<?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-34561906</id><updated>2011-04-22T05:27:12.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i like to eat shoes</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34561906/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34561906/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>periwinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12125470327233621925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>250</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34561906.post-8339347245782870756</id><published>2009-02-02T11:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T11:04:58.227+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Such as life</title><content type='html'>Such as life, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had known earlier, would things have been any different?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34561906-8339347245782870756?l=pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com/feeds/8339347245782870756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34561906&amp;postID=8339347245782870756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34561906/posts/default/8339347245782870756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34561906/posts/default/8339347245782870756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com/2009/02/such-as-life.html' title='Such as life'/><author><name>periwinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12125470327233621925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34561906.post-8588910315853123921</id><published>2009-01-31T14:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T15:14:39.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&lt;生活与生存&gt;</title><content type='html'>李(理)想: 他不是有意杀我的他只是在掉下去的那一刹那忘记放开我的手罢了!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;或许我们在最紧要的关口也常常忘了放手... 对于理想, 信念甚至爱情的执著没能及时放下.... 到了最后又是谁为谁陪葬???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34561906-8588910315853123921?l=pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com/feeds/8588910315853123921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>Respect</title><content type='html'>Lesson of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you give someone something, it's not yours anymore. You have no say over how they treat the item. Whether they use it to clean the table or wipe their feet... it's none of your business. But respect is always welcomed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RESPECT. It means giving consideration to how someone will feel. CONSIDERATION.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34561906-7167325935069204218?l=pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com/feeds/7167325935069204218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34561906&amp;postID=7167325935069204218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34561906/posts/default/7167325935069204218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34561906/posts/default/7167325935069204218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com/2009/01/respect.html' title='Respect'/><author><name>periwinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12125470327233621925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34561906.post-949774074549414315</id><published>2008-12-18T02:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T03:01:09.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My funny old dad</title><content type='html'>Bing came to my house after shopping today. So when she came in.. she was carrying many many bags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bing: Hello Uncle.&lt;br /&gt;My dad: Hello Huibing! How are you?&lt;br /&gt;Bing: Oh, i'm good thanks.&lt;br /&gt;My dad: (looks at bing's shoppings) Huibing, 你太客气了。。。人来就好。干嘛买这么多东西！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daddy is funny isnt he?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34561906-949774074549414315?l=pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com/feeds/949774074549414315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34561906&amp;postID=949774074549414315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34561906/posts/default/949774074549414315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34561906/posts/default/949774074549414315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-funny-old-dad.html' title='My funny old dad'/><author><name>periwinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12125470327233621925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34561906.post-8401283064321365946</id><published>2008-12-16T03:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T03:08:14.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost perfect night</title><content type='html'>I just wanted to say that tonight was... near perfect. =)  It's really been quite a while since I've felt so chill and just stopped thinking about all the things that are screaming for decision making. Thanks girls (including Mr Spiderman)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the imperfection lies with the food. OMG. I'm super duper uper disappointed man. Damm sad la. Sigh....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34561906-8401283064321365946?l=pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com/feeds/8401283064321365946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34561906&amp;postID=8401283064321365946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34561906/posts/default/8401283064321365946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34561906/posts/default/8401283064321365946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com/2008/12/almost-perfect-night.html' title='Almost perfect night'/><author><name>periwinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12125470327233621925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34561906.post-1844918948273166064</id><published>2008-12-09T23:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T23:48:47.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SMS</title><content type='html'>I think that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SMS-es are too cheap. So people use it too frequently... and use it to disturb me. (I do not mean this in an endearing manner)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34561906-1844918948273166064?l=pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com/feeds/1844918948273166064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34561906&amp;postID=1844918948273166064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34561906/posts/default/1844918948273166064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34561906/posts/default/1844918948273166064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com/2008/12/sms.html' title='SMS'/><author><name>periwinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12125470327233621925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34561906.post-572672088344915371</id><published>2008-12-09T02:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T02:36:59.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dearest Leanne</title><content type='html'>Orh. I'm so touched. Hear what my dearest leanne says about me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"no lah, liz, of course you're not fierce... you're the sweetest person alive. sweeter than sweet talk's ppc (and mind me, that's insanely sweet already)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;What more can i ask for right???  *beams*&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&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/34561906-572672088344915371?l=pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com/feeds/572672088344915371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34561906&amp;postID=572672088344915371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34561906/posts/default/572672088344915371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34561906/posts/default/572672088344915371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com/2008/12/dearest-leanne.html' title='Dearest Leanne'/><author><name>periwinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12125470327233621925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34561906.post-149191506036485882</id><published>2008-12-07T02:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T02:27:33.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pig!</title><content type='html'>Pig said that after he gets his license... he will be on call for me. So anytime i want supper.. he will come and cook for me! I decided to jot this down just in case i forget....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Hope he doesnt take as long as my 2 other friends to pass... muhahahaha)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34561906-149191506036485882?l=pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com/feeds/149191506036485882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34561906&amp;postID=149191506036485882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34561906/posts/default/149191506036485882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34561906/posts/default/149191506036485882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com/2008/12/pig.html' title='Pig!'/><author><name>periwinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12125470327233621925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34561906.post-3264901485157807967</id><published>2008-11-30T13:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T13:41:20.861+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>I am extremely sensitive to people dropping hints in their conversations with me. Hints that they plant to try to make me think in a certain direction. And look, I take them very badly. Cos to me, it's not subtle at all, it's just in the face. And if you're trying to direct me to think in the way you want me to... try again 50 yrs later. Emotional blackmail only works if I like you. And if i dont... please.. for your own sake... dont try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really tiring having to put up with inefficiencies.... But there is nothing else i can do aside from whining about it. Grrrr....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've done a few things I haven't dared to do for about a year... and it doesnt feel so bad anymore. It is so strange.... *repeat mode*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it seems like i have to make so many decisions. It's really stressful man. I think i shld prioritize... but honestly... which is priority? Decide decide decide.... decisions decisions decisions....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! AND... I bought my new laptop with loads of freebies from SITEX! =)   =)   =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34561906-3264901485157807967?l=pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com/feeds/3264901485157807967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34561906&amp;postID=3264901485157807967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34561906/posts/default/3264901485157807967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34561906/posts/default/3264901485157807967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com/2008/11/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>periwinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12125470327233621925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34561906.post-3023776209368899149</id><published>2008-11-28T18:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T18:25:10.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'>命运</title><content type='html'>还真像电影里的情结。。。谁曾想过会有这样的结果。。。 命运弄人。。。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34561906-3023776209368899149?l=pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com/feeds/3023776209368899149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34561906&amp;postID=3023776209368899149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34561906/posts/default/3023776209368899149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34561906/posts/default/3023776209368899149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post_28.html' title='命运'/><author><name>periwinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12125470327233621925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34561906.post-6943472562251252945</id><published>2008-11-25T23:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T23:22:38.724+08:00</updated><title type='text'>School holidays</title><content type='html'>I shall choose to believe what i want to believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mummy says I'm right. So i am right. =)  It's confirmation bias. But so what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And.... it's definitely school holidays. I have been bumping into students every single time i'm out. Say hello properly! Dont scream my name... dont look so shocked.... Just be normal and say hi. I will be normal and say hi back also. And dont point at my friends with strange expressions on ur faces. But remember.. the word is NORMAL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)  It's so nice to see ur students growing up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34561906-6943472562251252945?l=pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com/feeds/6943472562251252945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34561906&amp;postID=6943472562251252945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34561906/posts/default/6943472562251252945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34561906/posts/default/6943472562251252945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com/2008/11/school-holidays.html' title='School holidays'/><author><name>periwinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12125470327233621925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34561906.post-6103395372677103609</id><published>2008-11-22T15:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T15:10:34.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's really mixed feelings.. But i guess i would use the word relieved. Relieved that I no longer have to worry. No longer have to.... 牵挂... No one is irreplaceable. It's just all about looking for alternatives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to move on with life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34561906-6103395372677103609?l=pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com/feeds/6103395372677103609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34561906&amp;postID=6103395372677103609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34561906/posts/default/6103395372677103609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34561906/posts/default/6103395372677103609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-really-mixed-feelings.html' title=''/><author><name>periwinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12125470327233621925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34561906.post-4503381703518538648</id><published>2008-11-20T23:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T23:56:10.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tired.</title><content type='html'>I was so tired today I acted like a.... kid. OMG. I am such a disgrace. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34561906-4503381703518538648?l=pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com/feeds/4503381703518538648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34561906&amp;postID=4503381703518538648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34561906/posts/default/4503381703518538648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34561906/posts/default/4503381703518538648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com/2008/11/tired.html' title='tired.'/><author><name>periwinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12125470327233621925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34561906.post-4913879268919128256</id><published>2008-11-10T01:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T01:35:35.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>多愁善感</title><content type='html'>Be mindful of the things you say. Think about what sort of consequences it might have on the other person. You may have the privilege of knowledge, but that doesnt mean you have to repeat it. Always be mindful of other people's feelings. How do you expect a little girl to react when you tell her that? Do her feelings matter? Could anyone really be so nonchalant about something so close? I wish adults will think twice and thrice before saying hurtful things to little kidos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不知道是寂寞的季节，还是多愁善感的季节。。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my teacher once explained 多愁善感 as 看到一片叶子掉下来，都会联想到青春的流逝，时间的催化...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34561906-4913879268919128256?l=pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com/feeds/4913879268919128256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34561906&amp;postID=4913879268919128256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34561906/posts/default/4913879268919128256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34561906/posts/default/4913879268919128256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post.html' title='多愁善感'/><author><name>periwinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12125470327233621925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34561906.post-3578673475399845487</id><published>2008-11-08T14:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T14:24:45.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fundamental differences</title><content type='html'>I've been warned to expect a few more concerts before i leave. *shudders*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On thurs.. i was leaving the hospital with my colleague at about 4ish. And we saw one of the consultants leaving too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Wah! He can go home so early ah? Not bad hor.. This kind can marry la. So early can home already. Just dont go find those who keeps having to go on call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colleague: HAR? That type better wat. Always working... he got no time to spend his money. So i can help him lor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Fundamental differences are difficult to bridge-&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So during lunch... when i was thinking about drinking my PPC...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: As i grow older, the set of criteria for bf has been increasing... (in my mind, i'm thinking of how he must like to play boardgames- which is a recent addition... and now how he must be ok with me ppc-ing all the time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colleague: Dont worry. When it reaches the peak, it will start to decline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Hear the disillusioned one speak-&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And... look. If you want to do something stupid, please pick someone your size. There is nothing great about being able to traumatize little girls okay. Whatever is wrong with these people man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34561906-3578673475399845487?l=pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com/feeds/3578673475399845487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34561906&amp;postID=3578673475399845487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34561906/posts/default/3578673475399845487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34561906/posts/default/3578673475399845487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com/2008/11/fundamental-differences.html' title='Fundamental differences'/><author><name>periwinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12125470327233621925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34561906.post-1008713042591156246</id><published>2008-11-06T23:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T23:23:44.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tsk Tsk Tsk.</title><content type='html'>If you cannot listen to people's question and answer them properly, you have no right to complain people don't answer your questions properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can sense her wrath. Shame on her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34561906-1008713042591156246?l=pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com/feeds/1008713042591156246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34561906&amp;postID=1008713042591156246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34561906/posts/default/1008713042591156246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34561906/posts/default/1008713042591156246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com/2008/11/tsk-tsk-tsk.html' title='Tsk Tsk Tsk.'/><author><name>periwinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12125470327233621925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34561906.post-1517135787534196578</id><published>2008-11-04T23:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T23:19:30.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'>two years....</title><content type='html'>I thought i better write something before the day ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been 2 yrs. Time really flies doesnt it. I miss you. I really dont like hearing people say not-so-nice things about you. I rather believe those things dont exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does it matter? I still miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking back about the past 2 yrs today. How things have progressed... how much i've changed. Would you say you've become wiser and smarter and know a lot more things as compared with 2 yrs ago? If you are not sure, or dont think so... then 2 yrs have passed, and u've accomplished nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm remembering the day when everything fell apart. I am so thankful for your friendship and care. U definitely did more than just doing my homework for me. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34561906-1517135787534196578?l=pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com/feeds/1517135787534196578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34561906&amp;postID=1517135787534196578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34561906/posts/default/1517135787534196578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34561906/posts/default/1517135787534196578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com/2008/11/two-years.html' title='two years....'/><author><name>periwinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12125470327233621925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34561906.post-6735255414765496044</id><published>2008-11-04T00:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T00:22:43.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random thoughts...</title><content type='html'>Today I asked myself, would i rather have two cups of Sweet Talk ($1.50)? or One cup of Koi ($2.90)? I'm not sure what the answer is... but I had two cups of Koi.  *roll eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been struggling with a few questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) When someone says... XX wrote this song. What does it mean? does it mean XX wrote the melody? XX wrote the lyrics? XX wrote either the melody or the lyrics? XX wrote both the melody and the lyrics?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I've really been trying to work out why people think that I can do it. It's really strange. Should i be flattered that people think it'll be no sweat at all? but i do feel a bit like.. obviously it's not going to be their problem.. so of cos they say it'll be no sweat la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) The worst thing to do is to vet your bosses work! Nothing, nothing is harder than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) I've been wondering if i should be the one to do something. And hey... I'm glad i didnt. I'm really kinda proud of myself. And I wasnt wrong. Pride la pride la. One day u will be eaten up by your own pride. And i probably wont find it funny at that time.. but i shall laugh now. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my brothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-My second brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Er: Mei, I got something for you! I bet u'll love it.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Erm... I am really not a conventional girl you know. Even if you give me a diamond, I'm not going to be very excited nor impressed.&lt;br /&gt;Er: Obviously I'm not going to try to impress my sister with a diamond. I know her better than all the other guys. -laughs-&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ok. where is my present?&lt;br /&gt;Er: In my car.. hang on ah.. *walks to his car to get something out from the boot*&lt;br /&gt;-I see him walking back to the house with a bottle in his hand. I squint to try to see what it is.. but cant see...-&lt;br /&gt;Er: Nah! I got you a bottle of alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Erm... Me? Alcohol? And I will love it? Right... Am i missing something?&lt;br /&gt;Er: Yup! Look! -puts it right in front of me-&lt;br /&gt;Me: gushes... omg! YUZU Liqueur?????? I WANT TO TRY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Er: See.. i told you.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Where did you get it from?&lt;br /&gt;Er: I was at a halloween party.. loads of booze. When i was walking out.. everyone was damm drunk. And i saw.. eh.. yuzu.. is that yuzu? My sister would love that. so i put it in my bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- the big brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da: Mei, I read this really good book last night. Oh no. It was.. tear jerking.&lt;br /&gt;Mei: Isit? I want to read. But i just started on a new book today. But i would want to read it anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 hours later.. i walk into my room. And i see a book on my bed. Expecting it was from him, i picked it up to have a look. Then i realized that a packet of tissue was stuck onto it. so i thought.. oh.. must be the label is sticky and it caught on a packet of tissue. I look closely and.... omg. My bro STUCK a pack of tissue to the back of the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I burst out laughing hysterically ignoring the fact that it's 12 mid night. And i hear a voice coming from downstairs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da: Oh. I see you've got it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG. How can i not love my brothers. I am so going to miss them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34561906-6735255414765496044?l=pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com/feeds/6735255414765496044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34561906&amp;postID=6735255414765496044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34561906/posts/default/6735255414765496044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34561906/posts/default/6735255414765496044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com/2008/11/random-thoughts.html' title='Random thoughts...'/><author><name>periwinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12125470327233621925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34561906.post-6181728485924074819</id><published>2008-11-01T00:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T00:24:30.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'>two movies in two days</title><content type='html'>Two movies in two days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a useless bladder that cannot even last 1.5hours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34561906-6181728485924074819?l=pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com/feeds/6181728485924074819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34561906&amp;postID=6181728485924074819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34561906/posts/default/6181728485924074819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34561906/posts/default/6181728485924074819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com/2008/11/two-movies-in-two-days.html' title='two movies in two days'/><author><name>periwinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12125470327233621925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34561906.post-4589954521406470209</id><published>2008-10-25T12:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T13:52:03.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shadows.</title><content type='html'>There seems to be many things I wanna blog about. But of cos I am paranoid that someone is going to reprimand me for being too cryptic. So lets try to be more clear this time yah. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is someone's birthday. Someone really really special. The only person who loves me unconditionally (aside from my parents of course). Anyone who has come to my house has experienced her mighty powers and dagger stares. haha. Happy birthday Nai Ma. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried this morning talking to her. She was telling me who has called this morning to wish her happy birthday and how her children are planning a dinner for her (which she complains, dont want la.. waste money). Her children have organized a bday dinner for her and invited all of us as well. She's really very blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on the other hand, I see another mother worrying about her child. Worrying about everything... being paranoid. It really hurts to see how someone who is so loved simply disregards it.&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;I want to blog about playing Shadows. We played a cooperative game on thursday night, and one of the players is a traitor. And we had to find out who the traitor is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must admit that I was a little unhappy playing it especially since Evan kept on bloody insisting that I was the traitor. I AM LOYAL. EVERYONE, I AM LOYAL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was suspicious. Was it because we all did things that were dodgy? No. It was because, we were not trusting of each other. Because we were doubting each other. 只要种下怀疑的种子， 无论你的行为如何，我们都能解读成背叛的行为。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets start with talking about Ai Wen.&lt;br /&gt;- No. 1, he went to the solo quest and stayed there for 2 turns before making any action. ( Reason: he was trying to build up resources to play the quest) -- Read as: Hogging the solo quest and not doing anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-No.2, he put out Fight 1 pair and Fight 2 pair to play the quest. (Reason: he has special powers to play a big card at the end of the quest.)-- Read as: trying to lose the quest without being too obvious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets talk about our smartest player in the group, JG. [ please people, stop laughing. pay attention can.. tsk.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-His is very simple. You simply dont know whether his not-so-smart moves are the consequence of his character as the traitor or the direct result of his blurness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, now is LMR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Her special powers allowed her take a peep at the black card, and decide whether to do it or put it back on the top pile. And hey, she didnt have a Merlin card but she placed the black card as the second last card of the quest. i.e. if the next person who draws a card for that quest does not have a merlin, we lose the quest. (Her Reason: she forgot that by doing that it meant one more card to losing the quest. And it was a very very small card so she thought it was ok.) Read as: Traitor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I still dont know what i did to make people think im the traitor. Maybe cos i accused Evan. But Evan insisted that I gave out bad advice. Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for King Aurther.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-She got very annoyed and irritated when everyone kept harping on who the traitor is. LMR read that as trying to avoid being guessed.&lt;br /&gt;-She went over to the Holy grail instead of staying put to fight seige engines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, King Aurther is the traitor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story: If you dont trust, you will always attribute the person's actions in a negative way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34561906-4589954521406470209?l=pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com/feeds/4589954521406470209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34561906&amp;postID=4589954521406470209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34561906/posts/default/4589954521406470209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34561906/posts/default/4589954521406470209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com/2008/10/shadows.html' title='Shadows.'/><author><name>periwinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12125470327233621925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34561906.post-3522356349113926100</id><published>2008-10-21T23:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T23:31:40.719+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Soon soon...</title><content type='html'>I know that someone is secretly wishing that I'll quickly get my ass out of here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only have 2 things to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I am NOT being paranoid.&lt;br /&gt;2) Going! Don't be so impatient. I am leaving very soon. Tsk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34561906-3522356349113926100?l=pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com/feeds/3522356349113926100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34561906&amp;postID=3522356349113926100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34561906/posts/default/3522356349113926100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34561906/posts/default/3522356349113926100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com/2008/10/soon-soon.html' title='Soon soon...'/><author><name>periwinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12125470327233621925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34561906.post-9085194914961379103</id><published>2008-10-20T11:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T11:27:32.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone</title><content type='html'>Gone- Jack Johnson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well look at all those fancy clothes&lt;br /&gt;But these could keep us warm&lt;br /&gt;Just like those.&lt;br /&gt;And what about your soul&lt;br /&gt;Is it cold&lt;br /&gt;Is it straight from the mould&lt;br /&gt;And ready to be sold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And cars and phones and diamond rings&lt;br /&gt;Bling, bling&lt;br /&gt;Those are only removable things&lt;br /&gt;And what about your mind&lt;br /&gt;Does it shine or&lt;br /&gt;Are there things that concern you more&lt;br /&gt;Than your time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gone going&lt;br /&gt;Gone everything&lt;br /&gt;Gone give a damn&lt;br /&gt;Gone be the birds when they don’t want to sing&lt;br /&gt;Gone people&lt;br /&gt;All awkward with their things&lt;br /&gt;Gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at you out to make a deal&lt;br /&gt;You try to be appealing but you lose your appeal&lt;br /&gt;And what about those shoes you’re in today&lt;br /&gt;They’ll do no good&lt;br /&gt;On the bridges you burnt along the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re willing to sell anything&lt;br /&gt;Gone with your herd&lt;br /&gt;Leave your footprints&lt;br /&gt;And we’ll shame them with our words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gone people&lt;br /&gt;All careless and consumed&lt;br /&gt;Gone&lt;br /&gt;Gone going&lt;br /&gt;Gone everything&lt;br /&gt;Gone give a damn&lt;br /&gt;Gone be the birds if they don’t want to sing&lt;br /&gt;Gone people&lt;br /&gt;All awkward with their things&lt;br /&gt;Gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ultimately, its what is within that is so much more important than the exterior. Nothing external is lasting. Looks? Beautiful clothes? But what about beyond that? There is no point in being the prettiest person and wearing all the prettiest accessories. Because that will NEVER make you beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;华丽的装饰掩饰不了那颗丑陋的心。&lt;br /&gt;美丽的外表更隐藏不住泛滥的心机。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must admit that I have been fooled many times, and i mean many times, by how people choose to portray themselves. Some of them very high monitoring that its really difficult to see beyond. But all it takes is a little more time spent together. Just a little more. 在厉害的演员，也有失手的时候。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some people you love more and more as you get to know them better. You realize that they subtly do a lot more for people then they PROCLAIM to do. i.e. Do more than they talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some people who you slowly realize manipulate the world to maximize benefit for themselves. And they dont think it is wrong. Why should it be wrong? Everyone should fend for themselves and maximize their own happiness. They may not set out to harm others, and they may even try to minimize the harm experienced for others. But they still have no qualms about harming someone to benefit themselves. And the scary part is all the self-righteousness. That nothing is wrong! That IS THE WAY things work in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It upsets me that I take longer than I hoped to realize all these things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34561906-9085194914961379103?l=pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com/feeds/9085194914961379103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34561906&amp;postID=9085194914961379103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34561906/posts/default/9085194914961379103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34561906/posts/default/9085194914961379103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com/2008/10/gone.html' title='Gone'/><author><name>periwinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12125470327233621925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34561906.post-4042088061507724595</id><published>2008-10-17T17:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T17:43:47.664+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Attitude</title><content type='html'>Attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learnt that a person's attitude towards something or someone depends almost entirely on the cognitive and emotional appraisal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why when you like someone, everything that person does is "cute" or "funny".. no matter how dumb it actually is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And THAT is why when you are irritated with someone, there is an amazing ability to find fault with EVERYTHING he/she does. And i really mean EVERYTHING.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34561906-4042088061507724595?l=pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com/feeds/4042088061507724595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34561906&amp;postID=4042088061507724595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34561906/posts/default/4042088061507724595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34561906/posts/default/4042088061507724595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com/2008/10/attitude.html' title='Attitude'/><author><name>periwinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12125470327233621925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34561906.post-7034196717262085084</id><published>2008-10-13T23:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T23:04:28.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>one wish</title><content type='html'>As i promised you, if i had one wish, I would give it to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jiayou.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34561906-7034196717262085084?l=pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com/feeds/7034196717262085084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34561906&amp;postID=7034196717262085084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34561906/posts/default/7034196717262085084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34561906/posts/default/7034196717262085084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com/2008/10/one-wish.html' title='one wish'/><author><name>periwinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12125470327233621925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34561906.post-7265260281054675787</id><published>2008-10-13T23:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T23:03:28.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I dont wanna go there</title><content type='html'>I'm starting to see the pattern. I bet its going to happen. Thats really depressing. Anyway to stop it??? I really dont wanna go there....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34561906-7265260281054675787?l=pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com/feeds/7265260281054675787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34561906&amp;postID=7265260281054675787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34561906/posts/default/7265260281054675787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34561906/posts/default/7265260281054675787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-dont-wanna-go-there.html' title='I dont wanna go there'/><author><name>periwinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12125470327233621925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34561906.post-1095837267571954894</id><published>2008-10-12T18:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T18:42:42.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its been a week of old classmates gatherings and bumping into students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realized the importance of having someone who is able to give sound advice and able to help you clear your mind and focus on the important things in life. There will always be endless things coming your way that will attempt to distract you from your priorities. It takes not only discipline and will-power, but also timely advice and reassurance to keep you there.  Just wanted to say thanks. It really gives me a lot of comfort to hear you say stuff that confirms you understand me. I like your term "circle of care".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking a lot about the past. What things were like before. A little while before, and a long time before. Everything has changed. Honestly. Everything has changed. People have changed. For better or for worse. But nothing is stagnant. Just like what ham says, if you walk too slowly, people will scold you for holding up the workings of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new aim shall be to make myself more &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;潇洒&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://202.108.23.172/m?ct=134217728&amp;amp;tn=baidusg,%E6%BD%87%E6%B4%92%E8%B5%B0%E4%B8%80%E5%9B%9E%20%20&amp;amp;word=wma,http://www.michaelliao.com/music/qaWtrTU$.wma,,%5B%D2%B6%D9%BB%CE%C4%5D&amp;amp;si=%E4%EC%C8%F7%D7%DF%D2%BB%BB%D8;;%D2%B6%D9%BB%CE%C4;;41189;;41189&amp;amp;lm=16777216&amp;amp;sgid=2" title="请点击左键！来源网址：  http://www.michaelliao.com   请参照百度权利声明使用" onclick="return ow(event,this)" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34561906-1095837267571954894?l=pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com/feeds/1095837267571954894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34561906&amp;postID=1095837267571954894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34561906/posts/default/1095837267571954894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34561906/posts/default/1095837267571954894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-been-week-of-old-classmates.html' title=''/><author><name>periwinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12125470327233621925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34561906.post-7614565920606119166</id><published>2008-10-12T01:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T01:44:07.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shock</title><content type='html'>Life really has many unexpected turns doesnt it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very disturbed by something i found out tonight. Friend A secretly got married to Friend B. I'm not surprised they kept their r/s from the world, but im surprised that since they are already married, why keep it in the dark? It doesnt seem to make much sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the even more disturbing thought is, why am i disturbed that they are married to each other. Dont know if its cos I had no warning at all... I ALWAYS thought they were good friend. ALWAYS. So im not sure if my discomfort comes from feeling the shock, or from the fact its unconventional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shrugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*shock*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from that, too much in too short a time. Too many decisions to make. Too many things to take into consideration. Too many unknowns to try to predict. And who can I turn to?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34561906-7614565920606119166?l=pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com/feeds/7614565920606119166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34561906&amp;postID=7614565920606119166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34561906/posts/default/7614565920606119166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34561906/posts/default/7614565920606119166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com/2008/10/shock.html' title='Shock'/><author><name>periwinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12125470327233621925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34561906.post-864178615992005064</id><published>2008-10-03T23:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T23:18:25.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The world is coming to an end.</title><content type='html'>I just texted my Mum. She said that it will never happen, cos if it does, the world will come to an end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no. The world is really coming to an end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34561906-864178615992005064?l=pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com/feeds/864178615992005064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34561906&amp;postID=864178615992005064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34561906/posts/default/864178615992005064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34561906/posts/default/864178615992005064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com/2008/10/world-is-coming-to-end.html' title='The world is coming to an end.'/><author><name>periwinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12125470327233621925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34561906.post-7935386851909104296</id><published>2008-10-03T23:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T23:09:39.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Am i stupid?</title><content type='html'>Everyone says I'm stupid. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone thinks I'm dumb. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say I'm not gullible... I'm just plain dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, well done. I'm am impressed by you. Keep up the good work, Mate. U will succeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still think I'm not wrong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34561906-7935386851909104296?l=pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com/feeds/7935386851909104296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34561906&amp;postID=7935386851909104296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34561906/posts/default/7935386851909104296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34561906/posts/default/7935386851909104296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com/2008/10/am-i-stupid.html' title='Am i stupid?'/><author><name>periwinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12125470327233621925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34561906.post-3740435349913731413</id><published>2008-10-02T20:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T20:01:59.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blogging</title><content type='html'>Blogs are a great way of communication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should write every detail that happens in my life, every thought, every cognition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to my world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34561906-3740435349913731413?l=pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com/feeds/3740435349913731413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34561906&amp;postID=3740435349913731413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34561906/posts/default/3740435349913731413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34561906/posts/default/3740435349913731413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com/2008/10/blogging.html' title='blogging'/><author><name>periwinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12125470327233621925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34561906.post-1817389190184747336</id><published>2008-09-07T19:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T19:28:40.515+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Equation</title><content type='html'>I was afraid that if I were to buy this bag, you wont want to be my friend anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But.....&lt;br /&gt;I still decide to go ahead and buy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.....&lt;br /&gt;I do everything i can to keep it from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because.......&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid that you will be angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end.....&lt;br /&gt;You are angry with me because i didnt tell you that i bought it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And......&lt;br /&gt;Now you dont want to be my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But......&lt;br /&gt;Am i surprised? I might be surprised becos i didnt expect you to be THAT angry over me keeping it from you, but surely right from the beginning, when I chose to buy the bag, I had already calculated that I would lose you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So even though it happened for different reasons, I knew it would have happened, right from the very beginning. But i went ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If YOU can solve this equation, let me know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34561906-1817389190184747336?l=pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com/feeds/1817389190184747336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34561906&amp;postID=1817389190184747336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34561906/posts/default/1817389190184747336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34561906/posts/default/1817389190184747336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com/2008/09/equation.html' title='The Equation'/><author><name>periwinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12125470327233621925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34561906.post-8031260507501339825</id><published>2008-07-18T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T23:12:47.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It wasnt me...</title><content type='html'>If you think you saw me over the last 2 days, it wasnt me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34561906-8031260507501339825?l=pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com/feeds/8031260507501339825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34561906&amp;postID=8031260507501339825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34561906/posts/default/8031260507501339825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34561906/posts/default/8031260507501339825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com/2008/07/it-wasnt-me.html' title='It wasnt me...'/><author><name>periwinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12125470327233621925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34561906.post-8103902738388047709</id><published>2008-06-22T20:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T20:10:40.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Believe me Honey, they have no clue.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34561906-8103902738388047709?l=pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com/feeds/8103902738388047709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34561906&amp;postID=8103902738388047709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34561906/posts/default/8103902738388047709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34561906/posts/default/8103902738388047709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com/2008/06/believe-me-honey-they-have-no-clue.html' title=''/><author><name>periwinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12125470327233621925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34561906.post-1494838726763007314</id><published>2008-06-16T20:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T20:21:19.697+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Accommodation Request</title><content type='html'>I opened up my email today and found an email that said "Thank you for requesting rooms. The room is available on the dates you have requested." And it was clearly Italian and it was for 6th December 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG. I did this request 2 yrs ago. But i must have typed in the year wrongly.  And I am amazed by:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) My own scatter-brain-ness. Wrong by one yr is bad, wrong by 2 yrs... first time i hear.&lt;br /&gt;2) The system actually kept my request for 2 whole years?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Amazed-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34561906-1494838726763007314?l=pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com/feeds/1494838726763007314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34561906&amp;postID=1494838726763007314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34561906/posts/default/1494838726763007314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34561906/posts/default/1494838726763007314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com/2008/06/accommodation-request.html' title='Accommodation Request'/><author><name>periwinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12125470327233621925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34561906.post-7500709779260734874</id><published>2008-06-01T01:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T02:07:21.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>长大后，似乎沾沾自喜，暗暗难过和偷偷掉眼泪多了许多。。。&lt;br /&gt;狂笑声，号啕大哭都去了哪里？&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34561906-7500709779260734874?l=pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com/feeds/7500709779260734874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34561906&amp;postID=7500709779260734874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34561906/posts/default/7500709779260734874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34561906/posts/default/7500709779260734874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>periwinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12125470327233621925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34561906.post-7304140653680260114</id><published>2008-05-11T22:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T22:11:13.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shoot me</title><content type='html'>I'm SO sure that one day, we are both going to look back and regret all this childish crap. If i'm wrong, you can shoot me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34561906-7304140653680260114?l=pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com/feeds/7304140653680260114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34561906&amp;postID=7304140653680260114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34561906/posts/default/7304140653680260114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34561906/posts/default/7304140653680260114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com/2008/05/shoot-me.html' title='Shoot me'/><author><name>periwinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12125470327233621925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34561906.post-3086363972268612138</id><published>2008-05-01T00:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T00:51:32.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'>its all over</title><content type='html'>I cant be any happier that its all over. For some reason, i dun feel super happy. Hmmm. im conflicted. It wasnt a great paper, but im jus glad it is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The agenda from now on shall be.... games, games, games, games..........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34561906-3086363972268612138?l=pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com/feeds/3086363972268612138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34561906&amp;postID=3086363972268612138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34561906/posts/default/3086363972268612138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34561906/posts/default/3086363972268612138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com/2008/05/its-all-over.html' title='its all over'/><author><name>periwinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12125470327233621925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34561906.post-5584792365626406905</id><published>2008-04-29T01:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T01:39:07.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34561906-5584792365626406905?l=pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com/feeds/5584792365626406905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34561906&amp;postID=5584792365626406905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34561906/posts/default/5584792365626406905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34561906/posts/default/5584792365626406905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com/2008/04/happy-birthday.html' title='happy birthday'/><author><name>periwinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12125470327233621925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34561906.post-96217400057327667</id><published>2008-04-28T13:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T13:54:48.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching up with you</title><content type='html'>Its been a long time since we last spoke. To think we use to spend so much time together talking, eating, laughing... It was really nice to catch up again. And u're right. I miss those days of being able to sit around and sip tea/coffee... And i am super happy to hear that you have come to accept tea as a lovely drink and not look down upon it like the poor sister of coffee.... =) There are many other nice teas other than Earl Grey you know... =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope to see you soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34561906-96217400057327667?l=pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com/feeds/96217400057327667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34561906&amp;postID=96217400057327667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34561906/posts/default/96217400057327667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34561906/posts/default/96217400057327667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com/2008/04/catching-up-with-you.html' title='Catching up with you'/><author><name>periwinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12125470327233621925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34561906.post-3180094067916318922</id><published>2008-04-25T21:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T21:17:03.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You Card</title><content type='html'>If there is one thing i liked about being in UK is that nice cards are easy to find! I remember spending hours and hours browsing and looking at cards and postcards!!! They had such nice, cute colorful cards..... and some of them were amazingly funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i've spent the last 2 weeks trying to hunt for a nice "Thank You" card. Ok, liar. I have spent 2 weeks procrastinating the need to buy the card, but occasionally popping in to card shops to have a look. All of them are hideous. Cant even close one eye and buy. Goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today, after work, i went to scout of my card again. And as usual, all the cards looked horrible! But the saving grace was that I did see a really cute card that i bought for a friend! I thought its really funny.... and lea agreed.. So.. i bought the card! And guess what.. i stil dont have a Thank You card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i dont get it within the next one week, I should just drop the idea. A super belated thank you is really no genuine thank you.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34561906-3180094067916318922?l=pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com/feeds/3180094067916318922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34561906&amp;postID=3180094067916318922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34561906/posts/default/3180094067916318922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34561906/posts/default/3180094067916318922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com/2008/04/thank-you-card.html' title='Thank You Card'/><author><name>periwinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12125470327233621925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34561906.post-8478607369603555538</id><published>2008-04-06T17:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T17:01:50.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'>too busy to blog</title><content type='html'>Too busy playing to blog. =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34561906-8478607369603555538?l=pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com/feeds/8478607369603555538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34561906&amp;postID=8478607369603555538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34561906/posts/default/8478607369603555538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34561906/posts/default/8478607369603555538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com/2008/04/too-busy-to-blog.html' title='too busy to blog'/><author><name>periwinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12125470327233621925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34561906.post-6122548830551007427</id><published>2008-03-21T18:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T18:30:07.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm poor....</title><content type='html'>Amazon is robbing me of my time and money. =(  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;救命啊！&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34561906-6122548830551007427?l=pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com/feeds/6122548830551007427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34561906&amp;postID=6122548830551007427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34561906/posts/default/6122548830551007427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34561906/posts/default/6122548830551007427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com/2008/03/im-poor.html' title='I&apos;m poor....'/><author><name>periwinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12125470327233621925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34561906.post-4566415828264827982</id><published>2008-03-19T00:36:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T11:04:59.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'>amazon books that arrived in a sack!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I was very happy to hear that my amazon books have arrived! I ran down to the door and .... my books came in a SACK. Is that possible. Well done to US postal! They did it! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179123477825902850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mY46v8njG7I/R9_xXOey2QI/AAAAAAAAAfE/DJTtBlf9gmE/s320/P3180207.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And what made me even more mad..... When i opened up the sack, the condition of the box... Please take a look. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179124560157661458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mY46v8njG7I/R9_yWOey2RI/AAAAAAAAAfM/oLkRrikBKAE/s320/P3180203.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isnt it amazing that they manage to srew it up this badly??? And yes, some of my books are dented.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is definitely Roll Eye- worthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34561906-4566415828264827982?l=pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com/feeds/4566415828264827982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34561906&amp;postID=4566415828264827982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34561906/posts/default/4566415828264827982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34561906/posts/default/4566415828264827982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com/2008/03/amazon-books-that-arrived-in-sack.html' title='amazon books that arrived in a sack!'/><author><name>periwinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12125470327233621925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mY46v8njG7I/R9_xXOey2QI/AAAAAAAAAfE/DJTtBlf9gmE/s72-c/P3180207.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34561906.post-2753844076599457985</id><published>2008-02-21T01:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T01:18:10.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'>(i dont want to be) Away from her</title><content type='html'>So much reduced to a diagnosis of DAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dementia (Alzheimers type).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a bit of an overdose for me today. Work in the morning was all about dementia, film at night was depressingly about dementia. We managed to catch the last screening on the last day of the film-- Away from her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There seems to be so much to take away from the film, i dont know what to emphasize on. Dementia robs its victim ruthlessly. It is painful to be the one suffering, but in my opinion, more painful to be the caregiver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"when you marry someone, you think u'll live right to the end with the person. But, its really not the case."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does it mean to love? And how do you love someone who doesnt remember you anymore. Well, he did it very well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They shld definitely screen this during any class they teach abt dementia. (chuck the one abt daisies and songs and brides.. i dun even remember wat its abt).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34561906-2753844076599457985?l=pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com/feeds/2753844076599457985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34561906&amp;postID=2753844076599457985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34561906/posts/default/2753844076599457985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34561906/posts/default/2753844076599457985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-dont-want-to-be-away-from-her.html' title='(i dont want to be) Away from her'/><author><name>periwinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12125470327233621925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34561906.post-6736047319124595551</id><published>2008-02-05T02:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T02:47:05.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My wonder medicine!</title><content type='html'>To: The Grandmaster Xian Gu,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a part of me that hates that I'm so predictable in front of you. But every single other part of me shouts:"What will i do without u"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope u enjoyed laughing at me today. U dun get the chance very often, so U better appreciate it. =X As u noe, i'm not someone who knows how to say nice things, or show appreciation and all that kind of stuff, but... U're my wonder medicine! =) I hope i didnt make u late in meet JM today. Say sorry to him for borrowing his gf! HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And... blah blah blah. U forgot all the information that transpired today. U only remember the food, and the music which was both locality and temporally appropriate....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall not sign off as Mo Gu. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34561906-6736047319124595551?l=pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com/feeds/6736047319124595551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34561906&amp;postID=6736047319124595551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34561906/posts/default/6736047319124595551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34561906/posts/default/6736047319124595551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-wonder-medicine.html' title='My wonder medicine!'/><author><name>periwinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12125470327233621925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34561906.post-7163206678500452456</id><published>2008-01-14T16:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T16:44:27.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'>self perpetuating neglect.</title><content type='html'>Every time i lose my patience, i regret it after that. Even though i just walked away. But i regret just walking away. And no, i dont 可怜你。I do it only because I think it will make u happy. Becoz i think i should let u decide for urself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've has 2 conversations about how accommodating people end up suffering neglect. Once with Pk, one with F. I've got identity crisis. Its never too late to change. Neglect is self perpetuating. Change, before its too late.... or maybe, its really too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But im still very very very very very very thankful for all my friends. (OK, most of my friends)... hahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time for bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34561906-7163206678500452456?l=pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com/feeds/7163206678500452456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34561906&amp;postID=7163206678500452456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34561906/posts/default/7163206678500452456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34561906/posts/default/7163206678500452456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com/2008/01/self-perpetuating-neglect.html' title='self perpetuating neglect.'/><author><name>periwinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12125470327233621925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34561906.post-5217633330720441873</id><published>2008-01-08T13:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T13:53:13.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wat is the big deal about studying psychology??</title><content type='html'>I feel dehumanized by my course of study. So wats the big deal if u study psychology? so all the things u see.. all the things u do.. all the things u say.. are all psychology motivated? Can Elizabeth not have an interest in something? Why must it be the psychologist in elizabeth? I dont think im making sense. but look here ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I will not do any counselling or Behavior modification on you, unless u pay me. SO STOP saying "Dont counsel me!"&lt;br /&gt;2) I do not psychoanalyse everyone person that crosses my visual field.&lt;br /&gt;3) The psychologist in Elizabeth does not speak, unless paid. So dont say "ah... the psychologist is speaking".&lt;br /&gt;4) I am not interested in recruiting anyone for any study. Pls stop telling me abt ur friends who u think make case studies. Im not interested.&lt;br /&gt;5) When i say something that makes sense, dont say "yah la. ppl who study psychology will know how to answer". If u think so, pls ask someone else who studies psychology.&lt;br /&gt;6) I am not a useful friend to make. I will not see any of my friends as patients in the future. So stop saying "friend got discount anot?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am i so irritated?? I dunno. the thought suddenly struck me today when i was in the car.. and i got very very annoyed. Wats the big deal abt studying psychology??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im not in a bad mood by the way. HAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34561906-5217633330720441873?l=pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com/feeds/5217633330720441873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34561906&amp;postID=5217633330720441873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34561906/posts/default/5217633330720441873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34561906/posts/default/5217633330720441873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com/2008/01/wat-is-big-deal-about-studying.html' title='Wat is the big deal about studying psychology??'/><author><name>periwinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12125470327233621925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34561906.post-8100603560953377602</id><published>2008-01-01T06:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T06:26:22.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sisterly love</title><content type='html'>Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its one of those things you've got to see to believe. The existence of this elusive construct has always been contentious. Now, I'm finally convinced. I've witness the existence of love, between 2 sisters. A love so strong....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a composite age of 150, these 2 sisters spend every bit of time they have together. They talk, laugh, repeat their stories, laugh again.... The symphony of their laughter precedes their harmonic snoring at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The decision to make this trip is the best decision i've made in my life, and is the best gift i could ever give to her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34561906-8100603560953377602?l=pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com/feeds/8100603560953377602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34561906&amp;postID=8100603560953377602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34561906/posts/default/8100603560953377602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34561906/posts/default/8100603560953377602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com/2008/01/sisterly-love.html' title='Sisterly love'/><author><name>periwinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12125470327233621925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34561906.post-5637242742422190887</id><published>2007-11-30T01:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T11:04:59.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Luo Sheng Men</title><content type='html'>Guess what i found in my pile of rubbish?? &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138315892124777586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mY46v8njG7I/R073FHXXfHI/AAAAAAAAAe8/nEf_exPDP8Q/s320/PB300405.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was 2003. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34561906-5637242742422190887?l=pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com/feeds/5637242742422190887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34561906&amp;postID=5637242742422190887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34561906/posts/default/5637242742422190887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34561906/posts/default/5637242742422190887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com/2007/11/luo-sheng-men.html' title='Luo Sheng Men'/><author><name>periwinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12125470327233621925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mY46v8njG7I/R073FHXXfHI/AAAAAAAAAe8/nEf_exPDP8Q/s72-c/PB300405.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34561906.post-4759237244743939472</id><published>2007-11-29T00:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T00:42:23.764+08:00</updated><title type='text'>goodbye my love.</title><content type='html'>You were never mine. But u did come close to being mine. And today, i've kissed you goodbye. Goodbye my love. It hurts to let you go... We were never meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no, its not a guy nor a girl.... Unfortunately. So stop guessing...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34561906-4759237244743939472?l=pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com/feeds/4759237244743939472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34561906&amp;postID=4759237244743939472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34561906/posts/default/4759237244743939472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34561906/posts/default/4759237244743939472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com/2007/11/goodbye-my-love.html' title='goodbye my love.'/><author><name>periwinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12125470327233621925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34561906.post-3122638867669010548</id><published>2007-11-27T11:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T11:41:06.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>如果手里一直抓住过去， 怎能掌握未来？？？&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34561906-3122638867669010548?l=pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com/feeds/3122638867669010548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34561906&amp;postID=3122638867669010548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34561906/posts/default/3122638867669010548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34561906/posts/default/3122638867669010548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com/2007/11/blog-post_27.html' title=''/><author><name>periwinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12125470327233621925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34561906.post-5503173787686566136</id><published>2007-11-24T18:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T18:14:02.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its not worth it</title><content type='html'>I'm almost hoping for a reason to say, "Its all not worth it".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34561906-5503173787686566136?l=pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com/feeds/5503173787686566136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34561906&amp;postID=5503173787686566136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34561906/posts/default/5503173787686566136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34561906/posts/default/5503173787686566136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com/2007/11/its-not-worth-it.html' title='Its not worth it'/><author><name>periwinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12125470327233621925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34561906.post-4609331032646864624</id><published>2007-11-22T01:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T01:19:00.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'>announcement</title><content type='html'>I just made an announcement to my family. Everyone (excluding the cool dad) clapped. After clapping, Er quickly used his fingers to hold his eye balls in place and said  *ouch*... (learns fast doesnt he.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will learn driving next year. =)  Dear humans, animals and plants, please beware.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34561906-4609331032646864624?l=pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com/feeds/4609331032646864624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34561906&amp;postID=4609331032646864624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34561906/posts/default/4609331032646864624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34561906/posts/default/4609331032646864624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com/2007/11/announcement.html' title='announcement'/><author><name>periwinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12125470327233621925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34561906.post-8160879734555164985</id><published>2007-11-21T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T23:51:35.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'>200th post!</title><content type='html'>I've been resisting the temptation to blog becoz of the silliest corniest reason ever. This is the 200th post! *screams shouts cheers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been spending the last 2 days at somewhere.. cool. haha. my parents and bros are all very tickeled actually. They think its impossible that they accommodate us. =) I got 2 pretty girls with me.. of coz no problem lah hor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lea says: Guys are either good friends or good boyfriends.. they are stupid creatures that can only fit into one category.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HHQ ah.. u mus jia you okay. im not sure which category u are in.. but well.. she sounds.. resentful. hahahahahahahhahahahha..... (i better go into hiding).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But well my dear lea, some guys fall into the third category. None of the above. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling sick.. i think im having lavendar tea poisoning. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34561906-8160879734555164985?l=pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com/feeds/8160879734555164985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34561906&amp;postID=8160879734555164985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34561906/posts/default/8160879734555164985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34561906/posts/default/8160879734555164985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com/2007/11/200th-post.html' title='200th post!'/><author><name>periwinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12125470327233621925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34561906.post-8177315478736051993</id><published>2007-11-13T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T00:07:50.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its all a facade..... I cant handle it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34561906-8177315478736051993?l=pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com/feeds/8177315478736051993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34561906&amp;postID=8177315478736051993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34561906/posts/default/8177315478736051993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34561906/posts/default/8177315478736051993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com/2007/11/its-all-facade.html' title=''/><author><name>periwinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12125470327233621925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34561906.post-7356021633453896531</id><published>2007-11-10T03:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T04:07:22.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i should live in a cave.</title><content type='html'>I need to live in a cave all by myself. Even at 4am, there are human distractions in the house. Its great to have brothers, except when.. u need to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But... i still like my brothers. =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34561906-7356021633453896531?l=pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com/feeds/7356021633453896531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34561906&amp;postID=7356021633453896531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34561906/posts/default/7356021633453896531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34561906/posts/default/7356021633453896531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-should-live-in-cave.html' title='i should live in a cave.'/><author><name>periwinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12125470327233621925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34561906.post-105804659671464467</id><published>2007-11-07T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T23:10:38.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>好心痛。。。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34561906-105804659671464467?l=pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com/feeds/105804659671464467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34561906&amp;postID=105804659671464467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34561906/posts/default/105804659671464467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34561906/posts/default/105804659671464467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com/2007/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>periwinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12125470327233621925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34561906.post-4174182409162131368</id><published>2007-11-06T18:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T19:08:36.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'>clinical neuro presentation</title><content type='html'>If there is one thing I can get out of his class, it gives me time to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been another mad nut week.. Why huh?!? Had counselling presentation last week, which.. really isnt anything bah. I dont think anyone really gave a damm abt it. Everyone jus wanted to get over n done with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was clinical presentation today! Yeee... so exciting. This morning i was rushing around to get dressed and when i was ready, i laughed so loudly my dad came to my room to ask if  i was okay! My entire family rolled their eyes at me this morning. =(    I wore ACJC uniform for presentation today... but i think it went quite well, and i was quite happy. We all enjoyed ourselves!!! Thanks to Dr Ditsy Wong and my classmate Tsin! PICTURES PICTURES!!! (coming soon!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ikea meatballs and chicken wings. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a busy weekend for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th of nov: Its been a year. We all miss him. I miss him. This year really really flew past. There are some things that we do forget. But there are lots of memories that are deeply encoded, safely stored and easily retrieved. I really miss you. I really do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5th of nov: Happy Birthday Old Mum! =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34561906-4174182409162131368?l=pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com/feeds/4174182409162131368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34561906&amp;postID=4174182409162131368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34561906/posts/default/4174182409162131368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34561906/posts/default/4174182409162131368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com/2007/11/clinical-neuro-presentation.html' title='clinical neuro presentation'/><author><name>periwinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12125470327233621925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34561906.post-3738915023271711897</id><published>2007-10-29T17:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T18:02:44.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Both are forms of like, but are different constructs</title><content type='html'>I thought i should just make it clear that in the previous post, i was not referring to myself. I just felt its impt that i clarify in case people mistake the wrong people for being bastards. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, this last 2.5 weeks has been crazy. I'm really kinda drained and burnt out. I just wanna get it over and done with, and i REALLY REALLY WANT STARS. I know the pain of not having stars, I dont mind if not everything has got stars, but at least, give me some useful stars can??? Pls pls pls. I;m thinking, maybe there isnt anything i want more than this. Not even the grant. I have the experience of being "wu xing xing", and i really dont hope to go thru that pain again. I will cry very loudly, and really really cry if no stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was talking to someone about crying today. He says he hasnt cried for at least 5 yrs. *shocked* How scary is that. He asked me wat's there to cry about. -- erm.. lots of things? The conclusion was that he says, "Maybe there just isnt anything i really care about that much, enough to make me cry at least."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a discussion with Ai Wen and Tsin today, I told them that i think that the like for a friend, and the like for a partner/other half/bf/ gf, are 2 totally different constructs. i.e. the 2 types of likes are qualitatively different, and not just a mere difference in intensity. So Ai wen asked me "then how to explain people who fall for their friends, or gd friends becoming lovers?" --&gt; this has always been something that confused me. I NEVER understood how that could happen. How could u one moment like this person as a friend, and then suddenly like him in another way? I understand all the thing about sexual tension between platonic friends, but i sort of feel that it might be due to just simply the wiring of humans rather than actually liking the person in that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This does not mean i advocate love at first sight. For me, mentally, there are 4 baskets. 1) Friends  2) Possibles   3) Pending  4) Get lost. When u first get to know someone, they go into the pending basket first. Depending on the amount of interaction, that will determine how fast he/she is basketed. And just in case u were wondering, my get lost basket is quite large (muhahaha!). If u're wondering whether u're in the get lost basket, u prob are. =P   going on, if they are classified as friends, then i cant see how they can jump the basket to become possibles in the first place. Like i say, the r/s is qualitatively different, so how can change? i think its not like "energetics" and its not like u pass a certain threshold, u like as a friend enough to like as a lover. *scratches head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rather, i'm wondering whether there must be some life changing event to cause this change in classification?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this leads on to what i always advocate that when ppl break up, they need to re-learn how to be friends. I dont mean re-learn things about each other. I mean re-learn how to interact and all. Its not just bringing down the intensity of the relationship, like not being as nice or as loving. Its a totally different interaction. Thus, i conclude, they are 2 different constructs. but then again, these 2 constructs might have some sort of correlation that we can only determine through exploratory factor analysis, which i dun understand and dun give a damm abt. (I'm trying to bring in something too, since Tsin used Guttman scale. i cannot lose. haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The disclaimer i have is that, there might be individual differences in this. So this might be the case for me, and not the case for others. Pls feel free to comment. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34561906-3738915023271711897?l=pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com/feeds/3738915023271711897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34561906&amp;postID=3738915023271711897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34561906/posts/default/3738915023271711897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34561906/posts/default/3738915023271711897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com/2007/10/both-are-forms-of-like-but-are.html' title='Both are forms of like, but are different constructs'/><author><name>periwinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12125470327233621925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34561906.post-3262187878287615543</id><published>2007-10-20T17:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T18:23:01.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Watch out.</title><content type='html'>A good guy would never speak poorly of his ex-girlfriend. In fact, no one should speak poorly about their past relationships. So dear ladies, if your bf complains a lot about his ex-gf, worse still current gf, or speaks badly of her and says terrible things about her, WATCH OUT. You have no idea what he says about you behind your back, or what he would say about you when u eventually become past tense. Think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before pointing your finger at someone else, think about whether you've been mislead into thinking that there was a problem and you are not the cause of it. I'm not saying you are the cause of it, i'm saying you should reconsider whether u've been mislead. You been made to think that there was already a problem and that it was only normal that he turned to you because he was facing so much problems. But while all that was happening, his gf thought that all was dandy and they were talking about THEIR future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is probably the last time i'm gonna blog about this, becoz obviously there is no more meaning to it anyway. But really, think about whether you can trust a guy who obviously lies to both parties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live, and let live.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34561906-3262187878287615543?l=pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com/feeds/3262187878287615543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34561906&amp;postID=3262187878287615543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34561906/posts/default/3262187878287615543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34561906/posts/default/3262187878287615543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com/2007/10/watch-out.html' title='Watch out.'/><author><name>periwinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12125470327233621925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34561906.post-3664312768364207772</id><published>2007-10-18T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T22:10:17.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Data collection</title><content type='html'>Its been a really really rough week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On monday, a huge bomb fell on my lap. It caught me totally off guard, and until now, i still dont get what their problem is. I spoke to some friends, who just threw me tons of vulgarities and told me that those guys were nuts. And so all i could do was to wait, and wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday night was awfully long. I lay in bed all night, with my eyes wide open. Thinking through how this happened, and then trying to concentrate on my paradiagm. Finally, in the morning, i decided, no matter wat happens, we'll try to do well for the first school. Easier said then done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday: Collection went fine. Was really really really nice going into classes again. Kids keep me sane. Adults drive me abosolutely nuts. Had MW in the evening, which obviously didnt help the mood at all. Pls tell me which bloody lecturer makes his students reveal private info infront of the entire LT. So much for earning 10k. And sorry to u guys. I really just.. zonked out during the last 20 mins of the meeting. I was trying so hard to understand wat evan was saying but then, jus couldnt register. And i realized i was incoherent after saying 3 lines and everyone shook their head at me. Gomen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday: The wait got really painful. Kept busy with the next school, but really, its just, terrible. Spoke to N and supportive as he always is, gave me the green light. Felt a lot better but just.. started to feel very numb already. My email came in at 5.51pm. I refused to reply. Why should I? I'm suppose to feel happy, or relieved. But really. Numbed. Dont feel anything. Just want to get over and done with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: 2 Schools. Tired. Had a taste of how a really screwy teacher can make kids rebel for the sake of rebelling. But im really thankful to all the kids of the help. They are really really nice kids. -- I need a break---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tml: Collection again. Drama night? or Adv Ab. Dont think that SC will realize im not there right?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one big thank you to my dearest friends. Thanks for putting up with me and my endless moodswings (Cows, my moodswings is coz ppl wanna swing me ok), for offering to drive me ard, for words of comfort, for endless understanding that im caught up in IT again. One more week okay? *blush*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34561906-3664312768364207772?l=pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com/feeds/3664312768364207772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34561906&amp;postID=3664312768364207772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34561906/posts/default/3664312768364207772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34561906/posts/default/3664312768364207772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com/2007/10/data-collection.html' title='Data collection'/><author><name>periwinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12125470327233621925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34561906.post-3018605783316582629</id><published>2007-10-15T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T21:31:37.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no dreams</title><content type='html'>So much for having big dreams, so much for being excited. I should just sleep, and not think about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34561906-3018605783316582629?l=pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com/feeds/3018605783316582629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34561906&amp;postID=3018605783316582629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34561906/posts/default/3018605783316582629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34561906/posts/default/3018605783316582629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com/2007/10/no-dreams.html' title='no dreams'/><author><name>periwinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12125470327233621925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34561906.post-8369267320719488897</id><published>2007-10-13T13:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T13:39:55.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There is good in the world</title><content type='html'>I think what we lack is really more stories that reflect the goodness of people. Maybe i should start reading Chicken Soup for the soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just saw the video on the post secret site, and a guy took a post card that says "I know she's not mine" and wrote behind it "I love her anyways". It took my slow brain a while to realize he was referring to a baby. *my gosh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is good in the world, its just always always easier to see the terrible things. Lets all open our eyes and heart to the good things around us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When's the last time you counted your blessings?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34561906-8369267320719488897?l=pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com/feeds/8369267320719488897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34561906&amp;postID=8369267320719488897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34561906/posts/default/8369267320719488897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34561906/posts/default/8369267320719488897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com/2007/10/there-is-good-in-world.html' title='There is good in the world'/><author><name>periwinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12125470327233621925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34561906.post-7000553531514077533</id><published>2007-10-13T00:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T11:05:00.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am GIFTED!!!</title><content type='html'>I kinda feel bad. I think i owe someone a post. So here it is okay! muhahah! *evil grinz*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is what we did "after" counselling presentation meeting. =) Gift Trap!!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120490749411358786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mY46v8njG7I/Rw-jNQJWeEI/AAAAAAAAAec/lmJDmS1iEww/s320/PA110308.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;GIFT TRAP! Who is gifted?!?! Hello, Who is gifted?!?! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I AM GIFTED! muhahahha! Winner of both rounds okay! And for some information that I promised to supply, Ms Robers does not want a Singing Buck Trophy but she would like a live deer. She would like horses and stabling and also a Man eating plant, but NOT a professional camera. *shrugs* She's definitely the most random player!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And I DONT WANT VIOLIN LESSONS! Goodness. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120492377203963986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mY46v8njG7I/Rw-ksAJWeFI/AAAAAAAAAek/qgiJUZbAh1A/s320/PA110299.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cant believe they all gave me violin lessons. Hello, i said i wish i played an instrument, doesnt mean i wanna learn okay! And i jus found out today, that lea was from MEP. woah. So impressed. I nv knew that. See, this game has got clear benefits! =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hope you like the gift dearest Tsin darling. =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Some backlogged blogging. Haha. Settlers last thursday night was really really fun. With special appearance by George and Jeremy. Strange combi, but was really really fun! 2 more converts to the list! I'm sure our future outlet will be well patronized! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Give me 2 more weeks to get everything cleared out, and then we'll do ladies night again okay! We'll get the Mr joker and Violent palms to join us again! And we can.. GIFT TRAP!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Shall not upload the pix from this outing. =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bing's birthday dinner. Service was... terrible, Food was... ok but company was great! Happy birthday dearest Bing Bing! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And this black stuff.. its Paella Negra! Hey, its black black.. but it taste FANTASTIC okay!! Seriously!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120494636356761698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mY46v8njG7I/Rw-mvgJWeGI/AAAAAAAAAes/8VoNT8IVZt8/s320/PA080280.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Weijia: We just have to learn to accept the fact that people may not like you as much as you like them.&lt;br /&gt;Liz: Yes, i've definitely learnt that.&lt;br /&gt;Weijia: You've definitely made a lot of people learn that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Are u happy?? This is what you wanted to see right!! *bleah*- &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120495057263556722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mY46v8njG7I/Rw-nIAJWeHI/AAAAAAAAAe0/IxGxGrZjTuE/s320/PA080286.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34561906-7000553531514077533?l=pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com/feeds/7000553531514077533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34561906&amp;postID=7000553531514077533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34561906/posts/default/7000553531514077533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34561906/posts/default/7000553531514077533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-am-gifted.html' title='I am GIFTED!!!'/><author><name>periwinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12125470327233621925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mY46v8njG7I/Rw-jNQJWeEI/AAAAAAAAAec/lmJDmS1iEww/s72-c/PA110308.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34561906.post-8557189667013131699</id><published>2007-10-12T13:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T13:14:15.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'>quote of yesterday</title><content type='html'>Im in a mad rush to go send my PIS. But i just needed to say this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of yesterday, by Mr Evan: "Guys cant take sexual infidelity, Girls cant take anything."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U rawk la, Ai wen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34561906-8557189667013131699?l=pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com/feeds/8557189667013131699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34561906&amp;postID=8557189667013131699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34561906/posts/default/8557189667013131699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34561906/posts/default/8557189667013131699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com/2007/10/quote-of-yesterday.html' title='quote of yesterday'/><author><name>periwinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12125470327233621925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34561906.post-7816307241119679134</id><published>2007-10-11T10:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T10:24:18.201+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Well done, Elizabeth</title><content type='html'>I asked for it. All this trouble, all this crap. I asked for it. I cant blame anyone. So, i shall blame myself. Well done Elizabeth. Good job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, its jus gonna be 2 more days. Whatever is not settled by Friday would not be in time. So i can just forget it. Why would i give a shit about consent? I honestly dont give a damm AT ALL. AT ALL. I just want my data, and i dont care if they like it or not. So dont say "If you insist". Coz i really dont actually care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U have no idea how sick and tired i feel. I really had enough. I'm sick of compulsively checking my bloody nus mail and i'm just sick of dreaming every night abt how to get it done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well done, Elizabeth!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34561906-7816307241119679134?l=pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com/feeds/7816307241119679134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34561906&amp;postID=7816307241119679134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34561906/posts/default/7816307241119679134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34561906/posts/default/7816307241119679134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com/2007/10/well-done-elizabeth.html' title='Well done, Elizabeth'/><author><name>periwinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12125470327233621925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34561906.post-980480638241837226</id><published>2007-10-07T16:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T17:14:21.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'>INFIDELITY</title><content type='html'>INFIDELITY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always had strong views about people being infidel. I've seen cases of how families break up and lives fall apart because of sexual indiscretion. Sexual indiscretion, nice name for a shameless activity. But do you know what can be worse? Double whammy! Cheat on your partner and sleep with someone else's partner! No shame no shame. They have no heart for how their partner (i dont mean sexual partner, but their supposed-to-be- other half) feels and obviously had spared no thought for the fact that their sleeping with someone else's bf/gf. No shame, no shame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before i continue, i strongly suggest, that if you belong to this particular category of persons, please click the big red X on the top right corner of the window. I dont think you would enjoy the rest of this post. But then again, with such limited conscience, you might not feel much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone makes mistakes. I dont deny that. But it makes a huge difference if you've obviously made a mistake and yet u're unrepentant. Sorry, i shouldnt say unrepentant. Maybe thats asking for too much. It makes a huge difference when you've obviously made a mistake and yet you dont think you have done wrong. Rationalize all you want. Think that the whole world doesnt understand you. Fine. Think that your reasons rule the world. How could u possibly sleep well at night? How could you possibly wake up every morning without a nagging feeling of shamelessness? No shame no shame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen cases of husbands giving their wives STDs. How could u forgive yourself for that? How could you??? And dont smile. Dont think, "well, i didnt." its more like "i havent".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen cases of wives that have gone through the tough times with their husbands and what they get in the end, is their husband finding them naggy and enjoying their time with other women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of coz, there are also cases of women who have cheated on their husbands, spotting reasons like, neglect. Hello lady, would you like a husband who doesnt care two hoots about his work and spends his days sleeping at home and lazing ard? That is no reason. You are lonely? Big deal. Find something to do with ur life please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As always, it doesnt mean if you've done wrong, there is no way to redeem yourself but 不要一错再错..... 千万要带眼识人！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dear young girls, as you are reading this, i honestly wish that you will remember that life is not about just making yourself happy. The world doesnt revolve around you and only you. Before doing anything, consider whether the repercussions would hurt the people around you. Put urselves in the shoes of others. Take pride in what you do and who you are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34561906-980480638241837226?l=pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com/feeds/980480638241837226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34561906&amp;postID=980480638241837226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34561906/posts/default/980480638241837226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34561906/posts/default/980480638241837226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com/2007/10/infidelity.html' title='INFIDELITY'/><author><name>periwinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12125470327233621925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34561906.post-8684851266028284064</id><published>2007-10-06T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T11:05:01.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random photos</title><content type='html'>Havent blogged for more than a week. Busy mah... Tsk tsk. ok. here it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monday: Psychometrics test. (No comments) =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Xm and Sc ROM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wedding dinner &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118207549091772386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mY46v8njG7I/RweGpgJWd-I/AAAAAAAAAds/FIrnhn5WNt8/s320/PA010187.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118208365135558658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mY46v8njG7I/RweHZAJWeAI/AAAAAAAAAd8/zgG7bDSLmB4/s320/PA010172.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118207914163992562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mY46v8njG7I/RweG-wJWd_I/AAAAAAAAAd0/PtfvSO-X8Ts/s320/PA010175.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Well, being me, i have a lot to say and criticise when it comes to weddings. HAHA. But honestly, i really loved this wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) Make up that made her look pretty and not thick layers of colour plastered onto the face. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) Elegant and simple wedding dress. (gosh, i feel an urge to upload photos of other brides i saw that day. oh goodness. i can faint)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) Small wedding dinner. Intimate occasion for close family and friends. Not a whole bunch of people whom you hardly know or rather "protocol invites". Gosh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here's wishing Xm and Sc 永结同心！&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And as for the rest, just random photos from quite sometime ago. All the gatherings. And sorry guys, i know my timing very ma fan and i know i pung seh alot of times. Many apologies okay. Promise u all next yr will be better. =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                         31/02 Gathering. Gosh, when was the last one man?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118210345115482130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mY46v8njG7I/RweJMQJWeBI/AAAAAAAAAeE/wcSd0JmQhyg/s320/P8260147.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                  Wei wei and friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118211491871750178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mY46v8njG7I/RweKPAJWeCI/AAAAAAAAAeM/-YjUCAiZ3Ds/s320/P7280135.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                              02S61&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                HAHA! YY, u see. All those 稀客 reported leh! CCL, KH,TZ, YH! amazing hor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118211968613120050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mY46v8njG7I/RweKqwJWeDI/AAAAAAAAAeU/NPMWLfEgois/s320/19082007039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this is photos from last 2 months bah. Ok. Shall continue another time. No inspiration to blog. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34561906-8684851266028284064?l=pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com/feeds/8684851266028284064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34561906&amp;postID=8684851266028284064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34561906/posts/default/8684851266028284064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34561906/posts/default/8684851266028284064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com/2007/10/random-photos.html' title='Random photos'/><author><name>periwinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12125470327233621925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mY46v8njG7I/RweGpgJWd-I/AAAAAAAAAds/FIrnhn5WNt8/s72-c/PA010187.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34561906.post-6236409614145859895</id><published>2007-09-28T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T23:43:36.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memory</title><content type='html'>Memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always think the strongest memories are those that are emotionally charged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a recent discussion with some friends, we spoke about an event that occurred about 5 years ago. It wasnt something that i personally wasnt very emotional about. But someone close was very affected by this incident, thus the strong memory. As they were talking about how its been 5 years, and people now hardly remember. When the accident occurred, they had put in place some measures to prevent it from occurring again. But now, no one remembers again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? Is it because it wasnt something they were really upset about? It was a human life, and cognitively speaking, im sure most people mentally made a note that it was a terrible, and avoidable accident and that they should try to ensure such things dont occur again. But these cognitive notes, really dont stick long. Why do these reminders only serve such short periods of time? It takes a loss of a human life to make a short mental note that doesnt last more than a few years?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;身外物&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一段相处 一张脸谱&lt;br /&gt;生命延续靠别人记住&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;入伍退伍 都有人哭&lt;br /&gt;走或来你我都是单数&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;身体和财富 都是身外物&lt;br /&gt;都是暂时借来完成短促的演出&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;人类是住户 爱却是礼物&lt;br /&gt;哪怕无归原主&lt;br /&gt;爱也不会结束&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34561906-6236409614145859895?l=pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com/feeds/6236409614145859895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34561906&amp;postID=6236409614145859895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34561906/posts/default/6236409614145859895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34561906/posts/default/6236409614145859895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com/2007/09/memory.html' title='Memory'/><author><name>periwinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12125470327233621925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34561906.post-6719280022740882636</id><published>2007-09-28T15:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T15:20:04.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the more the merrier!</title><content type='html'>It seems that it helped after i blogged. After i published my last post, i checked my email. And yes there it was. Then my phone rang.. and yeah! again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i shall say it one more time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No come, No come. One come, two, three, four, five come!! =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34561906-6719280022740882636?l=pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com/feeds/6719280022740882636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34561906&amp;postID=6719280022740882636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34561906/posts/default/6719280022740882636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34561906/posts/default/6719280022740882636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com/2007/09/more-merrier.html' title='the more the merrier!'/><author><name>periwinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12125470327233621925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34561906.post-3478336334603774924</id><published>2007-09-28T13:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T13:16:15.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'>O level prelims</title><content type='html'>And so i decided, i shall not wait for their reply. I should just try. Afterall, i dont have the luxuary of time. I've got a gut feel its going to be like what YY always says "No come no come, one come, two three come."  haha. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its so funny that I've got kids coming up to me telling me how they did for their O level prelims. Just makes me feel very very old. As if it was all such a long time ago. =)  All the best for your O's my dear girls. Jiayou! Keep steady, and stay focused. AND DONT U dare sleep during ur exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone tell me, i shld start on psychometrics!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34561906-3478336334603774924?l=pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com/feeds/3478336334603774924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34561906&amp;postID=3478336334603774924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34561906/posts/default/3478336334603774924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34561906/posts/default/3478336334603774924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com/2007/09/o-level-prelims.html' title='O level prelims'/><author><name>periwinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12125470327233621925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34561906.post-3905920669717287135</id><published>2007-09-26T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T11:05:01.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY DAY!!!</title><content type='html'>I would really have rather u didnt reply. -yuck- &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, today was a GREAT day! Really great day. All the troubles seem to fly away! *flap flap*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm a settler's convert. =) Its been established today. I shall attempt to convert people too! Er has agreed to go too! Yipppeee yooo yoo! I just find it... quality time, bonding really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let the pictures say it all! =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                                          Halli Galli!!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114549193595660450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mY46v8njG7I/RvqHZL6HqKI/AAAAAAAAAdc/QNEnOm5EcL0/s320/IMG_0003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're all sitting on our right hand, and we can only press the bell with one finger! =) Super fun! We all cant count, cant aim and cant stop laughing!!! And on the table, is King Me! I love the way Ai wen threw the card down and said "KING ME!" muhahaha! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                                         -Happy people-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114549790596114610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mY46v8njG7I/RvqH776HqLI/AAAAAAAAAdk/fB1aaRGXsCQ/s320/IMG_0001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thanks for the wonderful day! I look at the smiles on ur faces and i know, everything is worth it. And nothing is more precious than having people who love you, and whom u love. =) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Not to mention we played this cool game... Ticket to ... ticket to what? i forgot, and i dont dare ask tsin again. =X  but its.. strategy game, building railways! i like it! =) And, to start the day perfect, was lunch at Waraku! =) Do i need to explain any further why my day was so fantastic?!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Class at night was, okay. Somewhat happy its coming to an end soon. I would really appreciate my weekday nights and saturdays back. =) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And of coz,  to end the night, my trusty friend called to ask how i was, and basically, sayang. haha. Thx dude. I know u tried and yes, i shall try to.. have faith.Busy period for u too... take care! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Happy post to break the monotony of the recent downward trend. HAHA. I feel really.. bipolar sometimes. Really. Gosh. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34561906-3905920669717287135?l=pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com/feeds/3905920669717287135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34561906&amp;postID=3905920669717287135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34561906/posts/default/3905920669717287135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34561906/posts/default/3905920669717287135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com/2007/09/happy-day.html' title='HAPPY DAY!!!'/><author><name>periwinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12125470327233621925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mY46v8njG7I/RvqHZL6HqKI/AAAAAAAAAdc/QNEnOm5EcL0/s72-c/IMG_0003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34561906.post-5455222888460580067</id><published>2007-09-25T13:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T13:21:11.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Super irritated</title><content type='html'>I seriously... just feel like... everything is screwing up. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I jumped out of bed early this morning becoz the thought that i might have something waiting for me in my email inbox was just too enticing. But i was disappointed. But nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i had to make the smartest move of the century, and now, i seem to have to answer to someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i thought, oh, well. Better drop psychometrics before i forget. and guess wat ladies and gentlemen? they wont let me drop. Minimum workload is 15 MCs. hello, 你管得也太多了吧！Its really none of your business as to how i wanna spread out my workload isnt it? Dont believe it. And for the second time this morning, someone said to me "Please write to me". They should really start charging people for recieiving emails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to scream and cry and thrash about! And whine and whine and whine. Unfortunately, i am home alone, and even if i cry my head off, no one is gonna hear. So, i shall just save my energy. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34561906-5455222888460580067?l=pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com/feeds/5455222888460580067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34561906&amp;postID=5455222888460580067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34561906/posts/default/5455222888460580067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34561906/posts/default/5455222888460580067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com/2007/09/super-irritated.html' title='Super irritated'/><author><name>periwinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12125470327233621925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34561906.post-6617019684326605942</id><published>2007-09-25T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T00:38:03.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>diamonds again!</title><content type='html'>I absolutely cant stand being late. Recently, i've been late more often then i've been early or on time. I cant stand the feeling of being so out of control of my own time. I use to be late coz the last patient at the hospital wouldnt stop rattling on.. Then i started being late becoz i got stuck in school with my students and couldnt get off as i should. And then, its even worse.. coz i compulsively check my email and it seems like everytime i am abt to step out of the house, i get an important email that i need to respond to. This is really lack of internal locus of control. Yucks. I still prefer being early, and then blaming the other ppl for being late. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayz, thank goodness the bus was nice to me, and waited, so i wasnt all that late. Met a friend for lunch. Shall not mention names. Just in case i give it away later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had an interesting talk about my recent pet topic, no no.. not school counselling. Thats my baby. haha. Its.. DIAMONDS! So here it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend heard Miss A commenting on her friends proposal ring:" Har? The diamond so small? I cant even find it man. Where? Goodness. Like that also u willing to marry him ah?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ever funny friend also comments that at 24, Miss A still can complain diamond too small. But if at 30, no diamond, also she will marry la. Muhahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My only comment is, what the big deal abt diamonds? I still dont get it!! If im a guy, and my gf complains the diamond is too small, she wont marry me.. i'll tell her, i wont marry her. And nothing will make me marry her. Who the hell wants a girl who is only interested in ur diamond? Oh my gosh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone care to enlighten me further abt diamonds? or rather, wats the big deal about diamonds?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34561906-6617019684326605942?l=pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com/feeds/6617019684326605942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34561906&amp;postID=6617019684326605942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34561906/posts/default/6617019684326605942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34561906/posts/default/6617019684326605942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com/2007/09/diamonds-again.html' title='diamonds again!'/><author><name>periwinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12125470327233621925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34561906.post-1373407424884288982</id><published>2007-09-24T10:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T10:25:39.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stupid music video</title><content type='html'>I jus wasted slightly more than 8 mins of my life watching a stupid music video. And another 4 more mins, blogging abt it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) No comments abt the guy. What is there to say? Gross.&lt;br /&gt;2) The woman in red is a s*ut.&lt;br /&gt;3) The woman in white is a dumb b*tch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i think, the name of the song is so wrong. The word 爱 should definitely be replaced with something else. Muhaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honey, tell me u agree. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34561906-1373407424884288982?l=pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com/feeds/1373407424884288982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34561906&amp;postID=1373407424884288982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34561906/posts/default/1373407424884288982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34561906/posts/default/1373407424884288982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com/2007/09/stupid-music-video.html' title='stupid music video'/><author><name>periwinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12125470327233621925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34561906.post-8822892582741528990</id><published>2007-09-23T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T11:05:02.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from KL</title><content type='html'>Was in KL for less than 24 hrs, and spent 10 hrs sleeping. Everyone stayed up to watch movies and do stuff. Only me, too tired to move. Went straight to bed. Will upload photos when the camera comes back. My parents and bros are still in KL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still feeling so sleepy from i dont know what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spoke to pauline for a bit today. Hope i didnt put funny thoughts into ur head. Basically, i thought, that i should just share it with u. Anyway, its not like other people will understand. But then again, i know u will, again and again, give the endless benefit of the doubt. Thats what makes u pauline my dear girl. But dont u worry abt me. i think u dun believe it when i told u im not hurt. Really. For the strangest reasons ever, i was mentally prepared. And honestly, i dont feel like she owes me anything. Its just.. like that. =) Quite strong hor? haha. Enjoy the company of ur family, and let me know when u're free, i'll call u okay! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess, everyone has a different definition of what is a friend. Or rather, wat are the roles of a friend. Some people expect more, some people expect less. But, most importantly, u expect more, u must be able to give more too. Cannot expect alot, but dont give much right? =) Have i convinced u again pk? =) But, the golden rule is this. U can give alot, but dont expect the same amount in return. *blink blink* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113392621385706258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mY46v8njG7I/RvZrf0rMaxI/AAAAAAAAAdU/0iSokAkS2eM/s320/IMG_0004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh.. Where is Ai Wen ning? Make sure we get a good shot this weds okay!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, im suppose to blog about "fly fly kor kor"... Wah lao. Cant believe it. All those silly young girls. Sigh... shld put up ur pix and ask my girls to comment whether they'll like a computer teacher like that! haha! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113391350075386626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mY46v8njG7I/RvZqV0rMawI/AAAAAAAAAdM/CJSkCj3ki4M/s320/Image077.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I realized, my face looks bigger than urs in this pic! U coward! Big face than big face, hide so far behind for wat?!!? Muhahahahaha! =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34561906-8822892582741528990?l=pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com/feeds/8822892582741528990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34561906&amp;postID=8822892582741528990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34561906/posts/default/8822892582741528990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34561906/posts/default/8822892582741528990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com/2007/09/back-from-kl.html' title='Back from KL'/><author><name>periwinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12125470327233621925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mY46v8njG7I/RvZrf0rMaxI/AAAAAAAAAdU/0iSokAkS2eM/s72-c/IMG_0004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34561906.post-4163697461567734462</id><published>2007-09-22T00:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T01:20:21.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Away for the weekend</title><content type='html'>A mentor once told me never to expect things from people. Having expectations of people, will only risk urself getting hurt and disappointed. Especially people who you think u've helped before, dont ever expect them to be equally helpful back to u. Coz things just dont work that way. To the dear someone that told me this, Thanks.  =)   This is prob the reason why i dont like to ask friends for help. Coz i dont wanna deal with it when they decide not to help. Scouting for schools has been tough, but i still dont wanna try this yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, I'm really relieved to see some sign of movement. Really keeping my fingers crossed. Hoping for some good news. I feel super bad.. making my entire family.. and all my friends go thru emotional turmoil with me... Thanks, u noe.. i love u all lots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, i really wish life could be simpler. If i say yes, i mean yes. If i say no, i really mean no. Why think i mean yes when i say no? Ahyohyoh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dynamics between people change all the time. And as i emphasize for the "n"th time, CHANGE IS NOT NECESSARILY BAD. In fact, more often than not, its for the better. We all jus need to learn to cope with the changing of roles. Once a teacher, now a friend. Once a lover, now a friend. U may be use to ur students speaking to u in a certain way when u're their teacher, but as a friend, u jus got to get use to them speaking to u like a friend. Its all about managing of roles right?   =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had an interesting car/dinner conversation today. Tried to call jeremy bearemy to clarify some stuff. Oh bearemy, u wld have been damm interested. U're the knowledgable one! MUhahahaha! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be away over the weekend. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34561906-4163697461567734462?l=pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com/feeds/4163697461567734462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34561906&amp;postID=4163697461567734462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34561906/posts/default/4163697461567734462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34561906/posts/default/4163697461567734462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com/2007/09/away-for-weekend.html' title='Away for the weekend'/><author><name>periwinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12125470327233621925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34561906.post-2768368648028179260</id><published>2007-09-20T18:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T18:14:28.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>settler's outing</title><content type='html'>And... go to Tsin's blog to read about the Settler's outing. MUHAHAHAHA. I just laughed my HEAD off seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I'm blessed to have you =) -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34561906-2768368648028179260?l=pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com/feeds/2768368648028179260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34561906&amp;postID=2768368648028179260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34561906/posts/default/2768368648028179260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34561906/posts/default/2768368648028179260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com/2007/09/settlers-outing.html' title='settler&apos;s outing'/><author><name>periwinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12125470327233621925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34561906.post-3207426711026715385</id><published>2007-09-20T18:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T18:04:24.651+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my cool blog</title><content type='html'>I read my last blog post, and realized i didnt state clearly that i've been hurt by my work. Ok. i thought it was obvious. anywayz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK God for GREAT friends. When i opened my blog today, i laughed so hard. It seems like my blog knows how i feel, and the wish list reads my mind. How cool is that? Bet no other blogs manage that stun! =) Thx love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of coz, there is Lea to send me strange looking pink unicorns and noise reduction headphones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then Mr Bearemy to help me link up with schools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of coz those who replied to my email and tried to help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks. Love u all deep deep. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34561906-3207426711026715385?l=pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com/feeds/3207426711026715385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34561906&amp;postID=3207426711026715385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34561906/posts/default/3207426711026715385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34561906/posts/default/3207426711026715385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-cool-blog.html' title='my cool blog'/><author><name>periwinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12125470327233621925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34561906.post-4484855420566396764</id><published>2007-09-19T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T23:17:23.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heartbroken</title><content type='html'>I once thought that loving a person wasnt reliable. So i decided, to divert my love to my work instead. I'm wrong. I've been ditched and deeply hurt. I am heartbroken.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34561906-4484855420566396764?l=pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com/feeds/4484855420566396764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34561906&amp;postID=4484855420566396764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34561906/posts/default/4484855420566396764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34561906/posts/default/4484855420566396764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com/2007/09/heartbroken.html' title='Heartbroken'/><author><name>periwinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12125470327233621925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34561906.post-463063953869571916</id><published>2007-09-19T00:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T00:32:36.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IRB says.. OK!</title><content type='html'>IRB says... GO AHEAD!  =)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i think.. i kinda... stepped on my supervisor's toes today. Not like its a big deal... haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm keeping my fingers really crosses about the schook agreeing. And guys if anyone has got contacts into the following schools, please help me! =) I will love you very very much. I'm desperate..... hahaha.  St Hilda's, Pei Hwa, Bendemeer, Loyang or yishun town sec school... I'm in need to do my data collection!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took my family to the korean place that me and fish go to quite often. I think its gonna b the last time i offer to take them to somewhere new. its too stressful. My health cannot take it. haha. We'll just stick to the old safe choices and learn to keep comments to ourselves. =X enuff said. My family still rocks and i dont know wat im talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll blog again another day. No mood to blog. Sleepy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34561906-463063953869571916?l=pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com/feeds/463063953869571916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34561906&amp;postID=463063953869571916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34561906/posts/default/463063953869571916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34561906/posts/default/463063953869571916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com/2007/09/irb-says-ok.html' title='IRB says.. OK!'/><author><name>periwinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12125470327233621925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34561906.post-3099693520034392728</id><published>2007-09-15T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T23:57:03.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dating is a process</title><content type='html'>Dating is a process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Begins when you get to know a person whom u're attracted to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dark eye ring phase:&lt;/strong&gt; from through the night phone calls....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Compulsive sms-ing:&lt;/strong&gt; Reporting strange things like where you are and what you are doing and complaining that u're hungry even though you know the person is too far away to offer you any food. But still, u just wanna tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All the movies rock:&lt;/strong&gt; Every movie on the last few pages of Life seems to be really enticing. And going out after work isnt all that tiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;重色轻友 accusation&lt;/strong&gt;: Everyone seems to be complaining that they havent seen u ard much and how u're never free for lunch and dinners except on tuesday nights because he's playing basketball with his friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Siamese Twins:&lt;/strong&gt; As the name implies, its always just the 2 of u. At this time, you're always wondering how come u never realized that the stars were so bright and the moon was so round. It seems like nothing is more important in this world, and how you wish time could just stop for the 2 of u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Weaving dreams:&lt;/strong&gt; U guys talk about going overseas to study together, how many kids u wanna have, wat kinda house u wanna live in, wat kind of sofa set is suitable for the house. U start having a picture about what life is gonna be like in future. U start talking about "us" even though marriage is at least 5 yrs down the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, some people go on to accomplishing their dream, but others, go on to the next step.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shattering of the heart:&lt;/strong&gt; For watever reasons, you guys decide that it should be "you" and "me" instead of  "us". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Flashbacks:&lt;/strong&gt; All the good times u've spent together keeps coming back to you. The mere thought that u'd never hold that same hand again, you'll never hug that same person again, you'll never lean on that same shoulder again.. paralysing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Waiting:&lt;/strong&gt; Ur cell phone never leaves your side. You check it at an interval of approximately 2 mins. EVERY SINGLE time your phone beeps, you secretly say a prayer and hope that its him/her. But its almost always disappointing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vicious cycling:&lt;/strong&gt; Then you cycle between "i dont like him anymore", "i need to get over him" and "i think he'll come back to me". Its a vicious cycle. Until you break this cycle, u're gonna be... ups and downs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Numb:&lt;/strong&gt; There comes a time when the pain gets too much, and drags on for too long, that... u just become numb and stop feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meeting someone new:&lt;/strong&gt; Need i explain? The fact tt someone else takes up ur conscious thinking and acts as a form of distraction, you will slowly forget that pain, and move on into something new. =) It ALWAYS happens. Dont question whether there will be someone else. There definitely will be. Its just a matter of how long the next person takes to appear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought i'd do this up in an academic model form. including graphic representations and all. But.. heck la. =)   Seriously, everyone goes through this. And more often than not... more than once in their life. It takes courage and bravery to be strong and fight through the pain. But thats why u've got friends to remind u that.. hey, ure not alone. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34561906-3099693520034392728?l=pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com/feeds/3099693520034392728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34561906&amp;postID=3099693520034392728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34561906/posts/default/3099693520034392728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34561906/posts/default/3099693520034392728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com/2007/09/dating-is-process.html' title='Dating is a process'/><author><name>periwinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12125470327233621925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34561906.post-8110077408560229688</id><published>2007-09-14T15:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T15:48:43.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>in arts canteen.</title><content type='html'>The arts canteen has really got an interesting view. Harbour view, cranes, containers, construction sites and lots of roofs. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of psychometrics. I super regret taking it. I should have done evo. My life would be a lot a lot a lot happier now. =(    Have no idea wat he was saying just now. I hear him saying words, but they dont make sense to me at all. boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for ICHIBAN dinner with shengwei last night. *grinz* Thank you for dinner. And u owe me 40 cents. haha. And... i jus wanna tell the whole world that shengwei went for facial when he was in Shanghai. hahhaa. Now that its so close to our place... we go eat more often okay. 多吃是为了走更远的路。。。heehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall go for abnormal now.... And miss tsin, you are late!!! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34561906-8110077408560229688?l=pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com/feeds/8110077408560229688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34561906&amp;postID=8110077408560229688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34561906/posts/default/8110077408560229688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34561906/posts/default/8110077408560229688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com/2007/09/in-arts-canteen.html' title='in arts canteen.'/><author><name>periwinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12125470327233621925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34561906.post-4132907764499692448</id><published>2007-09-13T16:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T16:37:15.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My mum's a star</title><content type='html'>My mum is a STAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How come i cant be half as smart as her?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34561906-4132907764499692448?l=pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com/feeds/4132907764499692448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34561906&amp;postID=4132907764499692448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34561906/posts/default/4132907764499692448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34561906/posts/default/4132907764499692448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-mums-star.html' title='My mum&apos;s a star'/><author><name>periwinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12125470327233621925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34561906.post-8588088026798529344</id><published>2007-09-13T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T00:47:26.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shakey day at parkmall</title><content type='html'>? Do you think a research grant adds any value to a thesis? I mean, i guess being granted a grant (haha) is a statement that ur research topic is useful???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up uber late today, headed to Amk lib after lunch to do some readings. Bumped into some students. Its really nice that they still remember u, come up and say hi... and all that. Hey girls, all the best for prelims. =) [i squirm at the idea that the sec 1s i taught are in sec 4 now]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After library, headed to parkmall for class. Oh gosh. Half way during the class, i felt really giddy and sick and faint in the head. Was wondering whether fatigue has finally really taken a toll on my health and suddenly colleen said "Is it shaking?" And everyone exclaimed really loudly. So we quickly left the building. Parkmall is a huge building. And only 2 classes (including ours) evacuated. the rest jus continued doing what they were doing. And its IMPOSSIBLE that they didnt feel the tremors. Its all abt self preservation. Its impt to some people, less impt to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also remembered that a good friend of mine is in indonesia. Thank goodness he replied to my text and said he jus got back last night. Cherish what u've got now. Everything is transcient. Or rather, everything may be transcient. Permanence? nah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34561906-8588088026798529344?l=pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com/feeds/8588088026798529344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34561906&amp;postID=8588088026798529344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34561906/posts/default/8588088026798529344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34561906/posts/default/8588088026798529344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com/2007/09/shakey-day-at-parkmall.html' title='shakey day at parkmall'/><author><name>periwinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12125470327233621925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34561906.post-4730828527621480270</id><published>2007-09-11T16:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T22:11:49.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What was it i wanted to blog about?</title><content type='html'>There are always times in the day i think to myself, "i must blog about this". But every single time i open up blogger... i dont remember what i wanted to say already. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bumped into someone in the university yesterday. And he said to me "Just done with ur psychometrics class?" I think i'm a sucker for such things. Its really nice that people remember little things and bother to ask isnt it? And obviously, i nv expected him to remember, i only told him once that i have psychometrics on monday mornings. But then again, maybe he's memory is jus so good, and he's a higher cognitive functioning being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm extremely thankful that Clinical neuropsychology has got no exams. I dont mind doing papers, but just no exam thanks. So this sem i've got 3 exams, of which 2 are open book. As for abnormal, no idea how he's gonna test us, as for counselling, he said he hasnt decided yet. Have i jus legitimized my slacking? Muhahahahhaa....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was talking to Ai Wen (fondly known as Daiso) yesterday. Phrase of the day: Its easy to love. Thats so true. Its so easy to love, whats difficult is showing the love and being sacrificial. We are all learning arent we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It recently struck me, again, for the nth time, that i always forget to tell people that i appreciate them, and that they are very impt to me. I like to believe that "but they know mah"... ok. but sometimes, they really dont know until u say it. Take the time to remind ur friend or ur family member that u're thankful for what they've done and that u appreciate them. Whether jus a kind word, a pat on the shoulder, a hug, a drink, a gift or even just an sms. Its not all that difficult isit? [i jus remembered, i havent finish reading the book bearemy bought for me.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YY: Sorry i MIA so long. heehee. U coming back in Dec right? Its been ages ok. Looking forward to having u back.Bumped into pig in sch that day and we had lunch together. Its so strange, after so many yrs, we are all still the same. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lea: U SHOULD BE WORKING!! Will give u a treat on tuesday after u hand in ur neuropsych okay! Be a good girl. It'll b over really quickly. -hugs-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PK: Haha. Its time u get hooked on facebook. Me and Char have been gossiping about u on facebook ok. heehee... i'll ring u this weekend ok. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bunny: Its time to put up photos on ur blog u bunny girl. And u havent tagged, so i guess, even after knowing the meaning of  "tag" u dunno how to do it isit? Need me to teach u anot? -laughs- when u come over to TP, we meet for lunch okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsin: 尽在不言中&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bearemy: i know u've got loads of books waiting for me to read right, and if i tell u that my readings are piling up, u'd tell me that work shld not be my main focus right? haha. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34561906-4730828527621480270?l=pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com/feeds/4730828527621480270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34561906&amp;postID=4730828527621480270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34561906/posts/default/4730828527621480270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34561906/posts/default/4730828527621480270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com/2007/09/what-was-it-i-wanted-to-blog-about.html' title='What was it i wanted to blog about?'/><author><name>periwinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12125470327233621925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34561906.post-7176093667859024489</id><published>2007-09-08T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T23:40:42.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>why wait till 2009?</title><content type='html'>Why do i have to wait till 2009? If i could, i would go now. Like, right now. Giving psychometrics a sweet goodbye kiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mood hasnt been all that great the past week. Guess there are lots of issues i dont really understand. Why humans behave like this and like that. Technically, i know. In fact, almost everything can be explained from a behavioral, social, cognitive or biological view point. Everything, even LOVE. But thats sad isnt it? Maybe i dont like psychology all that much. Would be much nicer to think that love was a magical and unexplanable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do i believe in the unexplanable forces of energy?? Things like fate?? Actually, many esoteric forms of therapy rely on the such things isnt it? Like... energy? I guess i dont know enough to comment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34561906-7176093667859024489?l=pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com/feeds/7176093667859024489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34561906&amp;postID=7176093667859024489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34561906/posts/default/7176093667859024489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34561906/posts/default/7176093667859024489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com/2007/09/why-wait-till-2009.html' title='why wait till 2009?'/><author><name>periwinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12125470327233621925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34561906.post-3303795687929620370</id><published>2007-09-06T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T00:00:11.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quality time spent together with you all! =)</title><content type='html'>Wouldnt it be nice, if the pace of life wasnt as hectic as it actually is??? Its just so nice to sit around and chit chat and laugh and bond??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be it ur siblings or ur close friends, as long as they are people that you love, all the time is well spent. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK U TSIN. U have no idea how much i love it. Really really. It makes me smile looking at all the pictures. I have no idea how u did it, and thanks for all the effort and time and love. Regardless of wat J says about the photoshopping.. haha... i LOVE IT. And i LOVE U TOO! *muacks* And to be honest, i think u and my bro are really funny together. U 2 jus say the funniest things ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And considering the fact its the first time my bro, you and J kinda talked, its a wonder how i think you all can get along. Actually, i'm in favor of my friends mixing. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner was... not too bad. Erm, considering i dont really understand their frequency... but i'm glad they were enjoying themselves. Both my brothers wonder if the 3 of us will end up like that next time. haha. We're already quite strange and cranky now. Cant imagine what it'll be like 30 years down the road. *shudders*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just for the record, PSYCHOMETRICS sux big time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34561906-3303795687929620370?l=pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com/feeds/3303795687929620370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34561906&amp;postID=3303795687929620370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34561906/posts/default/3303795687929620370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34561906/posts/default/3303795687929620370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com/2007/09/quality-time-spent-together-with-you.html' title='Quality time spent together with you all! =)'/><author><name>periwinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12125470327233621925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34561906.post-546376766747577150</id><published>2007-09-05T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T23:10:49.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ring Shopping</title><content type='html'>And so we went ring shopping today. But obviously, i was more interested in the whole idea behind DIAMONDS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so i asked the salesman, who is chinese mixed indian...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liz: So, are diamonds really girls best friend???&lt;br /&gt;Guy: Yes. Definitely.&lt;br /&gt;Liz: Why so???&lt;br /&gt;Guy: Mdm, believe me. I've seen the girls... *nods his head vigourously*&lt;br /&gt;Liz: hmmmm.....&lt;br /&gt;Guy: Well, as u can see, i'm not very aggressive in my sales. Coz i really understand that diamonds are women's best friend, but men's greatest enemy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I burst out into hysterical laughters.  But having said that, i still dont understand the rational behind diamonds. Social construct?? Socialization?? Comparison??? Insecurity?? Status symbol?? Competitiveness???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember having this conversation with Junghee once. She thinks, its all about answering the question, "So how big is ur engagement ring??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall now be very brave and attack all those diamond lovers out there. Please think and think again, wat the big deal is about. If you really understand diamonds and can tell the bloody difference between how many facets and how many facets, or whether its H color or E color, then by all means. Go ahead. But, if your poor husband to be has to scrimp and save and eat white rice with soya sauce for 3 months jus to be able to buy you a solitare and also a set of wedding bands.... PLEASE for goodness sakes, spend the money on somehting more sensible and not a piece of carbon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, ring shopping went... not so well becoz i was overly critical about EVERYTHING. I mean, i jus really dont understand the whole concept of diamond. Sorry. =(   We'll try again next round okay.  heehee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34561906-546376766747577150?l=pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com/feeds/546376766747577150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34561906&amp;postID=546376766747577150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34561906/posts/default/546376766747577150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34561906/posts/default/546376766747577150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com/2007/09/ring-shopping.html' title='Ring Shopping'/><author><name>periwinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12125470327233621925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34561906.post-3030171438841649786</id><published>2007-09-05T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T00:43:59.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Presentations.</title><content type='html'>I've got a really strong urge to complain about someone. But then, i tell my kids all the time, not to blog about their teachers, or at least, not to blog mean things abt their teachers. So i shall refrain from it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glad the counselling presentation went well today. And i guess, we did have fun. Even though it took an ENTIRE SATURDAY!!! And lucky we could get a nice classroom to rehearse in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abnormal presentation, well.. i jus feel, its a silly way of assessing la. Clearly there wil be alliances and friends and its not the best well of assessing right? And besides, the questions in the first place are already confounded. But well, i guess, like mil says, when u're really busy, u'll appreciate a slack class. So yupz. But overall, presentation 1 went well la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a much happier non-work related note, haha. The latest fade, Blokus and Jungle speed. I think i suck at them both but... well.. i still enjoy it. HAHA. Lets play again soon okay! Make sure "Ai wen ning" is free to go too!! =) He's fun to laugh at. muhahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason: Hey liz, i saw u at vivo city that day.&lt;br /&gt;Liz: Which day??&lt;br /&gt;Jason: Har, this week.&lt;br /&gt;Liz: yah but which day of this week?&lt;br /&gt;Jason: U go there everyday ah?&lt;br /&gt;Leanne: -burst out laughing-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch 881! Although loads of people dont like it, i think its rocks. Ok, minus the lameness okay. I really think its funny and cute. haha. =) Shall take naima to watch it this week. Sure she'll enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And tsin reminds that there is loads of work to do. Yes, i jus realized that people DO READ their readings. I havent read a single one, and my friend has done all 8. Li hai leh. Ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today ended with a bang! Literally. Was in 7-11 with tsin and lea and suddenly *bang. This carton dropped and hit me on the head. =(    As if my head hasnt been hurting enough recently. I'm rubbing it so hopefully wont have baluku. And if i've got some change in character, or i dont recognize u tomorrow, i'm suffering from TBI ( traumatic brain injury). Better to blog it down so that if anything happens, people know. Laughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thank  you girls, for all the Teachers' Day msgs and stuff. I really dont wanna say too much, but u guys know it la ok. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34561906-3030171438841649786?l=pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com/feeds/3030171438841649786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34561906&amp;postID=3030171438841649786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34561906/posts/default/3030171438841649786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34561906/posts/default/3030171438841649786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com/2007/09/presentations.html' title='Presentations.'/><author><name>periwinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12125470327233621925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34561906.post-8905128055847501829</id><published>2007-08-30T01:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T20:49:15.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That's when you turn and say to me, i dont care babe who's right or wrong....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Craig David: Dont Love you no more (I'm sorry) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;For all the years that I’ve known you baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I can’t figure out the reason why lately&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;you’ve been acting so cold (didn’t you say)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;if there’s a problem we should work it out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;so why you giving me the cold shoulder now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;like you don’t want to talk to me girl (tell me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;okay I know I was late again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I made you mad and dinners thrown in (the bin)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;but why you making this thing drag on so long (I wanna know)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I’m sick and tired of this silly game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;don’t think that I’m the only one here to blame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;it’s not me who’s been going round slamming doors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;That’s when you turned and said to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I don’t care babe who’s right or wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I just don’t love you no more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Rain outside my window pouring down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;what now, you’re gone, my fault, I’m sorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;feeling like a fool cos I let you down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;now it’s too late to turn it around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I’m sorry for the tears I’ve made you cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I guess this time it really is goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;you made it clear when you said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I just don’t love you no more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel miserable. =(    But would someone pls tell me, its none of my business.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am i very mean? I dont feel happy for Z and T at all. Instead, i'm feeling like... "how abt M?" Should i just be happy for them??? But what Z says is true. Once it has passed, it has passed. No matter how much you try to hang on, or how long you've hung on for, once you've decided to let it go, u just cant go back to what it was like before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been a long day. I did something terrible (well, i wouldnt think its really terrible) but at leasti was made to feel like i did something really terrible... Sorry tsin for blasting u with sms-es. It really jus ruined my whole day. I'm just dumb. And i never learn my lesson. Elizabeth, please remember to book tickets next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34561906-8905128055847501829?l=pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com/feeds/8905128055847501829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34561906&amp;postID=8905128055847501829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34561906/posts/default/8905128055847501829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34561906/posts/default/8905128055847501829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com/2007/08/thats-when-you-turn-and-say-to-me-i.html' title='That&apos;s when you turn and say to me, i dont care babe who&apos;s right or wrong....'/><author><name>periwinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12125470327233621925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34561906.post-7107778339502274313</id><published>2007-08-26T12:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T13:48:04.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NUS term started</title><content type='html'>The 2 reasons i havent blogged for so long. 1) I'm upset with blogger for deleting this long post that i spent ages on. 2) busy busy busy busy busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last 2 weeks has been exciting. NUS term has started, i'm happy with my modules. Its great that almost all my modules are taken with Tsin and Lea. That makes classes fun and project meetings easy! And then teaching in st nicks last week, was as usual, fun and fulfilling. Parkmall classes are going fine. I really think i've learnt alot from the classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was really fun! Its been a long time since i've really enjoyed and let go. Haha. we had project meeting at PS cafe before meeting the rest for dinner last night. Nice dinner at Sushi Tei (the sashimi salad is really good!!) and then mil had a headache so she went home first. Tsin, Lea, Jo and Jerm went to Demsy road for durian and then went into the bar for a drink. Honestly, no one was really high on the drinks, but more just high on the company. Was really funny. Although istrongly think that Jo has always been the funniest of the lot, but Tsin was really... amazingly funny and cute last night. I'm looking forward to the next round. =) And Oh dearest tsin, lets check for Bintan okay!!! =)   *happy*  And dear Jem, let bearemy keep u company ok!!! Was really late by the time i got home. Was tired of coz after a whole day of 9-5 class and then night out. But... im really happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The week was especially rush coz i had to rush from St nicks to NUS. But it was all worth it. I'm there to teach (in name) but i think, i always end up learning just as much from the girls. I know it sounds cliched to say this, times have changed. And we've got to change with the times. The school dynamics have changed as well. But the heart of education is still the same. As long as things are done in the interest of the children, and at the same time taking into consideration the limitations in resources, all will be dandy. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got to put my head down to work now. Next week is gonna b rush rush rush again. One good thing is parkmall is stopping for 2 weeks. And its gonna be school holidays. Shall attempt to blog more regularly. but its really quite hard. and peeps, pls dont leave anonymous tags. I dont reply. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got no photos to upload. =(  Will do it laterz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34561906-7107778339502274313?l=pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com/feeds/7107778339502274313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34561906&amp;postID=7107778339502274313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34561906/posts/default/7107778339502274313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34561906/posts/default/7107778339502274313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com/2007/08/nus-term-started.html' title='NUS term started'/><author><name>periwinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12125470327233621925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34561906.post-6280043605419703567</id><published>2007-08-04T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T00:22:45.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random updates -back to st nicks to teach-</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34561906-6280043605419703567?l=pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com/feeds/6280043605419703567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34561906&amp;postID=6280043605419703567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34561906/posts/default/6280043605419703567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34561906/posts/default/6280043605419703567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com/2007/08/random-updates-back-to-st-nicks-to.html' title='Random updates -back to st nicks to teach-'/><author><name>periwinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12125470327233621925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34561906.post-9015458658827365338</id><published>2007-07-22T13:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T11:05:06.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday week</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've got so many people to thank. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lunch with Bunny: 17th July Marmalade Pantry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Was a really really nice lunch... Best food and Best company. Missing those days in Europe already. Thank u bunny for everything. Birdie loves you as always! =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crab Pasta *yum yum*&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089895472720337890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mY46v8njG7I/RqLw9wtdW-I/AAAAAAAAAbE/OZmsLRgMlxk/s320/P7170083.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sticky date pudding with vanilla BEAN ice-cream. {sugar rush}&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089895769073081330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mY46v8njG7I/RqLxPAtdW_I/AAAAAAAAAbM/-X8AYsilPKE/s320/P7170087.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which one is rounder? -muhahaha- [ bunny shows angry face] hhahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089896228634582018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mY46v8njG7I/RqLxpwtdXAI/AAAAAAAAAbU/9IVTP8D_Bqc/s320/P7170090.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thank you bunny girl! And still remember to msg me from Phuket. *hugz* Thx again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dinner with Fish: 19th July Mario Korean Restuarant (Serendepity)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, we were looking for somewhere to have dinner, and since the vietnamese restaurant i like had disappeared, we settled for korean! The food was really fantastic! Made us miss the days when Aunty Kim's still had their seafood pot... ohhh those were the days. But if u're in for spicy seafood soup... This is THE place to go! = ) Thank you Fishie friend for dinner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;BBQ Beef ( its more like beef bulgogi, doesnt look fantastic, but its really really good!) &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089896649541377042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mY46v8njG7I/RqLyCQtdXBI/AAAAAAAAAbc/RMWr0-2RYzk/s320/P7190092.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Spicy Seafood soup. (Crab, Prawn, Mussels, LaLa, Fish head, Squid, Vege and many more!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089896967368956962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mY46v8njG7I/RqLyUwtdXCI/AAAAAAAAAbk/9kfR_d88doU/s320/P7190094.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089897731873135682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mY46v8njG7I/RqLzBQtdXEI/AAAAAAAAAb0/vBHHnPVKhJw/s320/P7190096.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089897345326079026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mY46v8njG7I/RqLyqwtdXDI/AAAAAAAAAbs/A7z0MQKqNzA/s320/P7190095.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dinner with Judo Gang- Huibing, Weijia, Charlene, Ern: 20th July Novena&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Forgot to take photos actually. Feel a lil annoyed! Dinner and then Bakers inn... =) Thank you all again! I know everyone has been very busy and tired and all. Thanks not just for dinner but for being there all these years... =) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;As we were leaving, i saw these super cute chocolates and united sq... haha. Cute right?! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089898693945810002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mY46v8njG7I/RqLz5QtdXFI/AAAAAAAAAb8/1u6fFSBzEdA/s320/P7200103.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089898986003586146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mY46v8njG7I/RqL0KQtdXGI/AAAAAAAAAcE/UjW3SvSzIRY/s320/P7200101.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lunch with Weihuang, Chulei, Fishie, Kit and Rebecca: 21st July Shangrila, The line. &lt;/p&gt;Was quite tired after an entire morning of class.. but then... was so happy to see everyone. haha. And the food of coz. (minus the unknown jelly). And as for the color combination??? Dunno wats wrong also. Let me introduce my friends to u. haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Chocolate- &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089899668903386242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mY46v8njG7I/RqL0yAtdXII/AAAAAAAAAcU/upZYkUGLQTM/s320/P7210107.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;-Milk-&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089900832839523474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mY46v8njG7I/RqL11wtdXJI/AAAAAAAAAcc/cTrFGw7JzOk/s320/P7210117.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;-Coffee- &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089901361120500898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mY46v8njG7I/RqL2UgtdXKI/AAAAAAAAAck/Ip6wpYKI8Uw/s320/P7210118.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Chocolate with Milk! haha! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089901876516576434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mY46v8njG7I/RqL2ygtdXLI/AAAAAAAAAcs/SRTl9QbXa5o/s320/P7210114.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And all together! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089899338190904434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mY46v8njG7I/RqL0ewtdXHI/AAAAAAAAAcM/Sv9NzF1IZmE/s320/P7210104.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Guys, thanks for everything. For all the support and love all these years. I never say nice or sweet things often.. but its not that i dont appreciate it. Deep down, i thank God for you all.... Thanks for the wonderful companionship and cheers to many more years okay! =) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dinner with Daddy, Mummy, Da and Er: 21st July, Akashi. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Heehee. Thank you Daddy. =) Was a wonderful dinner. We all enjoyed it loads. Nothing like family time. And it was really another memorable birthday for me. I'll never be able to say enough thank you-s to my family. I'm just so proud that I'm part of this family. -smiles- &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089904762734599362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mY46v8njG7I/RqL5agtdXMI/AAAAAAAAAc0/ut89k7VTArA/s320/P7210122.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089905200821263570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mY46v8njG7I/RqL50AtdXNI/AAAAAAAAAc8/9TTPmXLI8SU/s320/P7210123.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089906824318901474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mY46v8njG7I/RqL7SgtdXOI/AAAAAAAAAdE/W9lfb49q4jA/s320/P7210126.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Sw: Thanks for calling. =) Actually i was in class when u called. haha. but thanks thanks. Fully appreciate it. We go pig out when u get back okay! Green Tea Tang yuan is calling out to me! muahahah! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;- YY: Who is ur royal highness huh? haha. But its true. This is really the first time in 6 yrs... that u are not with me on this day. But still, u were here in spirit. We were talking abt u during lunch... =) U take care and see u real soon okay! Hang in there! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, so now that birthday week is over, i am officially a Thesis Warrior.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34561906-9015458658827365338?l=pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com/feeds/9015458658827365338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34561906&amp;postID=9015458658827365338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34561906/posts/default/9015458658827365338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34561906/posts/default/9015458658827365338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com/2007/07/birthday-week.html' title='Birthday week'/><author><name>periwinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12125470327233621925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mY46v8njG7I/RqLw9wtdW-I/AAAAAAAAAbE/OZmsLRgMlxk/s72-c/P7170083.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34561906.post-5023142212877324513</id><published>2007-07-15T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T11:05:07.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had Family Dinner last night, OCBC centre. Coz of national day rehearsals, we saw all the helicopters flying past with the flags. Last yr jus before national day, I went to esplanade to watch a national day songs concert... One yr has just zoomed past. Wonder if there will be another one of these concerts this yr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner was really nice. Its always nice to have family around. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally had a "dress down" day today. Jeans, T-shirt and birkenstocks! Muhaha! feels damm good. =) Although i only expected to go to thomson plaza.. but ended up also going to PS and Vivo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So i met Fish at thomson plaza. We wanted to eat fish head curry, but the restaurant was closed. We wanted to have dim sum, but had to queue... Then we went to peach garden, but it was full too. Argh.. so we ended up eating thai as usual. muhahaha. Pad Thai was best as usual, Tom yum noodles, Vege, Mango salad and Pandan Chicken! heehee.. =) We both putting on weight i think... haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we went to PS to walk ard... and then to Vivo... first time i've walked ard Vivo actually... Funnest part: The Pet Safari. U all know, Fish is such an animal lover. We had lots of fun playing with the little doggies.. And spent a long long time trying to buy pet food and supplements for his doggie. Thank goodness i'm not his girlfriend. Otherwise I'd prob be quite jealous of his dog. And .. thats quite sad right. hahaha... Fish... pity ur gf le. wahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087408469248323458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mY46v8njG7I/RpobDGzcL4I/AAAAAAAAAak/bcRMkz8AIvU/s320/P7150074.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                           All the Goodies for the Doggies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087409981076811682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mY46v8njG7I/RpocbGzcL6I/AAAAAAAAAa0/eopQz6ta6YE/s320/P7150066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;                                                               Jellies for the doggies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087409233752502162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mY46v8njG7I/RpobvmzcL5I/AAAAAAAAAas/Burv9ZKpElw/s320/P7150067.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So after playing with the little cuties.. we went for a snack and a drink. GROW FAT!!&lt;br /&gt;We tried to watch transformers.. but... sold out. haha... so.. xin li bu chang.. went to look at the transformer toys... So sad right. hahah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                        一把年纪，还装可爱！没得救了！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087410393393672114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mY46v8njG7I/RpoczGzcL7I/AAAAAAAAAa8/dCLkKAl6Hpw/s320/P7150076.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;HAHA! And after that we went to natures farm to buy stuff for Fish Papa. The lady there.. LOVES FISH... its so funny man...She took soooo sooo bloody long to do serve us. She was having her full attention on my dear friend, taking her own sweet time to do payment... And when she ran out of things to say.. she asked him if he wans to change his coins to notes... wahahaha.. i couldnt stand it. And thru out the whole episode.. i was sooo bored. I jus sat on the stool and started singing 喜欢你。。hahah... And coz when fish was talking to me, he mentioned "我老爸" and after that she started referring to fish's dad as "你老爸" ... hahah. This girl really got bad taste man. Choose Fish of all people. Tsk. Muhaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34561906-5023142212877324513?l=pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com/feeds/5023142212877324513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34561906&amp;postID=5023142212877324513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34561906/posts/default/5023142212877324513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34561906/posts/default/5023142212877324513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com/2007/07/had-family-dinner-last-night-ocbc.html' title=''/><author><name>periwinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12125470327233621925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mY46v8njG7I/RpobDGzcL4I/AAAAAAAAAak/bcRMkz8AIvU/s72-c/P7150074.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34561906.post-811824788215365546</id><published>2007-07-08T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T11:05:08.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'>photos as promised..</title><content type='html'>Latest Findings: When i'm out with Fish, i eat alot more. Dunno why... But clearly, after jus 2 days, both of us feel fatter and heavier. HAHA. *sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Met Fishie after dinner to go to Tzehee's place. Walked ard J8 a lil before that la. And then after leaving TH's place, we went to amk hub. Although i always try to avoid amk hub, but then.. its also a really convenient place for me la. We were both excited at the food fair, so we had takopachi... and then we bought 2 big boxes of durian from the supermarket... and we went outside jubilee.. and... pigged out. I thought we wont b able to finish... but we did. without much problem in fact. Dunno to laugh or cry.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And as i was happily eating my durian.. i told fish, that i really hope i dont bump into any students. haha.. in my most unglam, finger-licking state.... not that im ever very glam.. *tsk tsk* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tml is corporate training... excited leh... hope it wont be too intimidating. Fish says i should wear something more formal.. but i jus realized.. i dont have a blazer. -stunned- How come? i dont know. Never needed to wear it leh. So.. its jus gonna b long sleeve blouse and work pants. Im worried i will look a lil... under. oh. but too late now also la. hahaha... blah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Photos as promised. And for those who dont know who is who.. here we go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Foodie Fishie Friend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084839086305080418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mY46v8njG7I/RpD6NVc8dGI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/S0KroYdA2vU/s320/DSC00652.JPG" border="0" /&gt;My everdearest Tsin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084841083464873090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mY46v8njG7I/RpD8Blc8dII/AAAAAAAAAaE/V4RJf-F4RnM/s320/Image011000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My FUNNIEST and Sexiest Statisticians... (tsk.our grp shld either kick jem out, or get more guys. its really looks super strange like that..)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084843256718324914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mY46v8njG7I/RpD-AFc8dLI/AAAAAAAAAac/YWhD1bzETQQ/s320/stats+in+raffles+city.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My roundest Fishball!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084841538731406482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mY46v8njG7I/RpD8cFc8dJI/AAAAAAAAAaM/22SPFl848mI/s320/Image004000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;My Burpy Mel... (u need to eat more, and burp less)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084840735572522098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mY46v8njG7I/RpD7tVc8dHI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/UtYXcKG9nNI/s320/Image069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The ones that never fail to make me smile. (laugh, i mean.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084842526573884578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mY46v8njG7I/RpD9Vlc8dKI/AAAAAAAAAaU/NEhNbGSLT8k/s320/P7050042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34561906-811824788215365546?l=pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com/feeds/811824788215365546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34561906&amp;postID=811824788215365546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34561906/posts/default/811824788215365546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34561906/posts/default/811824788215365546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com/2007/07/photos-as-promised.html' title='photos as promised..'/><author><name>periwinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12125470327233621925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mY46v8njG7I/RpD6NVc8dGI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/S0KroYdA2vU/s72-c/DSC00652.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34561906.post-7072441941336228752</id><published>2007-07-07T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T23:08:32.004+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meridien food court</title><content type='html'>Met Yong Feng for tea at coffee club today. Was a nice chat after... one year... Its true how so many things can happen in a year. All the best to this dude. He deserves the good stuff. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then met my dearest Fishie friend for dinner. *grinz* 还是你最了解我！ Meridien Hotel Food Court.. Mango salad, Beef noodles, SUPER fat pork rice, Rice paper roll and yummy yogurt! *rubs tummy* All my fav stuff.. only missing my black carrot cake now... hahah.. And stop trying to 电 me okie! Super painful.... And that not called 火花 or spark. Its called static. =P Thanks fishie friend. U are the best.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fishie says i shld take leave on 21st. but then.. ahyah. last yr i also worked on 21st wat.... nvm la... =) Shall be a good girl.. heehee... I should start uploading pics soon.... if i dont do it tml.. i wont do it. so.. we'll see..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*still feeling v full from dinner... * ahhhh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34561906-7072441941336228752?l=pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com/feeds/7072441941336228752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34561906&amp;postID=7072441941336228752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34561906/posts/default/7072441941336228752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34561906/posts/default/7072441941336228752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com/2007/07/meridien-food-court.html' title='Meridien food court'/><author><name>periwinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12125470327233621925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34561906.post-1999821891952876533</id><published>2007-07-07T14:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T14:49:18.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'>there is so much to smile about...</title><content type='html'>There are some days I come back from work feeling like.... " oh, this world is just so bloody unfair"... but quite a bit of the time, i come home smiling and thinking... there is really love in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all the bad publicity we get about maid abuses in Singapore, we do have fantastic employers as well. I saw a case where a lady brought her maid to hospital for treatment of depression. She pays for her maid's treatment, and personally brings her to hospital for checkups and follow ups. I dont think it matters at all, how rich the lady is. The fact that she bothers... *smile*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lady with paranoid schizophrenia. Hospitalized for the nth time this year. Her husband stays over at the hospital with her... When she refuses to be compliant with regards to medication, her husband strokes her back and only words of comfort and encouragement from him. Not the slightest bit of annoyance or frustration. He is under a great amount of pressure as well. But for the sake of her, he hangs on.. and remembers to smile. And when she's discharged, they both carry their stuff, and walk out to the bus stop, hand in hand. *smile*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a lot of things in the world to smile for and smile about. There r bound to be lots of things to frown about too.. but oh well.. just dont think about it okay! *heehee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the last weekend i'm gonna have time to rest and relax. My work schedule next week has just gone totally crazy. I'm working like... 13 hrs a day.. and saturday full day... 9-5. cool huh... I'm wondering if i should take leave for the 21st. I mean.. i definitely have to meet Fish and 61 grp that day.. coz fishie friend is flying off at night. And... i mean.. i really shouldnt work 9-5 on the 21st right?! but then again, wats the big deal? How how how?!?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34561906-1999821891952876533?l=pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com/feeds/1999821891952876533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34561906&amp;postID=1999821891952876533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34561906/posts/default/1999821891952876533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34561906/posts/default/1999821891952876533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com/2007/07/there-is-so-much-to-smile-about.html' title='there is so much to smile about...'/><author><name>periwinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12125470327233621925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34561906.post-5302375865260633682</id><published>2007-07-06T00:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T00:58:19.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So happy!</title><content type='html'>Everyone knows that i havent blogged for we-can-all-see how long. But hey, its 1246am, and i'm working early tml morning. Why am i blogging??? Because, i'm happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been quite a bit since i've been so happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back to St Nicks this morning. Felt really really good seeing everyone again. Teachers, collegues and students, all the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teachers: Oh my good old teachers. =) Was counting.. there is only 2 more ppl in the Pri staff room that i really remember, and that really remember me. And so i spent some time talking to Mrs F. Khong and Mrs J. Tan. Really cant imagine how time flies... But was really really nice talking to them again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colleagues: Oh, of coz. Its been so long since we last chatted, and hey.. everyone is still pretty much the same. Really enjoyed talking to ppl from my dept.. and it all feels like... i wasnt away for a year at all. And of coz, was so fun talking about LONDON to Adrian. Lamenting about the pains of spending in pounds... haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Students: What can i say? =) Thanks to all of u for remembering me and still being so sweet. And yes my dearest emo-claud, round-shu, burpy-mel, twinny-kaya-clarrissa and all the rest of u.... I really miss "those days". I know i'll always look back fondly and say, thank God for you all, even though, it was just one semester. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, finally left school at 530, rushed down to suntec to meet statisticians. Met Lea on the way, so we walked together. Oh gosh. Its beeennnnn sooooo looong since i let so loose and really let go. It was really really fun. I think we scared Aqua-man's girl. hahaha.. but yea.. was sooo funnn... this bunch of "overaged ah beng's and ah lian's" singing ridiculously passe oldies. It wasnt about singing well, it was about.. having fun. Thank God for u all... Really... Elibirdbird loves all of you... very very much. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-i wouldnt say i wasnt upset at all today. But by far, today has been really the most most happy day since i got back. Its not that it doesnt hurt anymore. Its just that... i think.. i've gotten use to it. Use to not having you ard, use to not hearing from you, use to being in this cannot-be-shitter situation. But i'll continue to smile very bravely... becoz... there will always be something to smile about. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34561906-5302375865260633682?l=pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com/feeds/5302375865260633682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34561906&amp;postID=5302375865260633682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34561906/posts/default/5302375865260633682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34561906/posts/default/5302375865260633682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com/2007/07/so-happy.html' title='So happy!'/><author><name>periwinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12125470327233621925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34561906.post-4347234205805682369</id><published>2007-06-14T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T20:49:56.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye miyo and yatti</title><content type='html'>As the day draws closer and closer... i'm becoming more and more nervous.... Sounds strange right? What the heck is there to be nervous about? I dnt know either. But i feel it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sent Miyo and Yatti off this morning. Poomf. Gone. As i hugged Miyo before she left, she said "I love you"... Its... not very japanese isit... As usual, i cant express myself emotionally. So... I jus nodded and said "i will miss u loads"... dont noe wat else to say. Could feel that Yatti was sad and felt nostaglic about stuff as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be blogging about my trip. but no mood yet. Look up for bunny's blog. I bet she's working on it already! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34561906-4347234205805682369?l=pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com/feeds/4347234205805682369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34561906&amp;postID=4347234205805682369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34561906/posts/default/4347234205805682369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34561906/posts/default/4347234205805682369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkandpoisonous.blogspot.com/2007/06/bye-miyo-and-yatti.html' title='Bye miyo and yatti'/><author><name>periwinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12125470327233621925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
