proud-of-my-previous-post.html' title=''/><author><name>pinky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564448504247943786.post-3148705510126445626</id><published>2009-07-09T23:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T23:45:56.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I just get out of bed. I couldn't sleep due to some reasons although I am tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody don't bother about how bad my day was at that place.&lt;br /&gt;Somebody no longer bother about the messages I sent him many many times.&lt;br /&gt;Somebody only bothers about work.&lt;br /&gt;Somebody get back to me after busying at work and talked to me about work things again&lt;br /&gt;Somebody didn't tell me how was his day and how the headache went.&lt;br /&gt;Somebody no longer bother about how my lab went.&lt;br /&gt;Somebody break his promise about dinner with me today.&lt;br /&gt;Somebody don't bother telling me about having to overtime and can't have dinner with me&lt;br /&gt;And so the somebody made me wait stupidly for his call until I gave up and went to school. Luckily I had subway along the way.&lt;br /&gt;Somebody called me when he finished his overtime and that's when I start my lab.&lt;br /&gt;Somebody no longer bother whether I reached home safely&lt;br /&gt;Somebody no longer tells me goodnight&lt;br /&gt;And so the somebody is making me sleepless now as I am worried cum sad cum angry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that somebody is very far away from me now. I don't know that somebody.&lt;br /&gt;I admit I am very unreasonable towards the somebody but I hate the feeling of not getting  attention in a relationship.&lt;br /&gt;And worst still I hate getting ignored and not reachable to him&lt;br /&gt;And yes I am pmsing now&lt;br /&gt;And I thought of giving up again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate life and how somebody treat me today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2564448504247943786-3148705510126445626?l=pinkeyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkeyy.blogspot.com/feeds/3148705510126445626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564448504247943786&amp;postID=3148705510126445626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564448504247943786/posts/default/3148705510126445626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564448504247943786/posts/default/3148705510126445626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkeyy.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-just-get-out-of-bed.html' title=''/><author><name>pinky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564448504247943786.post-1990913562492620622</id><published>2009-07-08T13:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T13:58:52.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Had quite a nice dinner last time with audrey's-and-friends group and larrni's-and-friends team. We were outnumbered but the dinner was still fun. But the waitress was damn lan ok. Initially I was thinking to complain till she cannot be a butch anymore. Damn rude and gave us stupid reasons why we should give up our seats which we reserved for the rest of them to arrive. But this time I won't be that bad because at least she got us another longer table which she promised to relocate us when our groups arrived.&lt;br /&gt;I ate till I had indigestion and I love sharing food with bronto haha except the fact that I don't understand why a dino loves coffee so much. Shouldn't they loves leaves or mint? PLUMP NECK!! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many things to conclude that yesterday was a bad day. I had gastric during work. Tiok complained by the malau and get shouted by her. Since I don't want to fuck her like how I always tell mat, then I going to make her lose her job one day.&lt;br /&gt;Come on let me daydream being a CEO for 1 day in kkh haha. And that's it! I'll torture her and order her to go to isolation room everyday for 10 hours and make her do SEP every saturday and no need to mention bonus. Her bonus will be only 10% of what the rest are getting. MALAU YOU BETTER VANISH BEFORE I BECOME CEO. haha ok I think I got nothing better to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My appointment with the doctor was also a lousy one. Went in the wrong time and my doctor, a medical officer and 1 nurse were there -.- fuggggggg... donkey wasn't nice at all. But I understand he was just as busy as usual. But he said something like I am plumpy that's why I lumpy. Fine, I thought he can talk some nice words but saying this make me feel no better and worst still, he joked with me something he shouldn't joke about. Fine and whatever. I think I am just numb by all these.&lt;br /&gt;About to enter the entry at little india and I searched frantically for my wallet and opps I realized that it was still in my locker. Luckily loke loke got extra ezlink card :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night I had difficulty moving because I was too full and I think I pmsing. Slept at around 1am and woke up around 4am. My body is just like a retired man's body. I am really stress with everything around me especially my studies. Tomorrow lab is a killer one. Ok then when I was turning and tossing, donkey msg me. It's merely a coincidence. I told him how stressed I am with everything coming to me at one time. But he...... ok nvm. Then I went back to sleep around 5am and my alarm didn't ring so I woke up at 8.30am where I start work 9am. Idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Here's the start of a look-alike composition where I would write during sec 1 haha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran out of my house after brushing my teeth and washing my face without my usual bathing. And because of that I guess I feel not awake yet and I am NOT NOT NOT not fresh. I felt weak. Halfway to work I couldn't take it anymore and was thinking to go work and ask whether could I work half day which I can end at 1pm. But act tough say where I not feeling well. I told her itchy throat and she quickly asked me go to 24hrs clinic for nasal swab. I see no reason why should I be there. Waste money and its so sudden that my plans for today had to cancel :(&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the nasal swab sucks. I went in the clinic with only a itchy throat and I came out with a running nose accompanied by sneezing. The really poke deep down into my nose and I told act tough about it and she told me this is the feeling of feeding tube. Poor kids whose parents always come into the pharmacy with memo to take feeding tubes :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donkey's hp no batt and I can't get to him now. Before his hp died on him, all he could say was to side act tough and told me the importance of seeing dr. He don't understand how I feel and he insists that I don't know myself and he knows me the best. Bronto show me more care and concern.&lt;br /&gt;So right now I am rotting at home and tomorrow another day of mc but got that idiotic lab. I give up. Maybe the only hope now is to wait for donkey to help me do prelab but it looks like its impossible now because I think this week he is pretty busy. haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss mj.&lt;br /&gt;I love bronto.&lt;br /&gt;I miss donkey but he working.&lt;br /&gt;I love donkey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2564448504247943786-1990913562492620622?l=pinkeyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkeyy.blogspot.com/feeds/1990913562492620622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564448504247943786&amp;postID=1990913562492620622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564448504247943786/posts/default/1990913562492620622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564448504247943786/posts/default/1990913562492620622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkeyy.blogspot.com/2009/07/had-quite-nice-night-yesterday-with-my.html' title=''/><author><name>pinky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564448504247943786.post-5172491406482462053</id><published>2009-07-06T23:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T23:29:09.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I don't know why am I eating non stop when I just had my menses. kns I am not under puberty what. Maybe I am feeling carefree nowadays because all I do is to relax and happy happy with my friends and donkey. And now the dreadful part has finally came. MY LAB!!! omg I having lab on thursday and tmr i still can have dinner with my colleagues and Wednesday dinner with my promoters. Aiyo I where got time to do my prelab work and read up? Then Friday is again a full day for me and I guess thats the only day where I can read abit of my notes. Saturday is left for my kkh course and dinner with jg and cheng. Sunday steamboat with my beloved bronto and her plump nose prawn and of cos together with my ADORABLE-NOT-PLUMP-NOSE donkey :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I wonder, how can I possibly have time for my studies? I just told my mum that 4 years pass very fast de lah. But now I am eating back my own words because at this moment I think 4 years is like 40 years to me :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today had a very fruitful day because it was well spent with my donkey and my family. Thanks baby for the dinner for me and my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I know you are disappointed and tired and I can't help much. I am really not affected by it at all and you know that I am your everything. Even though you can't handle failure, you still have me. Isn't all that matter? Doesn't mean that you don't get it then you don't have me. Am I right? I am always here secretly supporting you but I know maybe you have a bit of pride and no matter how many times I say its alright, you still blame yourself. Don't be sad anymore and cheer up!! You can still spend time with me in the bus and train. I love it because we can have longer time to cuddle each other. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;But I know you won't listen to all my consoles because you said you can't face failure. That's because you set an expectation that was very high that's why you fall deeper. I believe failure brings a person to greater heights. I love you AND BEAT IT!!! haha ok its random because I love mj de Beat It :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2564448504247943786-5172491406482462053?l=pinkeyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkeyy.blogspot.com/feeds/5172491406482462053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564448504247943786&amp;postID=5172491406482462053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564448504247943786/posts/default/5172491406482462053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564448504247943786/posts/default/5172491406482462053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkeyy.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-dont-know-why-am-i-eating-non-stop.html' title=''/><author><name>pinky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564448504247943786.post-7471821511393819472</id><published>2009-07-05T14:10:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T14:58:15.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today I am so damn free that I didn't know what to do except for studying for my upcoming exam Its sucks to hear from my classmates that the lessons that I have skipped is all the tough part of this module. I hate it and thursday is my last lab. Hip hip HURRAY!!! But nothing to be happy of because I still got 4 years of lab. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something that make me unbelievable this weekend is something to do with the girl I don't like. i guess donkey knows it well because I keep on complaining how impossible it is for the guy to love that girl. And the donkey was like saying why I complain so much is it because I like that guy -_-&lt;br /&gt;RUBBISH. I only love the donkey :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I hope my black donkey had enjoyed himself yesterday because I had it all planned ever since the beginning of last month. And I swear to dear lord I didn't treat anyone this nice including my family and don't even had to say that gay. Reason being donkey is a nice and the best bf of mine and it is his first bday celebration with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But did the plan go according to what I had planned is different case. I would say 50 50 ba. First is the candle plan I intended to surprise him by putting candles on the mattress in my room when the clock striked 12am. But it was a little bit too late because it was my first time playing with fire so by the time it was ready it was 12.05am. And the best part was that, after a while my bedsheet caught fire. I panicked and I didn't know what to do. I asked donkey can I pour my toner to the fire. OH gosh, being a science student I should know that alcohol is flammable but at that moment my mind went blank ma. But luckily my donkey was calm and told me take some water. I wonder if I were left alone in that room, my house will be burnt down and my body will be chaota and even more chaota than my donkey :(&lt;br /&gt;And the creme dunno wat bruleh failed and I had to put in freezer to harden it. And I guess donkey ate till tummy upset the next day because he kept on going toilet and we had to forgo some of my plans like watching transformer dvd the movie in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily he was alright by 3pm and we had a bath and off we went to science center to catch the Da Vincci the genius exhibition. And damn it, no more tickets when we reached there and so we watched Imax, Sea Monster. Its a rubbish show and I think it made me giddy. Then my dinner plan was again intended to be a surprised but I accidentally said we will be taking bus 165 and the self proclaimed smart donkey cum bf said that he knew we were heading for Holland V. KNS spoilt my surprised plan. Cab there and ate at the Fosters. The ambiance was great and the set dinner was a bit too filling and it left us both walking in difficulty, eh maybe its just me. Walked a pretty long distance to the mrt but then decided to cab down to my next plan. THE PARKVIEW SQUARE!! haha the place was awesome with the strong metallic structure. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached home around 12.30am and luckily my mum didn't scold me for the fire but rather it was my brother who said me. He said that it caused his room to be smoky which he had to close his room and kept on coughing that night. wahaha. Donkey should be happy because minutes after the clock strike 12, there was fire lor. And its like implying HUAT ARH!!! Yeah donkey this year will HUAT ARH!!! hehe :)&lt;br /&gt;But my mum did say that its not like I didn't study before when I was young that people cannot play with fire and if I am still a small kid now she will cane me for sure lor. Heng arh I am 20 not 10 or else I think I will either be chaota now or have cane strokes on my body :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow on leave to settle some stuff and its is going to be donkey's big day!! His driving test. I hope he pass so that he can drive me around as and when I demand from him because no more bday for him means no more king for him. Only 1 day he can be the king and the rest of 364 days I will be the queen and he will be my slave :D&lt;br /&gt;Neh just kidding. Pray hard that he can pass though I can't give him physical support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Anyway blogger sucks. I uploaded so many pictures but none came out. But facebook was nice so all my pictures were there :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Happy 27th bday my dear boy. Though there were some unpleasant surprises, I hope you still enjoyed yourself. 1 year older but I love it because I really do love older mature man. I lub you mr donkey :) All the best tomorrow and I think you will pass it because god will give you a good bday present this yr :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2564448504247943786-7471821511393819472?l=pinkeyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkeyy.blogspot.com/feeds/7471821511393819472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564448504247943786&amp;postID=7471821511393819472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564448504247943786/posts/default/7471821511393819472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564448504247943786/posts/default/7471821511393819472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkeyy.blogspot.com/2009/07/today-i-am-so-damn-free-that-i-didnt.html' title=''/><author><name>pinky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564448504247943786.post-1022152429835570878</id><published>2009-07-03T14:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T15:04:14.008+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've done preparing the things for donkey bday. I spent a lot of my effort and money too hor donkey. So you better don't complain that I didn't treat you well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we were told to wear that freaking N95 mask which I hated the most because I have difficulty in breathing and it causes me to have allergy which can make my face to pop out pimples de lah. And so the naughty me decided to act blur when they asked me why didn't I wear one. So my plastic attitude began: HUH MUST WEAR N95 ARH? BUT NO ONE TELL ME LEH COS I AT TPS. wahahaha. and the evil C kept on complaining that I wear the surgical mask wrongly and say I fold it until very ugly. Go die lah C. You sucks big time!! None of your business whether I wear it ugly or pretty but you wear the mask correctly also definitely uglier than me. Maybe you put on the mask you look better because your BULLDOG face is covered!! WAHAHAHAHA!!&lt;br /&gt;Ok enough of my evil comment for I scared I will have karma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am glad that for the next 4 days I am free from that idiotic mask. Our pharmacy like going gaga already with the increasing workload and the limited dispenser. Everyone is getting so stressed up and me, being a part timer don't give a damn or pity them. haha. But at least next friday I will be helping out in the isolation room to do dispensing if I am not wrong. So if I tiok H1N1 its not surprising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost forgotten that I am still in the midst of my chem module and exam is coming up but still, my mind is all about shopping, work, friends and donkey. Read fel's blog then I realised that I got a whole chunk of revision and reading to do before my exam on the 25th if I am not wrong. Even my exam date I also have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;Haiz and I going to say this again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;ITS ANOTHER 4 FREAKING YEARS!!!! arghhhhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Anyway yesterday went out for dinner with mich and keith. Do some shopping and I bought myself a heels because its pretty :) And I realised that I am no longer the past shopping queen because only 1 hour plus of shopping I start to get tired. Omg its so different from last time where I can shop around for the whole afternoon without getting tired :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 more hours and I am going to leave for bishan and bring donkey out for dinner and to my place. My plan of bringing him to the saf yatch club failed and so I had to bring him to my place. I don't know why am I stressing myself with the things I planned for him. Maybe I am afraid that things might not turn out the way it supposed to be. Alright this is my first time planning bday ok and all the best for me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love donkey &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;the most&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;And bronto made a special request to say this at the end or my post.&lt;br /&gt;I love you bronto :) haha but not the most.. lol.&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/2564448504247943786-1022152429835570878?l=pinkeyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkeyy.blogspot.com/feeds/1022152429835570878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564448504247943786&amp;postID=1022152429835570878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564448504247943786/posts/default/1022152429835570878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564448504247943786/posts/default/1022152429835570878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkeyy.blogspot.com/2009/07/ive-done-preparing-things-for-donkey.html' title=''/><author><name>pinky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564448504247943786.post-4541745590570087991</id><published>2009-07-02T01:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T01:35:25.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;At this time everyone is sleeping but I guess nowadays I having insomnia. Reason unknown. :(&lt;br /&gt;Just finish talking to clement on the phone for 1 hour. omg lah he enlightened me and I guess I am really a bad woman cum a bad gf. I don't understand myself either. I have a very nice bf but I didn't realise it and have been hurting him times and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know its very hard for me to change. No point ranting all the remorseful feelings I have when I am not doing anything.&lt;br /&gt;But on the lighter note, I guess things have been improving. We are not quarreling for the past 3 days? He had been accompanying me till late at night for the past few days and my mother has been scolding me everyday why am I torturing him and not letting him had enough rest. All in all, she's just saying that I am selfish. But its donkey that is the TIKI (stubborn) one lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like yesterday, I lab till 11pm and he surprised me that he will be waiting for me at t.b and we had prata at my place till around 2am. I wonder how he focused at work today and went out with me yet again today to catch Ice Age 3. Not as nice as I expect though.&lt;br /&gt;My poor donkey. He has been a nice one but yet, I am not even doing half of how he is treating me now.&lt;br /&gt;Clem, you are right in some points and yes I don't deny I never treat donkey as good as I treat someone. But I guess this point is enough for me wake up. Sorry my donkey.&lt;br /&gt;I can't promise you what can I do for you. But I will do what my heart tells me to :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, fel don't close your blog or else I will kill you because your url has been with me for the past 4 years. And I have been a nice friend who always loves to read your blog. And me too, I have nothing to blog at times but I always try to blog some stuff because it's the habit from our poly year 1 :D&lt;br /&gt;Alright about lab yesterday. Its a killer ok. Much worst than lab 1. Kns I feel so freaking stupid and as I had mentioned, we finished at 11pm. Its like what the hell, I miss my house and not the lab ok. Oh my poor 4 years will be gone together with my freedom :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday and next monday I will be taking leave and this mean after tmr I going to have a long wkend :D&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I guess everyone is mugging for their mock exam this saturday. And I actually skip one lecture that covered half of the book. I am so going to die because I yet to listen to the online lecture.&lt;br /&gt;And worst still, I going to skip my mock exam on Saturday because its my donkey's bday!!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;I worried what I had to plan for him will not be what he expected. But one thing for sure is that I am going to be nice and listen to what he says on that day. haha and ya only for that day hor donkey. Don't yaya ah..&lt;br /&gt;Monday its going to be his driving and I took leave is because I wanted to give him my support. But last minute something cropped up and though I can't give him my physical support but I guess my mental support for him is still important right donkey? :) I guess my donkey is understanding enough why I couldn't make it. Sorry baby. But I make sure once you finish your test you will see me first :)&lt;br /&gt;I waiting for his good news and then he can drive me around :) But don't give yourself stress ok baby? Do your best. And even if you can't get that license, we can always take public transport de what. right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now having training in The Private Suite and somehow I miss Outpatient because I miss bronto. She's my bronto that has been always be there for me de :)&lt;br /&gt;Next week ok bronto? I going to fan si ni le :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok going to have my beauty sleep already. Hope I can sleep :)&lt;br /&gt;Love you donkey :)&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/2564448504247943786-4541745590570087991?l=pinkeyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkeyy.blogspot.com/feeds/4541745590570087991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564448504247943786&amp;postID=4541745590570087991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564448504247943786/posts/default/4541745590570087991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564448504247943786/posts/default/4541745590570087991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkeyy.blogspot.com/2009/07/at-this-time-everyone-is-sleeping-but-i.html' title=''/><author><name>pinky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564448504247943786.post-8025444648943449368</id><published>2009-06-30T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T00:24:22.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A moment of happiness can be gone in a flash.&lt;br /&gt;Where were the happiness?&lt;br /&gt;Where were the freedom we shared?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lab sucks when no one help me. Lucky my lab partner still bother about me and I am contented :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2564448504247943786-8025444648943449368?l=pinkeyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkeyy.blogspot.com/feeds/8025444648943449368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564448504247943786&amp;postID=8025444648943449368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564448504247943786/posts/default/8025444648943449368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564448504247943786/posts/default/8025444648943449368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkeyy.blogspot.com/2009/06/moment-of-happiness-can-be-gone-in.html' title=''/><author><name>pinky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564448504247943786.post-5765230910075233426</id><published>2009-06-28T23:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T23:48:38.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I can see no purpose in setting your call as a special ringtone anymore because its meaningless when we don't communicate on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look at the brighter side of life already :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lab sucks. I hate to do pre work :(&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/2564448504247943786-5765230910075233426?l=pinkeyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkeyy.blogspot.com/feeds/5765230910075233426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564448504247943786&amp;postID=5765230910075233426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564448504247943786/posts/default/5765230910075233426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564448504247943786/posts/default/5765230910075233426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkeyy.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-can-see-no-purpose-in-setting-your.html' title=''/><author><name>pinky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564448504247943786.post-7349439442707617103</id><published>2009-06-28T17:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T17:48:35.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A bright sunday afternoon was spent with my tv, my sofa and my bed. Wanted to spend some time with my notes today because apparently I skipped lecture yesterday whereby the lecturer stated that he will complete the whole book which mean there won't be anymore lectures. Well, the plan of spending it with my notes failed because I am just plain lazy. Wanted to go do my nails today but no one around me seems to do manicure or pedicure  and my poor donkey is still hard at work because of some working issue. He had been a good donkey so far and I am just the devil that always complain this and that. So I will try to be good and not pms and find trouble for me and him. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday supposed to sing K with my usual group of friends but ended up playing guitar hero because some seems interested. I wondered am I one of them (i mean the age) because I think I have no freaking idea which gaming stuffs are hot nowadays. Probably I am really turning into an aunty that steps into the market and start bargaining for my food. Haha spending time with them made me feel younger, I supposed. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felt bad leaving them early because donkey was nice to end work early to come and find me. Had a late high tea at Paste De Cafe and their food was marvelous especially their toasted baguette with fresh tomatoes on it (don't know how you call that). But still, it's Yummy!&lt;br /&gt;Went to the new mall Central for the toilets but had no time to explore the place as its not getting any earlier to had our dinner at my uncle place..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I didn't expect such a big sacrificing from you. I felt bad. I bet if you are with another girl, you will be a lot tonnes happier now because I am the only woman that indirectly forced you to can't have both things you treasure and cherish the most, at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;Since you made a big sacrifice for me, I had made a promise to myself. You won't get to know it but rather, you will experience the changes I had made for you. Specially for you. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;thank you donkey, lub you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2564448504247943786-7349439442707617103?l=pinkeyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkeyy.blogspot.com/feeds/7349439442707617103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564448504247943786&amp;postID=7349439442707617103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564448504247943786/posts/default/7349439442707617103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564448504247943786/posts/default/7349439442707617103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkeyy.blogspot.com/2009/06/bright-sunday-afternoon-was-spent-with.html' title=''/><author><name>pinky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564448504247943786.post-5602062050470296228</id><published>2009-06-26T00:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T00:41:09.272+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Just back home and test was finally over. Nothing to comment but was just glad that it was over.. What to worry now is the coming exam in exactly 1 month time.. argh no one loves exam, neither do I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the test my brother fetched me to novena to meet donkey but as usual he was still at work. Can do nothing but to wait lor. I wonder what will happen next time when I am not working in KK anymore. I think I cant step into the main pharmacy freely as and when I like.&lt;br /&gt;So just sat beside him and wait. Felt extra. Neutral feeling nowadays and I don't know why although I should be sad things doesn't go my way. Maybe I guess I love myself too much that I didn't want to think and make myself sad. I want to be happy in my own ways :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tmr another day of work and school. Damn sian. I need to change my job and get a full time job elsewhere because part time working now is like earning peanut money. Full time pt at KK? I think i will die especially in outpatient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz... Zhou yi bu, suan yi pu lor :(&lt;br /&gt;I want something.. I need something. And I hate the routine you always tell me. argh..&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/2564448504247943786-5602062050470296228?l=pinkeyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkeyy.blogspot.com/feeds/5602062050470296228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564448504247943786&amp;postID=5602062050470296228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564448504247943786/posts/default/5602062050470296228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564448504247943786/posts/default/5602062050470296228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkeyy.blogspot.com/2009/06/just-back-home-and-test-was-finally.html' title=''/><author><name>pinky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564448504247943786.post-1868759320966928385</id><published>2009-06-25T13:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T13:58:34.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Donkey keeps on shooting on my emo posts in my blog. I am so going to delete so as to destroy the evidence and he can't shoot me anymore. hohohoho.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Donkey has been spending really every single day with me after all my nonsense.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;I appreciate it and at the same time I felt bad because I know he is tired everyday after work and had to go for tuition and driving at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;And whenever he met me and I asked him to go home rest, he will shoot me and say that my blog stated that I feel that he had no time for me. (that's the reason the previous posts were gone. haha)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;This week went smoothly and I guess its partly because of his company. He had been spending time with me everyday without failed ever since Sunday. No matter how late it was, he still come to my place and had to cab home. Sorry :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tuesday after my worst lab session, went to watch Transformers the rise of the fallen. Sat at the third front row and my neck was so suan can. But the show was nice!!! and i know its donkey's favorite. But still, I see no link between robots and donkey =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In less than 6 hours is my test. I got no confidence because there is nothing for me to study because it was inorganic chemistry. Its all calculations and only a bit on theory. Yesterday and today was my off day from work and I see no purpose in the off because I did nothing at home except for sleeping eating and watching teevee.. At night after donkey's driving he came and pei me to watch a bit of transformers dvd. And I woke up at 12pm today and did nothing till now. Hmm so if i fail the test, I think i deserve it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so bored at home just now that I realised that I had to eat the chocolates that donkey bought for me in taiwan or else it will FACK mould though I bu she de eat.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes talking about FACK mould. Its the chinese word of FA-MEI but we say it as FACK mould (a combi of chinese and english)&lt;br /&gt;I remember I asked simple jack, one of our working indian colleague, to say it, she accused me of saying bad word and say: "no, I won't say because you teaching me bad word."&lt;br /&gt;Huh i was like wat the hell. Hello audrey is nice and won't anyhow teach indian people bad things. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ok this were the pictures taken with the cutie sweet chocolates :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;THE BOOBIES CHOCOLATE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/SkMKIuQxiiI/AAAAAAAACW4/9zcZYGbusqE/s1600-h/Photo0195.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/SkMKIuQxiiI/AAAAAAAACW4/9zcZYGbusqE/s320/Photo0195.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351131927219898914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ok I was lame and I decided to make something out of it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/SkMKIIfPTwI/AAAAAAAACWw/6DgjquF_ia4/s1600-h/Photo0203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/SkMKIIfPTwI/AAAAAAAACWw/6DgjquF_ia4/s320/Photo0203.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351131917080022786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I muacks you donkey =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/SkMKH9C-uyI/AAAAAAAACWo/zgSURYGrkUU/s1600-h/Photo0198.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/SkMKH9C-uyI/AAAAAAAACWo/zgSURYGrkUU/s320/Photo0198.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351131914008705826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I love you donkey =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/SkMKHrW7sQI/AAAAAAAACWg/v_LU2KpCPD0/s1600-h/Photo0194.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/SkMKHrW7sQI/AAAAAAAACWg/v_LU2KpCPD0/s320/Photo0194.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351131909260554498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/SkMKHSM0-vI/AAAAAAAACWY/sFNFvQ0hxWo/s1600-h/Photo0193.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/SkMKHSM0-vI/AAAAAAAACWY/sFNFvQ0hxWo/s320/Photo0193.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351131902507285234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I appreciate what baby does for me. Love you. But I hope you will know when you should spend time with your family and friends. Although i know I am always contradicting myself, but its all about balancing our time. I am not a totally not understanding gf ok. :D&lt;br /&gt;I love you and I am glad to find back the feelings with you again :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/SkMPc2ydzpI/AAAAAAAACXI/yMXn0cDGV2U/s1600-h/Photo0189.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/SkMPc2ydzpI/AAAAAAAACXI/yMXn0cDGV2U/s320/Photo0189.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351137770664218258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/SkMPcsqV5iI/AAAAAAAACXA/evxuraMFgzs/s1600-h/Photo0190.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/SkMPcsqV5iI/AAAAAAAACXA/evxuraMFgzs/s320/Photo0190.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351137767945791010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2564448504247943786-1868759320966928385?l=pinkeyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkeyy.blogspot.com/feeds/1868759320966928385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564448504247943786&amp;postID=1868759320966928385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564448504247943786/posts/default/1868759320966928385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564448504247943786/posts/default/1868759320966928385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkeyy.blogspot.com/2009/06/donkey-keeps-on-shooting-on-my-emo.html' title=''/><author><name>pinky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/SkMKIuQxiiI/AAAAAAAACW4/9zcZYGbusqE/s72-c/Photo0195.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564448504247943786.post-6689855020704326868</id><published>2009-06-08T10:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T11:21:34.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Weekend was spent with my "crow" voice (donkey said so) and my 24-hrs of migraine. Nevertheless, got to spend Saturday morning in the lab and out with BG on Sunday morning for some food hunting at Katong. Saturday and Sunday were hectic because I spent more than 12 hours outside for those 2 days with me fighting my migraine and my voice. :(&lt;br /&gt;Lab was so shitty. We couldn't work out the problems and I somehow get kanchiong and I kept on pressing my calculator wrongly and thus answers were wrong too and I don't know whether my lab partner will @$&amp;amp;*^@@$$.&lt;br /&gt;We stayed for another 1 hr to finish up our calculations and I had to make donkey wait for me for additional 45 minutes. But its 45 minutes only lor cos I waited 1.5 hrs for him to finish his driving lesson alone at paya labar. haha so stop nagging hor donkey. hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;So, school was still the same. Somehow it makes me feel like I am studying in RP because of all the familiar faces in my class. Lessons were as usual difficult, but we will fight through it together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday food hunting was ok nia cos we only get to taste nonya kueh and the katong laksa which I don't have my chilli!!! and i find it weird w/o my usual laksa chilli. arghhhh my stupid throat.. It was the nonya kueh that made us so sick and full because of all the sugar content in the kueh. haha.. we shall hunt for more food in that street!!! :D Then had another wanton noodle at parklane with donkey and around 5pm had Bakerzin 50% off cheesecake.. hoho it is of cos a good steal because it was damn nice. Decided to buy 1 whole cake on the 30th june :) Dinner was chicken rice at Bishan and now it left me with even more sore throat and coughing.&lt;br /&gt;I want a long break from work and school. Anyone can stop time for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our friday dinner to celebrate mat's bday and the guy beside her was so nice so man which he actually bought her a small cupcake and wrote her a short, simple but meaningful letter. Awwwwww any girls will love it. But then mat don't like it. -.- she is not a gal..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/SiyCjz4wBXI/AAAAAAAACWQ/wnLuuFsfTlU/s1600-h/Photo0179.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/SiyCjz4wBXI/AAAAAAAACWQ/wnLuuFsfTlU/s320/Photo0179.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344790409517204850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At suntec city de donkey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/SiyCjeXIoQI/AAAAAAAACWI/zEStx6slYSg/s1600-h/Photo0185.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/SiyCjeXIoQI/AAAAAAAACWI/zEStx6slYSg/s320/Photo0185.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344790403739066626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/SiyCjFVPRTI/AAAAAAAACWA/J-liZt1nOZw/s1600-h/Photo0184.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/SiyCjFVPRTI/AAAAAAAACWA/J-liZt1nOZw/s320/Photo0184.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344790397020226866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He covered my pimple which he kept on laughing at it.. wth..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/SiyCi4j7G_I/AAAAAAAACV4/nAiiAsl5sGo/s1600-h/Photo0183.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/SiyCi4j7G_I/AAAAAAAACV4/nAiiAsl5sGo/s320/Photo0183.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344790393592159218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wahaha and our contrast and his super yaya bin face.. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/SiyCinsYG_I/AAAAAAAACVw/emcaYZvtR4E/s1600-h/Photo0182.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/SiyCinsYG_I/AAAAAAAACVw/emcaYZvtR4E/s320/Photo0182.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344790389064211442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;On the lighter side, donkey told me something which touches me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I know you sacrifice a lot for me. You sacrifice your time, your pride, your work and now even your....... I know you had done a lot for me and though I didn't show or express it but you should be smart enough to know that you meant a lot to me now. I know I am an evil and bad gf  who always hurt you but still, you don't mind sacrificing for me. Thank you my best boyfriend :)&lt;br /&gt;And I admit that from all your actions, it is true that you love me more than I love you. But still I love you more than last time ok? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2564448504247943786-6689855020704326868?l=pinkeyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkeyy.blogspot.com/feeds/6689855020704326868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564448504247943786&amp;postID=6689855020704326868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564448504247943786/posts/default/6689855020704326868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564448504247943786/posts/default/6689855020704326868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkeyy.blogspot.com/2009/06/weekend-was-spent-with-my-crow-voice.html' title=''/><author><name>pinky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/SiyCjz4wBXI/AAAAAAAACWQ/wnLuuFsfTlU/s72-c/Photo0179.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564448504247943786.post-5683620249058896602</id><published>2009-06-05T11:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T11:36:51.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Things are getting tougher these few days.&lt;br /&gt;I don't denied the problem lies with me but he just don't understand what went wrong. I hate being the bad one....&lt;br /&gt;I admit I always give up things easily. I don't know how long can it go this time. But I hope I can give in and not give up this time round. Haiz I think I had a bad combination of genes. A bad tempered and a hormone imbalance woman. argh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday dinner with donkey after work suck big time. The most yucky duck noodle I ever had at toa payoh. Alien and monster after that at eng wah. It was my first time watching there and it was great although its a bit old. I was suggesting next time round we could easily go for movie marathon for 1 ticket price because the theaters were situated very close to each other and we can hop in and out w/o people knowing. The best part was that the cinema had this couple sofa seat which wasn't meant for us but aiya, since nobody occupy it so we sat there. Amazing experience watching movie in the theater on the sofa haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If baby u are reading now, I don't like what you are doing :(  and i hate the things that had been happening to us the past nights. it sucks..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2564448504247943786-5683620249058896602?l=pinkeyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkeyy.blogspot.com/feeds/5683620249058896602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564448504247943786&amp;postID=5683620249058896602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564448504247943786/posts/default/5683620249058896602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564448504247943786/posts/default/5683620249058896602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkeyy.blogspot.com/2009/06/things-are-getting-tougher-these-few.html' title=''/><author><name>pinky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564448504247943786.post-1941420448778975498</id><published>2009-06-03T13:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T14:13:04.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;On MC today due to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;don't-know-what-virus&lt;/span&gt; when i didn't even take strepsil.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe is I weak because I can't take what act tough told me yesterday evening? I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;Luckily after work I was out with khadijah so that we can talk talk talk whatever had happened to us for the past few days. I was supposed to be the one who shop but instead, it was her and I went home empty handed but except with the sore throat and fever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home and found myself more jialat with the stupid throat and by then, I think I had hormones imbalance because I kept thinking that donkey don't give a damn to what had happened to me and still went for tutoring and home sweet home. And after his tuition he didn't call me or visit me and when he finally called me at around 11pm, he kept on wanting to put down his phone. I called him again and he didn't pick up. Luckily at that point of time I had my bronto. My beloved bronTo who call herself a princess who don't run for the bus -_- thanks Ah To&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I wronged him cos he was already in the cab to my place when he called me. Sorry donkey. I was the bad gf who msg you hurtful stuff time and again and though you are hurt, you still love me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The 2 hours you spent to take care of me was the best thing that had happened to me. Sorry I empty talk :( that's because I love you  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had class today and I think I would want to go because the lecturer was funny. haha.. and anybody got any full time job for me? :)&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/2564448504247943786-1941420448778975498?l=pinkeyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkeyy.blogspot.com/feeds/1941420448778975498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564448504247943786&amp;postID=1941420448778975498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564448504247943786/posts/default/1941420448778975498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564448504247943786/posts/default/1941420448778975498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkeyy.blogspot.com/2009/06/on-mc-today-due-to-dont-know-what-virus.html' title=''/><author><name>pinky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564448504247943786.post-6486359599306485491</id><published>2009-06-01T11:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T23:09:20.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just back from school and the teacher was great. He was understanding that we were all tired and released us early but I still got home late due to the bus.&lt;br /&gt;Baby was back yesterday. He should be tired after his flight but surprisingly he took the effort to go out with me for a movie and a dinner after he landed. Small little things like these would make me get easily contented nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He bought me many stuff compared to his family and i was sort of feeling bad.&lt;br /&gt;These were the things he bought for me excluding my family de.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/SiPr3iWZFEI/AAAAAAAACVA/OSnm7hek2lY/s1600-h/Photo0165.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/SiPr3iWZFEI/AAAAAAAACVA/OSnm7hek2lY/s320/Photo0165.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342372922337596482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This hp keychain was very meaningful. Another half of the Lao Puo is with him :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/SiPr44qgPXI/AAAAAAAACVg/f3LgR0lsYVw/s1600-h/Photo0168.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/SiPr44qgPXI/AAAAAAAACVg/f3LgR0lsYVw/s320/Photo0168.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342372945507401074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bouquet of malt sugar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/SiPr4gpHSEI/AAAAAAAACVY/-0ceoxIDx7g/s1600-h/Photo0159.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/SiPr4gpHSEI/AAAAAAAACVY/-0ceoxIDx7g/s320/Photo0159.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342372939059120194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 'dirty' chocolates.. tsktsktsk..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/SiPr4bx_6fI/AAAAAAAACVQ/archsj_58kI/s1600-h/Photo0161.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/SiPr4bx_6fI/AAAAAAAACVQ/archsj_58kI/s320/Photo0161.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342372937754208754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he bought this cute couple tee shirt. He asked me whether would I wear. Why not? I thought on the contrary, it would be the guy that would not be wear it on the street. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/SiPr3-WE9VI/AAAAAAAACVI/j47CWD6dVK0/s1600-h/Photo0166.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/SiPr3-WE9VI/AAAAAAAACVI/j47CWD6dVK0/s320/Photo0166.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342372929852470610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this the most cos I asked him to buy the real stuff for me before going to taiwan and look what he bought when he was back. haha the look alike but the inside was not the kotex but it was candy floss.. Wo she bu de eat..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/SiPq0QzjZHI/AAAAAAAACU4/AJb9_NysOog/s1600-h/Photo0163.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/SiPq0QzjZHI/AAAAAAAACU4/AJb9_NysOog/s320/Photo0163.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342371766576833650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy or rather the black donkey had become darker when he came back and I almost can't recognized him at the airport. I had to spot his friends first then could I spot him -_-&lt;br /&gt;So he was trying to see the contrast by giving a big smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/SiPqZ5fEs6I/AAAAAAAACUw/DBGtvhrPUC8/s1600-h/DSC00840%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/SiPqZ5fEs6I/AAAAAAAACUw/DBGtvhrPUC8/s320/DSC00840%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342371313640321954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And yes, he said that he didnt know that all the while he has a set of very white teeth.. hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/SiPuCgJnDaI/AAAAAAAACVo/PeQMVdsxW0A/s1600-h/DSC00841%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/SiPuCgJnDaI/AAAAAAAACVo/PeQMVdsxW0A/s320/DSC00841%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342375309748932002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Things do change. This time round, we learnt a lot through the separation. Or should I say only I had learnt a lot. I dunno. But from this, I definitely don't denied that things around us didn't changed at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2564448504247943786-6486359599306485491?l=pinkeyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkeyy.blogspot.com/feeds/6486359599306485491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564448504247943786&amp;postID=6486359599306485491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564448504247943786/posts/default/6486359599306485491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564448504247943786/posts/default/6486359599306485491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkeyy.blogspot.com/2009/05/just-back-from-school-and-teacher-was.html' title=''/><author><name>pinky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/SiPr3iWZFEI/AAAAAAAACVA/OSnm7hek2lY/s72-c/Photo0165.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564448504247943786.post-482229201727143389</id><published>2009-05-28T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T00:15:44.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And so, I finally get to hear baby's voice after 3 days of miss call. I am weak cos I feel like listening to his voice and he had to call me. But after hearing his voice I miss him more :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, I don't feel like studying. Its depressing when u see the notes and you don't understand them after going through the pages times and again.&lt;br /&gt;I thought it will be better or encouraging to test myself the ones that I thought I had understood. But I realised I was wrong. Is either I don't remember that page exist or I just plainly forgotten what I had read. Sucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blame it on my english or my understanding skill. I hope I can pass jiu hao.&lt;br /&gt;But the thoughts of donkey makes me not that stress anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another 3.5 more days. :(&lt;br /&gt;Nobody ever love waiting... Neither do I. But I guess its worth the wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2564448504247943786-482229201727143389?l=pinkeyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkeyy.blogspot.com/feeds/482229201727143389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564448504247943786&amp;postID=482229201727143389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564448504247943786/posts/default/482229201727143389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564448504247943786/posts/default/482229201727143389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkeyy.blogspot.com/2009/05/and-so-i-finally-get-to-hear-babys.html' title=''/><author><name>pinky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564448504247943786.post-2750274130197111272</id><published>2009-05-27T18:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T19:19:56.165+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I should be studying now. I still got plenty of tough chapters to read and understand because I skipped lectures and now most of the pages look foreign to me. Exactly in 48 hours I am going to take my first exam after 5 yrs -.-&lt;br /&gt;I tell myself not to fear or panic as I had gone through the worst for O level and I almost get shit out of my pants during those days.&lt;br /&gt;48hours - 8 hours x2 (sleeping hours) - 4 hours of watching tv and bathing and eating and im left with = approximately 28 hours?&lt;br /&gt;28 hours seem rather satisfying for me to cover half of my thick book. But I haven't finish my lab assignment. omg I need more time. Rather than waste time to find faults on donkey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to work on Monday and everyone was asking why didn't he bring me along?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the worst.. by BEN LAU&lt;br /&gt;B: aayeee why are you here? you shouldn't be here ba. Never go with him arh? Then I -__-&lt;br /&gt;B: You been to taiwan not?&lt;br /&gt;me: NO&lt;br /&gt;B: Then you know how many pretty babes over there not?&lt;br /&gt;Me: KNS. (I really say that to him.. argh)&lt;br /&gt;Me: Is the international call expensive?&lt;br /&gt;B: got cheap one. Ni wan dan liao lah he is enjoying himself.&lt;br /&gt;Then he laughed HOHOHO and i can see his dental floss eyes. tmd.&lt;br /&gt;KNS.. i walked off and went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday bronto said he go and find bi lang mei there. Then mp told me spore have no bi lang ge for me to find and she offered me her international call card. But donkey bill will be expensive though it will be free for me and I am not plastic like her so I didn't take in the end. :(&lt;br /&gt;As I had a muscle sprain on my leg cum butt, the dr gave me 2 days mc which was just nice for me to study. But how to finish in 4 days with.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.........THIS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/Sh0eKZeXuKI/AAAAAAAACT4/ZFx-CzuL2fU/s1600-h/DSC00838%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/Sh0eKZeXuKI/AAAAAAAACT4/ZFx-CzuL2fU/s320/DSC00838%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340457897117071522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, I am glad I no need to go to work this week because I don't want people to ask me why I didn't go with donkey :&lt;br /&gt;And on Monday act tough was rather nice to me though. She tried talking to me about my exam and schooling and she reminded me of donkey. The only day I find that she is good :)&lt;br /&gt;And the stupid bronto purposely give me see DE SILVIA JUSTIN IGNATIUS chop. woooooo I miss him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And my mum cooked this yesterday. Pork muscle. Thats the only part I find the taste acceptable beside pig trotters. And my mum bought specially for me.&lt;br /&gt;But well, in the end i didn't eat when i cut it into 2 because it remind me of the muscles I read in my notes earlier in the afternoon. The actin filaments with the myosin filaments how they "glide" pass each other to make movement. Those are the strands you see inside the muscle. yucks. I guess something is wronged with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/Sh0eKISHfRI/AAAAAAAACTw/c6bKvOxytaA/s1600-h/DSC00836%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/Sh0eKISHfRI/AAAAAAAACTw/c6bKvOxytaA/s320/DSC00836%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340457892502273298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ok I am going to continue my studies with my eeyore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/Sh0eJz1voaI/AAAAAAAACTo/7dnXt2O8eoM/s1600-h/DSC00835%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/Sh0eJz1voaI/AAAAAAAACTo/7dnXt2O8eoM/s320/DSC00835%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340457887014560162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/Sh0eJlw1usI/AAAAAAAACTg/Z291SSeaWww/s1600-h/DSC00834%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/Sh0eJlw1usI/AAAAAAAACTg/Z291SSeaWww/s320/DSC00834%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340457883235891906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I admit that what Ben Lau said did bring an impact on me and I started thinking a lot.&lt;br /&gt;And when yesterday he didn't miss call me at 1am, I started my nonsense again. I woke up at 4am and msg him. After a long wait, I finally get many of his calls but...... i do not want to pick up.. He told me that since 12am he had been trying to call me and wanted to talk to me but the reception was bad. I said many hurtful stuff in that msg. I wronged him. He had been trying his best for the past 4 hours to call me and didn't sleep. What I said made him couldn't sleep and he had to take piriton to sleep. I am guilty. Sorry baby..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2564448504247943786-2750274130197111272?l=pinkeyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkeyy.blogspot.com/feeds/2750274130197111272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564448504247943786&amp;postID=2750274130197111272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564448504247943786/posts/default/2750274130197111272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564448504247943786/posts/default/2750274130197111272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkeyy.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-should-be-studying-now.html' title=''/><author><name>pinky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/Sh0eKZeXuKI/AAAAAAAACT4/ZFx-CzuL2fU/s72-c/DSC00838%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564448504247943786.post-2491447167208004376</id><published>2009-05-24T12:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T14:01:01.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;NEW URL!! HEHEHE!!&lt;br /&gt;WITH A NEW TAGBOARD!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes his gone. Gone to taiwan happily with his friends..&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly got this weird feeling again where I didn't experience it before.&lt;br /&gt;Don't feel like studying though exam is only barely 5 days away.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday spend the day at his house, thomsom plaza and town to get his essentials for his trip. He bought new DDDDiku and cut his hair and I told him I suspected he wanted to get close to the taiwan babes over there. haha ok just kidding cos i know he wouldn't dare. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for today, I send him to the airport and its so early that i had to ask my dad to fetch me to Bishan to take cab with him because the first bus was 6+am and got to reach Bishan at 6am. As usual the cheapo me wont take cab to waste money as they got midnight charge still. haha woke up at 5am and came home at around 9am and sleep till now, 12pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby if you reading now, remember to help your mum to buy home the stuff that I had msg you cos she just called me to call you to buy but international call is expensive. Neither of us would want to waste the money for the international calls. haha so emailing or facebooking or communicating by blog is a better way. haha but shall see whether both of us can tahan 7 long days not to talk to each other not. haha see who will win ya? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just had this dream just now, eh nightmare i supposed. I am perspiring now due to that. I dreamt that donkey miss me too much and he was supposed to be in spore for his transit and he came out from the DFS and he was caught by the immigrants and he was handcuffed (because in the dream he wasn't supposed to leave the check in point). I dunno what weird dream it was and he attempted to escape again and told me to wait for me outside the DFS haha.. And we managed to run away. In the end we took bus home and we were busy kissing and a stupid man video us and threatened us with the video that he would report to the police. HAHA WHAT A STUPID BUT SCARY DREAM!!&lt;br /&gt;Maybe just now at the airport I saw too many officers or those "police" -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i will hug my eeyore and makes him study with me for the rest of the 4 days.&lt;br /&gt;I miss donkey loads.&lt;br /&gt;But maybe he is having lots of fun over there. wahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;Alright tmr another boring day. At least i gt bronto in the morning and family dinner at night.&lt;br /&gt;Going to warehouse sale to buy my study chair which donkey didnt buy for me the other time round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my donkeyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy&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/2564448504247943786-2491447167208004376?l=pinkeyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkeyy.blogspot.com/feeds/2491447167208004376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564448504247943786&amp;postID=2491447167208004376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564448504247943786/posts/default/2491447167208004376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564448504247943786/posts/default/2491447167208004376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkeyy.blogspot.com/2009/05/and-yes-his-gone.html' title=''/><author><name>pinky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564448504247943786.post-500613176324410500</id><published>2009-05-20T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T10:22:52.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Haha my mrs bronto was telling me she couldn't open my new blog. Tsktsktsk im movING not movED. haha its high time now to laugh at her english. opps&lt;br /&gt;I will be changing my url on this Sunday the 24th, where donkey leave spore :(&lt;br /&gt;Its PINkY+donKEY= PINKEYY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am stressed with my up coming exam next week and I don't know a lot of stuff. Who can teach me next week? What Nernst equation, diffusion potential, electrogenic, NA+K+ATPase pump... chicken babi. I don't know how this shit and I had to hand in my worksheet with my understanding from the lab but I do not know what the lab was teaching.&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for exam to be over or rather, 4 years to end now.&lt;br /&gt;eeeeeee i hate school.........school sucks.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I shouldn't be saying that my bf is weak but...&lt;br /&gt;I am not a understanding gf if you think I am.&lt;br /&gt;Because I know I wasn't from the start, and in the future, I won't be the understanding one either.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry dear..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24thhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh....&lt;br /&gt;I dreaded...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2564448504247943786-500613176324410500?l=pinkeyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkeyy.blogspot.com/feeds/500613176324410500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564448504247943786&amp;postID=500613176324410500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564448504247943786/posts/default/500613176324410500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564448504247943786/posts/default/500613176324410500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkeyy.blogspot.com/2009/05/haha-my-mrs-bronto-was-telling-me-she.html' title=''/><author><name>pinky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564448504247943786.post-2669399140948057467</id><published>2009-05-20T22:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T22:40:30.888+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pinkeyy.blogspot.com/"&gt;MOVING to &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pinkeyy.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.pinkeyy.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2564448504247943786-2669399140948057467?l=pinkeyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkeyy.blogspot.com/feeds/2669399140948057467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564448504247943786&amp;postID=2669399140948057467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564448504247943786/posts/default/2669399140948057467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564448504247943786/posts/default/2669399140948057467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkeyy.blogspot.com/2009/05/moving-to-www.html' title=''/><author><name>pinky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564448504247943786.post-8348455572852278941</id><published>2009-05-20T01:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T02:02:59.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's 1.30am in the morning and i finish my revision questions for Thursday quiz. I still got lab quiz yet to be done :(&lt;br /&gt;Pretty stressed up because I can't catch up with the pace in school and next wk is exam already.&lt;br /&gt;But at this stress f-ed up moment, thank god I still got time to joke with my friend and I had a good laugh with some funny names we came out with for our individual children names. I was suggesting dubrey and dudrey and he said that it was dumb and many children will be laughing at my children name. Ok i will work this out because donkey wants both our son and daughter to have D in front.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A critical moment like now, I need a good laugh. As usual donkey is asleep. Somehow or rather I feel that our time is very different ever since I start school. I am the nocturnal creature and he gets tired at the end of the day. So almost 1/4 of my day was left alone, like, right now.&lt;br /&gt;But on the lighter end, I have time a little and secret time for myself where no one knows what I will be doing including donkey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow or rather i miss the dream I had last night.. :) am i one? I dunno.... Bronto was saying that I dirty and haha wat if I am not and my true color is the one in my dream. Alright I think too much. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next module timetable was out. For now it LOOKS better than my current module except that every Saturday is a 4 hrs lectures and my monthsary with donkey clashed for consecutively 2 months. :( For almost 1 month wkdays I have no class. :D&lt;br /&gt;4 yrs....................................... 23 modules.................................. not even 1 module I had finished :(&lt;br /&gt;I hope i survived and donkey too...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2564448504247943786-8348455572852278941?l=pinkeyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkeyy.blogspot.com/feeds/8348455572852278941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564448504247943786&amp;postID=8348455572852278941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564448504247943786/posts/default/8348455572852278941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564448504247943786/posts/default/8348455572852278941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkeyy.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-1.html' title=''/><author><name>pinky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564448504247943786.post-6840177840320618890</id><published>2009-05-19T00:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T01:03:39.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My donkey is going to taiwan for 1 week.&lt;br /&gt;I not used to being alone after he stepping into my life for 7 months.&lt;br /&gt;Mo mo ren seems happy lor and I guess I will make myself busy for that week.&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;Finally i can experience how girls feel when their army bf can only book out during weekend :(&lt;br /&gt;:'(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2564448504247943786-6840177840320618890?l=pinkeyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkeyy.blogspot.com/feeds/6840177840320618890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564448504247943786&amp;postID=6840177840320618890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564448504247943786/posts/default/6840177840320618890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564448504247943786/posts/default/6840177840320618890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkeyy.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-donkey-is-going-to-taiwan-for-1-week.html' title=''/><author><name>pinky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564448504247943786.post-5474770749912653683</id><published>2009-05-19T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T00:51:17.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just handed in my lab report and I guess it's sucky because up till now I still dunno what were we doing for that lab. Had been rushing out report for the past few days and my mood wasn't that good. But despite having to hand in on Monday and I had not finish on Sunday, I still went out to spend time with dear yesterday as it was our 7th monthsary.&lt;br /&gt;So last night stay up till around 4am to finish that shitty report. Finally, I had the time to blog and relax on my bed and not thinking of my studies when my exam was just next wk -.-&lt;br /&gt;and that donkey of mine, should be snoring away by now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 month by 1 month past, I just couldn't get enough of him. Although sometimes we made each other sad, at the end of the day, somehow or rather, we would make each other smile again :)&lt;br /&gt;We would harvest LOVE if what we had gone through is real love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time donkey says want to come my house to teach me, we end up doing something else instead of studying. Therefore, your tutor can never be your lover. haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/ShGKeiW_oaI/AAAAAAAACTM/6gQtGkqe99E/s1600-h/DSC00812.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/ShGKeiW_oaI/AAAAAAAACTM/6gQtGkqe99E/s320/DSC00812.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337199290634707362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shall let the pictures do all the talking to sum up our 7 7 7 7 7 7 months :)&lt;br /&gt;I used to hate the idea of couple tee and donkey had always wanted a couple tee.. so last wk bought 2 similar green batman tee for us :)&lt;br /&gt;Donkey knows me too well and he brought a jacket for me afraid that I would be paiseh walking in the crowd. hehe.. initially yes but........&lt;br /&gt;......... no lor, when love comes into the picture, there won't be any paiseh bu paiseh de.&lt;br /&gt;because, I've recalled what he had told me: With you, I had no pride because you are my biggest pride. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/ShGKefpaa1I/AAAAAAAACTE/BZlk0mcea7M/s1600-h/DSC00816.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/ShGKefpaa1I/AAAAAAAACTE/BZlk0mcea7M/s320/DSC00816.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337199289906654034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The super smile that he would give me when he just F _ R _ :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/ShGKeN1xVAI/AAAAAAAACS8/QaRpvbTGhSY/s1600-h/DSC00821.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/ShGKeN1xVAI/AAAAAAAACS8/QaRpvbTGhSY/s320/DSC00821.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337199285126648834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/ShGKdwd78RI/AAAAAAAACS0/GT1wR7jrv7k/s1600-h/DSC00820.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/ShGKdwd78RI/AAAAAAAACS0/GT1wR7jrv7k/s320/DSC00820.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337199277242052882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brought donkey to Botanic Gardens for something new :)&lt;br /&gt;Maybe he will know that grass is better than hay..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/ShGKdjstjpI/AAAAAAAACSs/nY86pEtzMk8/s1600-h/DSC00822.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/ShGKdjstjpI/AAAAAAAACSs/nY86pEtzMk8/s320/DSC00822.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337199273814363794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop aiming and say my donkey tummy. I love his tummly fatty tummy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/ShGJ2X6qM8I/AAAAAAAACSk/CkkQYwGrPME/s1600-h/DSC00823.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/ShGJ2X6qM8I/AAAAAAAACSk/CkkQYwGrPME/s320/DSC00823.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337198600636740546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/ShGJ2NMm_8I/AAAAAAAACSc/VsuZu8ktkQw/s1600-h/DSC00824.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/ShGJ2NMm_8I/AAAAAAAACSc/VsuZu8ktkQw/s320/DSC00824.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337198597759238082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hard Rock Cafe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/ShGJ1zIN0RI/AAAAAAAACSU/5l4Ignu2xuU/s1600-h/DSC00825.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/ShGJ1zIN0RI/AAAAAAAACSU/5l4Ignu2xuU/s320/DSC00825.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337198590761488658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/ShGJ1ln2hUI/AAAAAAAACSM/gDPkAhEhnUw/s1600-h/DSC00826.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/ShGJ1ln2hUI/AAAAAAAACSM/gDPkAhEhnUw/s320/DSC00826.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337198587136083266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/ShGJ1TWovhI/AAAAAAAACSE/5vMvKvmlcgk/s1600-h/DSC00827.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/ShGJ1TWovhI/AAAAAAAACSE/5vMvKvmlcgk/s320/DSC00827.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337198582232038930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/ShGJY6kVqtI/AAAAAAAACR8/aJsLq2Nfc8Q/s1600-h/DSC00828.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/ShGJY6kVqtI/AAAAAAAACR8/aJsLq2Nfc8Q/s320/DSC00828.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337198094542285522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esplanade got this nice chocolate shop whereby the menu are all chocolate sweeties..... I love chocolate because it made me happy. Dear+Chocolate is the best combi =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/ShGJYt43y3I/AAAAAAAACR0/BtINcJhGa-4/s1600-h/DSC00829.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/ShGJYt43y3I/AAAAAAAACR0/BtINcJhGa-4/s320/DSC00829.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337198091138747250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I was smiling and trying to tell donkey hurry up lah.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/ShGJYaPyFsI/AAAAAAAACRs/CTsc6tM42Yg/s1600-h/DSC00831.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/ShGJYaPyFsI/AAAAAAAACRs/CTsc6tM42Yg/s320/DSC00831.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337198085866133186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/ShGJYXSYmvI/AAAAAAAACRk/r-L4vGAkuQI/s1600-h/DSC00830.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/ShGJYXSYmvI/AAAAAAAACRk/r-L4vGAkuQI/s320/DSC00830.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337198085071739634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/ShGJYB141XI/AAAAAAAACRc/wzG6_TvahFE/s1600-h/DSC00833.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/ShGJYB141XI/AAAAAAAACRc/wzG6_TvahFE/s320/DSC00833.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337198079315072370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be waiting for Sept 12, our jungle plan.&lt;br /&gt;I cant wait for you to drive me around when you have our car when you pass driving :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2564448504247943786-5474770749912653683?l=pinkeyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkeyy.blogspot.com/feeds/5474770749912653683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564448504247943786&amp;postID=5474770749912653683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564448504247943786/posts/default/5474770749912653683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564448504247943786/posts/default/5474770749912653683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkeyy.blogspot.com/2009/05/just-handed-in-my-lab-report-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>pinky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/ShGKeiW_oaI/AAAAAAAACTM/6gQtGkqe99E/s72-c/DSC00812.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564448504247943786.post-1055859502125407170</id><published>2009-05-10T10:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T11:06:47.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Have a slept with a cockroach? And worst still, a flying one? It was damn gross!!!! Last 2 night I had this stupid flying cockroach crawling around my neck and my face and I thought it was a dream and I tried to go back to sleep. But wth it was real lah and i grabbed that stupid thing and threw it aside and jumped out of my bed. Eeyore said that it was because of the sharp "thorn" at the cockroach legs that woke me up. Freaking yucky can!!!  Now I got phobia in sleeping on my own bed -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday as promised we went out. Was having our nice lunch at burger king and i saw this head that popped out from the door and it was jun guang and i saw fel too. hehe weeeee the world is so so so small :)&lt;br /&gt;Went to the new mall Iluma at Bugis. Nothing much and we  caught the movie Star Trek. As usual guys being guys will love the space, the craft etc. But for me, after watching the show, I can be 101% sure I am not a male. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Its my baby Eeyore's favourite Transformer!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/SgY5w55oP0I/AAAAAAAACPM/yYdQr9Wdyxw/s1600-h/DSC00786.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/SgY5w55oP0I/AAAAAAAACPM/yYdQr9Wdyxw/s320/DSC00786.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334014321005969218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/SgY5wmwExxI/AAAAAAAACPE/ZHLQRNjSOCM/s1600-h/DSC00785.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/SgY5wmwExxI/AAAAAAAACPE/ZHLQRNjSOCM/s320/DSC00785.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334014315865622290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had 2 hours before the show start. Bought this little Eeyore which was so cute that he wasn't happy that I keep on taking photos with it. Its a little expensive but I think the design was cute. The Eeyore has his own sleeping shoes :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/SgY5xgYxiPI/AAAAAAAACPk/O9BDGhpI26E/s1600-h/DSC00789.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/SgY5xgYxiPI/AAAAAAAACPk/O9BDGhpI26E/s320/DSC00789.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334014331337148658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/SgY5xcW-3bI/AAAAAAAACPc/QPcGUE-gJX0/s1600-h/DSC00788.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/SgY5xcW-3bI/AAAAAAAACPc/QPcGUE-gJX0/s320/DSC00788.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334014330255891890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/SgY5wyBgZkI/AAAAAAAACPU/UKqM5l76-Q0/s1600-h/DSC00787.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/SgY5wyBgZkI/AAAAAAAACPU/UKqM5l76-Q0/s320/DSC00787.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334014318891525698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wasn't happy anymore :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/SgY6k1LvjjI/AAAAAAAACQM/YkHbe04EdGA/s1600-h/DSC00795.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/SgY6k1LvjjI/AAAAAAAACQM/YkHbe04EdGA/s320/DSC00795.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334015213092965938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I took with my Eeyore w/o him. Bleah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/SgY6kicZ89I/AAAAAAAACQE/iH8J4Tsy_dQ/s1600-h/DSC00794.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/SgY6kicZ89I/AAAAAAAACQE/iH8J4Tsy_dQ/s320/DSC00794.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334015208062579666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't that bad. I tried to take a picture w/o the eeyore. But haha mo mo ren still doesn't look happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/SgY6kRcxhSI/AAAAAAAACP8/k3i1kuFb_nk/s1600-h/DSC00793.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/SgY6kRcxhSI/AAAAAAAACP8/k3i1kuFb_nk/s320/DSC00793.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334015203500721442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The big eeyore still being not happy then might as well I take more pictures with my cute eeyore :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/SgY6kB9b-oI/AAAAAAAACP0/sqydnMenRdw/s1600-h/DSC00791.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/SgY6kB9b-oI/AAAAAAAACP0/sqydnMenRdw/s320/DSC00791.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334015199342754434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And I love this picture the most because both the small and big Eeyore can be seen clearly :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/SgY6j5G4rkI/AAAAAAAACPs/4eyTpwOsb2I/s1600-h/DSC00790.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/SgY6j5G4rkI/AAAAAAAACPs/4eyTpwOsb2I/s320/DSC00790.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334015196966465090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Isn't my Eeyore cute?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/SgY7AzusSKI/AAAAAAAACQ0/UA-P3vvwLmo/s1600-h/DSC00803.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/SgY7AzusSKI/AAAAAAAACQ0/UA-P3vvwLmo/s320/DSC00803.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334015693739018402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/SgY7Aq_zWCI/AAAAAAAACQs/8I4ng-SA7yM/s1600-h/DSC00802.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/SgY7Aq_zWCI/AAAAAAAACQs/8I4ng-SA7yM/s320/DSC00802.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334015691394865186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After dinner we head to Marina Barrage. Hohoho my close up and big baby donkey Eeyore face :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/SgY7AePwj2I/AAAAAAAACQk/yXgTlwpu8wk/s1600-h/DSC00801.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/SgY7AePwj2I/AAAAAAAACQk/yXgTlwpu8wk/s320/DSC00801.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334015687972130658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/SgY7AZGGQ3I/AAAAAAAACQc/A3QP0TdVz1g/s1600-h/DSC00798.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/SgY7AZGGQ3I/AAAAAAAACQc/A3QP0TdVz1g/s320/DSC00798.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334015686589432690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/SgY7ADeMnhI/AAAAAAAACQU/Uav8giISkXs/s1600-h/DSC00797.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/SgY7ADeMnhI/AAAAAAAACQU/Uav8giISkXs/s320/DSC00797.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334015680784932370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There wasn't anything nice down there and my temper wasn't good after waiting for the bus for so long. Sorry to mr.donkey Eeyore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/SgY7dnCnyDI/AAAAAAAACRU/zQ9OmsEQduQ/s1600-h/DSC00808.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/SgY7dnCnyDI/AAAAAAAACRU/zQ9OmsEQduQ/s320/DSC00808.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334016188549154866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/SgY7dSeiGYI/AAAAAAAACRM/MlSuBtOiKaU/s1600-h/DSC00807.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/SgY7dSeiGYI/AAAAAAAACRM/MlSuBtOiKaU/s320/DSC00807.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334016183029078402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/SgY7dRQKZ1I/AAAAAAAACRE/fJHwv8jNsaE/s1600-h/DSC00805.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/SgY7dRQKZ1I/AAAAAAAACRE/fJHwv8jNsaE/s320/DSC00805.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334016182700369746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/SgY7dIU0bOI/AAAAAAAACQ8/Gl7irT315Zw/s1600-h/DSC00804.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/SgY7dIU0bOI/AAAAAAAACQ8/Gl7irT315Zw/s320/DSC00804.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334016180303981794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was a long tiring day but with the small and big Eeyore I think its worth it.&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day, you, my baby, is the one I still love the most and please hug the Eeyore every night you sleep so that you can pass it back to me with your smell on it. Please do not  _ _ A _ on it because I don't wish to have a smelly Eeyore.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for giving in to my quick tempered and my frustration. I bet no other man in the world can tolerate my stinky behaviour :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2564448504247943786-1055859502125407170?l=pinkeyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkeyy.blogspot.com/feeds/1055859502125407170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564448504247943786&amp;postID=1055859502125407170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564448504247943786/posts/default/1055859502125407170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564448504247943786/posts/default/1055859502125407170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkeyy.blogspot.com/2009/05/have-slept-with-cockroach-and-worst.html' title=''/><author><name>pinky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/SgY5w55oP0I/AAAAAAAACPM/yYdQr9Wdyxw/s72-c/DSC00786.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564448504247943786.post-4349164801199060864</id><published>2009-05-08T11:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T11:33:43.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I survived last week, the week donkey was on on-call. It wasn't easy nor was it fun.&lt;br /&gt;Report was finally handed up and my friend was like telling me why was it that merely 4% we got so freaked out and spent our whole long weekend last week to come out with that 2 pages report. What to do? Our school fee expensive ma so no matter how our mouth say we are going to give up, at the end of the day its a norm to read up things that we don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our class are filled with smart ass ok. Take for instance our 25 questions multiple choice test. The highest was 23 and where am i? Eh ok lah still average. But the questions were so damn tricky lah and that smart ass get 23? And my friend get 22. And he told me he roll dice that day -.-&lt;br /&gt;I had been lagging behind with my studies. Lots of things to read up on because I can't understand that stupid lecturer who speaks to himself every lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend met up with mich and friends. Hoho so long didnt met up and wow, its good to hear how's everyone's life was. Horsemen suck big time. I catch no balls at all and its bloody. haha maybe only ray understood it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright that donkey of mine finally was "released" yesterday. He cancelled his tuition and thought that he could give me a surprised yesterday but damn, I got lesson and that stupid lecturer delay the lesson. But still, a short meet is better than nothing. Finally after a long 3 days of no huggings and very minimal conversations, I could finally find the urge to want to talk to him yesterday :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to go to work and another 3 hours of lecture. sian. But tomorrow will be a good day because donkey promises to bring me to shop after like we failed to shop during the Good Friday. Everyday is a hectic day for the both of us. So weekends will be the precious days :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2564448504247943786-4349164801199060864?l=pinkeyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkeyy.blogspot.com/feeds/4349164801199060864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564448504247943786&amp;postID=4349164801199060864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564448504247943786/posts/default/4349164801199060864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564448504247943786/posts/default/4349164801199060864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkeyy.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-survived-last-week-week-donkey-was-on.html' title=''/><author><name>pinky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564448504247943786.post-7168890715065624708</id><published>2009-04-30T14:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T15:08:18.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today will be the day baby start his on call :(&lt;br /&gt;I shall be nice and behave myself by not showing any attitudes or temper for this week :)&lt;br /&gt;I will endure the whole of one week by drowning myself with studies and rushing out report and worksheets. And not forgetting to show him my lub.&lt;br /&gt;Its not like I never been through the week that he got on call, it's just that I hate the calls keep coming in from nurses and doctor that he has to work out or find out a solution for them. Which is like 24 hours x 7 days. He can't get a proper sleep for one week and he got to rush out projects. I hope I am that busy too :)&lt;br /&gt;Thats the reason why I am getting upset with his job.&lt;br /&gt;Haha but then yet again, I shouldn't be the one complaining because he suffers more than me. Correct donkey?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swine flu is getting closer to Singapore. Singaporean as Singaporean will be as usual kiasu, kia lose or kia si so we will of course run to the pharmacy to buy mask. Agree? But another thing I saw is that, flu vaccines are running low or maybe out of stock? Today go to the clinic I saw everywhere got this flu vaccine posters: Flu vaccines are available here. For more, check with the doctors. And another clinic was packed with people wearing mask. I guess they are waiting to get the jab. -_-&lt;br /&gt;Our pharmacy should increase the price of the mask and flu vaccines.&lt;br /&gt;Workplace sucks big time.&lt;br /&gt;I am utterly disappointed that one can manipulate the another when I thought they can't be manipulated because we are close friends compared to just that one.&lt;br /&gt;Enough of my nagging. I decided to just work 4 hours everyday for maybe 4 years or much shorter without saying much there.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I dragged working.&lt;br /&gt;It's not easy to handle studies and work altogether.&lt;br /&gt;When family comes into the picture, I can't see anything that I should be happy of.&lt;br /&gt;When donkey comes into the picture, I can't see myself pouring everything out to him when he is stress and busy at work.&lt;br /&gt;So I can only pour my sadness to my blue, soft, not-so-smelly donkey on my bed and my bronto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still, I miss bronto and donkey :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2564448504247943786-7168890715065624708?l=pinkeyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkeyy.blogspot.com/feeds/7168890715065624708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564448504247943786&amp;postID=7168890715065624708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564448504247943786/posts/default/7168890715065624708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564448504247943786/posts/default/7168890715065624708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkeyy.blogspot.com/2009/04/today-will-be-day-baby-start-his-on.html' title=''/><author><name>pinky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564448504247943786.post-7244281361816638595</id><published>2009-04-26T15:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T15:46:01.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This wkend was a lousy one.&lt;br /&gt;Friday had dinner with colleagues after work and the whole of saturday I was lazing ard and doing nothing. And today I just realise that on Wednesday I have 4 quizzes which I haven't been revising. And almost half of the sunday had gone and I done nothing but eating and sleeping. So I gave up and decided to end my Sunday well with my sleeps and lying on my bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like the way how life is now :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2564448504247943786-7244281361816638595?l=pinkeyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkeyy.blogspot.com/feeds/7244281361816638595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564448504247943786&amp;postID=7244281361816638595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564448504247943786/posts/default/7244281361816638595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564448504247943786/posts/default/7244281361816638595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkeyy.blogspot.com/2009/04/this-wkend-was-lousy-one.html' title=''/><author><name>pinky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564448504247943786.post-2093170821363820760</id><published>2009-04-19T14:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T16:18:13.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I should be studying right now but I need someone to coach me so that I can understand faster. And since dear is working and had to attend his friend's sister wedding, I got nothing to read up on and so decided to blog and since because................  Alright I know I had lots of excuses in my mind to explain why ain't I studying. But nvm, I believe xiu xi si zou gen yuan de lu =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 months just passed in a wink. It seems like we known each other for many years. Maybe because we have been seeing each other almost everyday :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a memorable day yesterday as he had all planned for our monthsary despite his busy schedule. Somehow or rather, memories of September 12 flowed back. Something that was different was that this time, he came to my house to bring me out and I had to guess where we were heading next.&lt;br /&gt;First stop was surprisingly Kart World which is around Jurong Superbowl. Haha the smarty me, had already saw the sign when we walked a few miles after alighting from the bus. Hohohohoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The experience was scary but it left an indelible mark in my mind because it was my first time experiencing how it was like to be a Formula 1 race driver but far from it of course.&lt;br /&gt;But on the track itself there were lots of pro drivers who were so much younger than me. They were so fast that my 1 lap was equivalent to their 3 laps. -_-&lt;br /&gt;Baby was of course faster than me too because he has much more experience driving on the road due to his weekly dose of driving lesson. For the sole reason why he brought me there was because he wanted me to experience how it was like to drive on the road, ehhh but in a more dangerous way.&lt;br /&gt;As for the cost of this experience, it was damn costly. 1 minute on the track is $4 and as a standard rate, 10 minutes of racing cost $40. And it cost us $80 for 10 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;I was grateful that he is willing to pay so much for my first experience on the road :)&lt;br /&gt;But sadly, we didn't take any pictures there because I guess I were too anxious to get started on the track. hehe ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Jurong we traveled back to Kallang leisure park as he wanted to watch Taken. Best show I had watched so far since the start of the year except for their British accent. He followed his plan and wanted to bring me to Cosy Bay but was closed down. So we had our dinner at Waterfront stadium, Brewerks. The service was lan lan lan lan lan till the core by this stupid girl who look like an aunty. Baby said that because they don't charge service so they can provide any service they like. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half a yr for us had passed, we laughed, we cried, we learnt from one another. Will the next half a yr be the same or a better one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I love you donkey. It is the best 6 months of my life that I enjoyed. thanks donkey :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2564448504247943786-2093170821363820760?l=pinkeyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkeyy.blogspot.com/feeds/2093170821363820760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564448504247943786&amp;postID=2093170821363820760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564448504247943786/posts/default/2093170821363820760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564448504247943786/posts/default/2093170821363820760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkeyy.blogspot.com/2009/04/6-months-just-passed-in-wink.html' title=''/><author><name>pinky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564448504247943786.post-2923783343640920759</id><published>2009-04-14T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T00:16:51.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The greatest moment in life is that you are able to spend time with ur love ones.&lt;br /&gt;I had a long weekend and holiday last week and am getting back on track with both work and studies.&lt;br /&gt;I realised that life is rather restrict because I had less time for friends. Turning down many friends. I realised I am no super woman. I only can mingle work and studies for now. Friends, forget me not :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of events took place last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;1) Donkey was down with a flu. And my shopping plan somehow didn't work out on Friday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;2) Nevertheless, had supper with bronto prawn and donkey at bedok 85. I like :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;3) Had donkey in the morning and was with his company of friends in the afternoon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;4) Caught 2 movies during the weekend. Knowing and Fast And Furious. eh.. don't catch it unless really necessary. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;5) Me getting stress up with studies. Maybe for nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Just finish a multiple choice test a week after school started ._. it should be easy with all those multiple choice but its not like primary or secondary school multiple choice. Its tough, tricky, long, had those &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;squeeze-my-brain-juice-out&lt;/span&gt; questions, etc.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Therefore, MULTIPLE CHOICE TEST SUCKS BIG TIME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;On the lighter end, I find a little peace at work because ugly scenes seems a little oblivious to me. The big huuuuhaaa at work doesn't concern with me at all. alright maybe not all, but at least I had reason for not knowing. Just realized that the reduced amount of money I get for part time is more worth it than being a full time there. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Another class for me today. Wasn't happy the whole day until just now. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Today, Donut Factory finally means something to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Am sorry about how I behave just now but yet again, you show me that you didn't mind me for "throwing temper" at you when I did wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Sacrifice was made by you, once again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And yet once again, I am not doing anything or making sacrifices.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Love make the world goes round. But for me, love means the whole world to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thanks my dear :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You are the world. At least, to me :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2564448504247943786-2923783343640920759?l=pinkeyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkeyy.blogspot.com/feeds/2923783343640920759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564448504247943786&amp;postID=2923783343640920759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564448504247943786/posts/default/2923783343640920759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564448504247943786/posts/default/2923783343640920759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkeyy.blogspot.com/2009/04/greatest-moment-in-life-is-that-you-are.html' title=''/><author><name>pinky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564448504247943786.post-8232797773565272108</id><published>2009-04-06T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T20:45:03.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just finish appraisal and i stayed for 2 hrs just to complete it. As usual that donkey is always busy at work just now and and and.................... haha never mind...&lt;br /&gt;Am tired and i yet to read my notes. Don't feel like studying and I only hope for Friday to come faster because Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday are schooling days. And Friday I can shop with donkey but he said he is going to test me first and since he is staying over, then he said that he will test me throughout the night. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dread. I dread for school.&lt;br /&gt;I feel stupid when I don't know anything when I am reading the notes.&lt;br /&gt;I feel stupid after spending a long time to study and when donkey test me, I don't know the answer.&lt;br /&gt;Can 4 year be tomorrow? And when I woke up tomorrow, it would be my graduation in PSB!!!! =D&lt;br /&gt;haha but nevertheless, I will complete my 4 years no matter how hard it will get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of the sad things.&lt;br /&gt;Happy things instead :)&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday had some catch up with khad. And I think when she told me not to post these pictures in my blog, I suddenly got the urge to purposely post here because I realized I hadn't been putting pictures lately which have nothing but words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need some pictures to spice things up though :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/Sdn3PkYjKvI/AAAAAAAACO8/sJtxwZUJRZo/s1600-h/Photo0135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/Sdn3PkYjKvI/AAAAAAAACO8/sJtxwZUJRZo/s320/Photo0135.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321556281551694578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/Sdn3PIMEoYI/AAAAAAAACO0/Ogh8Vvd1E9Q/s1600-h/Photo0127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/Sdn3PIMEoYI/AAAAAAAACO0/Ogh8Vvd1E9Q/s320/Photo0127.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321556273983168898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh the face that donkey has influenced me to make every now and then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/Sdn3O-0JY9I/AAAAAAAACOs/jPhJnH4-jNw/s1600-h/Photo0123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/Sdn3O-0JY9I/AAAAAAAACOs/jPhJnH4-jNw/s320/Photo0123.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321556271466898386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/Sdn3OnF5nSI/AAAAAAAACOk/IVKCnHaLatM/s1600-h/Photo0119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/Sdn3OnF5nSI/AAAAAAAACOk/IVKCnHaLatM/s320/Photo0119.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321556265098911010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/Sdn3ODtL0eI/AAAAAAAACOc/Snhj2Wr-2F8/s1600-h/Photo0116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/Sdn3ODtL0eI/AAAAAAAACOc/Snhj2Wr-2F8/s320/Photo0116.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321556255600005602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is busy.&lt;br /&gt;Donkey is not exceptional&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2564448504247943786-8232797773565272108?l=pinkeyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkeyy.blogspot.com/feeds/8232797773565272108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564448504247943786&amp;postID=8232797773565272108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564448504247943786/posts/default/8232797773565272108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564448504247943786/posts/default/8232797773565272108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkeyy.blogspot.com/2009/04/just-finish-appraisal-and-i-stayed-for.html' title=''/><author><name>pinky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/Sdn3PkYjKvI/AAAAAAAACO8/sJtxwZUJRZo/s72-c/Photo0135.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564448504247943786.post-2485416727371636463</id><published>2009-04-03T10:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T11:32:25.567+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Audrey is officially a part timer now and of cos, its been a slacking one since my pay is slash into half.&lt;br /&gt;Been to orientation on Wednesday and luckily i still see familiar faces.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday which is tmr, I will be starting my first lesson. I hope i get the engine back becos I officially stop studying after my O level which was 5 yrs back. I had been slacking during poly days and audrey cannot slack anymore :(&lt;br /&gt;What is different now is that my nice donkey will wait for me at the campus to end my class tmr which I didnt experience this kind of treatment for my past 13 yrs of education. :) im happy for this reason and girls being girls, will love this type of treatment :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway i was being told not professional by this stupid guy who smile and his eyes will become as thin as dental floss. tmd. I was extremely not happy abt this matter. I would shoot him till he is speechless if act tough wasnt there. argh..&lt;br /&gt;Being professional= plastic&lt;br /&gt;Being professional= die die you will work under the boss you hate&lt;br /&gt;Being professional= U will die earlier. Die of anger. Maybe die at the age of 50? or earlier...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, being professional and continue to work with someone you don't like or had to beg that person you don't like for OT, you will end up dying faster.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want. And I don't want to be a plastic everyday.&lt;br /&gt;Ya its true this is what society teach us to be so that we can earn a stable income and SURVIVE! But I want to die happy and lead a life where I am happy everyday and not SU JIAO (plastic)&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I had different thinking and maybe i will die earlier cos i cant find a work with this thinking and attitude.&lt;br /&gt;But I always believe there will be solution to everything. There will always be a rainbow after a rain :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't blame god for giving me a short and fat body, or having no ankle or no sharp nose or little hair because he had given me a good life which I am very pleased. I am grateful that I am born in a family which I do not have to worry about financial matters and I have the best bf in the whole universe and I have a bunch of friends that I can depend on when I need them. Thank you :)&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/2564448504247943786-2485416727371636463?l=pinkeyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkeyy.blogspot.com/feeds/2485416727371636463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564448504247943786&amp;postID=2485416727371636463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564448504247943786/posts/default/2485416727371636463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564448504247943786/posts/default/2485416727371636463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkeyy.blogspot.com/2009/04/audrey-is-officially-part-timer-now-and.html' title=''/><author><name>pinky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564448504247943786.post-9016932689170400269</id><published>2009-03-29T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T23:57:15.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This wkend was well spent with friends and bf. i love the combination of friends and bf that make the day a happier day. No need to think abt work or have time to emo abt BGR stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Confession of a shopaholic was great. It triggers me to shop more instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a med appt on fri and decided to take full day mc not half day because i think there wasn't a need for me to work hard when no one appreciate. haha jus kidding. For the one and only reason, im lazy and i gt lots of mc to spare. bf wasn't happy because he gt this major presentation and he realized that i always take mc or fall sick whenever he had sth major for him. sorry bf i didn't mean to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bronto bday celebration was on the sat. we had fun and like i say, i love the company. =)&lt;br /&gt;I love bronto. but of cuz i love bf more.&lt;br /&gt;sometime i wonder when will i have my blog to be somehow different, like being more professional and nicer way of expressing myself like others do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought this winnie the pooh balloon for bronto. I wonder why she wants the winnie the pooh when she looks  a bronto. tsktsk :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/Sc-O6nCzzAI/AAAAAAAACOU/3y8YxaaAuZc/s1600-h/Photo0099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/Sc-O6nCzzAI/AAAAAAAACOU/3y8YxaaAuZc/s320/Photo0099.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318626822512167938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/Sc-O6TenLHI/AAAAAAAACOM/E595uS8zJi8/s1600-h/Photo0098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/Sc-O6TenLHI/AAAAAAAACOM/E595uS8zJi8/s320/Photo0098.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318626817260072050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/Sc-O6CZLI5I/AAAAAAAACOE/Yaivgzt8Foc/s1600-h/Photo0097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/Sc-O6CZLI5I/AAAAAAAACOE/Yaivgzt8Foc/s320/Photo0097.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318626812673860498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/Sc-O5xDPKmI/AAAAAAAACN8/1HQmPOOv13g/s1600-h/Photo0096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/Sc-O5xDPKmI/AAAAAAAACN8/1HQmPOOv13g/s320/Photo0096.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318626808018446946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/Sc-O5bQl5uI/AAAAAAAACN0/KzvgB5N69AI/s1600-h/Photo0095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/Sc-O5bQl5uI/AAAAAAAACN0/KzvgB5N69AI/s320/Photo0095.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318626802168882914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/Sc-N6a8Fz1I/AAAAAAAACNs/xKMDubNMV4k/s1600-h/Photo0093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/Sc-N6a8Fz1I/AAAAAAAACNs/xKMDubNMV4k/s320/Photo0093.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318625719751135058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/Sc-N6Oy6LCI/AAAAAAAACNk/aGfh6Xy3QUk/s1600-h/Photo0092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/Sc-N6Oy6LCI/AAAAAAAACNk/aGfh6Xy3QUk/s320/Photo0092.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318625716491398178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/Sc-N5_EO5lI/AAAAAAAACNU/CmfvahRIGOY/s1600-h/Photo0090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/Sc-N5_EO5lI/AAAAAAAACNU/CmfvahRIGOY/s320/Photo0090.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318625712269092434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/Sc-N5YGxAYI/AAAAAAAACNM/-nO19bVJKaA/s1600-h/Photo0089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/Sc-N5YGxAYI/AAAAAAAACNM/-nO19bVJKaA/s320/Photo0089.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318625701810733442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I still love this picture the most :)&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/2564448504247943786-9016932689170400269?l=pinkeyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkeyy.blogspot.com/feeds/9016932689170400269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564448504247943786&amp;postID=9016932689170400269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564448504247943786/posts/default/9016932689170400269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564448504247943786/posts/default/9016932689170400269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkeyy.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-wkend-was-well-spent-with-friends.html' title=''/><author><name>pinky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/Sc-O6nCzzAI/AAAAAAAACOU/3y8YxaaAuZc/s72-c/Photo0099.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564448504247943786.post-1185299426170782797</id><published>2009-03-24T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T10:16:54.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was reading ray's blog and i guess all women are the same.&lt;br /&gt;I admit i was one of the woman who had the same mentality when man and woman get involve in a r/s :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For instance, yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;I couldnt believe that a couple spoonful of soup and crackers can last me the whole day till 9pm. This actually prove me one thing.&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, you mean alot to me.&lt;br /&gt;And from the whole incident, one thing for sure is that, I am a lucky girl.&lt;br /&gt;I had a donkey that does not don bother abt my tonnes and millions of msg and actually came to my place and analyze the whole situation to me. I feel better after listening to him.&lt;br /&gt;I know that no r/s is smooth sailing.&lt;br /&gt;I know that when r/s start, it will be sweet, perfect and everything nice.&lt;br /&gt;I learn that when you love the person, more sacrifice must be made.&lt;br /&gt;I learn that loving each other till the max will tend to demand more from each other.&lt;br /&gt;And I learn a lot more things than just simple love.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks donkey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that I will rem wat he say and not throw "small kid" temper again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i know who are my real frens from this incident =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway stock take had ended and we survived through.&lt;br /&gt;Was fun in the way because it was my first time experiencing stock take.&lt;br /&gt;But fuck one person who had pissed me off. Not really pissed but I was super duper pissed!&lt;br /&gt;Fuck that woman. And fuck the woman who say my donkey. I shall sit down here and watch what will happen to the both of them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/Sce2vb5_VoI/AAAAAAAACNE/_7xiR_HWT7k/s1600-h/Photo0088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316418811195250306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/Sce2vb5_VoI/AAAAAAAACNE/_7xiR_HWT7k/s320/Photo0088.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/Sce2u-x_BBI/AAAAAAAACM8/A8A_uFYSb3I/s1600-h/Photo0087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316418803377046546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/Sce2u-x_BBI/AAAAAAAACM8/A8A_uFYSb3I/s320/Photo0087.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my bronto rice. Especially her bronto neck = triple chin =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/Sce2uAIac8I/AAAAAAAACM0/93TXzERFiAs/s1600-h/Photo0086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316418786559685570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/Sce2uAIac8I/AAAAAAAACM0/93TXzERFiAs/s320/Photo0086.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And babe, i love ur eyelashes on that day :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/Sce2tEKBczI/AAAAAAAACMs/Gmg4MIQbCvI/s1600-h/Photo0085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316418770460308274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/Sce2tEKBczI/AAAAAAAACMs/Gmg4MIQbCvI/s320/Photo0085.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;I realised that you are the best. I feel sad is because I love you too much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2564448504247943786-1185299426170782797?l=pinkeyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkeyy.blogspot.com/feeds/1185299426170782797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564448504247943786&amp;postID=1185299426170782797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564448504247943786/posts/default/1185299426170782797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564448504247943786/posts/default/1185299426170782797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkeyy.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-was-reading-rays-blog-and-i-guess-all.html' title=''/><author><name>pinky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/Sce2vb5_VoI/AAAAAAAACNE/_7xiR_HWT7k/s72-c/Photo0088.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564448504247943786.post-1471131036299469505</id><published>2009-03-22T11:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T11:41:01.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I didnt realise this is reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, the song, the song that make me............&lt;br /&gt;I miss you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2564448504247943786-1471131036299469505?l=pinkeyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkeyy.blogspot.com/feeds/1471131036299469505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564448504247943786&amp;postID=1471131036299469505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564448504247943786/posts/default/1471131036299469505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564448504247943786/posts/default/1471131036299469505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkeyy.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-didnt-realise-this-is-reality.html' title=''/><author><name>pinky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564448504247943786.post-5596629797860532235</id><published>2009-03-15T14:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T15:10:08.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Was slacking on my bed and listening to the songs that i listened during my poly days and somehow or rather i get connected to other ppl wireless =D&lt;br /&gt;I think god know how bored im so decided to "reward" me with the unknown wireless. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with mich and frens ytd and everyone is doing fine especially keith. I think he had finally found a goal in his life which is......... hmmmmm......&lt;br /&gt;Anyway IT show sux. Nothing special, nothing cheap, nothing to WOW abt. Maybe the crowd will make you WOW? Ok we were there for a purpose. Thanks to keith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were nothing much that happened last wk except for this ah pek incident. Just to sum it up, i think ah pek are just annoying and lonely creatures. And I had analyzed that when they try to stir up a fight and when a woman comes to the scene and try to touch them, they will move away. Reason being, they are scared that we, women, will shout FEI LI AH!!!!! HOhohohohoh WEAK!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donkey had been very busy, tired and stress lately due to his work. I cant stand the fact that work can actually rob him away from me. But nevertheless, we still manage to spend time with each other.&lt;br /&gt;Hope things will get better in time when i start sch. Then the both of us will be equally busy. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last sunday went to Mount Faber for dinner and it was freaking expensive can....&lt;br /&gt;Jewel Box&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/SbylVMAeX5I/AAAAAAAACMM/CnGwGWHt5CU/s1600-h/Photo0069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/SbylVMAeX5I/AAAAAAAACMM/CnGwGWHt5CU/s320/Photo0069.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313303443809394578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/SbylUiKCzBI/AAAAAAAACME/Jin9UZiSDFE/s1600-h/Photo0068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/SbylUiKCzBI/AAAAAAAACME/Jin9UZiSDFE/s320/Photo0068.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313303432575241234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/SbylUD3N4pI/AAAAAAAACL8/VxdRHMdhJsY/s1600-h/Photo0067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/SbylUD3N4pI/AAAAAAAACL8/VxdRHMdhJsY/s320/Photo0067.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313303424443212434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/SbylTzNcE4I/AAAAAAAACL0/0j3MArZKXOw/s1600-h/Photo0066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/SbylTzNcE4I/AAAAAAAACL0/0j3MArZKXOw/s320/Photo0066.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313303419973014402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/Sbym_-27IQI/AAAAAAAACMk/t2iKCn2G1_0/s1600-h/Photo0082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/Sbym_-27IQI/AAAAAAAACMk/t2iKCn2G1_0/s320/Photo0082.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313305278525677826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/Sbym__Ll5OI/AAAAAAAACMc/3F_OnE46d4c/s1600-h/Photo0080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/Sbym__Ll5OI/AAAAAAAACMc/3F_OnE46d4c/s320/Photo0080.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313305278612366562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/Sbym_meINyI/AAAAAAAACMU/EZT_anQNEhM/s1600-h/Photo0070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/Sbym_meINyI/AAAAAAAACMU/EZT_anQNEhM/s320/Photo0070.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313305271979226914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, the beautiful scenery :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/SbylTORxaYI/AAAAAAAACLs/8tBiGXa9wOw/s1600-h/Photo0065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/SbylTORxaYI/AAAAAAAACLs/8tBiGXa9wOw/s320/Photo0065.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313303410059078018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had been thinking abt future lately. Everything seems so perfect...&lt;br /&gt;But wait!!!! I just realise that i will be 25 when i graduate. And I think it will gonna be another long 5 yrs to talk abt future and marriage..&lt;br /&gt;Alright just let me dream abt it cuz i think it will somehow or rather, make me happier. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lub u silly donkey&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2564448504247943786-5596629797860532235?l=pinkeyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkeyy.blogspot.com/feeds/5596629797860532235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564448504247943786&amp;postID=5596629797860532235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564448504247943786/posts/default/5596629797860532235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564448504247943786/posts/default/5596629797860532235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkeyy.blogspot.com/2009/03/was-slacking-on-my-bed-and-listening-to.html' title=''/><author><name>pinky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/SbylVMAeX5I/AAAAAAAACMM/CnGwGWHt5CU/s72-c/Photo0069.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564448504247943786.post-3217496531488205639</id><published>2009-03-03T20:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T21:02:07.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here's a little update of how life is.&lt;br /&gt;Currently waiting to enter another 4 yrs of studies life :(&lt;br /&gt;I was amazed that a donkey can pass advance theory. hmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was great!! had 2 hrs of work but thats not the point. what was great abt today is that dear donkey's report was out and nothing went wrong just that he had to watch wat he eats in future. and aunty audrey is so going to monitor on his diet.. no more nice food and no more drinks for donkey. maybe just plain unseasoned hay. lets see how well can my plans can go....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life evolves within me and donkey. A very gd friend of mine cum pet and cum BF!!! everyone ask isnt it very boring if both of us see each other everyday -.-&lt;br /&gt;Of cuz there isnt such thing as a smooth sailing  r/s. Take for instance that faithful day..... nvm wat past had past. we grow stronger everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway life isnt all abt me and my pet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mich&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Ass&lt;/span&gt; are 21!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Ass&lt;/span&gt; had his grand bday at his chalet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mich&lt;/span&gt; had hers at tony romas and it was somehow of a surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Met up with &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Khad &lt;/span&gt;a few days ago&lt;/span&gt;. Khad&lt;/span&gt; is doing fine and will always be my best best fren :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Keith&lt;/span&gt; bear was back from taiwan and ass is now at india.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ray&lt;/span&gt; applied the same sch as me.&lt;br /&gt;As for &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Clem&lt;/span&gt;, I think he is still hoping for sth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im so going to look forward to this sat cuz i will be meeting my gd gd fren for some k box. its been so long since we last met.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some very very old photos.&lt;br /&gt;Before celebrating mich surprise bday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/Sa0ilAHEUaI/AAAAAAAACLk/4PDu2vbaedo/s1600-h/Photo0021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308937554819830178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/Sa0ilAHEUaI/AAAAAAAACLk/4PDu2vbaedo/s320/Photo0021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/Sa0ik3HKTKI/AAAAAAAACLc/YkZbB53ZbqM/s1600-h/Photo0019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308937552404303010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/Sa0ik3HKTKI/AAAAAAAACLc/YkZbB53ZbqM/s320/Photo0019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;RAINBOW RAINBOW!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There's nothing special abt this rainbow cuz i guess everyone is blogging abt it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;I think we saw this last wednesday on our way to parkway for dinner. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/Sa0iktCyCOI/AAAAAAAACLU/qWuNwF0XKL4/s1600-h/Photo0039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308937549701581026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/Sa0iktCyCOI/AAAAAAAACLU/qWuNwF0XKL4/s320/Photo0039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/Sa0ikr00LsI/AAAAAAAACLM/0cc_HM1BAvM/s1600-h/Photo0034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308937549374566082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/Sa0ikr00LsI/AAAAAAAACLM/0cc_HM1BAvM/s320/Photo0034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/Sa0ikcaGBpI/AAAAAAAACLE/Mo403ZC8cmM/s1600-h/Photo0036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308937545235957394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/Sa0ikcaGBpI/AAAAAAAACLE/Mo403ZC8cmM/s320/Photo0036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Its been so long since i last saw a rainbow. it nv fails to put a smile on my face and moreover, i was with ............ =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stock take is coming and friday had this small meeting aft work and i didnt get any shit out of the meeting. In conclusion, im so going to be dead during stock take.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After the meeting he surprised me by bringing me to pan pac for some cheap chill.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/Sa0hC1plynI/AAAAAAAACK8/uWNKqCtBEZE/s1600-h/Photo0041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308935868384660082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/Sa0hC1plynI/AAAAAAAACK8/uWNKqCtBEZE/s320/Photo0041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/Sa0hCqw3TnI/AAAAAAAACK0/02_F6uUq9zA/s1600-h/Photo0048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308935865462378098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/Sa0hCqw3TnI/AAAAAAAACK0/02_F6uUq9zA/s320/Photo0048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/Sa0hCcxuftI/AAAAAAAACKs/MzsX5I_DETc/s1600-h/Photo0046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308935861707898578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/Sa0hCcxuftI/AAAAAAAACKs/MzsX5I_DETc/s320/Photo0046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The place still brought me gd memories of the happy times we once had. There :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had to work on sunday and yeah i earned more than the pharmacist on tha day. YYB!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;spend the whole afternoon at the airport&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/Sa0hCCsEsFI/AAAAAAAACKk/YfIKFymaa-A/s1600-h/Photo0058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308935854704865362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/Sa0hCCsEsFI/AAAAAAAACKk/YfIKFymaa-A/s320/Photo0058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/Sa0hCK7XvyI/AAAAAAAACKc/3eoHnFp3BFI/s1600-h/Photo0052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308935856916512546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/Sa0hCK7XvyI/AAAAAAAACKc/3eoHnFp3BFI/s320/Photo0052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want to fly. fly away to a place far away from stress and work and blah blah blah.. &lt;br /&gt;Been raining for the past days. pms + rain = extreme emo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Though there were many things that wasnt that smooth sailing, but still i hope our love doesnt flatters in any way. i love u baby. i hope u still can tolerate my nonsense everyday. I guess i had bipolar disorder. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Glad that u are fine and our dreams of huskies and my retriever can come true :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2564448504247943786-3217496531488205639?l=pinkeyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkeyy.blogspot.com/feeds/3217496531488205639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564448504247943786&amp;postID=3217496531488205639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564448504247943786/posts/default/3217496531488205639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564448504247943786/posts/default/3217496531488205639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkeyy.blogspot.com/2009/03/heres-little-update-of-how-life-is.html' title=''/><author><name>pinky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/Sa0ilAHEUaI/AAAAAAAACLk/4PDu2vbaedo/s72-c/Photo0021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564448504247943786.post-5094621021284669294</id><published>2009-02-17T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T00:05:59.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its really a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;part part&lt;/span&gt; time blog for me. i hardly can blog&lt;br /&gt;Im having my monthly cycle now. im thinking abit too much as usual.&lt;br /&gt;And again, im feeling down.&lt;br /&gt;Im locking myself in my room and trying not to affect others' mood too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To sum out everything, work as usual sux. i wonder why am i still there.&lt;br /&gt;Sch might start on april which i seriously dread.&lt;br /&gt;V day at pulau ubin was great although i &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ill-treated&lt;/span&gt; baby on friday.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/SZrbIKVTVNI/AAAAAAAACIs/Suh8R99aJBk/s1600-h/DSC00730%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/SZrbIKVTVNI/AAAAAAAACIs/Suh8R99aJBk/s320/DSC00730%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303792444441318610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/SZrbIQ_XUoI/AAAAAAAACI0/l4Muescabus/s1600-h/DSC00738%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/SZrbI8jA1JI/AAAAAAAACJM/-6jPRcIIsnc/s320/DSC00741%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303792457920599186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/SZrfze-nfoI/AAAAAAAACKU/TsbAlmsIJME/s1600-h/DSC00763%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/SZrfze-nfoI/AAAAAAAACKU/TsbAlmsIJME/s320/DSC00763%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303797586764201602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this doggy footsteps :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/SZrfy7jSF7I/AAAAAAAACKM/giVA8z78nCc/s1600-h/DSC00756%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/SZrfy7jSF7I/AAAAAAAACKM/giVA8z78nCc/s320/DSC00756%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303797577254311858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/SZrfviyA1sI/AAAAAAAACKE/yAN9VvhFlI8/s1600-h/DSC00755%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/SZrfviyA1sI/AAAAAAAACKE/yAN9VvhFlI8/s320/DSC00755%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303797519065601730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2564448504247943786-5094621021284669294?l=pinkeyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkeyy.blogspot.com/feeds/5094621021284669294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564448504247943786&amp;postID=5094621021284669294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564448504247943786/posts/default/5094621021284669294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564448504247943786/posts/default/5094621021284669294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkeyy.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-really-part-part-time-blog-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>pinky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/SZrbIKVTVNI/AAAAAAAACIs/Suh8R99aJBk/s72-c/DSC00730%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564448504247943786.post-5599672263749639155</id><published>2009-01-31T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T21:56:31.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Im tired. Just back home. im missing him terribly now. I feel bad. terribly bad.&lt;br /&gt;Had already promise him that i will go to his fren's hs and he bought for me a bottom cuz my skirt button came out. ok this is a terribly big joke cuz im getting fat. and coincidentally, exactly the same thing happened to him 2 days ago and i laughed at him. haha its a &lt;em&gt;bao ying&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;ok back to today. After buying 2 shorts from cotton on, i feel that it was not appropriate to wear to his fren's place and so, had dinner with his frens and off i went hm. im a bad gf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was tired after work and i realised that i cant spend time with him tmr and i started to feel emo. Maybe emo led to pms. so my mood was not that stable and i guess his was equally bad. It was my fault i admit. I expect him to....... when i....... and he didnt. Things get pretty f-ed up and i had to cancel my lunch with keith. sorry keith, i owe u a lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously it was my fault and no one give in. "sorry" seems so hard to come out from my mouth, it seems that this word is not in my vocab. Im stubborn and i did nth. Sorry dear, it wasnt ur fault but u had to make me happy and smile and apologise to me in the long run. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2564448504247943786-5599672263749639155?l=pinkeyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkeyy.blogspot.com/feeds/5599672263749639155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564448504247943786&amp;postID=5599672263749639155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564448504247943786/posts/default/5599672263749639155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564448504247943786/posts/default/5599672263749639155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkeyy.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>pinky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564448504247943786.post-1056175391626736286</id><published>2009-01-28T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T21:56:57.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cny was great great great though every yr is like a yearly routine. go hs visiting, eat, entertaining the adults asking us how's life, blah blah blah but baby accompany me this yr which i think it was great!!! unlike that stupid AJ who always think abt red packets every yr he followed me. kns. and i dunno that i can hate a person tat much after he sms me on sat. omg i cant believe im such a fool to actually waste my 3 yrs of youth with such a fucking freaking chicken babi "guy' or put in simple word, GAY!!! but i didnt rebut cuz if i did, i will be damn freaking childish too. Thanks god im not :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway baby was nice cuz he had to work on sat, sun and tues. He came to my hs after his work on sat and we go to chinatown. woooo i love the experience cuz we had our dim sum and squeeze thru the crowd. Sunday which is the eve, he came my hs after work and we eat lunch and slack and eat dinner again. haha. den mj till morning 2 plus. :) i love the company =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Chu 1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/SYBd-wYntvI/AAAAAAAACHE/XbsCA8FTzqI/s1600-h/DSC00685.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296336494509143794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/SYBd-wYntvI/AAAAAAAACHE/XbsCA8FTzqI/s320/DSC00685.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/SYBhrsHu80I/AAAAAAAACIk/Zz-1oeMmnZs/s1600-h/DSC00681.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296340564993569602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/SYBhrsHu80I/AAAAAAAACIk/Zz-1oeMmnZs/s320/DSC00681.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/SYBhrkaA4JI/AAAAAAAACIc/57BnX0Qro9Q/s1600-h/DSC00680.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296340562922758290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/SYBhrkaA4JI/AAAAAAAACIc/57BnX0Qro9Q/s320/DSC00680.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296336486114182242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/SYBd-RHGxGI/AAAAAAAACG8/q-TNKB8PFIY/s320/DSC00694.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/SYBd-N6LehI/AAAAAAAACG0/9_jM2zqM_5Y/s1600-h/DSC00692.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296336485254658578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/SYBd-N6LehI/AAAAAAAACG0/9_jM2zqM_5Y/s320/DSC00692.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/SYBf8r7t_fI/AAAAAAAACIE/CgMH3hoUFO8/s1600-h/DSC00707.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296338657977695730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/SYBf8r7t_fI/AAAAAAAACIE/CgMH3hoUFO8/s320/DSC00707.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/SYBf8VJ2z8I/AAAAAAAACH8/CVdzDnfK_TI/s1600-h/DSC00705.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296338651862978498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/SYBf8VJ2z8I/AAAAAAAACH8/CVdzDnfK_TI/s320/DSC00705.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He say my eyes like kanna punch. maybe its he who punch me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/SYBf728uQrI/AAAAAAAACH0/fdCTYjsEOP8/s1600-h/DSC00704.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296338643754828466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/SYBf728uQrI/AAAAAAAACH0/fdCTYjsEOP8/s320/DSC00704.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/SYBd-Aqj1wI/AAAAAAAACGs/iqLYTaz1TH4/s1600-h/DSC00691.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296336481699485442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/SYBd-Aqj1wI/AAAAAAAACGs/iqLYTaz1TH4/s320/DSC00691.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/SYBd96zfQ6I/AAAAAAAACGk/pBv7SYAWTwI/s1600-h/DSC00690.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296336480126321570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/SYBd96zfQ6I/AAAAAAAACGk/pBv7SYAWTwI/s320/DSC00690.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/SYBdRGdtefI/AAAAAAAACGc/cpKan0NZqdk/s1600-h/DSC00676.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296335710162090482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/SYBdRGdtefI/AAAAAAAACGc/cpKan0NZqdk/s320/DSC00676.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/SYBdRCMLZYI/AAAAAAAACGU/1qkJ4h34b2w/s1600-h/DSC00675.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296335709014812034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/SYBdRCMLZYI/AAAAAAAACGU/1qkJ4h34b2w/s320/DSC00675.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/SYBe-Cxe7fI/AAAAAAAACHs/UBFaEfNA7f8/s1600-h/DSC00702.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296337581777022450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/SYBe-Cxe7fI/AAAAAAAACHs/UBFaEfNA7f8/s320/DSC00702.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/SYBe97DfDYI/AAAAAAAACHk/RBFXZKPDA8I/s1600-h/DSC00701.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296337579705044354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/SYBe97DfDYI/AAAAAAAACHk/RBFXZKPDA8I/s320/DSC00701.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He was tired after a few smiles. weak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/SYBe9xjQcLI/AAAAAAAACHc/eP38FNU9VzI/s1600-h/DSC00700.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296337577153949874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/SYBe9xjQcLI/AAAAAAAACHc/eP38FNU9VzI/s320/DSC00700.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/SYBe9qJUUfI/AAAAAAAACHU/dBen-9UTnY8/s1600-h/DSC00699.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296337575166104050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/SYBe9qJUUfI/AAAAAAAACHU/dBen-9UTnY8/s320/DSC00699.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; See, i told u..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/SYBe9Z0J_OI/AAAAAAAACHM/IIhKBJOO6rk/s1600-h/DSC00697.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296337570782379234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/SYBe9Z0J_OI/AAAAAAAACHM/IIhKBJOO6rk/s320/DSC00697.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sat 24/1/09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296335707107654450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/SYBdQ7FeezI/AAAAAAAACGM/KbvoI2-jGyg/s320/DSC00673.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/SYBdQ1bLPTI/AAAAAAAACGE/sw3xYGDwOOE/s1600-h/DSC00670.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296335705588055346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/SYBdQ1bLPTI/AAAAAAAACGE/sw3xYGDwOOE/s320/DSC00670.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/SYBdQjSeFSI/AAAAAAAACF8/i2C7HeI-59k/s1600-h/DSC00665.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296335700719703330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/SYBdQjSeFSI/AAAAAAAACF8/i2C7HeI-59k/s320/DSC00665.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Chu 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/SYBf9Iz9JdI/AAAAAAAACIM/ru-pw29u8Hc/s1600-h/DSC00710.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296338665729762770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/SYBf9Iz9JdI/AAAAAAAACIM/ru-pw29u8Hc/s320/DSC00710.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its very sad tat he cant pei me on chu 2 cuz he had to work. but after a long thought, i think i shouldnt be greedy and should be contented that he had spent 3 fruitful days with me. But still i feel emo that i cant see him and dunno wat we chatted that make me emo emo emo. the fault just lies with me. He always tried his best to cheer me up. i know dear. sorry to have u to go thru every month with me. im touched that u come by this morn just to have breakfast with me before i go work and u send me to work though u take leave today. im feel bad. very bad to treat u the way i treat u the day before.&lt;br /&gt;thanks donkey :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/SYBf9ZTvKHI/AAAAAAAACIU/DekkXTeQcJg/s1600-h/DSC00638.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296338670158030962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/SYBf9ZTvKHI/AAAAAAAACIU/DekkXTeQcJg/s320/DSC00638.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Baby i love u :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2564448504247943786-1056175391626736286?l=pinkeyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkeyy.blogspot.com/feeds/1056175391626736286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564448504247943786&amp;postID=1056175391626736286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564448504247943786/posts/default/1056175391626736286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564448504247943786/posts/default/1056175391626736286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkeyy.blogspot.com/2009/01/cny-was-great-great-great-though-every.html' title=''/><author><name>pinky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/SYBd-wYntvI/AAAAAAAACHE/XbsCA8FTzqI/s72-c/DSC00685.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564448504247943786.post-764549580639486486</id><published>2009-01-23T10:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T12:55:05.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One week past in a flash. Maybe because monday had family dinner and donkey followed and tues i did soft rebonding. Dear was nice cuz he accompanied me for long freaking 3 hrs and feed me dinner :) I really appreciate it. But the outcome is so damn jialat. so flat and i look like some malau's (my shitty colleague) hair. argh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday i had the day all by myself. he was off to pussy and i had my mother home cook food. ytd was reunion dinner with my father's side and i like the food and of cuz the company cuz dear went too. :) &lt;br /&gt;I realise that im fat and i need to do something abt it cuz cny is in 2 days time and it's that period of time where i can easily gain 2kg in a few days.&lt;br /&gt;Last wkend was well spent. Had dinner at sembawang and the food was damn nice. and we spent another 4 hrs to prawn for some cheap thrills. and we only caught pathetic 7 prawns -.-  reached hm ard 4am and my mum actually waited. oh so sinful.... Basically i really do enjoyed the day with his frens :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday went to parkway and east coast. dear and me bought a Espirt top cuz its damn cheap :) and unintentionally, i heard a woman on the phone say that she was at spirit shop. walao my english so bad also nv bad until like that. opps i jus laughed hehe.. And i will nv walked to east coast food centre from parkway. its killing me or should i say it had killed me after 1 hr 15 mins of walk. argh.. but luckily its donkey that walked with me. I love it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally all my procrastinations are over. I decided to take up classes for my degree and get my ass out of my pharmacy. maybe yes maybe not cuz i need the money :( we shall see...&lt;br /&gt;I know my future and i am so going to make it come true only with my bare hands and nothing else. I hope i can survived thru my 2 or 2.5 yrs =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im more emotional recently. emotionally unstable i mean.&lt;br /&gt;I think im pmsing now :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2564448504247943786-764549580639486486?l=pinkeyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkeyy.blogspot.com/feeds/764549580639486486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564448504247943786&amp;postID=764549580639486486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564448504247943786/posts/default/764549580639486486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564448504247943786/posts/default/764549580639486486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkeyy.blogspot.com/2009/01/one-week-past-in-flash.html' title=''/><author><name>pinky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564448504247943786.post-203007299098369774</id><published>2009-01-14T01:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T00:07:11.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Like i said donkey had been busy for his drug essays the last few days. finally it is done today :) he was so nice last wk that he managed to squeeze out some time on friday to bring me out for some "surprise" dinner and a walk at sembawang park. weeeeee it was a nice experience and i love the feeling of running away so far from everything and go to a deserted park at the other side of Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch at mac with him, went for my ultrascan. After everything was done, it was another 1.5 hrs den he will knock off. So went to novena to walk walk and i find myself walk into body shop. bought a concealer and some lip butter and decided to do brow trimming. kns so ex and so ugly. i regretted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I underestimated the time and he had to come down to novena sq to find me. haha. thanks to a old fat aunty.. ok long story and i dun wish to include her in my blog..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had paranakan food. dunno is it called ivins or irins. haha.&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of the pix we took at the park.&lt;br /&gt;I guess we were quite tired after the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/SW4IrDJLCwI/AAAAAAAACEY/ECznIwkx3cE/s1600-h/DSC00596%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291176147878087426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/SW4IrDJLCwI/AAAAAAAACEY/ECznIwkx3cE/s320/DSC00596%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/SW4JMnbUaFI/AAAAAAAACEo/K38fmkgDge8/s1600-h/DSC00605%5B2%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291176724553558098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/SW4JMnbUaFI/AAAAAAAACEo/K38fmkgDge8/s320/DSC00605%5B2%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291176714373792594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/SW4JMBgRg1I/AAAAAAAACEg/VsWIbVgqlW8/s320/DSC00604%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/SW4Iq-CseBI/AAAAAAAACEQ/rc62aRpmG2Y/s1600-h/DSC00599%5B2%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291176146508740626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/SW4Iq-CseBI/AAAAAAAACEQ/rc62aRpmG2Y/s320/DSC00599%5B2%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hoho our color difference. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat met up with khad and donkey come to my hs aft tt. thanks dear. i like the way u come to my hs and we slacked cuz im always lazy. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sunday work again and i really don wan to go hm due to some reason. So poor donkey had to pei me for the whole day. i appreciate it. really do. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Raffles City going to eat Shudoku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/SW4H1KwAOkI/AAAAAAAACEI/KMiw1eLdO3o/s1600-h/DSC00620%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291175222207068738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/SW4H1KwAOkI/AAAAAAAACEI/KMiw1eLdO3o/s320/DSC00620%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/SW4LTydFO4I/AAAAAAAACEw/NYZVQJTi9uE/s1600-h/DSC00622%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291179046796082050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/SW4LTydFO4I/AAAAAAAACEw/NYZVQJTi9uE/s320/DSC00622%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/SW4GWZ0Ln_I/AAAAAAAACDo/GlgUmShJ4aY/s1600-h/DSC00623%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291173594163552242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/SW4GWZ0Ln_I/AAAAAAAACDo/GlgUmShJ4aY/s320/DSC00623%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is he vain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/SW4GW8u4XmI/AAAAAAAACD4/0nkqJKc6I5M/s1600-h/DSC00625%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291173603536559714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/SW4GW8u4XmI/AAAAAAAACD4/0nkqJKc6I5M/s320/DSC00625%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/SW4GWr4yS5I/AAAAAAAACDw/-195mZr7X5o/s1600-h/DSC00615%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291173599014701970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/SW4GWr4yS5I/AAAAAAAACDw/-195mZr7X5o/s320/DSC00615%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/SW4GWxor_iI/AAAAAAAACEA/aowMjjxnE2A/s1600-h/DSC00611%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291173600557792802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/SW4GWxor_iI/AAAAAAAACEA/aowMjjxnE2A/s320/DSC00611%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;p.s: everything u do i can feel ur love. I dont show it. But my heart knows it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I don bother abt ur looks my dear. I don bother abt u wearing ur fake adidas slipper. If i was, den i wouldnt asked u to go raffles city with me le.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i lub u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2564448504247943786-203007299098369774?l=pinkeyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkeyy.blogspot.com/feeds/203007299098369774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564448504247943786&amp;postID=203007299098369774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564448504247943786/posts/default/203007299098369774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564448504247943786/posts/default/203007299098369774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkeyy.blogspot.com/2009/01/like-i-said-donkey-had-been-busy-for.html' title=''/><author><name>pinky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RrnWPq2E6LM/SW4IrDJLCwI/AAAAAAAACEY/ECznIwkx3cE/s72-c/DSC00596%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
