<?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-11646830</id><updated>2011-04-22T10:22:32.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ren</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawpicana.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11646830/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawpicana.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11646830/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Ren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00623993713409961206</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>109</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11646830.post-1500276229570900441</id><published>2009-04-05T21:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T21:45:25.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am planning to move&lt;br /&gt;to start writing again&lt;br /&gt;in a new space with a new id.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thinking of a nice name.. thinking in progress&lt;br /&gt;ideas are welcome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11646830-1500276229570900441?l=strawpicana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11646830/posts/default/1500276229570900441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11646830/posts/default/1500276229570900441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawpicana.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-am-planning-to-move-to-start-writing.html' title=''/><author><name>Ren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00623993713409961206</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11646830.post-2543833745435386989</id><published>2008-03-05T02:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T02:30:41.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>all things has its lifespan&lt;br /&gt;it's over&lt;br /&gt;not crying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;running thru the memory lane in search for good frames to bring along with me&lt;br /&gt;at least i know the polariod i have is one i can rely firmly on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you polariod for being there when i need you most&lt;br /&gt;at least a good look for a few mins reassures me that you were always there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too much recollection makes the atmosphere too dense&lt;br /&gt;too many flashback - the good the bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant think of an end to the post&lt;br /&gt;i guess its the emotions taking over the logic&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11646830-2543833745435386989?l=strawpicana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11646830/posts/default/2543833745435386989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11646830/posts/default/2543833745435386989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawpicana.blogspot.com/2008/03/all-things-has-its-lifespan-its-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Ren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00623993713409961206</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11646830.post-155359720905792060</id><published>2008-02-29T22:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T23:17:07.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'>leap leap and away~</title><content type='html'>lack of updates because my biological clock stopped for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i was still in dec 2007 but reality and its hard slap is inevitable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leaping into march 2008 and time scaringly passes by way too quickly. if u want me to put a measurement to it. it would sound like 236km/h or 299,792,458 metres per second (in case u do not know like i didn't, that's the measurement of speed of light)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life has been bittersweet, more bitter then sweet if u ask me.&lt;br /&gt;there are many things that i prefer to keep them in my small little 4 chambered organ then documenting them in writing.&lt;br /&gt;the day my small little 4 chambered organ stops, the memories will go together with it.&lt;br /&gt;or in any cases if alzheimer's set in earlier. these memories can be wiped away earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i yearn for my cheerful disposition. yoohooo, where have you gone hiding too?&lt;br /&gt;i had been searching for you for awhile but you refuse to come back to me.&lt;br /&gt;quit playing hide and seek with me and come back to me soon okie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i yearn to see sunshiny smiles in me again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11646830-155359720905792060?l=strawpicana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11646830/posts/default/155359720905792060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11646830/posts/default/155359720905792060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawpicana.blogspot.com/2008/02/leap-leap-and-away.html' title='leap leap and away~'/><author><name>Ren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00623993713409961206</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11646830.post-4392415671073284681</id><published>2007-12-24T01:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T01:48:23.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SUPER DISGUSTED</title><content type='html'>THIS POST IS MANDATORY AND IT SERVES AS AN AVENUE FOR ME TO VENT MY UNLIMITED ANGER OFF THE CHEST NOW!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I JUST GOT FARKING SPITTED PHELGM BY A BARBARIAN MALE ON THE BUS.&lt;br /&gt;I WAS ALIGHTING FROM THE BUS AT MY REGULAR STOP WHEN THIS MAN BOARD THE BUS AND SAT NEAR THE BACKDOOR.&lt;br /&gt;I HEARD A SPIT AS I WAS GETTING DOWN AND I COULD SENSE MY LIMB WET.&lt;br /&gt;LOOK BACK AND TOOK A GLIMPSE OF A MAN SITTING DOWN AND THE STEPS TO CHECK IF IT WAS WET ALL NOT.&lt;br /&gt;TOUCHED THE LIMBS AND SENSE THE WETNESS AND UNEASINESS I TOOK OUT A PIECE OF WET TISSUE TO CLEAN MY LIMBS AND HANDS.&lt;br /&gt;THOUGHT OF RUNNING TO THE BUS STOP TO STOP AND CONFRONT THE MAN HOW COME HE SNEEZED ON ME. BUT I GAVE UP ON THE THOUGHTS AND WALKED HOME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AS I WAS WALKING I COULD SENSE EDGE OF MY SKIRTS DAMP AND THE LEGS WERE FEELING DIFFERENT SO I USED MY HANDS TO GIVE IT A FEEL&lt;br /&gt;TO MY FARKING HORROR WET STICKY PHELGM HE SPITTED OUT FROM HIS FARKING THROAT..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS SO FARKING UNHYGIENCE BARBARIC ACT, HIS MOTHER DID NOT GIVE BIRTH TO A SON BUT INSTEAD A SOW. HE IS FARKING UNEDUCATED THAT BUSES ARE NOT ALLOWED TO SPIT AND HE IS FARKING LUCKY I DID NOT DETECT IT AT TIME OTHERWISE I WOULD CONFRONT HIM AND PUT HIM TO TASK LIAO. I WOULD ASK THE BUS DRIVER TO DRIVE TO THE NEAREST POLICE NPP AT STREET 21 AND GET THE POLICE TO ENFORCE A PENALTY AND COMPENSATION ON ME. I HAVE WITNESS AND PROVE AND EVIDENT THAT HIS FARKING BACTERIA PACKED PHELGM IS STICKY WET ON MY SKIRT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE EVEN GAVE ME A LOOK WHEN I TURNED BACK, HE MUST HAD KNEW HE WAS IN TROUBLE. LUCKY HE ESCAPED IT ONLY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM CURSING YOU THAT U WOULD FALL TO DEATH WHEN U GET OFF THE BUS OR U GO DRINKING DEAD DRUNK AND U WALK AND TRIP TO DEATH NOW U BASTARD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAD TO FARKING USE MY HANDS TO WASH HIS STICKY WASTE OFF WHEN I CHANGED OUT. I AM CURSING U CHOKING ON UR OWN FARKING PHELGM NOW U BBBBBBBAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSTTTTTTTTTTAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRR&lt;br /&gt;RDDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKIE NUFF SAID. NEVER LET ME BUM INTO ANOTHER BARBARIAN THAT DOES THIS ACT IN THE PUBLIC AGAIN I AM SO GOING TO MAKE SURE U PAY FOR IT EVEN ITS NOT AT THE EXPENSE THAT I WAS AFFECTED!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROGER AND OUT I WANNA GO EASE MY UNLUCKY DAY WITH SOME HOT SOUP~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: this is indeed the best farking christmas gift... TO U U BASTARD: MERRY XMAS AND A FARKING HAPPY NEW YR  OKIE AND MAY U CHOKE ON UR OWN PHELGM WHEN U GO TO BED ON NEW YR'S EVE AND DIE IN UR SLEEP!!!! YOU BASTARD FOR THE LAST  TIME!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11646830-4392415671073284681?l=strawpicana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11646830/posts/default/4392415671073284681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11646830/posts/default/4392415671073284681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawpicana.blogspot.com/2007/12/super-disgusted.html' title='SUPER DISGUSTED'/><author><name>Ren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00623993713409961206</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11646830.post-9218887003440078325</id><published>2007-12-08T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T21:00:58.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dilemma</title><content type='html'>work dilemma.. i have made a decision but i am uncertain about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well tell me if u were me, would you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1) hold a 5days work week from 9-6pm, work 2 saturdays per month from 9-12pm. public holidays not required to work. work in a full fledge bank with more exposures and wider job scopes. gain minimum 2 yrs of experience before the promotion opportunities comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OR?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(2) work a 1-9pm shift daily mon to fri. work 3.30-9pm on a sat evening. required to work on public holidays. work in an smrt branch with limited work scope and higher chances of exposures to complain customers, screaming and banging in your face. which indirectly will raise your blood pressure and anxiety and shorten your life. but the chances of promotion can be sped up like in the next 6months time. and the room for negotiation for a pay hike and a shift allowance now would be provided.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are now balancing between learning exposures, experiences to be gained, time committed to the jobs and the paypocket. you have to of course sacrify some to gain some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but see i moved out from long hours to seek a regular hours but its only barely 6 months now i am moving myself back to the yo-yo hours. abit contradictoring right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the money is of course an attractive bait and tell me who does not love those floral floral notes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm i really dunno what's instore for me with the move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but as per advised. since i've made the decision. i should bite the baton and move forward and excel. rather then dwelling on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now the next proceed would be paypack negotitation... whisper into my ears how much is too much to ask for? half a K is that too much to ask for?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11646830-9218887003440078325?l=strawpicana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11646830/posts/default/9218887003440078325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11646830/posts/default/9218887003440078325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawpicana.blogspot.com/2007/12/dilemma.html' title='dilemma'/><author><name>Ren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00623993713409961206</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11646830.post-4354400831258220001</id><published>2007-11-22T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T00:27:54.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new love</title><content type='html'>TATTOOS TURNS ME ON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES! it certainly does big time!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and NO! I did not do anyone with tattoos lately. never, not yet, may attempt to =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT irregardless of the above I AM SCREAMING MY LUNGS OUT SILENTLY THAT TATTOOS TURN ME ON!! *big time* =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*goes into convulsions*&lt;br /&gt;eh salah~ *goes into serenity*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of my guy sales officer accidently allowed me to peered into his left ankle when he was sitted with residing pants and his green, grey and red "art" was presented right b4 the eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cannot excuse my eyes like take a closer look but it was abrupt so i had to "tao tao siam" :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the conversation with him revealed that he has the whole of his left calf painted and the right is still work in process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this man is in love with paint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sad thing is the truth of his love for pain is a mega turn on for me :X&lt;br /&gt;eh no shame in admitting this.. we all have needs. we all have preference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tattoo is a mega turn on for me at current :X&lt;br /&gt;then again it has to be rightfully placed with the artsy fatsy touch on a somewhat refined man.&lt;br /&gt;no ah beng ah seng cum ah long here can do the job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are addressing an ah beng used to be turned decent with proper taste for shirts, pants, tie cuff links, and leather shoes with nicely groomed hairstyle and a calf-ful of tattoos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;paparapap~ I'm lovin it~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11646830-4354400831258220001?l=strawpicana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11646830/posts/default/4354400831258220001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11646830/posts/default/4354400831258220001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawpicana.blogspot.com/2007/11/new-love.html' title='new love'/><author><name>Ren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00623993713409961206</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11646830.post-7853956852090667701</id><published>2007-11-22T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T23:56:50.235+08:00</updated><title type='text'>unfruitful trip</title><content type='html'>made a trip to sim lim this week during my leave to search for that "special christmas" or u can call it a belated birthday gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but my trip was a fruitless one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cannot buy the cd i was looking for despite combing all the possible shops in details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so to "you" i apologise. i cannot give you the "wow" factor this xmas =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tried i failed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more attempts.~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11646830-7853956852090667701?l=strawpicana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11646830/posts/default/7853956852090667701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11646830/posts/default/7853956852090667701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawpicana.blogspot.com/2007/11/unfruitful-trip.html' title='unfruitful trip'/><author><name>Ren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00623993713409961206</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11646830.post-2932482928419657440</id><published>2007-11-06T01:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T01:47:40.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>45mins after the movies.&lt;br /&gt;i still feel very dense in my emotions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think he left a deep 1 this time~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11646830-2932482928419657440?l=strawpicana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11646830/posts/default/2932482928419657440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11646830/posts/default/2932482928419657440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawpicana.blogspot.com/2007/11/45mins-after-movies.html' title=''/><author><name>Ren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00623993713409961206</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11646830.post-6137994215747419263</id><published>2007-11-06T01:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T01:32:11.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shheesshh</title><content type='html'>abit late but never too late to catch the jay chou movie secret.&lt;br /&gt;simple plot, very easy to follow story line but superly touching.&lt;br /&gt;i can still feel warm tears in the corner of the eyes now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cried when i knew she was treated as a psychic.&lt;br /&gt;i cried when she was vandalising the wooden table with her last breathe.&lt;br /&gt;i cried when she was saved from death with a slight crack on his face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i am still f**rking crying more when i am recalling the scenes.&lt;br /&gt;whats wrong with such a simple touching plot?&lt;br /&gt;i think its just too touching that some tears cannot be spared but i cannot afford to "heavy downpour" with my surgeried eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but this mood now is the best mood to cry the heart out freely.&lt;br /&gt;it would definately makes me feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i can cry my heart out now badly.. I'm holding them back&lt;br /&gt;and what's with a shy boy next door singer used to be acting openly and freely now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;make people cry only~'&lt;br /&gt;bad boy~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11646830-6137994215747419263?l=strawpicana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11646830/posts/default/6137994215747419263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11646830/posts/default/6137994215747419263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawpicana.blogspot.com/2007/11/shheesshh.html' title='shheesshh'/><author><name>Ren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00623993713409961206</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11646830.post-5936261062137145727</id><published>2007-10-28T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T22:57:54.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my 27/10 &amp;amp; 28/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;my 27/10&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the afternoon i was in tpy. dean's &amp;amp; vel's jaevontae jr just turned 1 month old..&lt;br /&gt;things seems to be happening at lightning speed this yr woh. 1st they were married then they annouce news of the pregnancy, then the arrival of the newborn now the 1st month celebration..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the evening i was at ah er mei mei's daughter yasmii's 1st birthday..&lt;br /&gt;if i still wanna deny that time slips.. look at ah er.&lt;br /&gt;1st it was marriage then the news of baby arrival and now yasmii is already 1 yr old..&lt;br /&gt;spent the night at the chalet watching tv *slap forehead* went chalet to watch tv~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm looks like a lot of my younger peers are catching up alot already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may and david also welcomed their new family member earlier this month after close to 2 yr's of marriage if i rememebered clearly it was dec 2005.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heard that sharon is also pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ann is also pregnant now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tracey is giving birth to her 2nd baby this dec&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fennie is getting rom this dec..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ggeeezzzz almost every peer in my circle is settled...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie ignore me that was my whinning and womb talking..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;my 28/10&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lazy sunday.. the outing the day b4 was tiring. i slept till late hrs.&lt;br /&gt;woke up to brunch and went back to office~ geezz juz to sign some paperwork~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to pick up my mama who's currently in the craze of healthy eating.. vinegette this and that. bleah we eat vinegette veges onions salad daily now 1 woh~ good leh cos the weighing scales says i am 1.5kg lighter now. i hope its healthy weight loss and not illness related woh. of late i have been feeling my womb and/or tummy giving me alot of problems~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh back to the afternoon.. early dinner at sakae~ ribbit~&lt;br /&gt;the usual food stuff lah~&lt;br /&gt;finished dinner and went home~&lt;br /&gt;charity show on the tv. auntie's fave..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: i glued myself in front of the pc for the rest of the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its a work week ahead. i hope its gonna be a good 1 for me.&lt;br /&gt;and if u are reading me too =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*i hope yours would be a splendid one too*&lt;br /&gt;cheers~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11646830-5936261062137145727?l=strawpicana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11646830/posts/default/5936261062137145727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11646830/posts/default/5936261062137145727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawpicana.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-2710-2810-my-2710-afternoon-i-was-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Ren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00623993713409961206</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11646830.post-4544941378785449943</id><published>2007-10-28T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T22:34:10.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>new bedsheets~&lt;br /&gt;wee~ i am so into circles and blue lately..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g183/strawpicana/28102007.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blue on the bed doesnt make the mood any blue woh surprisingly..&lt;br /&gt;i'm sure to make more sweet dreams with the new sheets~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11646830-4544941378785449943?l=strawpicana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11646830/posts/default/4544941378785449943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11646830/posts/default/4544941378785449943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawpicana.blogspot.com/2007/10/new-bedsheets-wee-i-am-so-into-circles.html' title=''/><author><name>Ren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00623993713409961206</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11646830.post-178768172519563432</id><published>2007-10-23T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T23:29:18.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>我失声了&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11646830-178768172519563432?l=strawpicana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11646830/posts/default/178768172519563432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11646830/posts/default/178768172519563432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawpicana.blogspot.com/2007/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Ren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00623993713409961206</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11646830.post-4423283210840458398</id><published>2007-10-21T20:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T20:26:55.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new naraya add on~</title><content type='html'>weee~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;i am in super pink mood now~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wee weee weee weee weeee wee~~~ &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g183/strawpicana/mm-haoyeah.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a few hours ago it was still sitting quietly in the storeroom of naraya asia hotel now its in the comfort of &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; possession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*watermelon smile*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g183/strawpicana/Photo993.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*paparapapa i'm lovin' it*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie i am a naraya freak~~ i have how many now?&lt;br /&gt;6 bags :P but 1 pinky ribbon big nai ma lookalike is in bad shape in the storeroom~&lt;br /&gt;more more more :)&lt;br /&gt;*paparapapa i'm lovin' it*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11646830-4423283210840458398?l=strawpicana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11646830/posts/default/4423283210840458398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11646830/posts/default/4423283210840458398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawpicana.blogspot.com/2007/10/new-naraya-add-on.html' title='new naraya add on~'/><author><name>Ren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00623993713409961206</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11646830.post-2663381256793958320</id><published>2007-10-21T12:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T12:03:38.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pinkish</title><content type='html'>i feel pinkish in my mood of late.&lt;br /&gt;despite the hectic working schedules&lt;br /&gt;despite the lack of quality sleep&lt;br /&gt;despite the lack of leisure&lt;br /&gt;despite the routined lifestyle&lt;br /&gt;despite the lack of goals in life&lt;br /&gt;i still feel &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;let this feeling stay for awhile~ pls&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11646830-2663381256793958320?l=strawpicana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11646830/posts/default/2663381256793958320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11646830/posts/default/2663381256793958320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawpicana.blogspot.com/2007/10/pinkish.html' title='pinkish'/><author><name>Ren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00623993713409961206</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11646830.post-991496248802116511</id><published>2007-09-13T02:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T02:45:52.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>roller-coastering</title><content type='html'>i was taken on a roller-coaster ride for the past 8days.&lt;br /&gt;short duration but plenty of details.&lt;br /&gt;very short time span but very eventful ride.&lt;br /&gt;i thank you for the ride and the help to discover my sherlock femme(s) forte.&lt;br /&gt;i thank you for making me see the necessity of treating a relationship with seriousness.&lt;br /&gt;i thank you for making me respect myself better.&lt;br /&gt;i thank you for making myself realise hurt is the last thing i need.&lt;br /&gt;i took you for serious for awhile while u were taking me for a joyous spin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the ignorant gal that is still in the blind. wake up soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g183/strawpicana/Image258.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11646830-991496248802116511?l=strawpicana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11646830/posts/default/991496248802116511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11646830/posts/default/991496248802116511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawpicana.blogspot.com/2007/09/roller-coastering.html' title='roller-coastering'/><author><name>Ren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00623993713409961206</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11646830.post-6912082519271324222</id><published>2007-09-07T18:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T18:30:24.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'>week 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;day 13&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IOP = 9&lt;br /&gt;from 6 to 2 to 9 in a short 2 weeks&lt;br /&gt;steve says he is very happy with the outcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;day 14&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went out and mess with my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;GUILTY - 15mls of beer&lt;br /&gt;he is charming :)&lt;br /&gt;irrationally mesmorized.&lt;br /&gt;i need some help!!&lt;br /&gt;i am making it too easy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;我是不是感情太犯烂了呢？&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11646830-6912082519271324222?l=strawpicana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11646830/posts/default/6912082519271324222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11646830/posts/default/6912082519271324222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawpicana.blogspot.com/2007/09/week-2.html' title='week 2'/><author><name>Ren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00623993713409961206</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11646830.post-7315518487719054020</id><published>2007-09-02T00:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T01:07:32.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'>to karen</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;day 9&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;situation seems to have taken a turn.&lt;br /&gt;work up this morning feeling all messed up&lt;br /&gt;could not sleep the whole nite&lt;br /&gt;could be the cause of the changes that took place&lt;br /&gt;watery eyes  eye patch came off  seems like i rubbed it&lt;br /&gt;feeling stuffed the rest of the day&lt;br /&gt;could be the recovery process that is causing changes in the body&lt;br /&gt;could it be the lack of sleep thats giving me the uncomfort&lt;br /&gt;could it be only dry eyes&lt;br /&gt;i dunno&lt;br /&gt;only steve will know&lt;br /&gt;only due to see him in 4days&lt;br /&gt;4 days of guessing games and anticipation is too much for me to take&lt;br /&gt;i should no no no i MUST cut down on the pc staring. they are bad for the eyes.. yeah.. tell me ah.. when u are blogging away now.&lt;br /&gt;my worst records was like 4hrs nonstop on the 1st week.&lt;br /&gt;and the sleeping hrs is shifted back again latest records 3.30am&lt;br /&gt;pls karen so if things take for the worst&lt;br /&gt;pls blame no 1 else but only YOURSELF&lt;br /&gt;for the lack of discipline in urself&lt;br /&gt;for the lack of love for your OWN health&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enuff said I am too cruel to myself already&lt;br /&gt;life is treating me as brutually too&lt;br /&gt;good nite eyes&lt;br /&gt;good nite&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11646830-7315518487719054020?l=strawpicana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11646830/posts/default/7315518487719054020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11646830/posts/default/7315518487719054020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawpicana.blogspot.com/2007/09/to-karen.html' title='to karen'/><author><name>Ren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00623993713409961206</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11646830.post-1618190791619158299</id><published>2007-08-22T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T23:44:59.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ahem</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;the day has finally come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;wish me luck *finger crossed*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11646830-1618190791619158299?l=strawpicana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11646830/posts/default/1618190791619158299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11646830/posts/default/1618190791619158299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawpicana.blogspot.com/2007/08/ahem.html' title='ahem'/><author><name>Ren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00623993713409961206</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11646830.post-8106003569063349143</id><published>2007-08-02T00:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T01:10:58.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'>QUICK UPDATES</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I AM STILL ALIVE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I AM STILL ALIVE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I AM STILL ALIVE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;quick view of what had happened to me in the last 3months&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- grew fatter.. (nothing surprising)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- got a new job. am now a trashcan in a bank for nasty people to throw all their bullshit into my face&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- getting a balanced work life now. no overtime and plenty of outdoors events. dinner dates, movies dates etc.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- getting another eye surgery.. very soon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- getting a messier life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- NOT getting to meet the right guy in life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- NOT getting pampering and treats&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;okie. this is about it..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;for the last time folks...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I AM STILL VERY MUCH ALIVE :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LUV YOU ALL *WINKZ*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11646830-8106003569063349143?l=strawpicana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11646830/posts/default/8106003569063349143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11646830/posts/default/8106003569063349143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawpicana.blogspot.com/2007/08/quick-updates.html' title='QUICK UPDATES'/><author><name>Ren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00623993713409961206</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11646830.post-6121824691922396213</id><published>2007-04-25T19:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T22:48:16.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'>你想爱他吗？</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;我愿把这首歌曲&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;现&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;给她&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" href="http://www2.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=11646830"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kUrEU7ka-3s" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="300" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11646830-6121824691922396213?l=strawpicana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11646830/posts/default/6121824691922396213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11646830/posts/default/6121824691922396213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawpicana.blogspot.com/2007/04/blog-post.html' title='你想爱他吗？'/><author><name>Ren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00623993713409961206</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11646830.post-3311169905211528735</id><published>2007-04-24T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T00:42:41.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'>眼镜眼镜找朋友 | 一找找到杨小妹</title><content type='html'>一副七百八的眼镜!! 贵!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think this would be the most expensive pair that i will ever own.&lt;br /&gt;the optical man bend my $488 &lt;a href="http://www.porsche-design.com/live/P8100_P8102_en.PorscheDesign?ActiveID=53984"&gt;frame&lt;/a&gt; like he selling 油煎果&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the price i am paying i am still uncomfortable for the fact that the right hinge is not as straight as the left hinge, right is slightly bended. and i can feel 3 pin sized holes on the left hinge which the optician insist its not small pores but a stain and kept rubbing with his cleaning cloth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie no need to argue much, i spent money for correction in my eyesight and the frame is merely a tool to hold the lens.. wait then why need frame that is so expensive leh? :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie okie because the frame is so sensationally good and featherly light that u would be convinced to spend on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so from May onwards, i officially annouce gals I am a 6/6 visioned gal again. so the next time when i say this boy is handsome hor, he is for sure more "handsome" as the current standard now. and for the same reason, i think i can spot more handsome boys even at a further distance now cos can see better liao mah :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to end this note: let me show u a chain reaction as to how come i became $780 poorer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;left office for home (24th may, 6.30pm) -&gt; missed a kerb and fell and sprained right ankle -&gt; went to GP downstairs that night and long queue (2hrs waiting) plus need to pay from own pocket -&gt; changed mind to seeing company panel doctor the day after at tampines central -&gt; finished doctor -&gt; lunch -&gt; walking to tampines post office midway kena caught attention from this man outside his shop cutting cardboard -&gt; lift head and see signboard (arh optical shop) -&gt; went in browse browse see see -&gt; try a few frames don't like -&gt; took out the porshe frame from showcase -&gt; try -&gt; feels good -&gt; put back try others -&gt; try back porsche again feels as good still -&gt; and the rest is history liao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the pair better come back satisfied otherwise i will gum gum cham cham for another dunno how long loh~ *ormitorhoot*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11646830-3311169905211528735?l=strawpicana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11646830/posts/default/3311169905211528735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11646830/posts/default/3311169905211528735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawpicana.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-think-this-would-be-most-expensive.html' title='眼镜眼镜找朋友 | 一找找到杨小妹'/><author><name>Ren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00623993713409961206</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11646830.post-7580830193213766210</id><published>2007-04-01T15:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T15:50:49.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>science of work</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Pressure = Force / Area = (Number of ppl giving u work X Amt of work each person gives you) / Amt of time left to do all the work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source: Courtesy of JK Ong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11646830-7580830193213766210?l=strawpicana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11646830/posts/default/7580830193213766210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11646830/posts/default/7580830193213766210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawpicana.blogspot.com/2007/04/science-of-work.html' title='science of work'/><author><name>Ren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00623993713409961206</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11646830.post-8760458989646379428</id><published>2007-03-27T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T23:35:26.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'>luv luv luv</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="300" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9nCXM2OIPbA"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9nCXM2OIPbA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="300" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodness... if this is live he sings well live manz..&lt;br /&gt;i hope this is not "对嘴"&lt;br /&gt;how come i didn't to go? dissapponted&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11646830-8760458989646379428?l=strawpicana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11646830/posts/default/8760458989646379428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11646830/posts/default/8760458989646379428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawpicana.blogspot.com/2007/03/luv-luv-luv.html' title='luv luv luv'/><author><name>Ren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00623993713409961206</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11646830.post-982336494164196417</id><published>2007-03-20T18:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T19:03:40.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sarang hae-yo~</title><content type='html'>Just when I thought that &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g183/strawpicana/gary1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; all I need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Sarang-Hae comes back with striking images that ohhh~ nuff said. I *heart* you Sarang Hae&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g183/strawpicana/ss5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g183/strawpicana/ss4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g183/strawpicana/ss6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cream of the crop&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g183/strawpicana/ss3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11646830-982336494164196417?l=strawpicana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11646830/posts/default/982336494164196417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11646830/posts/default/982336494164196417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawpicana.blogspot.com/2007/03/sarang-hae-yo.html' title='sarang hae-yo~'/><author><name>Ren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00623993713409961206</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11646830.post-2375578062561958219</id><published>2007-03-18T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T21:42:25.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ikea-ing &amp; giant-ing</title><content type='html'>singaporeans really live up to the name: kiasu-ness&lt;br /&gt;anywhere there is new shopping malls, cheong. nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ikea is packed with human especially at the dining restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;very "interesting incident" happened right before our eyes as i am meatball-ing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;us(mum, ah yee &amp; me): *eating our dinner happily away after 30mins of seats waiting and 20mins of food Q-ing*&lt;br /&gt;Aunty: *sits down at the table that can accomadate 10* *already 6 seats taken up*&lt;br /&gt;Aunty: *to my mum* can you pls take up your bag and let me have the chair ah?&lt;br /&gt;Mum: cannot, i want to put my bag one so that i can eat at ease.&lt;br /&gt;Aunty: Quiet down and signal her husband &amp;amp; kid to go buy food&lt;br /&gt;*moments later, 2 uncles left the table*&lt;br /&gt;Pregnant Lady: Excuse me are the seats taken? signal to the 4 in front of us?&lt;br /&gt;Me: not too sure how many are taken. *look at aunty &amp; the young man sitting beside her*&lt;br /&gt;Aunty: *Look at young man* Are the seats taken ah?&lt;br /&gt;Young Man: *stares into the blank wide eyes open, &lt;strong&gt;MUTE!!&lt;/strong&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Pregnant Lady (PL): took the seats with her husband.&lt;br /&gt;*moments later*&lt;br /&gt;PL hubby: Talks to wife on the phone to discuss what he wants to eat&lt;br /&gt;Young man: Drags one chair to his side&lt;br /&gt;PL hubby: Excuse me this seat is taken&lt;br /&gt;Young man: But you never ask me if it was taken wah *-__-'''*&lt;br /&gt;Me: *thinking: his wife asked wah*&lt;br /&gt;PL Hubby: but my wife was here and she did asked.&lt;br /&gt;Young Man: Aiyah, want the chair right? give you lah give you lah* *push chair towards PL hubby&lt;br /&gt;PL Hubby: pissed face continues talking to wife on the phone to explain to her what's happening at the table.&lt;br /&gt;PL Hubby: nevermind it's okie you can have the chair - gently shift back the chair&lt;br /&gt;Young Man: Give you lah *push chair back*&lt;br /&gt;Us: *stunt face* anticipating fight coming up or not?&lt;br /&gt;PL came back to the table and told hubby they should eat somewhere else &amp;amp; left&lt;br /&gt;Young Man's wife came back with a trolley of food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aunty hubby came back with a trolley of food also!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aunty quickly shift to the 4 seats infront of us which is now empty.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MEGA -___-""" eh the aunty &amp; the young man not one family lai eh meh? no wonder when the PL asked if the seats were taken and aunty looks at the young man he did not response but act dumb.&lt;br /&gt;He was actually pissed with aunty sitting down beside him and not asking if that seats were taken *he had a family of 3 - 2 adults &amp; 1 child* and he had taken a child's seat which aunty has happily sticked her butt on the chairs he prepared for his family.&lt;br /&gt;Us: -__-'' after the families has finished and left. lucky they never fight&lt;br /&gt;Mum: if they did i would throw my plates &amp;amp; cutleries at them and stare&lt;br /&gt;Me: i would throw my meatballs at them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chey, this young man is seriously weird. why start a commotions after keeping mute leh? these people ah only their immediate family can tahan them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enuff said: i think i am in love with this ikea's stool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g183/strawpicana/ikeastool.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have 1 green, 1 pink, 1 blue &amp; now a new member light pink: FOUR :)&lt;br /&gt;Pls don't come up with any more new colours okie dear Ikea, if not my place would be mistaken as a childcare centre in no time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;giant is a horrible place, price is not anywhere cheaper. we have singaporeans fighting with blanga, cheena, thais, fili &amp;amp; many other nationalities.&lt;br /&gt;the location of the hypermart favours those in tampines dormitory lah.. soon u will know that place will be Little India #2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g183/strawpicana/Photo392_001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think our HBP will be happy to see this scene. their more fruits &amp;amp; vegetable campaign is really responding well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g183/strawpicana/Photo391_000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is a long tiring day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for now: i am never ever going to return to the"eastern vivocity" any sooner unless there is a need to buy some furnitures...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11646830-2375578062561958219?l=strawpicana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11646830/posts/default/2375578062561958219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11646830/posts/default/2375578062561958219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawpicana.blogspot.com/2007/03/ikea-ing-giant-ing.html' title='ikea-ing &amp; giant-ing'/><author><name>Ren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00623993713409961206</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11646830.post-5950804440520008505</id><published>2007-02-23T04:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T04:40:29.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>毒</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;我正式宣布&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;我重了曹格毒 &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11646830-5950804440520008505?l=strawpicana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11646830/posts/default/5950804440520008505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11646830/posts/default/5950804440520008505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawpicana.blogspot.com/2007/02/blog-post_23.html' title='毒'/><author><name>Ren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00623993713409961206</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11646830.post-3111198399041673102</id><published>2007-02-22T03:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T03:38:47.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'>两只恋人</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;春天散步  夏天看海  秋天数落叶 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;一直没有烦恼  一直没有争吵 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;让  每天像糖一样甜 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;冬天飘雪  我是棉被  温暖你的夜 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;一直在你身边  一直爱到永远 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;你  就负责靠著我的肩 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11646830-3111198399041673102?l=strawpicana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11646830/posts/default/3111198399041673102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11646830/posts/default/3111198399041673102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawpicana.blogspot.com/2007/02/blog-post_22.html' title='两只恋人'/><author><name>Ren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00623993713409961206</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11646830.post-117208473659733321</id><published>2007-02-22T03:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T03:29:19.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>曹格</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g183/strawpicana/gary1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;卸下美丽的外壳 透明的我们 还剩下什么&lt;br /&gt;爱情就像水晶球 坚固而脆弱&lt;br /&gt;一个人也许自由 两个人的感动 大过天空&lt;br /&gt;喜怒哀乐共同拥有 不让你寒流&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BABY I STILL BELIEVE (Baby i believe)&lt;br /&gt;爱可以走过暖流 静静握住双手 一秒就够(一秒钟) 不孤单寂寞&lt;br /&gt;BABY I STILL BELIEVE (Baby i believe)&lt;br /&gt;爱要有梦才会快乐 就算未来的路(都)不同 你在我心中到永久&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;感觉很闷时候 我抱你在我胸口&lt;br /&gt;当你泪流时候 我在这里不走 ohh...no&lt;br /&gt;爱散发的温柔 在此刻用心感受&lt;br /&gt;我想和你一起 让幸福转动&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;visit him &lt;a href="http://www.dfm.com.tw/artist/gary/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sulk* how can a 28 y.o boy look 35?&lt;br /&gt;*ignore* his still as mesmerizing when he sings.&lt;br /&gt;ah sang sorry u have to go cold storage for awhile for now.&lt;br /&gt;cos i am now in the mode of 曹格-ing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11646830-117208473659733321?l=strawpicana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11646830/posts/default/117208473659733321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11646830/posts/default/117208473659733321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawpicana.blogspot.com/2007/02/blog-post.html' title='曹格'/><author><name>Ren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00623993713409961206</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11646830.post-117155334676079935</id><published>2007-02-15T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T23:29:06.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>iBake</title><content type='html'>I did these sometimes back after watching some Taiwanese Variety program. So that's where the inspiration came to start baking pizza. Home-made &amp; extremely yummy. In my humble opinons lah ah :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not mastered dough kneading yet. Or I should say I am not equipped with the kitchen and the time to do so yet, as the base is ready made, frozen from the mart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tomota paste is home-made too :) blended poached tomato and cooked to dry with tomato sauce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingredients are off the shelves, washed diced and mixed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest? Let the pics talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g183/strawpicana/Photo274_000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g183/strawpicana/Photo282_000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g183/strawpicana/Photo277_000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g183/strawpicana/Photo273_000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g183/strawpicana/Photo276_000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11646830-117155334676079935?l=strawpicana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11646830/posts/default/117155334676079935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11646830/posts/default/117155334676079935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawpicana.blogspot.com/2007/02/ibake.html' title='iBake'/><author><name>Ren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00623993713409961206</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11646830.post-117016379327834395</id><published>2007-01-30T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T21:32:45.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the day they wedded</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;okie, the day has finally come when Dean &amp; Vel completed Part 4 of their wedding ceremony. Nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The usual gang gathered at the chinese resturant at Hotel Miramar where the happy couple ushered us with nice food, booze &amp;amp; plenty of laughter. Not to mention plenty of photo-whoring too. Ah eng said that last night event did not feel like a wedding dinner to us. I said ya, with all the "immersed in our own world, fun, laughter world, it felt more like a makan session at G7"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presenting to you my lousy photo presentation style. The 4 ladies~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g183/strawpicana/fours-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;okie okie i think i hear boooos~ i will try to do a better job on the next one okie? any tutors here?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11646830-117016379327834395?l=strawpicana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11646830/posts/default/117016379327834395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11646830/posts/default/117016379327834395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawpicana.blogspot.com/2007/01/day-they-wedded.html' title='the day they wedded'/><author><name>Ren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00623993713409961206</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11646830.post-117016192325051733</id><published>2007-01-30T20:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T21:25:09.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hunger</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;i am constantly hungry today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.30am - breakfast&lt;br /&gt;1 hay bee hiam glutonious rice roll, 1 red bean bao flushed down with hot kopi. splendid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.30pm - lunch&lt;br /&gt;fish soup with FLY. half eaten fish soup and 1 black fly was dished out from the container. brush the thoughts away and kiap all the fish up to eat. threw the remaining portion away and went to examine the fly. i regretted doing so. it was black with waxed wings and lots of mao mao on his back. i had a stained mentality after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2pm - comfort food&lt;br /&gt;finished a bag of famous ANUS cookies, hot from the ANUS. and i felt slightly eased with the chocolate chips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5pm - dunno what in-btw meals&lt;br /&gt;1 Lor Mai Kai (glutonious rice again!) i think i will die of starchy-ness.&lt;br /&gt;1 cup of milo&lt;br /&gt;no where satisfied&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.30pm - vending machine&lt;br /&gt;1 packet of spicy tapioca chip. not there yet. the packet of calbee spicy potato chips seems to be calling loudly for me "Karen, eat me. EAT ME!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner is not settled. I am still typing leisurely in the office, I think its time to pack and go home for hot bee tai mak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11646830-117016192325051733?l=strawpicana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11646830/posts/default/117016192325051733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11646830/posts/default/117016192325051733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawpicana.blogspot.com/2007/01/hunger.html' title='hunger'/><author><name>Ren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00623993713409961206</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11646830.post-116937732394823523</id><published>2007-01-21T18:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T21:10:20.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oogles</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sigh, I have recently contracted a deadly disease. People call them "Shop-a-holitis"&lt;br /&gt;I think my new neighbour at work is strongly spreading me this disease especially after she has moved over to my cubicle to sit beside me.. Argghh her constant nagging of "Dress Younger, Dress Hip" is drilling into me. So I am like shopping with her more frequently after work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the FAT (read: LARD) me is having difficult with compromising size &amp; cost. Cause the normal asian size I cannot fit &amp;amp; the euro sizes cost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So a bo-liao me on the Sunday afternoon went surfing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dorothyperkins.co.uk"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. There are so many so many things I "seems" to like. :P Like these 3 tunics. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g183/strawpicana/Clothes/dp-top1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g183/strawpicana/Clothes/dp-top2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g183/strawpicana/Clothes/dp-top3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If not a nice satin top is ideal too: &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g183/strawpicana/Clothes/dp-top4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but but but online shopping does not ship out of UK. Any nice peeps has folks in UK that can help me to recieve parcel and redirect it back to Singapore for me?&lt;br /&gt;It also seems to be cheaper to buy clothes in UK. Avg about 13 to 25pounds? plus 4pounds of shipping only. How come Dor Perkins here sell their tops here so expensive and not at all nice? Sigh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie enough of clothes oogle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went shopping with ah eng yesterday. Went to Bugis because we wanted to venture Haji Lane, but it was raining nonstop so we went to AMK instead. Ah eng picked up her 2nd skirt in the entire span of time i know her. She is getting more girlie leh.. :X i asked her if the skirts was for her "dating" - boys dating.. ahahaha lucky never kena smacked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we walked the whole neighbourhood and i bought sales BATA shoes. $15bucks only for a work pair. that turtle "sar buay sek" sales gal ask her to punch extra hole on the strap she punch slanted. some more can say all 3 holes on the strap are slanted anyway. lucky its sales item, otherwise u see karen jie jie walking out without paying. we ended the trip with venturing into the new amk shopping mall that my colleague told me that there was a new NTUC opened.&lt;br /&gt;Bad move: there are more shop at B1. we ended up buying shoes at Mondo. My 1st pair. I underestimated myself sigh... bought a pair way too slick. I have hard time walking and balancing myself. cannot move too gracefully. But still practise makes perfect. they all say: women are vain, beauty is compromised with comfort. I totally agree..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And talking about girlie: How is a red saucy pair of PVC heels? Weet-a-weet eng mei mei, keep up the girli-ness in you oh! *chuckle &amp;amp; out*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11646830-116937732394823523?l=strawpicana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11646830/posts/default/116937732394823523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11646830/posts/default/116937732394823523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawpicana.blogspot.com/2007/01/oogles.html' title='Oogles'/><author><name>Ren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00623993713409961206</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://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g183/strawpicana/Clothes/th_dp-top1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11646830.post-116834609442201266</id><published>2007-01-09T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T23:46:35.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye Bye 2006, Welcome 2007</title><content type='html'>It's a bit late folks for this update.&lt;br /&gt;But still it is good memory.&lt;br /&gt;My usual gang:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g183/strawpicana/New%20Yr%202006/MAgents_008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g183/strawpicana/New%20Yr%202006/Kel_007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g183/strawpicana/New%20Yr%202006/Eng_002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and guest appearance &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g183/strawpicana/New%20Yr%202006/Deanvel_000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; gathered at the M Hotel to wrap up 2006 in the lavish manner.&lt;br /&gt;The day started at 10am for me with shopping for the ingredients for food. Followed on by some preparation in the kitchen and packing up for the night stay. Checked in at 6pm with Eng &amp; Hui and made a series of wooo wooowwwss with what greeted us. We got a free upgrade from superior to superior plus. This is where we were housed for a night &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g183/strawpicana/New%20Yr%202006/Mhotel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Splendid yeah, indeed. But the free upgrade gave us a seaview instead of the cityview, so we faced PSA the whole night and sadly we could only see a few teeny weeny pops of fireworks from the corner of the window. Thank lord, the window did not give way to all the face squeezing we did. :P we were on the 22th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 of us went out to do grocery shopping before the rest of the folks join us. Boy the trip was mind boggling with the army of ants crawling thru the Citylink Mall at 9pm. We immediately scram away from the crowd once we were done to return to the hotel. Food prep and munching started not long.&lt;br /&gt;The prepration: &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g183/strawpicana/New%20Yr%202006/foodmaking.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feed the boys &amp;amp; gals with grilled chicken from Carrefour, Veges sticks and Open-faced Canapes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g183/strawpicana/New%20Yr%202006/food.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy oh boy was I so hungry after the long day I whalloped the entire Subway sandwich with chips and iced cold green tea at 11pm. &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g183/strawpicana/New%20Yr%202006/eating.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoying the food, chat and tv as you can see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.45pm, party hats and poppers distributed. TV switched to the news for counting down, time synchronized to ensure we were on the on dot to welcome 2007. The camwhoring started where every1 took out their camera to snap pic when Eve suddenly "yelled" and pointed at the TV. The remaining 6 looked into the TV and saw fireworks. Then the poppers and screaming and cheers came in with the commotion to welcome 2007. All in split seconds. Frankly, we wasn't sure if the clock has already striked 12 midnite and there was no counting down... But anyway that was how we welcomed in the year. In a commotion. :) Well, I hope 2007 is not going to be any commotions for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came this "feed the chocolate and make your wish" thingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g183/strawpicana/New%20Yr%202006/wishes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "I wished Kelvin will marry me in 2007. Hikes~ Oh well, I wish I would not remain single in 2007 okie? I think it would come true lah, cos people say "Eat sweet sweet, wishes come true" :P I had Royce Chocs. Sweet indeed... okie I made the "eat sweet sweet" saying up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The remaing of the evening was spent playing HEART ATTACK with wines, vodka, snacks, my usual screaming on the top of my voice, slapping of the palms till red and itchy, Eve breaking her fingernails and more camwhoring.&lt;br /&gt;Evident: &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g183/strawpicana/New%20Yr%202006/camwhoring.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I call it a night at 3.30am, too tired from the day event and fell into sleep. With intermittent waking up of Kelvin playing some oldies on the phone or laptop, itch on the skin from the dirty bedsheets and 6am when the 4 who stayed up the whole night left for home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was K.O till 9am the next morning which I planned to go for a swim then checking out, but I knocked back to 10.30 which swim was called off. Had a good shower and a walk at the hotel before checking out at 1pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly before I end this post, my dear readers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g183/strawpicana/New%20Yr%202006/Karen03_005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WISHNG ALL A POPPING 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11646830-116834609442201266?l=strawpicana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11646830/posts/default/116834609442201266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11646830/posts/default/116834609442201266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawpicana.blogspot.com/2007/01/bye-bye-2006-welcome-2007.html' title='Bye Bye 2006, Welcome 2007'/><author><name>Ren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00623993713409961206</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://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g183/strawpicana/New%20Yr%202006/th_MAgents_008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11646830.post-115980930594696867</id><published>2006-10-03T00:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T01:22:19.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>QB House</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Warning: if u need quick beauty.. QB House is not the place. unless you are not picky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2months back I juz did a dye job and the hair was growing longer so i decided to give it some trim to thin down and shape back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i slot in 10bucks, took a ticket card and sat on the stool to wait for my turn. the aunty that did my hair a few months back took my Q and i delightfully (read: my last experience with her was a pleasant 1) told her what i wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QB Aunty: What style do u want to cut?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Length shorten by 2 inches only at max, V shape the back and thin down with as much layers by the face contour as much as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20mins later.&lt;br /&gt;Put on glasses look onto the floor.. half my mahagony was already on the floor waiting to be vaccum away..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7213/953/1600/cry2.gif"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7213/953/320/cry2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;she dunno what is call 2inches........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway what done cannot be undone..&lt;br /&gt;so the comforting quote this time would be:&lt;br /&gt;"Hair can grow, colour can dye back. Thin lightly textured hair that flips as you swing your head" PRICELESS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it seriously feel very good after the cut, cos its so light-weight and cooling.&lt;br /&gt;But after my wash and conditioning. I waited for the hair to dry to examine the end product.&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion: 1 pro, 10cons.&lt;br /&gt;the hair is vvv crisp looking from the thinning scissors. the top is shortened too much some baby hair is standing.. i took so long to thicken and smoothen the hair and her edward scissorhands did that to me. and best.. the shape is out~~ PRICELESS tooo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh, i am in serious depression with $200bucks utility paid, $60 healthcare products of mum, $100 bucks tyre maintanance fees to expensive seah and $10 priceless haircut. 2 attacks from the toilet air fresheners. (read: I HATE THEM JETTING ON TOP OF MY HEAD INTO MY FACE &amp;amp; SNIFFING A HUGE PUFF IN). WHY WHY WHY INVENT FRESHENERS OF SUCH SCENTS AND INTRODUCE THEM INTO THE TOILET WHEN ITS THE TOILET KEEPER JOB TO KEEP THEM CLEAN? opps i suddenly feel very Xiaxue screaming and howling in caps nonstop. and i feel more her now when i have to hypocritically apologise. but i am seriously pissed with toilet fresheners. there can be pleasant scents like lavender, mint or even spend the money of a mega fan can liao.. they smell anytime nicer then ..... nuff said..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh to make things more shitty. the left eye is back on medical therapy. 1 eyedrop per nite. 5 mths post op only and healing with scarring has taken place. optical pressure up from 15 to 24 (danger zone) sighh.. that in layman term = $2.5K spent to furnish his engine overhalt check and not get good results..&lt;br /&gt;puttin the years together.. i think i had paid his left door liao..&lt;br /&gt;out and to bed. nitez&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11646830-115980930594696867?l=strawpicana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11646830/posts/default/115980930594696867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11646830/posts/default/115980930594696867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawpicana.blogspot.com/2006/10/qb-house.html' title='QB House'/><author><name>Ren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00623993713409961206</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11646830.post-115904150787776864</id><published>2006-09-24T03:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T04:09:58.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you-tubing, 微笑ing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Recently on cabletv there is alot of this new series talked about. Even the lead actress Wang Xing Ling &amp; lead actor Zhang Dong Liang were invited to many variety shows to promote their new show. So without much resist to temptation :P i went searching in you-tube for the series.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;So here I am completed with episode 1 of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="dg" href="http://www.youtube.com/results?search_query=%E5%BE%AE%E7%AC%91"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;微笑&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;ing. and it isn't too bad a show. I am so expecting more of the series. The forum says storyline is very much Full House. Alittle bit I feel. Zhan Dong Liang choose to love Wang Xing Ling cos when Gino (ex crush of Cyndi) spikes him saying that since he has found his new love, there is no worries for Gino to love Zhang Dong Liang's gf Rita. So to spike Rita, Dong Liang choose to "love" Cyndi. How like Ying Zai choose Zi Eng when questioned by flowery bra gal (Hui Yuan) if Ying Zai loves her or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;So there you go 1 similarity. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Similarity 2: Zhang Dong Liang has a life size poster of he himself truly in his bedroom the same 1 Ying Zai has.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Similarity 3: I heard them saying on the cable variety show saying that the nice house that they filmed the show was built for that purpose, somewhat like taiwan FH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Anyway I am starting to change my views for Wang Xing Ling due to the show. Can accept her tia tia character here better then her singing :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;so folks.. come and join me with the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="dg" href="http://www.youtube.com/results?search_query=%E5%BE%AE%E7%AC%91"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;微笑&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;ing and pasta-ing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a class="dg" href="http://www.youtube.com/results?search_query=%E5%BE%AE%E7%AC%91"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;微笑&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Pasta~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="dg" href="http://www.youtube.com/results?search_query=%E5%BE%AE%E7%AC%91"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;微笑&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;oh~&lt;/span&gt; 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MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7213/953/320/octupus.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Laugh my wide ass off~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;On my next trip to Hong Kong, I will bring my octupus along. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Cause they say on the streets "Octopus is welcome" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;(-_-)'''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11646830-115695835477951991?l=strawpicana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11646830/posts/default/115695835477951991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11646830/posts/default/115695835477951991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawpicana.blogspot.com/2006/08/octopus-is-welcome.html' title='octopus is welcome.'/><author><name>Ren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00623993713409961206</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11646830.post-115626584283779467</id><published>2006-08-23T00:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T00:57:22.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sayang hae yo~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9966;"&gt;i cannot resist but have to share this..&lt;br /&gt;really soothes a tiring and mental boggling day away..&lt;br /&gt;enjoy~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CHCEKXdtsos" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11646830-115626584283779467?l=strawpicana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11646830/posts/default/115626584283779467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11646830/posts/default/115626584283779467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawpicana.blogspot.com/2006/08/sayang-hae-yo.html' title='sayang hae yo~'/><author><name>Ren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00623993713409961206</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11646830.post-115504509696977182</id><published>2006-08-08T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T21:51:37.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>very long weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;i took the national day opportunity to use a super long weekend. 2 days of annual leave on Mon &amp; Tues so that makes me having Sat straight thru to Wed. Phew... I am sure Thurs would be a hectic day back at work again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;I see the tendency for me to not be able to cut clean from work. Even despite on leave I would still log on and check my mails and redirect work out, answer mails &amp; WORK!!! even it's a 90mins session per day but I still feel it's unhealthy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Now let me see.. This long weekend has been a super unproductive one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Sat: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Slept super late till 2.30pm. Crawled out of bed relunctantly and got a shower, some munchies for lunch and some tv viewing. Went back for a short nap again cos I was literally sore on the entire back, like I was being punched kicked by 20 huge men. There was supposed to be seafood makan session with the gang at "No Signboard" at 7.30pm but I decided to skip it cos I was literally to stiff and tired to go out. It turned out the late notification pissed my 4K hubby off. Kelvin, if u see this I apologise again okie? For ignoring you over MSN that evening also. I know my character, if I discuss with u further, I would surely "raise" my voice and say nasty things one. So with the staying in on Sat, time was killed with tv watching, surfing and chatting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Sun:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Not able to kick the sleeping till late habit. I woke up around 1pm and went out for lunch with my mama. picked up groceries on the way back and rested shortly. took a shower and changed into mei mei clothings (=P), and "pan" and went out. went to IMM to do some shopping with Damian.. Oh my god.. far right IMM? I think so too but since it's been a long time I've not been there so may as well take the chance. Bought some $2 wares from Daiso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Mon:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Slept late. BLEEBB~ :b cannot help it. Woke up to coffee and bread and some working from home before changing and getting out for late lunch / early dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Went to Genki Sushi with my mama  &amp; my aunt. Genki Sushi serves nice ramen.. now then I realised. Their miso soup is really tasty. Had a gyoza ramen... tasty. Had some sushi (my all time fave salmon and my mama's fave sweet tofu). 1 thing with going to the sushi bar is i always tend to overeat, so without fail yesterday. I came out super full. Currently Nets is having a promotion, pay by Nets and you get 15% off the bills. I saved $6 on my bills Yeah ~ :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Tues: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Slept late (nothing surprising by now after reading 3 consecutive days of sleeping late ah).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Same routine, woke up late to coffee and lunch and working from home after which. Then comes surfing and the same routine online. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Now I am going to exit and have curry rice for dinner..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;It's a PH tomorrow, National Day which marks my 5th day break. I have plans to fully utilise it since 4 days has slipped and I seems nowhere constructive. It's supposingly to be ikea shopping for some home decors but Damian has to move so plans has to be put off temporarily. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Out for now folks and have a good hols..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11646830-115504509696977182?l=strawpicana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11646830/posts/default/115504509696977182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11646830/posts/default/115504509696977182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawpicana.blogspot.com/2006/08/very-long-weekend.html' title='very long weekend'/><author><name>Ren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00623993713409961206</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11646830.post-115427140692979025</id><published>2006-07-30T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T22:56:46.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>love and buses</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i did a silly thing today. i shared this so called philosophy on msn with xing ye. Just shortly after eve told me to take a step back and take it easy. I think I am real kuku.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anyway for the sake of sharing: love and buses.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;it says love is like waiting for the bus stop for the bus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;when the 1st bus comes u may say it is not the right route and u do not wish to take it so u wait for the 2nd one.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the 2nd 1 comes u say it is not the air con bus so u say u wait.&lt;br /&gt;then comes the air con 1 but u say its an old bus so u wish to wait since it is still quite early.&lt;br /&gt;but as u wait u soon know it is getting late and the right bus is not here yet.&lt;br /&gt;what happens at the end of the day? u miss ur bus and u miss those few chances in front to catch the bus that could bring u to some where.&lt;br /&gt;morale of the story?&lt;br /&gt;so morale of the story is when u know the bus wont come. take another transport liao.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;he says:&lt;br /&gt;i've been waiting 10yrs for a relationship but guess i took the wrong bus or i never appreciate the ride till the bus broke down... and&lt;br /&gt;"ya i'm now back at the bus stop waiting... "&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sometimes it is difficult to read in between lines..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11646830-115427140692979025?l=strawpicana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11646830/posts/default/115427140692979025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11646830/posts/default/115427140692979025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawpicana.blogspot.com/2006/07/love-and-buses.html' title='love and buses'/><author><name>Ren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00623993713409961206</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11646830.post-115358966635307474</id><published>2006-07-23T01:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T01:51:36.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>going mahagony</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7213/953/1600/dye.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7213/953/320/dye.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;quick update: i gave myself a new hair colour today.. loreal mahagony 7.05.&lt;br /&gt;the outcome? kinda satisfied cos it's a new fresh loook. the only thing i dont like? the forcing of the fringe to a side parting that seems never easy to accomplish.&lt;br /&gt;the woes: ahui screamed when she knew i shampooed my hair in 6 hrs after the chemical work. she plunged me from 72th storeys swiss-o-tel when she said "NO SHAMPOOING FOR 24HRS POST COLOUR" I was like, i shampooed away my chemical work and the treatment oil... *sob*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MEGA CRY LAH!&lt;br /&gt;but what dont cannot be undone, leave with it and move on.&lt;br /&gt;i am still trying to convince myself the colour is evenly done as the hair ends looks quite faint the colour compare to the top. i try the "it's the lighting excuse" and "its the nite and i am not under the sun" so cannot see well excuse. whatever the excuse, i think i had stared into the mirror like the number of times i would for the entire year. stare until eyes also popping out liao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if its really not satisfactory i am going to go back and ask for touching up. make my 100bucks worth. :P typical ah soh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie i saw xing ye after like so so so so long. 1 yr of absence? he shrunked. very small size now. no more the V shape broad shoulder guy i used to know.&lt;br /&gt;i was told he dated 1 yr with this gal and did something to make her left him. i do not know the exact details yet which he says he would kindly share over coffee. i think i must make time for coffee very soon. we also have a so called "soon to expire meal voucher" to use which he says "to buy me dinner" lets see when i can meet up with him..&lt;br /&gt;the quote of today is: "i am still a block of wood even after being in a relationship of 1 yr" i was kinda sad to hear this quote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie to wrap the entry up: i m starting to feel ah lian and i know it would be worst when the colour starts to oxidize more and turn orange. &gt;OMG&lt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11646830-115358966635307474?l=strawpicana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11646830/posts/default/115358966635307474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11646830/posts/default/115358966635307474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawpicana.blogspot.com/2006/07/going-mahagony.html' title='going mahagony'/><author><name>Ren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00623993713409961206</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11646830.post-115305526146243046</id><published>2006-07-16T20:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T21:12:05.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>^^</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;okie, for the lack of updates for 1 month. i know u peep deserves a good 1 so i am going to do a good job today.&lt;br /&gt;i am sure after this post, my msn is so going to be window popping. so spare me okie gals?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was hooked up for "相亲" today. the guy is the ngee ann sec sch canteen "少东". who so happens to be living in the condo across my block. the talk of him looking for a gf and his mum telling my mum's "boss" to keep a look out for her roped me into the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mum told her boss to hook the 2 of us up and it was like a yr or so since the talk had been going in. so finally today the 2 family met up. *insert OM MY GOD emoticon* so 土 right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we actually went over to the condo the family lives in and "met up" "he" turn out to be a decent looking "mummy's boy" as how he was described. neat short hair combed side part, maroon framed glasses, clean shaved, yellow stripped t-shirt buttoned to the last top button, and baggy jeans in track shoes. errmm hows that for a fashion combo? no comments. my mum calls him "ah fok park" cantonese way of calling a old fashioned man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had a 45mins chat cum walk around the condo event. kinda awkward lah to be fixed such dates in such "年代".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the 32y.o is typical mummy this mummy that boy. but fortunate thing is he still can communicate so its not that bad. as per instructed by his mummy he was supposed to exchange contact numbers with me so he did so before he excused himself to go pick up his dad whom i was told the "director of the canteen association of singapore" *insert another OMG emoticon" simi background is this? let's see if there is progression or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only hurdle i need to cross now is to accept a man whos like 5cm shorter then i am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11646830-115305526146243046?l=strawpicana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11646830/posts/default/115305526146243046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11646830/posts/default/115305526146243046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawpicana.blogspot.com/2006/07/blog-post.html' title='^^'/><author><name>Ren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00623993713409961206</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11646830.post-115044842234118377</id><published>2006-06-16T16:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T17:00:22.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blk 85 fengsan market</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff9900;"&gt;- 2 women, 1 man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff9900;"&gt;- 11pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff9900;"&gt;- starved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff9900;"&gt;1 woman craved for many food. went to order and came back with a table-full.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff9900;"&gt;1 Or Jian (Oysters fried in starch &amp; eggs)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff9900;"&gt;1 Black sweet sauce Char Tao Kueh (Fried Carrot Cake, dark style)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff9900;"&gt;5 BBQ chicken wings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff9900;"&gt;1 BBQ Sting ray with chilli &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff9900;"&gt;2 bowls Ah-Bowling 6's (Rice Dumplings with peanut &amp;amp; sesame fillings) in soup base&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff9900;"&gt;20 Satays&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff9900;"&gt;1 Bak Chor Mee (Minced pork &amp; pork ball noodles) in soup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff9900;"&gt;2 Sugar Cane drinks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff9900;"&gt;1 Jasmine Green Tea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff9900;"&gt;2 hrs at the market, slowly ingesting the heaps of food and talking cock.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Base: Never go markets with friends too frequently, waistline can expand too fast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Reason: Over-eating and laughing with more air injested. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff9900;"&gt;We ate like there was no tomorrow. *BUURRPPP~~*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11646830-115044842234118377?l=strawpicana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11646830/posts/default/115044842234118377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11646830/posts/default/115044842234118377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawpicana.blogspot.com/2006/06/blk-85-fengsan-market.html' title='blk 85 fengsan market'/><author><name>Ren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00623993713409961206</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11646830.post-115034548547520914</id><published>2006-06-15T12:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T12:24:45.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>loots</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7213/953/1600/loot1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7213/953/200/loot1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7213/953/1600/loot2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7213/953/200/loot2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my new loot. from I.PZone in Simei East Point. Kinda cool yeah? I like~&lt;br /&gt;I do not own a sweater so it's good to pick up 1.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11646830-115034548547520914?l=strawpicana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11646830/posts/default/115034548547520914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11646830/posts/default/115034548547520914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawpicana.blogspot.com/2006/06/loots.html' title='loots'/><author><name>Ren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00623993713409961206</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11646830.post-114985894490393767</id><published>2006-06-09T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T21:20:19.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BKK Day 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Quickly, let us run thru day 4.&lt;br /&gt;Today the gang of 4 leaves for home at 11am and that leaves the both of us for the remaining 2 days.&lt;br /&gt;Today I've finally get to sleep slightly later then the usual days. Like 9, 9 odd. Woke up slightly fresher then usual. Washed up and Mr. D enagaged his old time gf to meet up for lunch. So happens she works in the building beside the hotel we lodge so it was easy to meet up with her. Meeting Jarr was a simple pleasant experience. Sincere lady, yet another true account of nice thais. We had lunch at the Pasta 'n' Noodles place. My their serving is HUGE. I ordered a Carbonara Pasta and I could only do 80% of it. too rich and creamy to down it despite we had ate nothing cept some chips that morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy talking to Jarr. Though thai, but she does her english fluently. Golf does his well too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch and some catching up we headed Emporium for an afternoon of slow shopping. Headed back to the hotel to rest abit before heading to siam sqaure again.&lt;br /&gt;I am in love with the Barvian Donut from Dunkin Donuts. Tasty woh and for 19B each only, had 2 in a row. 2 days. :P FAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More shopping in siam sq that leads us back to MBK again. This time more buying.. Pirated Le Sportsac for "roy gao gao - 199B" [insert oh my god panda screaming emoticon on behalf of ahui] :P and many other things. but i can never get shoes in bkk after so many days of shopping.. sigh.. not my type. and i can never get to asia hotel to visit naraya too. so thats why i din manage to buy any of those bags i like back too. hmm wheres asia hotel liao huh? i also forgot which train station is it near too liao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah hui reminded me to eat milk plus' bread and i saw the pastry shop BUT i forgot to go and try it.. see thats wat happens when u shop in excess.. literally too tired to recall much. and sadly i did not get too much nice thai food too. the best i had and is like still now lingering on the tastebud: the 35B pork balls in spicy soup with glass noodles from paragon. i want another 5 bowls of that now can i? awwww&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess the accumulated walking from the previous days is really taking a toll on me. i had a super early nite. and deep sleep. :P&lt;br /&gt;despite the slow pace this is also tiring. more of the final day update to come. soon~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11646830-114985894490393767?l=strawpicana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11646830/posts/default/114985894490393767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11646830/posts/default/114985894490393767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawpicana.blogspot.com/2006/06/bkk-day-4.html' title='BKK Day 4'/><author><name>Ren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00623993713409961206</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11646830.post-114976872282873840</id><published>2006-06-08T19:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T20:25:37.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BKK Day 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;As I am re-charging myself with my Koka Cuppa Noodles now I shall give you an update on Day 3 BKK. But b4 1 start. Pls! stick to the flavour of cup noodles u like. I had always been on their Tom Yum and it's always entricing. Today it's chicken soup flavour. I wish I hit Tom Yum flavour at the dispenser earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie, Day 3. More tiring. cos it 2 nites in a row where i did not get quality sleep.&lt;br /&gt;we woke up at 8 as usual and gathered at 9am for breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we have a local host to show us around and there he was 930am at the hotel cafe with his gf.&lt;br /&gt;Presenting : Mr. Piyamanoset &amp; his gf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7213/953/1600/bkk4.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7213/953/320/bkk4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's his family name if you people must be wondering. Fortunate for him. His aunt gave him an English name so we did not had a hard time addressing him. Unfortunately, his aunt called him "Golf" I almost introduced myself as "Tennis" :X joke aside. Kib is the gf. Have husband and Wife look? Ah eng says have. I feel same same :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off we set out for another Amazing Race BKK day. Hired a taxi and our dear guide for the day fiak some thai to bring 3 of us to the destination, the other 3 packed themselves into his car. 30mins later we are in Bobae Tower. Wholesale tower where you would see many vendors come and buy in bulk stocks and tourist like us who gets slash throat. I picked up 2 t-shirts as gifts here and when they present me the price chart i nearly drop jaws. 1piece 180B. buy a dozen 55B each.. what the what the what the? 70% of the selling price for wholesales? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:$#@$%#&amp;amp;%"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;$#$%#&amp;%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;*&amp;amp;^ but i aint no business woman. so LL to be slashed. There aint much things to buy here frankly so we did not stay for too long. I picked up 1 piglet for myself here too.. shall get piglet mei to show face one of this days yeah =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next stop, lunch. Swensen at the Central World Plaza. the former World Trade Centre. Under renovation now and very messy. One thing abt western food here is very economical. 130B for a set meal (choice chicken, pork or fish) plus free flow salad bar. I took the pork. Very nice. Ever eaten tender pork thats grilled with sweet sauce? Juicy meat. Very typical thai flavour. sweet. It was a nice meal indeed. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after food. we walked over to the erwan shrine aka 4 faced bhudda. some prayed while some of us hang around to look at the scenes. they have interesting culture where the young gals will dress up heavenly in bright colours hair accessories and nice make up to dance and sing to the goddess. if you want to pray in that manner, i think you can pay some money and they will write down ur name and these ladies would chant in singing to the goddess while u kneel down to sincerely ask for ur blessing. i was told "tian niu" she actually had her wishes come true and she enclosed the surrounding area and danced topless for the goddess as offering. so i examined the place and found it almost difficult to entirely enclose the whole area and the BTS line was just up the site. I think the train riders must had had a feast that day. some may even do multiple trips :X joking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after erwan shrine. more shopping. off to the pratunam market and then the platinium fashion mall. nothing in pratunam for sure. plenty in platinium but due to time constraints we had to rush thru to leave the building to head back to sukhumwit for dinner at 8pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i like platinium mall. very new, just opened this feb. air-coned. price is around the market prices. wide variety and organised. its like shopping in bugis cept you can bargain. picked up slippers from my bro here..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;730pm we left for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next stop: Spring and Summer at Sukhumwit Soi 39&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7213/953/1600/bkk5.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7213/953/320/bkk5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pardon the dark pic but i hope you can make up the pic. otherwise visit &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bangkokrecorder.com/?p=yellowpages.yellowdetail&amp;aid=2&amp;amp;amp;amp;id=412&amp;YellowID=2&amp;amp;yellowID=412"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;it was a special arrangement done by our dear host golf in celebration of our birthday girl's ivy 25th.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7213/953/1600/bkk3.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7213/953/320/bkk3.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Our dear fren here was so detailed that he called his friend up to ask for a nice ambient place to dine in. Indeed it was a wonderful selection. Dinner in summer restaurant where u eat in dim warm orange lighting and nicely decorated place. high ceiling, huge book shelve facing the entrance and a bartender counter. traditional thai food with english setting very fusion. very nice. some wine and lazing on the long couch. very good way to ease away the entire day of tension from the madness shopping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt; &lt;br&gt;after dinner. out to the summer cafe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;you get to sit in the open air on cushions and u drink with ur back lied down, counting mini stars on a greeny grassland. very romantic. how nice a setting rite to celebrate your bday. golf is such a romantic boy. =) and very detailed. that's what i like in the thais. very genuine people. he also mentioned its difficult to find houses with grassland and such a huge pouch in bkk. so its a rare gem indeed. alittle abt the building i read. it was built in the mid 1900s and a thai actor bought over the land to renovate the place into a restaurant. i chanced upon the owner by chance as well. complimentary of golf pointing out his presence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;oh and peep at the cake. sinfully chocolate. very sinful but very difficult to resist. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;some lazing around chatting after the dessert under the stars before we call it a nite =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7213/953/1600/bkk2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7213/953/320/bkk2.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;the happy faces of the 8s =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11646830-114976872282873840?l=strawpicana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11646830/posts/default/114976872282873840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11646830/posts/default/114976872282873840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawpicana.blogspot.com/2006/06/bkk-day-3.html' title='BKK Day 3'/><author><name>Ren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00623993713409961206</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11646830.post-114925903556883043</id><published>2006-06-02T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T22:54:47.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BKK Day 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;They say holidays are rejuvernating, I do not think likewise, especially if your destination and kakis are shopping freaks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Day 2, we started at 9am at the hotel lobby for breakfast. Had to wake up at 8am to shower so that we had ample time to prepare. The nite before, I hardly sleep. 1st I was on the left hand side of the bed and I kept feeling its sunken in. Went into bed at 230am the nite before and at 430am I was still tossing and turning around semi conscious mode. So finally at 430am after waking mr. D up for many times we decided to swap position.. place i mean :p (psst i kept thinking the bed was empty beneath and there could potentially be a body!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;No better, the right hand side bed was firmer but now I keep getting nitemares and pespiration despite the aircon is cold. I thought I could be so lucky to be so be "surrounded" by "good friends" that keeps disturbing me and refuse to let me sleep plus prior to the trip, my "nice" friends had been telling me about "friends" present in the hotel rooms and how to sight for their presence. I was somewhat disturbed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;With max only like an hr of shallow sleep, the next day was really hectic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;4 sets of breakfast for selection on the cafe menu, we wallop breakfast in 30mins and off we headed to the BTS to catch the train to Mo Chit Station, far end of the line. Chatuchuk Market here we come. BTS is still the best mode to travel. packed but its clean air cool conditioning and fast no jams. roads in bkk is atrocious. air gives black nasal discharge daily. (i call it "oor kim - black gold")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Chatuchuk has not changed a slight 5 yrs from then. Still as huge, I cannot recall 6 or 8 soccer field size. Still as crowded and the hot sun to top it. 4 hrs of non stop walking and I think I barely covered half the area.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Buys here: For myself: 2 sequins blouses - 550B, 1 pair of slippers for change - 50B, Ah eng's souvenior and sour lychees - 30B. The sour lychees thou juicy went to waste at the end of the trip, too tired to eat anything when u go back to the hotel. we rather hump, then eat. No I mean sleep. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The scary 199B gals bought too many things they had to go back to the hotel to unload b4 they continue part 2 of "chopping" (thai people pronouse the word this way). so it was good we got an hr rest and cooling down b4 we headed out again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;talking abt the bangkok sahara hotel located in sukhuwit soi 5, it is really a good buy in my views. room is spacious, located midway up siam and down to the weekend market. 5mins slow stroll to the Nana BTS station, 24hr supermarket at the neck of the soi, massage parlours, internet places, shops and nite stalls set up on the streets for more shopping, cafes and restuarants, plenty on the streets, no worries you will starve, clean toilet most importantly and its with a bathtub as well. (vital for karen jie jie - clean sheets &amp; toilet). the only set back is the room is constantly with a hint of ciggie smell which will take some aircon to reduce it and its an arabic and blackie paradise. no harrassments or insecurity of any sort thou. very safe to even travel at wee hrs and little prostitution observed. definately a thumbs up for future stays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;okie back to part 2 shopping: Mahbronkrong (MBK) S.C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;dropped by at siam paragon's food court for late lunch with mr. D 1st b4 we join the rest. waited for them to do lunch together but they went to do streetside stall 20B fried chicken noodles leaving the 2 of us starved to insanity. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i like the money handling system in the foodcourts in BKK. they run coupons systems where in older malls, they sell u a stack of 100B coupons and u tear the exact amount to pay for your food at the stalls. the modern malls like siam paragon now uses smart cards. you refund your balance after your meals. this way they dont handle money. hygenic, i like. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i had meatball glass noodles in spicy soup and i added more dried chilli to it. super ped (ped = spicy) i like~ and vietnam rice roll w prawn and tuna. the sauce and mint leave w succulent veges is nice. 50B for 6 rolls. Noodles 35B/bowl. inexpensive and vvv filing =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;got mr. D stewed pork and fried pork rice with extra egg. he dont like. this man is very picky with food. i cannot stand him. i wish he could apply his food choosing techniques to women. this way he would have lesser women around him. i wish - only if... *shake head*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;another madness 3 hrs shopping where the 199B gals fill up their haversack with victories again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Buys here: Nothing for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The evening was ended with a steamboat &amp;amp; ala carte dinner at Coca Restaurant. Coca there is in-expensive and un-tasty as well. per head for dinner is only 250B but the soup base and dishes aint really nice/bland. You can easily get stir-fried veges, 1 whole roasted chicken, charsiew and steamboat "liao" for 250B/head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Finished dinner and we went back to the hotel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;With the lack of sleep for 2 days, straining my left leg when climbin up the tuktuk the nite before and the amazing race like walking, 4 of us decided we need massage badly. the good thing was about our hotel location is there is a very good massage parlour juz 2mins away. checked the price out and soon we were checked in already. 400B for 2hrs traditional thai massage. 299B for traditional foot massage. we make reservation for 4 packs and zoomed back to the hotel to wash out legs clean. me fen and mr. D opt for 2hrs rubba while jim who was battling with sleep monster opt for foot. the 400B was definately good investment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;the massuers after collecting payment would lead u to the underground if u are doing the body massage while the foot massage stays at the ground floor. a set of PJ for u to change out and they let u lie down for the next 2 hrs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;both legs the masseur took 1 hr to soothe them for us. and miracle-ly the tuk tuk strain was almost gone. the following hr was back and head massage b4 they end with the "famous" break ur bone position where they stretch ur whole spinal and back, masseur underneath u. imagine u were 110kg, u better tips her other wise she would have to "toh tiap" herself for straining her back stretcing u :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;our 2nd hr massage, send 3 of us asleep. i hear mr. D snore, fennie too. me, i drooled when lying on the side of my head. unglam. the head massage was memorable. the masseur tugged my hair several times despite i was semi-conscious. i could sense some ah-lian cat fighting me like tat. play the tug hair type of fighting. lucky never tug 1 patch of hair off. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;went back to the hotel thinking i could get a sound sleep after the good rubba but i was wrong again. the shower freshen me up and i was up disturbing the man at wee 3am again. if u think he is poor thing always having a woman whispering in his ears when he is trying to sleep, then you are wrong. cos comparing what he does to me his is more devilish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;day 1 of the trip he has been pissing me off. started with nonstop calls on my home and mobile line after i sms to find out if he has woken up to catch the flight or not when i was like in the showers midway. can u imagine the tension with the phone ringing non stop and you trying to get ur shower done and over with fast. when a woman in in a hurry and she has not enough sleep, dont press on any further.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;day 2: chatuchuk market. we ended up the animal lanes which i wanted to avoid and this "animal lover" insisted on going in to have a walk so i pleased him by saying i will wait outside the lane. i was damn stupid to make that decision. when i had the 2nd thoughts and rushed in to drag him out risking birdflu from the dunno imported from where birds sellers, his hands was already carassing a puppy in the pan. FFCUK! pardon me~ and i had to force him to wash with the mineral water. thats the least i could do. he ate meat skewers with those hands without thorough wash with soap and water after that. CAN ANY1 TELL ME THE POTENTIAL RISKS I AM PUT TO? IT WAS ONLY DAY 2 AND I HAVE TO LEAVE WITH THIS MAN PERPECTUALLY FOR THE NEXT 3 DAYS. he got his lessons as well to, cos i nagged nonstop the whole of the day afterwhich. i am now back home with a cough and sore throat and flu initially. all farking respiratory related symptoms, no fever yet. mum has the same symptons too. if its full blown birdflu, i tell u this birdbrain man is going to die with me. i make sure i feed him my birdflu infested saliva daily till he comes down with it too. how KUKU can a human get? his apparently more KUKU then the bird species. the same mentality applies when it comes to sexual behaviours which in view of his privacy i shall not discuss! nuff said. this is the sore i am getting on day 2 only. more sores from him to come.. his sores are sore-er then the walking mind you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;off and out and have a good weekend folks~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11646830-114925903556883043?l=strawpicana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11646830/posts/default/114925903556883043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11646830/posts/default/114925903556883043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawpicana.blogspot.com/2006/06/bkk-day-2.html' title='BKK Day 2'/><author><name>Ren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00623993713409961206</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11646830.post-114909732074287460</id><published>2006-06-01T00:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T01:58:43.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BKK 26 to 30th May 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;okie dok, updates on the recent getaway I was on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;26th May 2006 - day 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;10am - assembly at the changi international aitport t2, mac for breakfast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;1030am - checked into departure where mr. d went to smuggle ciggies while i vent my whole tummy of anger on the free phone to ah eng.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;1155am - rushed from the skytrain area to gate c11 for boarding. boy it was close shave for if it was any later i would have missed my flight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;215pm (thai time) - Landed in "Land of Smiles" checked out and dive straight into the duty free shop. (sorry ah hui - arrival does not give discounts for le sport).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;3pm - bought 2x 100B airport bus route A3 tickets. boarded the bus to reach Sukhumwit Soi 11 - walking distance to the hotel. ended up reading the hotel map in a wrong direction and walked 30mins across soi 11 to soi 5 where our hotel was. price to pay for waiting to "taste" the budget travellor way. bad: walking under hot sun with a luaggage. good: bkk street smarter and meeting nice thais who would approach u to give u directions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;445pm - checked into the hotel and rested. waited for the rest who were on tiger air to arrive as their flight was delayed for 2hrs. bought toiletries at the nearby supermart meanwhile and took a cold shower to cool it down. 34 deg is nothing fun to cope with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;7pm - rest finally arrived in hotel, check in and rest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;730pm - out on the streets deciding where to go for dinner. am starved. off to yaowarat for sharkfins and birdnest. ate a the chinese resturant scala sharksfin restaurant - the 1 that i was once 5 yrs back. food prices remains but their standard dropped. very heavily seasoned dishes. so thirsty after the meal. birdnest for desserts. 100B for loose nest cooked into porridge texture. pay 1000B up u can get nest in nice shreds. same goes for the fins. 5yrs back - 300B 1 whole fin nicely displayed in claypot. now - loose bites of fins. but you still can get bites of it so it wasn't that bad still. 500B for a fins &amp; nest dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;did i say how did i went to chinatown? no right? tuk-tuk. the scary way. i was sitting on the outside (last 1 to get up) and mind you the speed they went plus all his "traffic cutting" dont grip tight = heart at mouth. but it was good experience. our driver was older and more "decent" the other driver who took 3 was younger and more daring. everytime he starts his car from a traffic stop, he would willy his vehicle 15deg up from the grounds. the gals had heart in their mouth and stomach like washing machines. thank god i was not in that car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;the tuktuk drivers suggested after-dinner entertainment. tiger show. 800B per head. we slashed the price at every traffic stop from our hotel to chinatown. finally we agreed to 400B/head x6 head. 200B per trip of tuk tuk. fat wages for them that nite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;off to a "private club" for thai-gals after dinner. the club wasn't as bad as i thought it would be. at least no "waist-up" nude waitress this time. my last visit to 1 of these clubs in 1999 in patpong, i was greeted with dark nipped waitress. not nice - so we walked out and din watch the show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;after much hearing of those acts from people, seeing the show really materialise them all. the hearing part sounds exciting frankly where the stunts they pull are like all so "wow-wow" but when u get to see them, really nothing much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;with the memories i have - let me list the stunts down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;1. ribbon - Thaigal (TG) pulls out a string of neon ribbon from her virginal and ask the audience to tug the ribbon out from the beneath. I think it was easily a 5m ribbon. mind u there, dont help them with their acts cos if u do so they would come to u later and ask u for a tips. by sitting on ur lap or carressing u till u tip them. thats the way they earn the extras. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;2. pingpong ball - 1 narrow tumbler on the floor. TG insert pingpong ball into virginal and then squat to drop ball into tumbler. 3 balls in a total. never miss a ball.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;3. marker - TG holds a marker with her virginal and write. msgs like hello and things on white paper. same thing they will come to u with the sheet and ask for tips.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;4. string of flowers - same as the ribbon act.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;5. ciggie smoking - TG can smoke 2 ciggies with her clit. amazing. (sadly i was on the phone - din watched her puffing).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;6. whistle blowing - if you din look at her, you could had mistaken it was the Bangkok Traffic Police controlling the traffic. :) minus there was no cars around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;7. candle blowing - TG can jerk air out from her cunt, pass it thru the "bubble-tea" like straw to put off like 8 or so candles 1 by 1. yet another amazing act.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;8. coke bottle filling - TG will lie on her back and empty 1/4 bottle of coke into her cunt, get up and hold her virginal muscles before inserting an empty bottle to release the coke into the other bottle. she then repeats it again to fill up 1/2 the bottle. applause. no drips totally. warm coke any1? :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;9. razor blade act - this is the most heard act. stunting-est among all to me. TG would pull out a whole string of razor blades. the old traditional type where its rectangular in shape. with the string of razor in the cunt still she would then use the 1st blade and cut paper origami before finally pulling out the whole string of blades. i've notice they way she stands when she pulls the blade out. very professional. i wonder how she keeps herself from getting cut. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;10. banana popper - TG would lie on her back and insert 1/4 peeled banana into her virginal. she would then tell u the direction she is going to pop the banana to and ask that audience to "hop" the banana. she aimed at this ang moh man behind me. i think she would tease the crowd alittle by misfiring a few times. like not flying the distance she wants rather only within her vacinity like after 2 to 3 attempts. so could u imagine the fear i have when i was sitted front row of the ang moh and she misfires. i was so worried i kena hitted by "wet banana". anyway i siam buay hu hiding in my gf's lap when she exerted force to launch the banana out. heng i was not fired at.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;11. balloon shooter - same thing like the banana. TG would appoint audience to hold balloons for her while she fire needles thru a tube to burst the balloons. lucky this time the direction was not my side. she missed a few shoots with needles flying around. i was worried to kena the potentially hiv++ needles also. siam meh meh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;12. the "action" lastly. 1 thai man + 1 thai woman. man erected full size when on stage. lights dimmed with spots light on and off. they then perform gymnastic sex. like for half and hour or so. i must say the 2 of them money hard to earn. the turning twisting to change sexual positions are not the norms i would say, try engaging such sex at home with ur hubby / bf i think the 2 of u can visit the chinese physician for 2 solid months. i find the positions and swaps really gracefully done, except they are really doing for the sake of performing. zero sound produced. don expect audio excitment from the gal (the only audio u get is loud techno from the speakers) and expressionless acts. i think they are so seasoned going rounds after rounds nitely they are "numb". i pity the 2 of them too - hard earn money. imagine per hr they have to screw 1 another for tens of humans to watch them and they repeat it a few times a nite. the man must have forward his 30yrs sex life to a short 10yrs if he remains in the industry long enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;fennie (1 of my gf) asked her bf when they got back to the hotel if he was sexually aroused by the act or not and he said no. i think we bunch are well-disciplined asians. the ang moh on my right was carasseing the 2 TGS in the breasts while the act was going live on stage. In return the 2 TGs managed to "stroke" that dirty ang moh from "ruan ruan banana" to "stiff rod" we could not help not to be distracted as that semi-bald was really too explicit with his act. the breasts kneading act... meanwhile i was told the nigro behind us tore another thai's skirt while he was too sexcited being "rode" on his tool by the gal. i was told he was making funnie noises from the excitement that fennie was so distracted she had to turn to see him being ridden.. how lucky can u get ah. next thing i know was the TG asking if any1 wants to service the nigro.. hard money also. dunno she would be extra tipped for her ripped skirt or not. this nigro also v daring. raw sex with a TG and still wanting more.. *shake head* no wonder HIV cannot be contained. at some point of times the acts going on on the grounds are more "extertaining" then those on the stage. eye opener really. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;finished the hr show and we left the "club". the nite was still young and we were reluctant to sleep. so we asked the tuk tuk driver to drop us at the suan lum nite bazzar for late nite shopping. sadly no rewards, bought nothing except juz viewing and browsing. the 2 other gals were already with a few bags when we called it a day. this is juz the start. more horror as i report :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i call fennie the "roy gao gao" gal now. "roy gao gao = 199B in thai"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;over and out now. be back with day 2 happenings real soon~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;nite all~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11646830-114909732074287460?l=strawpicana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11646830/posts/default/114909732074287460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11646830/posts/default/114909732074287460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawpicana.blogspot.com/2006/06/bkk-26-to-30th-may-2006.html' title='BKK 26 to 30th May 2006'/><author><name>Ren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00623993713409961206</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11646830.post-114848021134262769</id><published>2006-05-24T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T22:16:51.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>quick update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sorry folks, for the lack of updates for the past weeks.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so here you go a quick 1 b4 i left office for the day.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;work: hectic 3 weeks. day in day out of 14 hrs from 930am to 1130pm.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;alot of procastination at work, little motivation, not efficient, putting things off, alot of hiccups with some deals. in short long hrs, extreme tiring.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;play: 1 recall 1 bbq session, 1 steamboat session &amp; 1 overnite chat session with the regular gangs.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;leisure: devil beside you on scv and peach protein nitely (almost - of the topics are good) and if i aint dosed off on the sofa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;rest: weekdays - 5hrs sleep weekends 12. thats the average.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;happenings: none! no havoc no nothing.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;its difficult to think with a fatigue mind, sigh. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;upcoming event, the very much hyped abt tour that was booked in early april. setting off in 2 days time. be away from the cosy usual comfy bed for 5 days. current mentality: madness rush to clear work b4 going off on leave. zero excitment maybe 2% increment today cos work is lesser in backlog now and more discussion on the itinerary. not very excited on the trip cos looking at the itinerary planned - fri afternoon arrival, check in hotel, whole sale market. sat: chatuchak another market follow by maybe some shopping malls then nite time suam lum nite market. sunday bo bae market follow by 4faced bhudda visiting. 2 days in a row of markets markets. sian 1/2 i am looking forward to a blend of shopping malls and stuff. shall see how it goes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;more updates when i am back folks. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;out.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11646830-114848021134262769?l=strawpicana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11646830/posts/default/114848021134262769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11646830/posts/default/114848021134262769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawpicana.blogspot.com/2006/05/quick-update.html' title='quick update'/><author><name>Ren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00623993713409961206</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11646830.post-114685266604167009</id><published>2006-05-06T02:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T02:11:06.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random thoughts.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tell me folks, what is your transition period like everytime when you fall out of love?&lt;br /&gt;1 days? 1 week? 1 month? 1 year?&lt;br /&gt;Frankly, there ain’t a standard. But 1 week is kinda too way too fast, don’t you think so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, I think things are really over with TC &amp; bro because we have this new gal on the block who crashed in tonight. i was told by my mum on the fone this evening that TC called her and talk to her. Asking her things like “how come she does not like TC, is it because she lied, does she not treats my family well?” and stuff and so on and so for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prior to that TC she msged me which got me alittle inbalanced trying to counter her which in the end, I did nothing. Coming to relate things together, she seems to be in a bad patch. Hey, am I also like ahui? 同情心泛滥? Or she genuinely needs some care and concern at this point of time? I frankly do not know how to communicate to terms with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we are still fumbling with TC in our thoughts and not really settled down. And on the other hand things of TC has not even been cleared, came another gal. don’t rub your eyes. YES! We have another “resident”, which I only said like 1 hi to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A short conversation with my bro took place.&lt;br /&gt;Me: eh, you think u eating at an express sushi bar ah? 1 side haven finished start at the other side. (to me I term this as “熟食面恋爱” – quick &amp; instant.)&lt;br /&gt;Bro: that 1 no more liao.&lt;br /&gt;Me: then pack her stuff and send them back. Atrocious leh you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told mum, 一包都还没解决掉，又来了多一包。他当这里是什么地方? He says this is tampines chalet. Can vomit blood rite? Sometime I really do not know what’s processing in his mind. One hand he was crying silly when TC is leaving, the other hand he is turning ard way too fast. Next TC even told my mum that she was told a new gal was coming over today, this was also how we knew we would be expecting new face today.. sigh this is too complex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly I am washing my hands off. I think I’ve set bad examples to him that his following suit. My 4 yrs old ex-bf used to crash in over the weekends while we were dating and I think this seems to have injected into his puny brains that its alrite to let his date crash in. I mean I think its okie to do so occasionally and not like frequently. And most imptly is you don’t crash in like within the 1st few days or few weeks of dating rite? Errmm not even when the excuse is “miss tour guide is flying off for work tomorrow and our home in tampines is closer to the airport then her place in jurong.” Excuse me, prior to seeing mr. tampines you don’t have issues with going to work, so what makes it after you start seeing him? No excuses… wait. I am washing my hands off..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is very inorganised I know, because the tv is on with 桃色蛋白质 and I am juggling btw tv and the pc. Also I am not in the right organized thoughts to pen this down. This is all I need to record.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before I end, TC’s last note:&lt;br /&gt;“Hi Miss Yeong, I am Jenny here. I and your bro be steady coming to 2 yrs soon. Nw your mum did not approval us, to be together. Is yr mum did not approval us to be together early, I will not hurt myself so deep and so sad. Do you noe nw I everyday crying and I no appetite to eat any food for 4 days. All the while I treat you and mum very well, why you all treat me like this. I really don understand is it because our age tat why yr mum nt happy. I ready very sad n very upset. I long time never talk to you, in my heart I always treat you as my sister. Now I ready very sad and upset.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier TC also told my mum she has been coughing blood and was warded to the hospital for a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sad to a certain extend to hear such a things but this is really an issues with her. she has never been a regular healthy person who knows how to take care of herself on a normal day, not surprised if she is in worse shape now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I am recording this down so that it serves as memories. Good and bad ones. Let’s see what’s in store moving on.&lt;br /&gt;Nite folks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11646830-114685266604167009?l=strawpicana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11646830/posts/default/114685266604167009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11646830/posts/default/114685266604167009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawpicana.blogspot.com/2006/05/random-thoughts.html' title='Random thoughts.'/><author><name>Ren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00623993713409961206</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11646830.post-114662745061752197</id><published>2006-05-03T11:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T11:47:29.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If dreams, comes true, I wish this would..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I think I am a duo me of late. I live in 2 worlds. One physical and one spiritual. Woooo, don’t get me wrong, I am not associated with those ‘好兄弟’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, every night I put physical Karen to rest, spiritual Karen would take over her shift and start wondering in the dreamworld.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep having all sorts of dreams nitely. So much so that it is depriving me of my sleep now. I told ah eng I am constantly tired for the past few weeks and it seems that the due cause is from the extension of my thoughts in the day. She said, dreams comes true and I shriek, for if all the dreams came true I think my life would be like a local delicacy, rojak. Messy, sticky, yummy on another hand too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, but but, last nite, this dream of mine, is so unique, I would not mind it coming true.&lt;br /&gt;Recent discussion on ahui’s blog is about homosexuality, how they behave and what their life revolves. I am also an avid reader of a bunch of them (call me a closeted reader if you may) and I am very much inclined to the homosexual beings I would say. With all thes processings in the day time, came one sweet dream last nite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gals like to know him as Mr A now.&lt;br /&gt;Mr. A in my dream last nite was an unusually close, warm, really-man man *he is man most days lah, but last nite he was zero-bitchiness. 101% man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie, the dream started off with Mr, A waiting for me in the car when next come me, aheve and ahui chatting rowdily in. we then next hope into the car where Mr. A greeted us with a wide smile spread on his face. He soon then drove the 3 of us to school. So this told me we were school gals. Which midway I told Mr. A that I cannot go to school with the gals as I’ve forgotten to bring my bag with me. Mr. A smile warmly and says we shall drop the gals in school before we detour back home to pick up the bag and return to school again. I smiled and agreed. On the car journey home, Mr. A was heartily chatting away like a mid 20’s, making small talks, smiley, giggly thru out the entire journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then suddenly Mr. A he took out 1 white fluffy insect which I warn him not to use it to touch my face as I knew it would numb the sensation but he did and I had like my cheeks numb which got him worried and speeding home. (see the sudden unrelatedness here? More to come.) when we got home, he quickly rush me into the showers saying a bath would get rid of the reaction on the face which I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best part of the dream. I got out of the showers and Mr. A was! cooking a meal in front of the stove with nothing but his boxers on. The chest that I see was his early 30s chest. The chunky V muscular type. Woo.. additional perks I was “treated to” was a cuddle and him checking if the cheeks were okie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See good things don’t come in a dozen (except for Goodwood Park Durian Puffs, you want 6 dozens also no issues ) :P&lt;br /&gt;I was woken up when the cuddle could had move on.. *evil chuckle*&lt;br /&gt;Oh, back to reality. This is one time I would totally with ah eng that dreams would come true. So when will the day come that Mr. A can romance me abit leh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahaha.. go bang the wall and wake the 大头鬼 up Karen..&lt;br /&gt;Back to my work, I haven quite warm up my engine this morning yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11646830-114662745061752197?l=strawpicana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11646830/posts/default/114662745061752197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11646830/posts/default/114662745061752197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawpicana.blogspot.com/2006/05/if-dreams-comes-true-i-wish-this-would.html' title='If dreams, comes true, I wish this would..'/><author><name>Ren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00623993713409961206</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11646830.post-114657658070619330</id><published>2006-05-02T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T21:29:40.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Verdict of TC</title><content type='html'>Oh, I think I can go be a fortune teller with a "magic" crystal ball liao.&lt;br /&gt;Just as much as I've expect.. It was FALSE ALARM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More cheena wayang then the 琼瑶's 情深深雨蒙蒙。&lt;br /&gt;More dramatic then the Hindi Movies "Selvam" on Vasantham Central's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I do not need tv at home no more. Shoo shoo i'm gonna return my scv box :p and sell my vcd player and auction my tvs away and trash my pc off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have REALITY TV playing at home... but i am not into reality tv, not when it's not as "REAL" as it should be..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should watch the regular tvs instead :)&lt;br /&gt;out n back home. long day in office...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11646830-114657658070619330?l=strawpicana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11646830/posts/default/114657658070619330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11646830/posts/default/114657658070619330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawpicana.blogspot.com/2006/05/verdict-of-tc.html' title='The Verdict of TC'/><author><name>Ren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00623993713409961206</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11646830.post-114650302443493556</id><published>2006-05-02T00:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T01:16:55.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just like Heaven</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7213/953/1600/jlh.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7213/953/320/jlh.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one long weekend, plenty of tv watching and 2 romance movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;oh perfect way to wrap up my weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;trust me folks, if u have not caught this show. do so now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;run down to the rentals and ask for "Just Like Heaven" rope in ur boyfriend, husband, girlfriend, mummy, or even your lovey dovey doggie or plush toy and sink into the sofa with this show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;the last 15 mins is so very touching i wept. yes, at the expense of my eyes. but it so so touching i cannot hold the tears back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;ain't gonna say much about the storyline, just gonna say watch it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;oh any1 watched "all about love"? i think i am running to the rentals to drop the 2 cds and pick that up along with the few i mentioned.. hey what's gonna happen to my scv rental? wrong timing dude... kaoz.. out and to bed. nite lovers.. :p nite folks i mean...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11646830-114650302443493556?l=strawpicana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11646830/posts/default/114650302443493556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11646830/posts/default/114650302443493556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawpicana.blogspot.com/2006/05/just-like-heaven.html' title='Just like Heaven'/><author><name>Ren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00623993713409961206</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11646830.post-114649674053330663</id><published>2006-05-01T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T23:20:32.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>see, i told cha~ labour day ain't that labourless actually~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;See, I told you people, I am god damn sure there will be part 2 3 4 5 and 6. And in just less then 6hrs from my last post, the part 2 is non other then now, on-screen. This is even hotter then my new scv hot box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie, so at about 10pm the terror chicken stormed into the house and straight into bro’s room without even greeting people around or saying hi. Benefit of doubt, mum was in the bathroom again and there was no 1 to greet, so she is quite excused here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think she is here to 和解 or maybe even to pack her bags and go. BUT to my sane horror, she stormed in made some small talks, some noises then shut up complete and went silent for the remaining event. I just hope they are not making love. :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about not daring to face the folks or stuff like this, wow I see NONE of it in her man..&lt;br /&gt;I mean if it was me, I would had just got the guy to send my bags down and go… call this what? WHAT the HELL precisely. I know this lass would not give up this easily. It’s gonna be nitemares… For bro and for us.. imagine I have to call her SIL? Oh oh no.. pls… I rather SEAL in this case..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Period.. I know more is to come as expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My “Just like Heaven” is running half and hr on the vcd and I had to stop the running just to give an updates… I mean I cannot concentrate watching with these thoughts in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the show now, gonna finish it before its way too late like 1 2am before I turn in again. Folks has warned me to rest the eyes enough so I shall abide,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quotes from the movies that I kinda like and agree with them.&lt;br /&gt;“God have beer to make men brave and women loose”… *chuckle* true in every human sense. So beer can be good or evil whichever way you view it.&lt;br /&gt;“Emotionally unavailable” – yeah you know what? I am seeing such a man now. He! is “emotionally unavailable” ! hands n feets up with agreement.. out with such men.. wait I have to play with time alittle bitsy more. So that equates I have some more to “suffer”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the movies, I simply love weekends with movies in nowadays…&lt;br /&gt;all thanx to “In Her Shoes” not in-store that got me to pick up “Just like Heaven”&lt;br /&gt;I love this movie. Catch it if ya have not folks.. Reese Witherspoon kinda sweet while Mark Ruffalo rocks..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the lead. That’s the next rental on my list. Together with The Terminal which is also out the other day, In her shoes and plenty more. I am so into movies lately…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luv ya all, back with more juices tomorrow~ Out~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11646830-114649674053330663?l=strawpicana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11646830/posts/default/114649674053330663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11646830/posts/default/114649674053330663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawpicana.blogspot.com/2006/05/see-i-told-cha-labour-day-aint-that.html' title='see, i told cha~ labour day ain&apos;t that labourless actually~'/><author><name>Ren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00623993713409961206</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11646830.post-114647444817217133</id><published>2006-05-01T17:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T17:07:28.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;okie, i know what is missing out in my processing trend liao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;it is haunting me predominately the content of the sms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;does it serves as a hatred warning, a kiddish retaliation or just a harmless piece of information. i cannot seems to read the sms transparently and take it word for word. it has too much of a hidden meanings in it, i sense. or is it just me being to sensitive?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;arggghh.. meanwhile. my mum has yet complete her cursing and looking out. tiring...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11646830-114647444817217133?l=strawpicana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11646830/posts/default/114647444817217133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11646830/posts/default/114647444817217133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawpicana.blogspot.com/2006/05/part-2.html' title='part 2'/><author><name>Ren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00623993713409961206</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11646830.post-114647335195270330</id><published>2006-05-01T16:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T16:57:41.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>我会有报应吗?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I dunno to call it good news or not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I recieved a sms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Jenny Hp: Halo today i break off with yr brother already. U n yr mum shall be happy nw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I read the msg and I exit and placed my phone aside. Follow on, I went to break news to my mum. Which, mum then told me the silly boy is weeping secretly in his room. Not too soft that it can be hidden thou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Then follows him going out to the corridor and things after multiple smses came onto his hp. And mum and me has to follow out to see if he was okie. wah, sounds like the food chain cycle in the animal world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;See, I am spectulating that the woman must be on some hoax or threaten mode that gets him outside to be on a look-out and in return I have to look-out for my bro. Recalling the last time we were told she threaten my bro she would jump down from the 3rd storey of the multi storey carpark, i suspect its the same wayang mama opera replaying on my freshly arrived new hot scv box again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;With me on my background is my mum repeatingly asking me to go look out for my bro while she is bathing and changing in the bathroom till i am also like telling her, cool it.. sigh. i dunno if i should be a little more anxious now or be cool as a cucumber still.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;okie back to the boy, i broke the news to ah eng that terror chicken informed us of the breaking up. which i dunno if i should be victory for me for trying so hard to boycott her since nov 2005 or to be sad. frankly i am sad. see, bro is a very soft boy despite 25 and been thru so many relationships. everytime one ends he would always cry silly secretly and it hurts me to see that. i told mum, his no longer young and should be able to sort out things in him, date a prim and proper gal whos like ard his age, grabs a decent job and most importantly can hit off and be truthful in the relationship. the nitty grittys like we can accept her or not and how well it gets along all these can be adjusted one. but it never seems to fall in everytime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;move the focus to me now. same happens after my last relationship, which i consider it a flop also... things does not fall in prim and proper for me too. now the focus to my mum, she does not get the nice complete cycle too, except she is luckier, she managed to go thru a nice courtship and got hitched which in return produced the 2 of us. good in some way, bad in some. good because we get to see the world. bad, the world is not ideal as i wish it was. okie back to mum, why isn't she complete? 都怪我的死鬼老爸不会想。这么早就去卖咸鸭蛋。害我老妈年轻时就要吃进不少苦。*老爸今晚不要托梦给我啊，我只是着事实告诉我的朋友们而已。*你是真的年轻就不会想吗。更糟糕的是，连我也在步你的后成噢。有其父比有其女啊。嗨! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;okie, enuff later papa seriously come back give me blue black then i will have no peace liao.. wait.. long time never visit him with flowers liao.. bookmark my next weekend cal, i better do so asap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;in my recent post, i mentioned about karma. as in what goes around will come around. this time round i am so harsh to this gal, i think it would come back to me eventually also. so in order to earn some good deed i better do some charitable acts of any form. i am losing mental trend now as i am writing cos i am processing too much things in the mind now, plus running around the house to see if her shoes bags and wardrobe has been cleared and listening to my mum grumbling how bad as a gal she is and how my lao peh will come haunt her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;with this i better wrap and go r&amp;amp;r abit. i need to sort out my thoughts before i can pen proper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;out n be back for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;there will be part 2 3 4 5 and 6 i am sure cos the bags are not clear and stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;so play on "endless love" folks and stay tuned....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11646830-114647335195270330?l=strawpicana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11646830/posts/default/114647335195270330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11646830/posts/default/114647335195270330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawpicana.blogspot.com/2006/05/blog-post.html' title='我会有报应吗?'/><author><name>Ren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00623993713409961206</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11646830.post-114639213121435840</id><published>2006-04-30T18:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T18:26:29.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Labourless Labour Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It’s a long weekend. Woohoo, I love long weekend. This weekend the gals are not free to date me so I had to keep myself occupied to ensure that boredom does not creeps in secretly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for a kick start on the Saturday, I visited Uncle Steve Seah. Let him check the eyes and also did a refraction test too. My eye sight has suddenly take a change as how I was complaining from the start of last week that I am not seeing as clearly as I used to in the operated eye. So uncle Seah did tests to ensure that things are in place. But I am still not truly convinced that they are perfecting normal. Well, what can I say? Listen to his advises and try to keep my sight to the best loh. When the condition stabilizes, I shall equip myself with a new look. :P new glasses.. this faithful pair has been with me for donkey years, I think easily close to a decade already, myopic peeps out there must be shocked to hear me. What? 8 9 years never change glasses? Nothing fanciful, especially when you have this plenty problems in the eyes like me. And to ditch this pair for a new one? Oh no, he has helped me seens so much of the world, I will not ditch you 1 buddy. Did I mentioned his the longest lasting pair? I used to always visit optometrists and they would always break the “legs” of my old glasses and I would always have to go home to ask for money to fix a new pair from mummy. Come to think, these must be some dirty tricks those smelly optometrists does to a teen to boost their sales. Bad business people! *shake head* well. I don’t patronize them now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New prescription. I am 275 myopia with 350 astigmatism on the right, 1000 myopia with 50 astigmatism on the left. HUH! How to walk right? How to sustain normal activities right? I will prolly walk into the longkang or mistaken “lao gao” as “yan dao” right? No wonder of late, I have always been claiming boy X or Y very yan dao. Must be these eyes of mine. *chuckle*. Then again, I had always had weird taste, boys that others gal claim average, I would claim as can do. I think I am less demanding in this aspect.. sigh, can this be a conformance in the boys world as well? Can boys be less picky as well?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie, enuff of rattling. Back to my Saturday. After visiting Steve, I walked down to taka to visit ginseng godma. Had a good talk with her before leaving her to get busy with her customers. Did not even get chance to say bye bye. She was simply too occupied with customers 1 after another. Which is good for the sales people. The taka store was taken over by another organic food store. I took a stroll in the store, to check out what was in store, ready to eat confectionary, milk, soups, dressings, tea – all organic. Pretty pricey as well. I observed the flow from outside, same location, different commodities but the flow is so much better for them. I conclude, commodities is such important factor to consider if one shall venture into business? Never open a goldsmith shop in Ethiopia where the poor kids cannot even afford proper clothings and food, least to mention your gold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After visiting godma, I went down to PS to shop since it was long time since I’ve been there. Plenty of sales going on in many fashion boutiques as it was a long holiday. These retailers are so smart to try to make a sum knowing that more crowds would be expected when it’s a long weekend and more would come out to shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also contributed to the ecomonics :p&lt;br /&gt;Bought my very 1st Dorothy Perkins top. Sales item, but basic top which I can use everyday in office. 1 colour that I seldom use also, dark green. Sigh, with this new job, dress code is an issue everyday. Waking up to decide what you want to use for office for the day is a chore. Where were the good ol’ uniform days? :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had late late lunch after shopping. Headed home aftrwhich.&lt;br /&gt;Picked up some vcds from the rental before I came home. This is plans to keep myself occupied on the Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just finished watching “天生一对”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7213/953/1600/2become11.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7213/953/320/2become11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Since the “夏日抹抹茶” I’ve been very much in love with him and I try to not miss out his every romance show. So needless to say 小齐 you have once not failed to induce happiness in me oh. But I kinda feel this 戏份 this time is way too little. More of 杨千华 appearance. If you have watched the show you would know Richie 饰演的角色. In real life, if Mr. Right was very much like him, then this would be ideal. I like Richie character in this show. Very much my 理想情人的合格标准. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7213/953/1600/2become12.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7213/953/320/2become12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh dream on again, if lesser of what sh*t I am fixed in occurs, I should 杀鸡拜佛 already, still expecting 理想情人. Dream more… okie, let’s just put this simple. All I want in a relation is the simple 1 + 1. One man one woman monopoly game. Nothing more, nothing fanciful. The add on like 2 rings, 1 banquet, 1 flat, 1 baby can come later. Let me fulfil my 1 man 1 woman dream 1st.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, eligible man out there. You know what fulfils eligible criteria. Pls apply now.&lt;br /&gt;Out for dinner and “Just like Heaven” later..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, 1 more thing. SCV arriving tomorrow morning.. Yeah.. 恶魔 coming in 2 weeks time. It better be good time slots and more entertainment on tv. Simply nice. So for now, more reasons to stay home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out and have a good week folks. Luv ya all~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11646830-114639213121435840?l=strawpicana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11646830/posts/default/114639213121435840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11646830/posts/default/114639213121435840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawpicana.blogspot.com/2006/04/labourless-labour-day.html' title='Labourless Labour Day'/><author><name>Ren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00623993713409961206</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11646830.post-114606325209949890</id><published>2006-04-26T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T00:08:08.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hp shopping</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i think i am really not a techy geeky gal like many of the pals around me are.. ahemm hui mei mei hor? :P &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;okie. recently i am sick of the LG i am using (as ahboi says LG LG laoya gadget lah). Indeed I am starting to feel its alittle laoya liao cos the ringtone is way too soft my granny would prolly not hear the phone ring if she uses the phone. Least to mention oldie grannies, young vibrant gals like me also have hard time if the phone was not like 10cm near you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so today after work, I went to T mall and combed the 3 big telco players to see what's instore. Recently I am very much affected by &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://cn.pantech.com/RainMV-CN/swf/index.jsp"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Rain/Pantech&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; So much so I wish I own a Pantech too, so that I can be as hip as him :P. Owing a Pantech may make me feel better when I talk on the phone too, cos it would constantly reminds you of the sunnyboy, Rain. eh eh wait, sunny &amp; rain contradicts. What should I name him leh? Rainyboy? :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Okie. Back to hp shopping, there are so many selections in the market now. Plenty 3G, PDA, value phones, mega pixel phones. Too much a choice. Frankly I am never too specific with gadgets. For a hp, so long as it can ring, can vibrate, have a good resolution screen, good keypad I am very contented. Things like polyphonic, mp3 ringtones, mega pixel camera, video recording, games etc are really perks. And frankly all these add ones are $ costing. I am practical, if I can top some money or sign a contract for a relatively good phone I can giggle liao. I have never owned a mp3 ringtone phone yet. So the next one I would ideally like it to be mp3 toned. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh, when I was at the red umbrella telco, I saw &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://asia.cnet.com/reviews/photo_gallery/0,39034081,39291821-003p-1,00.htm"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; phone. Looking at the date of the news, you can tell how backdated I am. This phone was launched Nov 2005, gulp~ almost half a year, till date then I've spotted it. Cute housing, cute wallpaper &amp;amp; cute navigation buttons yeah?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Presenting:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="Cutey"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Cutey Micky Mouse M900&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7213/953/1600/dmobo.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7213/953/320/dmobo.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Limited singapore edition some more woh. I didn't see this on display thou.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cute yeah? Definately a hottie in HongKong I am sure.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The damage? $350 with 2 yrs red umbrella contract. Then again in name of kawaii-ness and not sure what's the features &amp; functions like. It's a costly investment to me. With $350 can easily get a good NoNo Brand hp features packed. But nontheless I am still very attracted by it's kawaii-ness. The limted SG version colour is better as compared to the rest. Hmm uncle fortune? can you pls inspire me with golden 4 numbers when i wake up on saturday morning and give me a small windfall? Just enough to cover my $800 bkk trip and surplus for a good ring-ring tool can liao :P *pray pray* &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wake UP~ work harder missy karen and earn the bucks lah..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;talking about 4Ds, let me bring you back to &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://strawpicana.blogspot.com/2006/03/karen-goes-to-carls-jr.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;20th March 2006&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Remember the 4 nice digits lobang number I gave? 1,8, 3,7? It came out a few times in the subsequent weeks. Nothing for me, cos I've never bought this set of numbers. Never have luck with fortunes like this. It's pre-destinated in me that I have to slog for money. So, needless to dream. Back to reality.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Need to go off now, to take a break, shower &amp;amp; sleep early.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Past nites has been atrocious.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Staying up late to read kennysia, surfing and all those you can name. Off th bed early today. The visions has been blur the whole of today, the operated eye has been giving trouble since start of the week, review with ah seah this sat. I hope they are good.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tunes: Rain Pantech / Shou Ji&lt;shou&gt;&lt;shou&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Repeat listening gives you a nice humming catchy tune in the brain. For a korean, he sings pretty well in Mandarin, better then the Ennglish which I was introduced once. :) Out~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11646830-114606325209949890?l=strawpicana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11646830/posts/default/114606325209949890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11646830/posts/default/114606325209949890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawpicana.blogspot.com/2006/04/hp-shopping.html' title='hp shopping'/><author><name>Ren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00623993713409961206</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11646830.post-114581053155205923</id><published>2006-04-23T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T01:10:50.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>way over-due</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;my sincere apologies to all the avid readers (as they claim =p) out there for the lack of updates lately. well some may know by now the reasons behind it but it's really due to the work schedules, the going out more frequently and mainly the lack of time. We are talking about not getting enough sleep and also intensive work load. I hear alot of boo-ing by now. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;okie so what's happening to me in life now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;frankly i do not know where to pen down from as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;let stay from where i left off the last time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;holiday planned. bkk here i come on the 26th may. it's a 5 days getaway. very excited to be able to see the country again after so long. very happy i am getting to go away with a close friend fennie and that we can spend some quality time shopping a few pounds away, eating them back with good food again :P. i hear jeering again cos some of the gals out there must be thinking, serious bo, karen jie jie not truthful in her entries leh. the truth is as much as i am enjoying the pampering i am getting now, i am also very much mentally weighed down with the consequences from the indulgence i am exposing myself too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;details? nah the closer ones would know so i should not repeat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;ah eve mei mei told me the other day the gals are very worried over me. as much as you gals are, i am also very much worried of my actions as well. but for some silly reasons i am safe keeping, i am reacting in this manner. maybe "人家求婚，我就头昏" leh? cept people never 求婚, i'm very 头昏 already. ah eng says 5 yrs of not dating is getting me into very serious shit now. that's why i am so over-responding to what i'm provided with. but i console myself by telling myself that i am merely getting my fair share of attention while i devote my portion of companionship to the other party. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;i was reading kennysia the other day when one of his short talks says this : &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Lately, a lot of my pals are experiencing relationship woes. Whatever happened to good ol'-fashioned boy meets girl, boy falls in love with girl, boy marries girl? Nowadays everything becomes complicated with affairs, pregnancy, lies and deceit. I just felt helpless when I wasn't able to help them out of their unenviable predicament" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;i totally agrees with what he says. i am feeling as helpless for myself when i am stuck in a situation whereby i do not get the good ol'-fashioned boy meets girl, fall in love and get married. i asked myself, i used to be a player in my previous relationship which resulted in me getting nothing out of it after putting in years. aint that enuff for a lesson learnt already. and when this one sets in so quickly i was very ready to commit and devote. i guess i am too quick this time and not checking water out carefully before i swam. sharks i may meet, bitten i may get, wounded i may result but i am already out swimming liao. 2 options i can either sink and die or swim back on-shore asap. i'm choosing to stay in water to observe the sea awhile more before i plan to come or not come back on-shore. dangerous yeah, sharks may come yeah. but no pain no gain. then again, it all revolves the silly commitment. sometimes i am weary. karen karen why are you putting urself into such fix? sometimes i console again. if this is such tides you know you are getting, then swim along with it. dont let the tides hit you and drown. swim harder, come back on shores fast. but as much as i can tell myself swim back, the tides are pulling me further out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;okie enuff of rattling of the unknown truth. its another growing stories i put inside my scrapes for the children i get in future. know a person well before acting. 头昏是不好的现象。理智一点。万事都要三思而后行。知道了吗小朋友们？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt; &lt;br&gt; ========================================&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;post note: as i was re-reading my entry, this strikes my mind, it's karma i think i am striked with. as a player before i've wounded some1 elses and resulted hurt in him. but then again i told myself i've got "punished" to stay love-less for 5 yrs, and he has got himself a nice wife to settle down with and start a family. do i still deserve such treatments? 是我不慧眼实英雄吗? or what went around is coming around me this time round? if this is karma and i'm out to be played this time, i resolve it to fate. period, out, weary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11646830-114581053155205923?l=strawpicana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11646830/posts/default/114581053155205923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11646830/posts/default/114581053155205923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawpicana.blogspot.com/2006/04/way-over-due.html' title='way over-due'/><author><name>Ren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00623993713409961206</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11646830.post-114399656559686080</id><published>2006-04-03T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T00:49:25.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I.M H.Y.P.E.R.E.D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;READ: I"M HYPERED!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chanced upon knowing that the gals are visiting BKK in late May over shopping last saturday &amp; that was enough to adrenaline me for the next 36 hrs.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Still very much excited over the sudden news :P. actually i already had plans to go away for a break and it was so coincidental that ah eng &amp;amp; gang suggested a 2days KL weekend hike which i gave verbal que to go ahead with almost immediately liao.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but when news from "land of smiles" came i was even more concrete.. sorry kl i think i have to miss u this time round. sorry ah hui, eng &amp; eve. given words liao but now i have to change my mind.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;land of smiles despite being in state of commotion with the election going on, siam square shopping malls not operating, mama nagging saying its to dangerous to visit aint stopping me anywhere with plans making.. i feel so vibed up now with tom yum goong running in my bloodstream now.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it's been 5 yrs since 2001 i've revisited the place and i am so badly wanting to. this time round, must make plans fall thru.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pending: -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. clearance from uncle steve seah's confirmation that air flights are okie for post op babe at 3 months lapse.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. air tickets purchase: have got quotes already. the super cheapo me is flying in tigers and back airasia in order to get the best rates &amp; best timing. monitoring to hopefully have even better deals. current: $148++ for 2 ways.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. hotels: too many choices especially when on budget constraints. looking at S$50 per nites hotels. have a few in minds liao. deciding when air flights are booked. cannot compromise too much on hygience and comfort thou, despite the $ &amp;amp; cents issues hovers. me being freaky me...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. leave approval. bossy, may i? 2 days only.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;most impt is dr seah's approval, if ah seah says no no.. atmospheric pressure difference can cause side effect on yr eyes then i can ask ah steve go fly kites liao. cause he would had literally wet blanket my 48hrs vibe... giving him a call next morning immediately his clinic open... :P (read: cannot wait ah)!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sometimes simple little things like this in life can really make a person happy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i feel good, cause its really helping me unwind the tension from work of late.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;updates of the weekend: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. visited ah seah, eye is in perfect recovery mode.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. lunch with ah eng in taka - tonkichi jap restaurant. heavy pork chop rice meal washed down with plentyly nice green tea. very filing a meal... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. updates on ah eng's taipei trip.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. visit to ginseng godma and updating her of our lives. she keeps asking me to come with another partner on my next visit everytime. but i had always been doing so mah.. AH ENG visits her with me wah! :p&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. met fennie and T for tea.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. upcoming travelling plans.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. plenty of sleep. very reguvernated now.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;side note: fennie is trying to "chunk" me with an ex-colig whom i've knew some times back.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;T: help me get a gf lah (based on what fennie says)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;F: my perfect gal for u on mind now is karen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: in town with ah eng, phone rings.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;F: where are you now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M: in town. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;F: good let's meet up for coffee. i am with T.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M: okie see you in 30mins in paragon.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;F: (over tea) T asked me to look for gf for him.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M: now i know why my phone rang.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In the nite:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;F: (over the phone with me) T asked, "what happens when 2 noisy people gets together?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;F: then either one of you would have to give in and be a listener.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M: GULPPP!! what was T thinking?!!!???!!!!!! (choked on saliva)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;F: (sells bf mode on and went rattling for minutes).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M: listen tentively.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;F: *BURST* KAREN!!!: you are always like this. i am the tensed up one worrying over details when you are always so cool when i tell u things of such.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M: somethings are best not hurried, if it would fall in place it would. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;F: Urrgghhhhh.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M: *laugh*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All i can say is: *grin* i think i am ready to do all the lovey dovey mushy things all over again with the right guy now. so it's a matter of getting the right guy into the picture.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;over &amp;amp; out and to the showers for a cold wash down then bed.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i have battle of the paperwork to fight tomorrow. its the sequel of the friday battle.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11646830-114399656559686080?l=strawpicana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11646830/posts/default/114399656559686080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11646830/posts/default/114399656559686080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawpicana.blogspot.com/2006/04/im-hypered.html' title='I.M H.Y.P.E.R.E.D'/><author><name>Ren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00623993713409961206</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11646830.post-114351209485641605</id><published>2006-03-28T09:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T10:16:45.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wet thigh</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;came to office in a taxi this morning. hopped onto one that and the uncle's radio was playing 梁静茹's 勇气. been awhile since i've heard the song so it was nice to hymned to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8mins journey i reached office got down the cab and felt there there was this wet patch on my right back pocket, with this 凉凉的感觉. so i peered back to check out what's wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kaoZ, if you see what i see you would scream! i've just showered. changed into new fresh clothes, put on nice perfume to make myself feel good for the day but i "SAT" on a wet "UN-IDENTIFIED" item that has caused my skirt to soak up the "UN-IDENTIFED" soucre of fluids. the patch was bigger then my palm, kaoz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rushed into the washroom immediately check out the skirt upon reaching office. *takes off skirt, looks at patch, sniff sniff, no smell leh, look look, no colour leh" ponder for awhile, sniff again.. confirm no smell. then what fluids lai eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the silly uncle's backseat run water from the heavy rain yesterday ah? or some kid's water bottle leak ah? whatever the cause, i am very shitty now. for the thought i am no more "clean and dry" as i wish i would be. for not knowing the source of simi dunno what fluid. and for the fact i cannot complain the silly cab company cause i dunno his car plate.&lt;br /&gt;*deep breathe* okie dok, some sponging with the hand towel did dry up some what the patch, i just have to let the air con do the rest of the job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for now: loon and try to concentrate on work.. or maybe i should concentrate and chant that his stupid car breaks down for 5 mins before i zoom into work..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;out &amp;amp; into my "back-breaking mountain of backlogs to clear"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11646830-114351209485641605?l=strawpicana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11646830/posts/default/114351209485641605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11646830/posts/default/114351209485641605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawpicana.blogspot.com/2006/03/wet-thigh.html' title='wet thigh'/><author><name>Ren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00623993713409961206</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11646830.post-114347763531249373</id><published>2006-03-28T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T00:47:00.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Karen goes to the dentist</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;WARNING! DISGUSTING CONTENT. DO NOT GO BEYOND IF YOU AIN'T STRONG IN THE TUMMY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Actually nothing to disgusting except for the fact that I had a lapse of 15years (or so +/-) before a dentist has worked his tools on my set of not so white pearly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;It all grounds down to my childhood phobia. This 30odd yrs old (at that time I was only like 8 yrs old) dental nurse whom would come to your classroom with yr records card and "escort" you down to the dental room. Since young I've had bad records of dental cavities that I had never fear getting them "mended" until 1 fine day when she "drilled" till the nerves were touched on and boy can you imagine the shocking sensation I've been thru. Since then, I had never failed to wail when I am on the dentist chair (cept on China Jump's dentist chair the wailing is of different sort. Nah, I've never been on China's Jump dentist chair... if I had, friends who knows me and my alcohol threshold would either have to boot me in the car's cart home or leave me to rot there till I'm sober day 2.). Okie back to the "proper" dentist chair. Since the incident everytime I had to fill a cavity or pull a teeth out, my mum would have to request from Miss Nasty Nurse some anaestatic jabs. Which she would unwilling induce more pain with jabs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I've never recall visiting the dentist after I've complete Primary education. cept only when the toothache is so bad in sme 1 or 2 occasions I vaguely recall. I choose not to recall cos I would have chicken skin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;SO today with much courage &amp; some slight anxiety when my name was called, I once again sat on that chair again. I must say it was a friendly Dr, Smiley I've met. His a nice and patient dentist. Discussed the possible problem I am having in my gap. And took patience to de-plauge &amp;amp; de-tartar my 32s or so. I din ask him to count. He found 5 small decays in my sets. suggested I tried to let him work on 1 or 2 - I.E DRILL... NO WAY!! so i addressed my psychological phobia to him and the on top my eye issues and he was nice to allow me to bring in drilling later. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Dr smile: say, okie we have a total of 5 to patch up..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Me: How many sessions to get them fixed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Dr smile: We can do all in one session. all 5 are early stage of decays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Me: *Toes all wet and curlier then curly fries* Okie I will see you for another 5 more sessions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;*chuckle* and by the way. I ain't lying when i said WET TOES. when i was out of his clinic i sense my toes were wet. this was how tense i was despite him being friendly and the scaling and polishing was pain-free except at some point of times "sensitive" as what he claims.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Dr smile: drills nowadays are better. we use high speed drills and its almost sense-less&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;me: yeah. but in any event if i faint, do dispose me in the back yard. drag me out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Dr smile: *chuckle* I've never had patients who faints.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Me: Yeah they prolly hang on ceilings. i see claws on yours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Dr smile: *straight face*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;But all in all the verdict was:- dentist aint monster who chains u in their chairs and go "zeh zeh zeh" non-stop. when i was uncomfy and i held my hand up he stopped. I must thank him for being co-operative. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;so over the next few months, you peeps can expect more updates on me getting my set worked with dr smiley. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;oh, 1 funny thing happened. after 29 yrs of living, i was re-taught how to brush my teeth again. see this is how bad a rapport i have with the dental peeps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Me: oh, my residing gums on this tooth. after de-tartaring can it resort back?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Dr Smile: nope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Me: then can I sweep it back in place with brushing? *hand action - brush up and down. shows him this is how i brush*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Dr Smile: *takes big denture model and big pink toothbrush out* this is how you brush. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;so kids now, learn. lightly in circular motions of the lower edge between the gum and teeth. not up down brushes cos that will cause the gums to reside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Me: then the molars how? can brush in this motion? *thru and from in strong motion*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Dr smile: these are yr teeth, not washing board. lightly will do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Me: *paiseh* thx doc halid. Bye~ zooms out of the clinic fast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;;P 30mins $50 poorer but I am very happy. clean teeth "taste" good and feels different on your tongue. i've been "eating" my teeth whole nite non-stop. at the same time feeling a big time fool not claiming any of my dental claims from all my ex-employers. now: want to claim also cannot claim. no such benefits. so peeps out there you know who you are, $80 per annum is better then from yr own pocket... :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;over &amp;amp; out to bed. nitez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11646830-114347763531249373?l=strawpicana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11646830/posts/default/114347763531249373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11646830/posts/default/114347763531249373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawpicana.blogspot.com/2006/03/karen-goes-to-dentist.html' title='Karen goes to the dentist'/><author><name>Ren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00623993713409961206</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11646830.post-114328920916978608</id><published>2006-03-25T19:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T20:24:30.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chocs &amp; stress level</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;i sensed it in me alot this week. partially due to hormonal changes &amp; greatly, stress. i truly feel now how stress can induce your craving for serotonin-producing food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;midweek i was already screaming for a nice cup of coffee &amp;amp; a slice of rich choco cake to ease my tension all built up from work. till date, sat i am still not pampered with the treat. oh well, it's due to laziness which got me waking up late noon and not wanting to go out to pwp as planned but i think i would do it tomorrow. i am also striked with "retail-therapy syndrome" as well. i kept wanting to buy 2 pairs of shoes. i mean it's in my brain. i keep telling myself i want to buy 2 pairs of shoes to make myself feel better. so on thurs despite working late till 8.30pm i went down to the expo metro sales. shopping with work-cooked brains is not a good idea. i was like walking zombie not concentrating, to analyze if i like or don like the things i see. i concluded i went despite being tired to walk so that i could unwind some. it did help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday, i packed up work slightly earlier and went to the sales again while on my way home in hope to fulfil my 2 pairs shoes "desire" but yuuuccccckksss~ don't don't!! visit sales like this too frequently. you would end up feeling disguised, repeatingly seeing the same things on sales. i went home empty handed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to serotonin and stress, since no choco cakes was there for me to indulge i substituded with chocolate bars instead.&lt;br /&gt;had some cadbury snack bar, some van houton nut bar last week and it all didn't seems to work.&lt;br /&gt;picked up kinder bueno and time out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7213/953/1600/timeOut.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7213/953/320/timeOut.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt; seems to have soothe me alittle.&lt;br /&gt;i kept thinking &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7213/953/1600/twirl2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7213/953/320/twirl2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt; was the delicious bar that i was seeking and yesterday when i saw it at expo 7-11. i was exhilarated. but after tasting it, it aint. bueno was the 1 that worked well for me. u know what? i actually made a blunder,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7213/953/1600/flake.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7213/953/320/flake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt; is the truly delicious 1. i cannot find it in the marts here.. so i should seek in bigger marts.... gambette &amp;amp; out~&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11646830-114328920916978608?l=strawpicana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11646830/posts/default/114328920916978608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11646830/posts/default/114328920916978608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawpicana.blogspot.com/2006/03/chocs-stress-level.html' title='chocs &amp; stress level'/><author><name>Ren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00623993713409961206</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11646830.post-114328692396152015</id><published>2006-03-25T18:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T19:47:44.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>raving madness week</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;-UGGHH- this post could had been up yesterday during lunch time but my fat finger tapped the space bar and soon 3/4 of my post VARNISHED!!! so this time i am smarter. i save as i go along. *cross those fingers*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;this week has been utter madness. has plenty to update but i simply lack the energy to do so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;work is piling up and on top of that, AUDIT!!! say half of my time, i am buried with the audit request digging into old mouldy compactus for old time records. tiring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;sleep has been bad for the entire week. had been sleeping on the couch like almost everyday till wee hrs before i stumble back to bed. there were days when the tv and door were left on and opened till like 4.3am!! luckily no cats or pests crawled in. pests maybe yes. bad. worst, the eye was left uncovered and unattended. talk about the hygiene and safety for it. zero. gulp~ hope ah seah would not give me bad news when i next see him. should bring forward his appt from 2 weeks from now to next sat. i cannot "resist" seeing ah seah!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;talking abt leaving the door open. i recall this incident years back when 1 nite the door was left open till wee hrs when suddenly a black cat dashed in from nowhere and frenzied itself in the kitchen for sometime. took some effort before aunt and me sent him out of the house. post-adventure, we found out it was the dried salted fish smell that lured him in. apparently i had seen it lurkingly wonder in the corridors for a few days. i think it must had plotted for a few nites before it courageously raved in, too bad u did not successfully ate anything. lucky for u we are not abusive people who scaldes cats.. eeeuuuu my hair is standing as i am typing his now.. no no no i am never an animal abuser. cept i smack "ka-zua". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;talking abt ka zuas. there seems to be an increasing numbers of visits in my area also. especially after fumigation, i would see alot of them coming out to do "strolling" along the void decks. last nite, 2 odd am, 1 came out and jalan in my living room. i was about to go back to the bedroom to sleep liao when i suddenly spotted it. carefully walking along the tv console. grabbed a stack of news paper, rolled it up, moved the box of cds aside and the sofa side, slowly waiting for it to crawl into the spacious area. *piak* dead. took 2 pieces of paper tissue wrapped up it's carcass, clean up the mess it left behind. some intestines juices splattered out and 1 feeler and some legs. yucks, he smelt quite abit.. this time because no1 was at home i had to throw it's carcass, usu my aunt would do it. b4 i actually trash it into the bin, i sort of went thru an interesting science lesson. with it wrapped in the tissue i held it in one hand and "examined" it. with thoughts proccessing in my mind like "oh, this is how the feets looks like, oh this is the head and it looks like this". but it din took me long before i was sounder and went like.. eehhhh ugly, throw throw.. :P but it was educational to "study a ka-zua"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;i have more interesting post on chatrooms &amp;amp; people which i intended to share but my "props" are saved in office laptop, so i should leave it till monday. stay tuned folks while i laze my perfect saturday away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11646830-114328692396152015?l=strawpicana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11646830/posts/default/114328692396152015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11646830/posts/default/114328692396152015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawpicana.blogspot.com/2006/03/raving-madness-week.html' title='raving madness week'/><author><name>Ren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00623993713409961206</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11646830.post-114282134454089758</id><published>2006-03-20T10:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T10:26:11.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shoes &amp; drain tiles</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#66ffff;"&gt;TO HELL WITH DRAIN TILES!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just brought my favorite pair of Charles &amp; Keith last saturday to the cobbler uncle to fix the worn out heel tab from my abused walking, so this morning I was so delighted I could use the pair of pink heels for work again. After leaving it on the rack for 2 weeks or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT PUI!!! I was caught in between the drain tiles when I was walking out, just beneath my block. See, how nice for a Monday morning start. Struggled for a few minutes, could not loosen the shoe, and in despair a kind malay man in his 30s came along. He placed down his marketing &amp;amp; ask me to step aside, lifted up the tiles slightly with some left right loosening effect and I slowly pulled out my shoe. Thank god the heel did not broke, so I was some blessing in disguise. BUT, the leather covering the heel is so badly SCRATCHED that I can feel the heart bleeding badly now.. Dripping red flesh blood.. ARGGHHH.. of all to happen on my most favorite pair of shoes at current..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I am super duper unlucky when it comes to women-y shoes. Over the last few weekend, I was in town with another pair of black slip ons, also the same thing happened, the leather covering got scrapped off 1 huge chunk from shifting aside to prevent bumming into a woman when going down the stairs. I lose balance &amp; somewhat missed a step. There when "falling" the shoe was damaged also!! ARGHHH!! What's with me and shoes? No luck? Not faithed to keep them nice nice for as long?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what sucks most? I feel damn frustrated when they get damaged. For I am a girly gal who cannot stand it when my shoes gets "hurt", I get more "hurt" in return..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARRGGHHHH, barely 1030am in a Monday morning, I am already so shitty...&lt;br /&gt;Deep breathe.. old shoes don't go, new shoes don't come. (READ: I am desperately trying to comfort myself!)&lt;br /&gt;I think a good coffee and the tuna sandwich I have MAY help..&lt;br /&gt;All I want now is to get done &amp;amp;amp; over with the day and go home..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out &amp;amp; to my breakfast~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11646830-114282134454089758?l=strawpicana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11646830/posts/default/114282134454089758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11646830/posts/default/114282134454089758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawpicana.blogspot.com/2006/03/shoes-drain-tiles.html' title='shoes &amp; drain tiles'/><author><name>Ren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00623993713409961206</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11646830.post-114278449187834066</id><published>2006-03-20T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T21:32:42.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Karen goes to Carls Jr.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You can call me slow. But after soooooooooooo long, I finally visited &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.carlsjr.com/home/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Carls Jr&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; @ Marina Square last Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to visit Expensive Steve again to get my eyes review &amp; he said the condition was so bad he had to gouge one eye out. Kidding, he says the condition is good so I ain't have to be concerned with the uncomfort I was experiencing for the last few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visited aunty at Taka for awhile before I headed to MS. Walked alittle then headed for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should had done some "homework" before visiting Carls Jr. For I was alittle lost when I was in the queue, with bad eyesight that I could not make up what to order. Some1 infront of me order something bacon so I scrutinised the menu board to find "Western Bacon Cheeseburger" &amp;amp; Double Western. I wasn't greedy so I ordered a WBC. When asked if I wanted a combo I said okie. I regretted so. You will find out later why. $9.30 for a medium combo meal, it's kinda expensive fastfood if you compare to places like Mac &amp; BK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there I had this number tag, and a cup. You get to choose your own drink. I did not dare to try their lemon tea so I sticked to the good'ole Season from the dispenser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7213/953/1600/carljr3.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7213/953/320/carljr3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for my meal to be served.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it comes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7213/953/1600/carljr5.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7213/953/320/carljr5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gulp~ such a big burger, now you know why I regretted ordering a combo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7213/953/1600/carljr4.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7213/953/320/carljr4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there I was happily exploring this new fast food, flipping the burger open to take a peep inside and slowly bites by bites exploring the new taste. The peep told me the burger was made up of 1st the bun, huge it may look like but luckily it was soft bun so it wasn't too much for me to take despite it looking UFO HUGE. Next we have 2 stripes bacon, nicely grilled, crispy and it gives the burger a nice touch of aroma. Then the cheese &amp;amp; the char-broiled beef patty which turned out to be "chao-ta" on the other side. But I didn't ask for a exhange.. Who would be so silly to ask for an exchange when you are already half done (see below). Oh, by now already I could feel 60% full. Take note of the full pack of fries still smiling widely at me. I tot that was all the burger gave me when I was mid way eh, how come got crispy bites again 1? I flipped open the bun &amp; peep again.. I saw onion rings.. hello? did I say ONION RINGS? Yes, 2 big fat ones. Fun, the crispy skin gave the burger extra bite &amp;amp; the idea to have onion rings inside the burger is fun. I mean yeah I used to see people stuffing french fries into their Mac Burgers. so I guess the logic is same. Nice. The BBQ sauce was the best, tangy smokey, heights the olfactory sensation entirely. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7213/953/1600/carljr1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7213/953/320/carljr1.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say their portions are huge. I see many couple sharing a burger &amp; getting more then 1 side dish. I should do that in my next visits. After completing the burger, I spent the next 30mins slowly looking at people &amp;amp; munching fries. Until my sensory says, no more stop. So I pick up sticks the fries and have to put them to waste. I was too free, I counted I left 18 behind, auspicious number, hee hee... my order number was 37. Any 4D freaks?? Karen 1st time give lobang on her bloggie... 1, 8, 3, 7.. shui leh.. hee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7213/953/1600/carljr2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7213/953/320/carljr2.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were so many items on their menu when I ws surfing on their webbie, must go visit them a few more times. People date me for Carls Jr lunch soon yeah. And I also want to try their condiments bar the next time cos I see their salsa is a popular pick in my 1hr stay there. I was alone so I wasn't too adventurous this time. I also want to do their chili burger. I am so into Subway's chili so I am sure their chilli would be nice too.. Somewhat like our zhe char's prickled green chili. Okie okie these food talking is making me hungry liao. I am going to pack and go home for soup now. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh before I go. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;food ratings: since they do stars for their logo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Food: ****/**** 4 out of 5 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Service: *****/***** Full 5, their crew are very helpful and the managers recommend for 1st time visitors. So, thumbs up.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Okie I am out of here for now.. Bye~ Mama soup here I come~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11646830-114278449187834066?l=strawpicana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11646830/posts/default/114278449187834066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11646830/posts/default/114278449187834066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawpicana.blogspot.com/2006/03/karen-goes-to-carls-jr.html' title='Karen goes to Carls Jr.'/><author><name>Ren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00623993713409961206</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11646830.post-114276635765537570</id><published>2006-03-19T18:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T19:06:02.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>customer service?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Location: B8st D*nki Tampines&lt;br /&gt;Purpose: Buy a standing fan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunt (A): Come look at this model how is it?&lt;br /&gt;Me (M): Looks good.&lt;br /&gt;A: Excuse me, Can you tell me more about this model. (Salesman S walks in)&lt;br /&gt;S: Are you looking for remote control ones?&lt;br /&gt;A: Do we need remote?&lt;br /&gt;M: No need ah.&lt;br /&gt;S: Then why spend $30 more? I recommend u this X Brand, exactly the same as this model you see here. Same manufacturer, different brand, different colour only.&lt;br /&gt;M: Sure the same.&lt;br /&gt;S: Looking pissed - Same Same all the same. Want to buy one?&lt;br /&gt;A: But we have not seen the thing yet, got sample?&lt;br /&gt;S: No sample. Want or don't want?&lt;br /&gt;A: Looking at me. How?&lt;br /&gt;M: Anything, you paying, you decide.&lt;br /&gt;A: Take out one and show us can?&lt;br /&gt;S: Calls another sales rep and he went to took out 1.&lt;br /&gt;S: Open the carton, takes out the top cupboard revealing the round cover of the fan only. Here.&lt;br /&gt;M: Base leh? Motor leh? Can see?&lt;br /&gt;S: Unreluctantly after a long time. Here&lt;br /&gt;A: So you sure the same?&lt;br /&gt;M: Why must recommend this brand? Is it because commission higher? (recalling Small Salleh sharing with me his B8st's Days &amp; how he would just push 1 brand microwave when they commission was priced higher then the other ranges).&lt;br /&gt;S: I am helping you save $30 for the same thing, if you prefer Y brand then take Y Brand (not looking at us when saying this - very bad attitude liao. me? very pissed with this body language liao!)&lt;br /&gt;Mum: Don't say such things, he will not like it.&lt;br /&gt;M: Fact. Otherwise he would not be so kind to want to reject higher sales transaction.&lt;br /&gt;A: Okie . We take this. Can you pls help us to bring it down to the taxi stand after we finish our dinner?&lt;br /&gt;S: This is Cash &amp;amp; Carry item.&lt;br /&gt;A: Then loan us a trolley we push down ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;S: We have no trolley here.&lt;br /&gt;M: VERY PISSED LIAO!! walks away and scream at the top of my lungs: THIS IS INDEED CUSTOMER SERVICE!!&lt;br /&gt;Sales rep who carried the fan out heard me asked S to go take a call and attend to us.&lt;br /&gt;He explain this is cash &amp; carry item unless say u came alone &amp; cannot managed then we would help you carry to taxi stand.&lt;br /&gt;M: Ridicuulous. Come alone then provide service? If 1 came alone and bought a hi-fi set, 1 blender, 1 microwave &amp;amp; 1 hair dryer, am I supposed to walk 3 times to carry my purchases.&lt;br /&gt;This point I was super boily liao, I told my folks to pay and get out of the store.&lt;br /&gt;Had never liked the impression such electronics staff given in the past, BUT this heights the displease to the MAX. If it wasn't for cash vouchers we have I swear I never patronise them again. Even if I had the needs to I am sure to visit another less busy outlet whereby salesman would be more "hungry" for sales and more polite, as compared to people like them who has this "you want you buy, you don't want don't ask me too many questions" attitude. with the back of their mind processing: "my outlet is super high traffic, so there would be many prawns" "Not potential. no need service" SORRY! Aunty Karen here has been a saleswoman all her life! SO, you give me half past six standard, you better know the consequence. You were lucky you did not get a direct screwing in your face or call your manager here last night. Maybe old fat lard has gotten too much of such treatments I am sure 2 or 3 more complains would not "hurt" him too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the foodcourt, on my cab journey home, I was literally swearing at that idiot. My day could had been splendid if it was not him ruining the evening. I curse he kena bad scream at his face customer &amp; not meeting sales quota for the next 6 month, FAT OLD LARD!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11646830-114276635765537570?l=strawpicana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11646830/posts/default/114276635765537570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11646830/posts/default/114276635765537570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawpicana.blogspot.com/2006/03/customer-service.html' title='customer service?'/><author><name>Ren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00623993713409961206</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11646830.post-114200646979723041</id><published>2006-03-10T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T00:12:53.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fire drill &amp; crocs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;can i have a show of hands who says fire drill evacuation was fun and good excuse to stay away from work?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no way.. not when it's 11am, the sun is scorching hot, you didn't carry the umbrella out, the lifts were not put to work, and yr entire office of a few thousands have to walk down 3 storeys staircases with sirens in your ears?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was fairly an experience for a 1st timer.&lt;br /&gt;the horror came when the fire warden guiding us told us to move out of office compound to gather at point A. so the whole lot started walking, point A was actually the expo hall 7. imagine my office to expo? its like 10mins stroll and given the human traffic there is hardly chance for u to speed, for if you do u may step on the $800 prada leather shoes of the MD in front of you. juz joking, there was hardly room for speeding up as there were really too many on the road. so all u could do was wish clouds came in and hide uncle sun for like a few minutes to make life more pleasant for u, but in realty weather is not controlled with a tv controller. 15mins later after all the attendance taking and walking, the exercise was over. phew. now the 2nd torturous part, walking back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suffer right? thru and fro half and hr of sun? instead i walked over to expo to pack lunch since i was there and lunchtime was near. there was this baby fair exhibition going on so i went in and kapoh abit. ended up coming out spending $50. duhz if i had not gone in i would had been $50 richer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7213/953/1600/crocs1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7213/953/320/crocs1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7213/953/1600/crocs2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7213/953/320/crocs2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;crocs - beach pink footwear.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it has been long time since me &amp;amp; mum had eyed on her just that we had never commited into a pair and mum seems very interested in having 1. so this time since i've seen it i picked up a pair. she wanted red colour but there was no size M for red so i took a pair of pink instead. i like a bright yellow for myself but there wasn't stocks as well. so i paid off for this pair instead. tried it in office and it fitted me nicely. i tot mum's size was just about mine and about there but the sad news when i tried it on her earlier, cannot fit if the back strap was taken down, can fit only if used as slip ons. so she said, forget it. keep the pair for myself and she would get herself a pair if she see nice purple. i was so upset, to see such response for some surprise i was anticipating the entire afternoon in office. anyway, it was due to my poor judgement also. so *piak piak* lesson learnt. next time bring the consumer along. good in a way cos i have another item for myself :P&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;did i juz *pitchar* my own lobang.. hee hee hee.. no hor, it was REALLY intended for mumsie..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;anyway, the long waited weekend is finally here. the entire week has been a torture. i am getting very little energy and feeling lethargic very very easily. i tend not to sleep early in the nite even if i was in bed like 2 hrs earlier then the norm. tossing like stirred fried veges in the bed like that. and the following morning i would wake up feeling like i tossed 6hrs non-stop. for the whole week i was like this. i guess tuning has to be done to make sure i have nice sleeping patterns again. cannot afford such behaviours no more. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;its dinner with the gals tomorrow and some breeze plus unplug. i wish the weekend would be great and i wish yrs would be as pleasant as well.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nitez~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11646830-114200646979723041?l=strawpicana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11646830/posts/default/114200646979723041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11646830/posts/default/114200646979723041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawpicana.blogspot.com/2006/03/fire-drill-crocs.html' title='fire drill &amp; crocs'/><author><name>Ren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00623993713409961206</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11646830.post-114162879984971296</id><published>2006-03-06T14:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T15:06:39.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>back to work again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;rested a full 2 weeks and i am all back in office with my usual routine again.&lt;br /&gt;it's kinda tiring especially when u mentally wish to sleep but physically do not fall into. so i kinda had a lite sleep and woke up alittle draggy this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;came back to office today big &amp; small bags with my lappy, sweater bag &amp;amp; lunch bag today. marchiam like ah soh going to the market. spent a whole morning clearing up and tidying my inbox, trashing mails that i do not need any more. so it's more or less neater now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have some work coming in while i was away but i aint working on it yet. gonna kickass and do them like "soon"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think genki sushi last nite more or less made me somewhat guilty last nite so i came in with a healthy lunchbox this morning..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;presenting: -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7213/953/1600/lunch1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7213/953/320/lunch1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ta-dah~ my healthy lunch today. in the cup u see like some oats stirred into hot water. i have some baby carrots and some crispy lettuce in the box and a can of sinful mayo tuna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7213/953/1600/lunch2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7213/953/320/lunch2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so how do u umm umm them?&lt;br /&gt;simple. but before you start, u have to do some grocery shopping 1st. hee~&lt;br /&gt;chewing lettuce is so dull and it can give a bitter after-taste (some)&lt;br /&gt;so it would be yummy if u add in some tasty tuna like u see here, onto the lettuce and then roll the leaf up into a roll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7213/953/1600/lunch3.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7213/953/320/lunch3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the rolling, next? AHHHHHH open the mouth big big and UMMMMM~ :p&lt;br /&gt;nice chewy crispy juicy lettuce with soft savoury tuna... heavenly.&lt;br /&gt;so i had like 10over leaf of lettuce to finish the can of 185g tuna. baby carrots? just wash them clean and chew raw. i felt a little rabbit-y like what my mama says when she was preparing the lunch box for me. but to have occasionally sweet carrots and juicy lettuce with some oats to fill u up, it aint too bad an idea either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh remember, with this much of fiber eaten, flush plenty of water. if not the poo poo won't come out u know? talking about poo poo, this silly friend of mine cracked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://rachuielle.blogspot.com/2006/03/will-you-believe-in-this-tigr-airway.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;this joke&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; which i took for real for a few seconds.. lucky the prank wasn't on me. i dunno who's the poor victim of hers anyway..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;okie dok. this much for work &amp;amp; lunch. i am going back to the emails..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;out folks~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11646830-114162879984971296?l=strawpicana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11646830/posts/default/114162879984971296'/><link 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developed. pls don't develope also. bad news, lasik to remove stitches cost $300 bucks special price some more.. sibei expensive woh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finished my checkup had 20mins before the bus leaves for town so i went to tanglin mall and walked abit. wanted to return to the lobby but only to see the silly bus left when i was at the doorstep of the building.. grrr should had walked abit more and catch the silly last bus for the day. had to walk a full 20mins in order to reach town and the weather is so damn freaking hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if u say the day is bad at this point, u are very wrong. with a hungry stomach and abundant plans in the head i picked up some bread from sun molin at isetan scotts before heading down to taka to pay "godma" a visit. its was good to catch up with her with some milk to fill the tummy while waiting for lunch date to arrive in town. chatted "xiao pang" up alot as well. this is the 1st time i tell u in my aquaintance with him that we had so much to talk. i used to think xiao pang is foolish when i hear his stories. but today i feel different. i feel he has so much burden to carry on his 2 "not so small shoulders". period. don't read too much into the line, no sympathy no grieves for him. just placed myself in his shoes and i could 'feel" his burden. look from another angle, he may look controlled but his also a "provision" in his marriage. good or bad, its pespective to individual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i planned to visit ann at paragon and have dinner with her and fen in the evening. but my lunch dates moved on from cine to ctp. so i had to miss ann. oh what's worst when u were not informed and u suddenly move from ctp to rc? i planned to do heerens for some accessories shopping as well but i didn't get them either. sometimes u really have to voice out what u want and make concrete plans rather then following blindly. cos moving with the flow would get u further downstream and u would need extra energy to move up again. that is if u had them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my energy? kosong. so i soothed the silly cramp in the left leg with a cup of iced milk tea and jumped straight on the eastern bound to get home. it was wise choice for if i was still in town now i would imagine my frustration level hiking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;verdict: my saturday was low down lousy. sometimes isolation aint bad an idea.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11646830-114147869708397244?l=strawpicana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11646830/posts/default/114147869708397244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11646830/posts/default/114147869708397244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawpicana.blogspot.com/2006/03/what-sat.html' title='what-a-sat'/><author><name>Ren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00623993713409961206</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11646830.post-114138769381240924</id><published>2006-03-03T20:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T20:10:56.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sweet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7213/953/1600/hb2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7213/953/320/hb2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;izzit he sweet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11646830-114138769381240924?l=strawpicana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11646830/posts/default/114138769381240924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11646830/posts/default/114138769381240924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawpicana.blogspot.com/2006/03/sweet.html' title='sweet'/><author><name>Ren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00623993713409961206</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11646830.post-114138304205327021</id><published>2006-03-03T18:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T18:57:33.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>can't help falling in love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Can't help falling in love - Elvis Presley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Wise men say only fools rush in&lt;br /&gt;but I can't help falling in love with you&lt;br /&gt;Shall I stay would it be a sin&lt;br /&gt;If I can't help falling in love with you&lt;br /&gt;Like a river flows surely to the sea&lt;br /&gt;Darling so it goes some things are meant to be&lt;br /&gt;take my hand, take my whole life too&lt;br /&gt;for I can't help falling in love with you&lt;br /&gt;Like a river flows surely to the sea&lt;br /&gt;Darling so it goes some things are meant to be&lt;br /&gt;take my hand, take my whole life toof&lt;br /&gt;or I can't help falling in love with you&lt;br /&gt;for I can't help falling in love with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had never knew this piece was done by elvis, my time i only knew ub40 did this song. so i went &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=Hmf0phs5NA0"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;searching it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt; - oh mine.. elvis is so shakespeare sounding. and look at his fans. only thought nowadays youngster would do this to idols. geez~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm kinda disappointed with the ending of samsoon. i expected more lovey dovey scenes or them getting married. but still the finale was packed with emotions that this softy here has then tendency to want to weep joyous tears, but i had to hold. i think i am well trained like the korean stars now to weep with 1 eye too. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;sam shik made me yearn for hugs again. its nice yeah to get hugged by a loved one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie 2 weeks of resting, i should be back to work next week.&lt;br /&gt;seeing expensive steve tomorrow to get a piece of mind to make sure things are okie with the eye, after all my abuse for the past days. i hope he dont give me bad news *cross my fingers*&lt;br /&gt;i think its some shopping after which.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna go have cake and tea at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://thevtearoom.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;the v tea room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt; anyone? a lazy weekend afternoon with liquor or non liqour rich cake and nice tea or kopi or soda to wash them down. splendid. can some1 date me soon?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11646830-114138304205327021?l=strawpicana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11646830/posts/default/114138304205327021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11646830/posts/default/114138304205327021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawpicana.blogspot.com/2006/03/cant-help-falling-in-love.html' title='can&apos;t help falling in love'/><author><name>Ren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00623993713409961206</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11646830.post-114128472648176059</id><published>2006-03-02T15:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T16:00:26.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>men &amp; piano</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7213/953/1600/samsoon6.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7213/953/320/samsoon6.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify &lt;span style="&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;came to realise how men who can play music can be mesmerizing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;jin-hyun oppa made me realise this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;i'm starting to like men with talent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Over the Rainbow - Arlen Harburg&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;Somewhere over the rainbow, Way up high&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;There's a land that I heard of, Once in a lullaby&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere over the rainbow, Skies are blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;And the dreams that you dare to dream, Really do come true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;Some day I'll wish upon a star, And wake up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;where the clouds are far behind me, Where troubles melt like lemondrops&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;Away above the chimney tops, That's where you'll find me&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere over the rainbow, Bluebirds fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;Birds fly over the rainbow, Why then, oh why can't I? &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;(Because, I am too "tum tum niah") &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;Some day I'll wish upon a star, And wake up where the clouds are far behind me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;Where troubles melt like lemondrops, Away above the chimney tops&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;That's where you'll find me&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere over the rainbow, Bluebirds fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;Birds fly over the rainbow, Why then, oh why can't I?&lt;br /&gt;If happy little bluebirds fly, Beyond the rainbow Why, oh why can't I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1-quarter way to completing MNIKSS. Some parts are so touching and my soft spots makes me wanna weep but with the silly stitches in the eye, i aint supposed to weep unneccesaringly. so i had to control and watch with kept emotions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;i am feeling so samsoon lately. maybe because she is reflecting the "so-me" in my daily life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;-30yrs old, single, with an o-mu-nia (mother) who's so worried her daughter cannot get hitched. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;but samsoon is passionate. her life, her career - i guess i should set her as a role model and show a little more passion to my work and "life"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;ann san asked: when would i ring my wedding bells. i say when the right man comes. i think i need to participate in getting the right man. but thank lord my ah-bu she does not sets me up for blind dates. blind dates aint bad ideas. hmmm.. aside from r'ship now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;10days post-op: asked me what i had been doing? surfing, watching tv, sleeping late like 2 3 am, waking up late. the bad ones, u name it, i've done them. i think i really lack discipline and self-control, and i only reprimand when things goes wrong. argghhh sh*tty. i know i am supposed to be semi-sick and resting in bed but i aint. and i complain here pain, there wrong after it, what's with me? ask me? search me: its my traits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;okie i am out of here with all whinnings. sometimes if disciplines was like a 'one-click installation" from some websites it would be good...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11646830-114128472648176059?l=strawpicana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11646830/posts/default/114128472648176059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11646830/posts/default/114128472648176059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawpicana.blogspot.com/2006/03/men-piano.html' title='men &amp; piano'/><author><name>Ren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00623993713409961206</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11646830.post-114112826627080023</id><published>2006-02-28T19:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T20:04:26.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>我的名字叫金三顺 - oh no 我的是杨韵婷。。。 hee hee hee</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7213/953/1600/samsoon1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7213/953/320/samsoon1.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What do u do when the vcd u watch refuses to read after 10mins of playing?&lt;br /&gt;Go to YouTube.&lt;br /&gt;What happens when Youtube 好upgrade不upgrade偏偏在你要下载的时候upgrade?&lt;br /&gt;Bang chest bang wall bang head and sulk~&lt;br /&gt;My entire afternoon wasted doing nothing but surf.&lt;br /&gt;I stubbornly refuse to move onto episode 6 1st.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11646830-114112826627080023?l=strawpicana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11646830/posts/default/114112826627080023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11646830/posts/default/114112826627080023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawpicana.blogspot.com/2006/02/oh-no-hee-hee-hee.html' title='我的名字叫金三顺 - oh no 我的是杨韵婷。。。 hee hee hee'/><author><name>Ren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00623993713409961206</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11646830.post-114103404835101500</id><published>2006-02-27T17:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T18:17:27.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JC dunno what to eat for lunch</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Time: 3pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Location: Tamp Mart Food Court&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I was lunching midway with mum when she told me to look at this couple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Mum: 哇，你看。老少配。老公这么年轻，老婆头发都半白了。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I look up after swallowing my mouthful of tofu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;JC walks in with another Aunty (A) and sits down at a table besides us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Me: 哇，不要这么大声，男的我认识的。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;JC and A started small discussion thinking what he should have for lunch, A seems to make a few suggestions but JC being indecisive seems not to like the idea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;After several minutes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;JC: *takes out wallet* takes $10 and give to A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccccff;"&gt;A: frown and look at JC, what should I buy for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;JC: *looks away* dunno I do not wish to eat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccccff;"&gt;A: *stood up and walk around food court*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccccff;"&gt;A: Looks at Economical rice stall and signal JC *this 1 can?*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;JC: never give eye contact&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccccff;"&gt;A: *pissed* walks back to the table and small talk with JC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;JC: *look away again*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccccff;"&gt;A: *double pissed* takes $10 out from wallet and pass back to JC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccccff;"&gt;A: *walks away* sits at 4 tables away face to face with JC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;JC: *face away, no eye contact*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;A: *after sitting for a few minutes* stood up make eye contact with AC again and hand signal JC *lets get out of here&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;JC: *no action, sitted head slanted*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccccff;"&gt;A: *super duper pissed* walks back to JC still very patient and small talk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;JC: *nods a few times* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccccff;"&gt;A: *walks to Double Boiled Soup stall* came back with 2 rice and 1 soup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;JC &amp;amp; A started eating and chatting again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;A: *stand up* i buy u some chicken okie?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;JC: *coldly* nod 1 time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccccff;"&gt;A: bought chicken back and JC eats away again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;At this point I finished my lunch and went off liao. But the whole 20mins of watching JC eat and running in my mind how to post this entry was super fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Now its u people's turn to crack brain and tag me. *WHO'S JC?*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;no prize for guessing correct thou~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11646830-114103404835101500?l=strawpicana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11646830/posts/default/114103404835101500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11646830/posts/default/114103404835101500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawpicana.blogspot.com/2006/02/jc-dunno-what-to-eat-for-lunch.html' title='JC dunno what to eat for lunch'/><author><name>Ren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00623993713409961206</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11646830.post-114080466123371183</id><published>2006-02-25T02:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T02:11:01.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>管你妈妈嫁给谁</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;don't get me wrong, i wasn't swearing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;that exactly is what i saw on the net - 康康 song's title&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;管你妈妈嫁给谁 found in his this album&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7213/953/1600/kk.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7213/953/320/kk.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;yet to listen to the track, cannot find any 式听室yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;tomorrow maybe, too tired now. out~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11646830-114080466123371183?l=strawpicana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11646830/posts/default/114080466123371183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11646830/posts/default/114080466123371183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawpicana.blogspot.com/2006/02/blog-post_114080466123371183.html' title='管你妈妈嫁给谁'/><author><name>Ren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00623993713409961206</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11646830.post-114080254994723344</id><published>2006-02-25T01:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T01:40:20.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>杰伦</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Okie, 我看我是住进周府久了。老爷的歌也渐渐地听多了。你也可以说奶妈老了比年轻人比起来慢了很多拍。最近在ann san 的婚礼上才发觉到这首好听的歌。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7213/953/1600/jay.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7213/953/320/jay.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Track 7: 浪漫手机&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff00;"&gt;轻轻放 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff00;"&gt;我就是卸不下对你的喜欢 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff00;"&gt;原来爱会慢慢增加重量 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff00;"&gt;想关上这城市所有的灯光 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff00;"&gt;黑暗中专心闻你的发香 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff00;"&gt;这夜晚让（两个人有话冰感） &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff00;"&gt;回想 与你约会过的地方 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff00;"&gt;有舍不得的伤 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff00;"&gt;在脑海里储存欣赏 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff00;"&gt;你微笑浏览 手机里的浪漫 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff00;"&gt;原来真心终究还是这么简单 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff00;"&gt;温馨影幕上 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff00;"&gt;你可爱的模样 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff00;"&gt;关于缘分的解释 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff00;"&gt;我又多传了一行 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff00;"&gt;你微笑浏览手机里的浪漫 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff00;"&gt;原来爱情可以来得这么突然&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff00;"&gt;当新的较量 就好比情拉长 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff00;"&gt;我们的感情蔓延珍藏拥吻着飞扬！…… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff00;"&gt;在雪里土壤 电池长 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff00;"&gt;嘈杂的情歌还在拼命播放 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff00;"&gt;我安静在那（却都没点印象） &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff00;"&gt;有一些话到老了（都不敢传） &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff00;"&gt;她说她信息等你在（回难） &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff00;"&gt;简单说……人潮冲动我的孤单 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff00;"&gt;想象……（信息一定都陪在你身旁） &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff00;"&gt;却不会吟唱 你也在等你手机响…… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff00;"&gt;你微笑浏览手机里的浪漫 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff00;"&gt;原来真心终究还是这么简单 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff00;"&gt;温馨影幕上 你可爱的模样 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff00;"&gt;关于缘分的解释 我又多传了一行 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff00;"&gt;你微笑浏览手机里的浪漫 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff00;"&gt;原来爱情可以来得这么突然 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff00;"&gt;当新的较量 就好比情拉长 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff00;"&gt;我们的感情蔓延珍藏拥吻着飞扬！…… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff00;"&gt;在雪里土壤 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff00;"&gt;let's see when i can master this piece. recently i'm into song listening and singing. this shows i am very free. rather then resting i am abusing the eyes for hrs.. bad~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;*你微笑浏览 手机里的浪漫 原来真心终究还是这么简单*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11646830-114080254994723344?l=strawpicana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11646830/posts/default/114080254994723344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11646830/posts/default/114080254994723344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawpicana.blogspot.com/2006/02/blog-post_25.html' title='杰伦'/><author><name>Ren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00623993713409961206</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11646830.post-114034919187388898</id><published>2006-02-19T19:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T19:41:52.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prata anyone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7213/953/1600/prata.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7213/953/200/prata.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7213/953/1600/prata1.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7213/953/200/prata1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Prata anyone? I've not a very Indian_Prata gal but there is this 1 here you see that I enjoy quite a fair bit. Even when there are no curry, just hot with some fine sugar.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yeah, I am talking abt frozen prata here. 第一家 is the brand. They come frozen in packs of 5s or 20s. 2 flavours, plain or onion. Bought 1 packet home the last time my mum cooked curry and I pan-fried 2 to go with the curry. Splendid. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This morning, I was craving for some food so I racked the fridge and found the remaining 3s sitting chilled inside the freezer, so I took out the wok. Heated the wok up, used butter this time instead of the regular cooking oil. Melted the butter and placed in the flat sheet of dough to pan-fry till crispy. Takes abit 5 to 8 mins to cook. Fry longer if you want an extra crispy texture. I did my extra crispy this morning with some sugar. Perfect.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So if the next time you crave for prata and Jln Kayu is to kayu for u to travel to. I won't be so kayu to go all the way from Tampines here. Stock up some of these ready to eat and they would come in pretty handy especially its 3am wee hrs in the morning. Cheers~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh, I think its because I know I would need to abstaint from many food groups for like 2 months or so I am like wanting to eat and eat and eat these few days. To make things worst, I am having porridge, teochew style shortly. Plain porridge, eggs fried with carrots shreds, canned boiled peanuts, and maybe preserved beancurd squares. Dull it may sound, but simple things like these can easily send 2 bowls of porridge down. I am going to keep to such diets for some time. Pls send my weight down a few kgs. Pls. :P&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11646830-114034919187388898?l=strawpicana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11646830/posts/default/114034919187388898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11646830/posts/default/114034919187388898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawpicana.blogspot.com/2006/02/prata-anyone.html' title='Prata anyone?'/><author><name>Ren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00623993713409961206</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11646830.post-114034647297534444</id><published>2006-02-19T18:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T19:07:44.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>明天我要嫁给你了</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Everytime there are wedding bells ringing, I would recall this old song by 优客李林 and 张清芳 - 出嫁 - very meaningful lyrics, I like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;紅紅的燭火在案頭&lt;br /&gt;我的心也照得發燙&lt;br /&gt;紅紅的雙喜映眼中　&lt;br /&gt;臉上卻掛著淚兩行&lt;br /&gt;總會有這麼一天&lt;br /&gt;天真的一切都得走遠&lt;br /&gt;我不知所措　怎能不教我心慌&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;昨天的瀟灑少年郎&lt;br /&gt;今天要變成大人樣&lt;br /&gt;掩不住嘴角的輕笑&lt;br /&gt;全都是期待和幻想&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;她長得什麼模樣&lt;br /&gt;有沒有一卷長髮&lt;br /&gt;和一顆溫暖包容的心房&lt;br /&gt;對或錯有誰知道&lt;br /&gt;能不能白頭到老&lt;br /&gt;有沒有和我一樣&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我用一生一世的心　&lt;br /&gt;等待一生一世的情&lt;br /&gt;也許是宿命　&lt;br /&gt;也許是注定&lt;br /&gt;我真的希望能多點好運&lt;br /&gt;我用一生一世的心，換你一生一世的情&lt;br /&gt;牽你的手　嗯~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, Ann, my 9 yrs friend cum polymate cum ex office colleague held her wedding dinner at Shangri-La Rasa Sentosa Resort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Being emcee for the evening, I had to take extra effort to doll myself up. So I went dress-hunting 1 month b4 the actual event. The afternoon, I met Fennie at her place to get the hair done up. The hairdresser gave Fen a curls bun up with a nice flower to finish the touch. Sexy. Suits her boots and soft dress perfectly.&lt;br /&gt;I did half head twirls with curls. Past experiences with the other hairdressers has given me bad impressions with curls as they have never lasted long enough for the event to come to the end. So when I was given curls I was kinda worried that it would flop also mindway but phew my woos were for&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7213/953/1600/annwedding.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; nothing.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7213/953/1600/annwedding.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7213/953/320/annwedding.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Post-dinner look at 1am. Pardon the slighly oily shiny nose &amp; forehead. But still can make it lah. I rarely can "smile" so nicely and look "good" in picz. Hee~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Okie, back to the event. 1st time being an emcee was fun experience. But I SUCKED BIG TIME! Post-event review: At some parts I think I was too anxious i realised I talked like my very familiar 周杰伦. I think I murmured quite abit. Plus my facial expressions were not natural. UGLY it must have been. Nice people if you are, give me reviews also. Otherwise I would faint at the sight of the photos and video coming later. WORST MISTAKE I'VE MADE!! KILL ME KILL ME KILL ME. Was my body language. I am aware that when I am at rest my left hand was always rested on the podium with my body slightly slanted. BUT it was when everything was over then I was aware it looks ugly. ARGGHHHH!!! *Dig human size hole, bury myself lah*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Okie. Over is over, move on. Let's see how the pics and clips turn out later.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I was pretty emotional and ecstatically high - without the alcohold type. It's good to see people tie knots &amp;amp; especially when a good friend does so. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh, I dunno how true it is. They say the person whom catches the bridal hand bouquet is the next to hitch. I was "arrowed" to be one of the pool of single ladies to be on the ground to "hope" the catch. So when Ann swing the bouquet out, I was the few amongst the front. My human instinct asked me to "jiap". No no no, don't get me wrong. Not the ruby type where I pushed and shoved and dash forward to "hope" that type. It landed in my area so I naturally stretch my hands out to "jiap" before it landed on my head. Back to the hitching - 八字都还没一撇，got potential candidate to marry then come and say lah huh~ *chuckle*. This is such typical attitude of mine. Maybe this is also the cause of not being able to find a date, not pro-active enough. With the other attributing factors like not slim enough, not pretty enough. So I fall into the "cute &amp;amp; chubby market". I guess it is the less popular market. Hiakz. Okie enough of updates. I am off for some rest.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11646830-114034647297534444?l=strawpicana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11646830/posts/default/114034647297534444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11646830/posts/default/114034647297534444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawpicana.blogspot.com/2006/02/blog-post_19.html' title='明天我要嫁给你了'/><author><name>Ren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00623993713409961206</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11646830.post-114009265901702712</id><published>2006-02-16T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T20:28:36.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Notice</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;date: 2oth feb 2006&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;time: 0630hrs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;venue: mt alvernia hospi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;event: to be cut up in the left eye by a familiar now also known as expensive surgeon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;purpose: relieve eye tension, prevent blindness, seek pain suffering.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;damage: unsure. hopefully not an eye.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;feeling: anxiety&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;side note: the icon below if i could change it should says "不安" instead. that's how i am feeling of late.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11646830-114009265901702712?l=strawpicana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11646830/posts/default/114009265901702712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11646830/posts/default/114009265901702712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawpicana.blogspot.com/2006/02/notice.html' title='Notice'/><author><name>Ren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00623993713409961206</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11646830.post-113989627359925407</id><published>2006-02-14T13:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T20:19:43.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Face Threading</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Went to Little India after work today to experience for the 1st time Traditional Indian Facial Threading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy was it difficult locating the beauty parlour as the address stated Serangoon Road, so there I was like a lost sheep spinning in circles in the midst of many indians trying to locate the place. In devastation, I called them after 20mins of wasted search.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found the place in no time (silly me I should had called them earlier instead of trying to play Ms Know-it-all). Waited for a while for they had some customers but in no time I was on a journey of a new experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7213/953/1600/pompomgal.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I declare I am in love with facial threading!! The lady she simply shaped the best eyebrow I've ever had. So neat so natural. Plus its clean, all fine hair removed. If you compare twizzer pain and thread pain, thumbs up for thread pain. Painful no doubt but fast, removes more hair in whips as compared to 1 by 1 plucking. Cleanliness? Anytime the threading method. The old folks says threading makes the face smoother hence make up last longer on the skin. I would find out this weekend. The hair they say will not grow back to be coarser ones as well. Let's see if I would grow to be like ape-look after multiple treatments or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;30mins and the entire job is done. Thumbs up I have no upper lips hair liao. Yippie, I don't look &amp; feel man-ish no more. Certainly worth the pain and some hot tears cos it was really painful when they thread upper lips. Damage? $15 solid bucks. But I would keep her services for the brow for sure. Cos I'm in love with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Packed some vegetarian indian food from a restaurant I used to visit before going back. Pls note: never pack indian food home unless you have an expert with you to guide what are nice and not. #2 never pack in excess as you can end up with 12 currys for 2 varieties of indian toasts. #3 never buy indian food home unless your family members knows how to appreciate them. I literally had a hard time pouring out &amp;amp; throwing away curries for a meal. What-a-waste!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I lost my lunch bag on the taxi when I was on the way home, with my medication inside. Half finished supply. Sigh, have to get them replaced.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Out for now~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11646830-113989627359925407?l=strawpicana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11646830/posts/default/113989627359925407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11646830/posts/default/113989627359925407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawpicana.blogspot.com/2006/02/face-threading.html' title='Face Threading'/><author><name>Ren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00623993713409961206</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11646830.post-113928603528001211</id><published>2006-02-07T12:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T12:48:23.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grey's Anatomy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Re-discovering nice shows on TV5 is indeed a gem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missed the Desperate Housewives as I was in the shower, should say I totally forgot about it only when I was resting on the couch after the shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuned into TV5 and was pleasantly surprised by &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://abc.go.com/primetime/greysanatomy/about.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Grey's Anatomy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7213/953/1600/ga.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7213/953/400/ga.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They screened the Season 1 Episode 6 last nite and I enjoyed every minute of it. Especially when the old man with Parkinson's decided to do brain surgery to help with his conditions so that he can be fit to walk his soon to marry daughter down the aisle and dread the most when Annie died in split seconds when some blood vessels broke. Life is so vulnerable indeed. Reminds me that I should treasure people around me for every minute I spend with them, especially so the loved ones.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7213/953/1600/bio_oh.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7213/953/200/bio_oh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I kinda like this character for her looks. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://abc.go.com/primetime/greysanatomy/bios/sandra_oh.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Christina Yang&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;. She has this typical Oriental looks which I find it charming.. Ermm I think I am so into 中国风 lately. Don't ask me why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've missed the 1st 5 espisodes of this season sadly. So for now I should mark the calendar to stay tuned every Monday, 11pm TV5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out and for lunch now folks~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11646830-113928603528001211?l=strawpicana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11646830/posts/default/113928603528001211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11646830/posts/default/113928603528001211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawpicana.blogspot.com/2006/02/greys-anatomy.html' title='Grey&apos;s Anatomy'/><author><name>Ren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00623993713409961206</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11646830.post-113921905460340183</id><published>2006-02-06T17:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T17:45:48.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>我生病了。</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;1。 喉咙疼。&lt;br /&gt;2。痰多，鼻涕也多。&lt;br /&gt;3。轻微的发烧。&lt;br /&gt;4。全身酸痛，好相给二十个大汉打了那样。&lt;br /&gt;5。鼻子快要掉下来了。&lt;br /&gt;6。公司有事做不可以请假。&lt;br /&gt;7。我现在好想回到家里好好睡一觉。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11646830-113921905460340183?l=strawpicana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11646830/posts/default/113921905460340183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11646830/posts/default/113921905460340183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawpicana.blogspot.com/2006/02/blog-post.html' title='我生病了。'/><author><name>Ren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00623993713409961206</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11646830.post-113894781762904818</id><published>2006-02-03T14:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T14:28:26.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tourist Tourist</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On my way home at the train station yesterday a Netherland (Holland) couple approached me and asked for direction. They wanted to know how to get to T. Pagar from Expo, so I there I was giving them guidance.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While waiting for the train to come, we have a good conversation where I asked where they came from and where are they heading. I found out the guy was a 65yrs old pension, travelling around the world with his wife, back packing. Each with I gauge say 35kgs a back pack and another harvest sack. I like the idea of how they travel. If I would be still a fit old woman in my 40s and rich, I would not mind doing some sightseeing in other parts of the world this mode. They told me they have left home in Amsterdam since Dec 2005 and had seen a few places like Bali, Ozzie etc. Singapore for transit and off to KL today. And a whole long list like NZ, and many Asean places. 11 months a total they would be away from home. How nice yeah. Leaving a sports son, 28 and teacher daugther, 30 back home.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite a short conversation, we have learnt a far bit of things both directions. They thanked me happily before heading town direction whereas me home. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dropped off the train feeling very exhilarated. It is rare scene that you see local folks here talking to you in such hearty manner be it aquaintance or strangers. But the foreigners are different, they communicate well and they are very friendly. It sorts of brightened up my day and took away some hunger. I was starving then u see.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel happy talking to people, perhaps I should switch line and do PR. But I lack the looks then. Hmmmm... I shall harbour this little delight within for now..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to work.. Yawnnz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11646830-113894781762904818?l=strawpicana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11646830/posts/default/113894781762904818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11646830/posts/default/113894781762904818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawpicana.blogspot.com/2006/02/tourist-tourist.html' title='Tourist Tourist'/><author><name>Ren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00623993713409961206</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11646830.post-113880849462227613</id><published>2006-02-01T23:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T23:41:34.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year New Skin</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the festive season's again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Wishing all readers a Prosperous, Healthy &amp; Wealthy Woof Year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Have a new skin as all can see. Love this 1 especially much after seeing countless of them. This oriental looking one made me want to use it very much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;With the new look, I am hoping to welcome new things in life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;1st - A new companion, been close to 5 yrs since I've dated. Exterior pressure is building up especially when the age is correspondingly increasing too. I know people around me is like constantly reminding me of the issue. I think I would need a love guru to guide me with it. Maybe Love Potion #9 can come in handy too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;2nd - A new look. I am tired with this stale look. I hope I can make some changes to it. So I must boldly step out and make changes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;3rd - New connections with people around me. I wish I can relate better to people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Okie, baby steps. We shall settle for 3 goals for now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Good night folks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11646830-113880849462227613?l=strawpicana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11646830/posts/default/113880849462227613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11646830/posts/default/113880849462227613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawpicana.blogspot.com/2006/02/new-year-new-skin_01.html' title='New Year New Skin'/><author><name>Ren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00623993713409961206</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11646830.post-113766132414263840</id><published>2006-01-19T16:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T19:12:46.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inferior Quality Shirt</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In agony, despair &amp;amp; frustration that I can no longer stomach the sight of a piece of "咸菜" I own in my wardrobe, I took some time to write to the maker this: -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dear Sir,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to draw your attention to 1 concern I have regarding your quality of the business shirts, your made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some time back in September 2005, I'd purchased my 1st Glenhill mid-length sleeve shirt, from Isetan Raffles City. Priced at $69++ close to $70.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With this price paid for a piece of garment, I frankly say I would expect premium quality in it. However, I am sad to inform you that I do not see any of it in the piece I own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Material: No doubt the material used aint irritating on the skin when worn but my biggest concern here is, it creases way TOO EASILY! Allow me to quote you how easy the fabric creases, minus the handling when the shirt is neatly pressed, the moment one sits down with the shirt on and gets up afterwhich, I would be able to observe the entire lower half of shirt full of folds with a very wrinkled look. Least to mention after a full day of 9hrs spent in the shirt. I am very disappointed to say that it looks just exactly like a washed and wringed dry item. If using a corporate wear is to look neat and presentable, how would you justify that such an inferior shirt be able to fulfil this need?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has upset me so much that I am comtemplating a refund. Rather being unreasonable it would be more apppropriate to set aside the item and leave it till yellows and down the chute it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words of mouth as a consumer impacts a business tremendously if you understand where I am coming from. I am sad to say, I have not only stop patronising you and I would also encourage friends around me with better options and more value for money buys. As wise consumers of this age, I truly feel your made has not met my expectations and many others out there, I am very sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My purpose of writing in today would serve as a reminder that quality is important especially if you would corresponds it with the monetary factor $$$. I have no reasons to convince myself that I should spend $70 for YOUR business shirt when my usual wardrobe of $25 per piece is exceeding what you people can offer. I sincerely hope that my messages are clearly extended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Appreciate the time you take to read an email of low importance. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kind regards,&lt;br /&gt;Karen Yeong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: A picture paints a thousand word, if you need to fully visualise the indesirable quality that you have. I would be more then gladful to provide a photo of how a 9hr exhaust shirt looks like, on your demand. Thank you again for your time, sir.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let us just wait and see if they would, and in this event what the response would be like.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am waiting.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11646830-113766132414263840?l=strawpicana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11646830/posts/default/113766132414263840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11646830/posts/default/113766132414263840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawpicana.blogspot.com/2006/01/inferior-quality-shirt.html' title='Inferior Quality Shirt'/><author><name>Ren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00623993713409961206</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11646830.post-113734475993208622</id><published>2006-01-16T00:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T01:05:59.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tailoring services wanted</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Folks out there, attention please.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you know of or have any home based tailors friends or recommendation. Please let me have their contacts can?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am looking for a lady tailor to help me sew a simple dinner dress (for use on 2nd week Feb 2006).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Materials I would source on my own and provide her.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Design wise, simplicity but she may need to draft out and idea for me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Budget: "Highly constrained" I do not mind paying max $80 labour charges. Comfortable price - $60 to $80.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Buzz me on my tagboard or msn (same blogger id) me yeah.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thank you so much~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11646830-113734475993208622?l=strawpicana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11646830/posts/default/113734475993208622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11646830/posts/default/113734475993208622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawpicana.blogspot.com/2006/01/tailoring-services-wanted.html' title='Tailoring services wanted'/><author><name>Ren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00623993713409961206</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11646830.post-113734312318486970</id><published>2006-01-15T12:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T00:55:44.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tiring but fruitful day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Woke up this morning at 830am. We have a get-together session at Ann's place in Queensway. For labourous work to get the wedding preparation work done.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gathered at 11plus, did some confetti cutting, some mingle and warming up getting to know the sisters better before we had pizza delivered for lunch. Discussed the "整人计划". I also don't know where all my ideas came from. It was like, one of the gals suggest something and there it goes, it just sparks me off and an idea would come out from the plot she provided. I must say it takes a genius to be this witty...Hee Hee Hee. But I am glad we managed to come with a few "可以整出笑料的好点子" But after meeting some of the boys troop later in the afternoon, I think we gals should have some challenges liao. They are not that "easy to handle" afterall. But I still hope that the boys would be sporting enough to fulfil our tasks before we open up the door to let the groom have the bride.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After lunch, we went back to the production line again. Spent the next 2 hrs packing the tokens guests gets to bring home and putting on the tags.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I would be emcee on Ann's big day, and I've got to meet the other "half" as well. The male emcee, Jave - a tall, dark, handsome, 2 yrs my junior, graduated from UK boy. I must say his quite intimidating to work with. Discussed with the couple how the flow of the dinner would be and where we should come in. But the boys side seems least worried. Very relaxed mood. Not into detailed plannings. This worries me for I do not want to do last minute work and "karang kabot" with the mike on the stage. Jave, so if u see this, we are supposed to draft the speech out, decide who does the mandarin and who does the ang moh and rehearse. Aiyoh... this is enough to make a 1st timer go nuts liao. Oh he seems very experienced with wedding planning also this boy.. Hmmmm I am going nuts worrying this and that for nothing liao~ Okie *deep breathe* I can always meet up with the gang again and plan more concrete things when the date is closer, after CNY as what he says.. *use fingers count* 2 weeks left to the actual event only~ *knock knees*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Okie okie, enough of destress caused by that boy. Went off at 3plus, and headed to Queensway S.C. That place aint a wonderful mall to go for clothes. I went to ask a tailor how much he or she., not ITS a SHIM charges for an evening dress. That blardy half vege simply brushed me off quoting me $250. When I asked what material you use, he told me anything. I walked out pissed not wanting to make a 3rd query any more. Bad attitude, does not mean you have some one in the store letting u chop radish slash $ already you can use such half past 6 attitude to "entertain" me loh. Anyway his price was a "rob bank" price so even his attitude was better he would never get the deal as well. My neighbourhood tailor was only asking for $100++ for labour charges only, materials I have to source on my own. I shall see if I can get a decent dress or not. If not tailors would be the final resort.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Went to Ikea after QSC. Had a hotdog bun before shopping started. Their hotdog bun is so yummy and healthy, all dogs were cooked in boiling water. I like it alot, with some light mustard and ketchup. Combed their whole level 2 show room before we had dinner at the cafe. My same usual choice of dish when I go to Ikea, swedish meatball. This time I didn't quite enjoy it. Maybe it's due to semi full tummy from the hotdog. But Jim was hungry so we had not choice but to eat early. Tried their highly recommended chicken wing this time, moderate to me for I find it slightly too saltish and the marinates ain't done well to the extend that the meat is nicely soaked with marinates. It was more on the skin only. Had 2 coffee, they really have nice coffee. Had some pasta too, did not like the tomato sauce. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Finished dinner and we went down to level 1 where the picking up of goods come. I bought the 3rd stool today. Same design, we had the pink 1st, then the blue and today the green. I think the stools are phasing out soon cos it was a priced down and stocks are down to the last few pieces, so I grabbed 1. I wanted 2 initially but mum said 1 was nuff. 1 book stand, 2 alarm clocks, 2 hand towels, 1 bath towel are my other possesions today. This is considered little bought for the records set for Ikea visits, hee. I should had also taken the 5 for $2.90 white magazine stand for office use also. Wasted. Home sweet home after paying off. Took a slow bus ride home, I was so tired I even fell asleep on the bus. But it was rejuvernating after that short 30mins nap.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh before I forget, it was very sweet of Ann to prepare a small token for all of us, mine was a tea cup set. Ikea's with pink floral print. Very english look, those tat I can serve muffins and cakes with that type. Nice, thank you Ann. She also sew brooches for all of us to wear it on her big day. These brooches are nice, I like those the gals have better then mine thou, I should had swapped with those that were not present today.. Sigh. But still I think I would wear mine on the hand on that day. These hand made brooches are bad culprits too, made the bride broke down in tears in the midst of doing it cos she felt they look ugly. Who said so, they look angelic to me loh..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Okie, my updates are due and so is my bedtime. Tomorrow is another torturous day in office.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Over &amp;amp; out~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11646830-113734312318486970?l=strawpicana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11646830/posts/default/113734312318486970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11646830/posts/default/113734312318486970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawpicana.blogspot.com/2006/01/tiring-but-fruitful-day.html' title='Tiring but fruitful day'/><author><name>Ren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00623993713409961206</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11646830.post-113695409554914496</id><published>2006-01-11T11:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T12:44:09.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~Wasted Time~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Was a super long weekend for me since Friday 6th. It's Hari Raya Haji on the 10th so I took leave on the 9th, thinking that I could make good use of the long block of weekend to clean up the home alittle and prepare for Chinese New Year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7213/953/1600/dance.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7213/953/400/dance.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly instead of making good use of the time to clean, I made merry and grew lazy instead.&lt;br /&gt;Encountered the longest lifespan rainfall every. Started raining on Saturday evening and it went on continously for the next 4 days till Wednesday morning. Luckily, it stopped this morning so I could come to office without much hassle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the wet weather, I did very little for the 4 days rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Saturday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slept late, woke up to brunch and some tv watching, went out to meet ah eng in the evening at CWP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slept late again, went out for lunch with mum and aunt at Tmall followed by some shopping before sending my aunt to the busstop for her to go back home. Lazed the rest of the day off watching VCD and surfing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worst today, slept late also. Mind you, my late is very late. Noon time, sometime past noon, 1pm. Had brunch, lazed, watched plenty of TV, surfed alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tuesday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same routine as the past few days, cept I did some sweeping and mopping today. To compensate for the guilt stricken conscious. Stayed up super late till 3plus am. I was so addicted to the Thai movie about human cloning, thou I had watched it before I watched it again, at the expense of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to office, did nothing for the whole morning, opened a browser and starting writing here. It's lunchtime now so I guess I would bring a lunchbox back when I am done with the entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I think my 水桶腰 needs some attention liao. Sigh, who wants to sponsor trail use of Uxxx? I don't mind giving testimonals and appearing on paper adverst as successful case, that is if it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie dok, I think I am mindlessly writing now. Hunger signals coming up the brainwave... Roger &amp;amp; out for lunch babes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be back with more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11646830-113695409554914496?l=strawpicana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11646830/posts/default/113695409554914496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11646830/posts/default/113695409554914496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawpicana.blogspot.com/2006/01/wasted-time.html' title='~Wasted Time~'/><author><name>Ren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00623993713409961206</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11646830.post-113679185226989089</id><published>2006-01-09T15:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T15:30:52.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>鱼圆面</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;今天在鱼圆面里找到一小片塑料袋.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;恶心!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11646830-113679185226989089?l=strawpicana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11646830/posts/default/113679185226989089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11646830/posts/default/113679185226989089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawpicana.blogspot.com/2006/01/blog-post_09.html' title='鱼圆面'/><author><name>Ren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00623993713409961206</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11646830.post-113673075957345776</id><published>2006-01-08T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T22:32:39.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>天黑黑</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;我相信这个周末有数以万计的"咸菇"们结了婚.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;要不是, 为什么雨继续下个不停?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;下了一天和一夜, 雨啊! 您何时将停止?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11646830-113673075957345776?l=strawpicana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11646830/posts/default/113673075957345776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11646830/posts/default/113673075957345776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawpicana.blogspot.com/2006/01/blog-post.html' title='天黑黑'/><author><name>Ren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00623993713409961206</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11646830.post-113662594033462529</id><published>2006-01-07T17:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T17:25:40.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YUCKS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I found a small piece of sponge in my mixed rice lunch box this afternoon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Don't ask me how it got in there, I don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Don't ask me where is the sponge from, I don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;All I know is I felt so yucky I almost wanted to puke those I ate in out, the texture of the sponge in the mouth is &lt;strong&gt;VERY &lt;/strong&gt;puke-inducing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;All I know is I continued with care the remaining 2/3 of the lunchbox and felt in total disgust when I was done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;All I know is I am going to so boycott that stall for a long time till I can get over it psychologically.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;On a chronological event, I'd ever discover the following embedded in my food before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;- thick plastic covered wire cord in chicken briyani from old Marina Square Nasi Padang stall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;- thin wire mesh from scouring pad. Some mixed vege rice stall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;- 2 vege worms in broccoli flowers. Some vege rice stall as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;These are the few bigger issues, smaller ones I cannot recall now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I have something with finding UFOs in my food I also dunno why. I think it's just me, my luck. I always get "fortified" food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;That concludes why I detest dining out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Period.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11646830-113662594033462529?l=strawpicana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11646830/posts/default/113662594033462529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11646830/posts/default/113662594033462529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawpicana.blogspot.com/2006/01/yucks.html' title='YUCKS!'/><author><name>Ren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00623993713409961206</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11646830.post-113622554346144205</id><published>2006-01-03T01:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T02:28:05.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Party #4</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;This marks the last party for 2005, also the 1st party for 2006. Hee~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attended a secondary school friend's wedding dinner at the Carlton Hotel. Finally after a super long distanced marathon run of I think 1.5 decades, yes use your toes it's close to 15 years of long marathon running, Kevin &amp; Carol finally tied their knots. It was a good evening meeting up the old time friends, seeing them all turned adults &amp;amp; successful now. The married are married, the conceived is giving birth soon, the happy-go-luckys are still swinging. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carlton is a nice place to get hitced I must say. I was welcomed by the houseband with nice singing the moment I stepped into their main lobby and the warm lightings &amp; decoration makes it much splendid. The spiral staircase &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;that leads up to the ballroom added romance too. I somehow feel it's a grand place to have a nice function there. Oh, the way they dress their ballroom, no need to elaborate. It's just such a heavenly sight. I really must compliment the people behind the making of the scene, 2thumbs and 2 toe thumbs up! I really don't mind getting hitched there myself too. But that's provided the well to do and eager hubby comes along. Oh as I was looking at the popular dates on the ROM website the other day, I told myself Dec 12, 2006 is nice date to tie knots. Hmmm, if I can make it, I would make it by that day. :) Oh, dream on again Karen~ :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie, back to the wedding dinner. Food was nice, red wine to wash em down, better. 3 glasses slowly over dinner was not too much to take.. psst~ as compared to 3 down in 30mins. ;x *shut I did not say anything* hee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner commenced late and only ended at 11pm, had time to go to the wedding suite to have a look, beautiful skyline from the 24th floor. I think it was 24th, I could not remember clearly for I was too engrossed looking into the lift mirror~ Hee pardon me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big suite, not trendy looking thou, but good cos air-con is blasting cold, very ideal for madness rushing brides. Room is cosy, segmented into 2 areas: the bedroom &amp; dressing room and the living &amp;amp; dining area. 2 toilets so husbands &amp; wives need not fight. I should had stayed in the room and watched the fireworks as advised by the wedding couple. You would know why I say so in a few minutes time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left the hotel at 1145pm thinking we could make it in time to the Esplanade to watch the firework live but somehow we (a sec sch galfren &amp;amp; me) were delayed. The works started when we were at the neck of the City Hall MRT, just about to head down when it started blasting. 28 yrs of living, this is the 1st time I am so close to seeing blasts. Beautiful, it would be better if we were at the riverside, I am sure. Still, it was beautiful an experience thou. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the blast, we headed down the Citylink Mall planning to meet a common friend of ours and Ah Eng whom had planned to wait for me at the Merlion's but midway thru the Citylink Mall she called and we changed the venue of meeting. I had to back track to my original spot to meet Ah Eng but it was another experience of a lifetime this time. See, after the fireworks, while waiting for Ah Eng to come down the tunnel to meet me I saw like thooousaands of human making their way to the train station to catch the last few bounds of services back. I ain't exaggerating here, if I had a ticker I think my ticker could had gone bonkers ticking the headcount away. The journey from the addidas shop back to the Mphosis shop was smooth, but that's where the jam starts. The down riding escalator trip cum the upriding and the slow march to the train station was the slowest attempt ever taken. I think I tool easily 45 minutes all in all to clear it. To prevent jams in the train station, police has set up gates to only allow like couple of tens to hundreds in every few minutes. Imagine, sardines packed, hooligans cat-calls &amp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NO PROPER VENTILATION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I had to fan myself with a small name card, and that's all I had with me to use. The very moment I cleared the block, I felt life again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To add on to the misery, Dean our beloved chauffer whom wanted to pick me and Ah Eng up at Raffles City S.C to go down to Boat Quay made us waited for like 40 minutes at the taxi stand. It was only a 10minutes slow walk away from where we were. So in frustration after 40mins or so of waiting, I decided we walked &amp;amp; indeed we were faster then the wheels. Reached my "斗头" pub, greeted by the usual gang Ben, Eric &amp; pals. The place was super duper packed and we could only stand at the door. Instead, we took the table outside &amp;amp; order lime juice from the coffeeshop next door and sipped away. Hahaha, fancy having lime juice when were are all that sober. It was fun watching drunks &amp; highs "perform" when one is sober. We sat there like for the next 2 hours before the 1st time ever drunk like lobster Ben could not take it anymore. (who would in the 1st place too when you had like 1/2 to 2/3 a bottle of Martell, given me I would had K out until dunno where liao). We threw him inside the car and heaed for Yishun, dropped him and sent Vel back to pick fresh uniform for the day after use. She must have been crashing at Dean's place. Went off to Chong Pang to have nasi lemak before we called it a day &amp;amp; was sent back home. On the way to Yishun earlier, I saw on my other lane a private car overturned. An ambulance was there to rescue, I hope the driver &amp; passngers if any were all okie. It's really sad to see accidents, I do not like it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Called it a day when I reached home like 5 plus in the morning. This is the most atrocious night out, super wee hours. Not a good way to start the year thou. I must make it a point to visit&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Boat Quay lesser &amp;amp; be a goodie to shoe gal again, staying indoors staring at the TV. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Also for the year, I msut cultivate healthier habits also like sleeping before midnight, eating healthily &amp; etc. Let's just see when all these would get in place. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And before I crash into bed at 2.15am now, it would be good opportunity to wish all readers: A healthy, joyous 2006. Live the remaining of the 363 days happily if you haven for the last 2. Remember, you loss 60 seconds of happiness for every 1 minute of anger in you. I wish all happiness &amp;amp; pink of health always. Cheers~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11646830-113622554346144205?l=strawpicana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11646830/posts/default/113622554346144205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11646830/posts/default/113622554346144205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawpicana.blogspot.com/2006/01/party-4.html' title='Party #4'/><author><name>Ren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00623993713409961206</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11646830.post-113619434389525571</id><published>2006-01-02T16:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T17:32:23.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Party #3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;I am going to keep this entry short &amp; sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Party #3 - Xmas cum Birthday celebration at Xmosphere, Dec 24th 2005.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with the usual suspects for an evening of unsober-ness.&lt;br /&gt;Arrived at Raffles Place at about 11.30pm when it was already packed with humans. Everyone were in the mood already, you can gauge by the rates they use artificial foams on you. Strangely, it doesn't snow in Singapore but I wonder why these people like using foams this much. Yikes is the word, I DETEST chemicals!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a smooth journey and arrive at the pub just in time for some warming up before countdown comes. Talking about warming up, it did not take too long with the help of lord knows how much added vodka tat the gals served me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Count-downed to Xmas with Aaron Kwok's MV and plentiful of foams aimed in all directions. The gals then served the xmas log cake complimentary ah Eng. I had the honor to have my "斗头" to sing me a birthday song, a smooch (very 勉强 one) several hugs and some pictures taken. I was nice to return him a nice peck on the cheek too. I am dead for all evidents were taken down pictorially. Seen some of the pics not all, but I rather not have them for the unsober high on vodka, flabby double underchin pics are too much for a alcohol high lady to stomach, not to mention being called "肥妹" by a Hongkie. Excuse me, I ain't 肥, just gracefully plump. Ahemm, thank you. Hee hee hee.. okie okie I am fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The remaining of the night? I was high on vodka sitted outside sipping lime/lemon agar agar drink from the next door coffeeshop for the next 3 hrs. With intervals to the washroom &amp;amp; singing half a song with Ben.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supper follows, the fried kway tiao ah Eng ordered was my life saver. 1st few mouths were alittle vomit inducing but the subsequent eating made me felt better and much awake. I managed to get home sober.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many thanks to friends for: -&lt;br /&gt;1. The 45 minutes of awakeness fun.&lt;br /&gt;2. The 3 hrs long of seh-ness fun.&lt;br /&gt;3. The nice white bag from ah hui, Eng &amp; eve. I just found out yesterday that ah eve's younger sis ah wei took the trouble to go around with her sis to hunt for the pressie too. Thank you so much for taking the trouble too.&lt;br /&gt;4. The nice chocy log cake. I asked for it and ah Eng took trouble to order via phone to prevent them selling all off in view of xmas. Muakz ah Eng, appreciate the troubles.&lt;br /&gt;5. The forced kiss I got from ah pat. &amp;amp; the kena lummed dunno how many times. Alcohol are bad. They make people do funny things.&lt;br /&gt;6. Andy for his heart made from drinking straw. &amp; his mocked up Andy Lau signature on my left hand. It was a waste I had to wash off his Mont Blanc ink. I am honoured to have some1 sign on me with Mont Blanc. Hee..&lt;br /&gt;7. Andy #2, Ben's friend for spraying foams into my face &amp;amp; mouth. I repeat I DETEST chemical Andy. HaHaHa, he was lucky I did not break him into pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm I think this should be all. I cannot recall the remaining details vividly.&lt;br /&gt;Party #4 coming your way soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11646830-113619434389525571?l=strawpicana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11646830/posts/default/113619434389525571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11646830/posts/default/113619434389525571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawpicana.blogspot.com/2006/01/party-3.html' title='Party #3'/><author><name>Ren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00623993713409961206</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11646830.post-113601888421057141</id><published>2005-12-31T15:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T16:48:04.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Party #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663333;"&gt;This is way way over due, so with apology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 2nd Xmas "party" was held at the Tonkichi Japanese Restaurant at Suntec City, 23th Dec '05.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The attendees are: - Fennie (left), Myself &amp; Ann (right). We have Fen's bf Jim too. His not in the pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7213/953/1600/AFK.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7213/953/200/AFK.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7213/953/1600/AFK2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7213/953/200/AFK2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures are all quite dark, we did not use the flash so pardon them. Which version do u like better? The nerdy specky look or the "meng meng long long" without glasses look? Hee I personally like both of my looks. So rare I can get nicely proper pictures like these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a dinner cum get-a-long session with the sisters. Our 1st one for this year. So this shows how little we get together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had sumptous dinner. Huge servings which literally made the 4 of us stuffed pork chops. As in, literally forcing pork chops down the throat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7213/953/1600/curryrice.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7213/953/200/curryrice.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7213/953/1600/riceset.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7213/953/200/riceset.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Servings looks normal here but looks are decieving, had to slowly munch down last piece of pork loin.&lt;br /&gt;Ann had the curry pork fillet set (left) while Fennie &amp;amp; I had the pork fillet &amp; loin set (right). The fillet is such a huge piece, see. I like the loin better. Its so tender, you hardly need chewing before ingesting them. The fillet on the other end has abit more fats (skin) &amp;amp; some chewy texture. Nicely fried breaded pork but it has very little flavours by itself. See that black dish of sauce I ordered? It's miso sauce, has this light sweet taste, goes very well with the meat. They have this sauce that thas a light sour taste that is recommended to go with the meat but I still like the miso sauce better. The small little bowl with the cute pounder are roasted sesame seeds, for u to do some grinding into powder to sprinkle onto the meat before eating. Innovative yeah. Not to mention the fun grinding it and eating the sesame powder fresh. The salad is unique, cabbage shredded into thin stripes and a salad dressing to go with. For a 1st timer, it is quite a unique experience. Minus the over-eating. Hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663333;"&gt;A hearty chat session follows after the dinner with green tea to wash the "ge-lat-ness" down. It didn't took long for me to digest and for stuffed stomach to feel better, thank lord. Ann showed us pictures of her ourdoor weddign shoots, the informal ones and some of her wedding preparation. Weddings can "shrink" a person, look at Ann, she's so tiny now. I told her she looks 5 years younger to me now. Fennie &amp; Jim are growing smaller too. Looks like I am the only one expanding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663333;"&gt;I had gifts that night too. We had a xmas gift exchange. Many coincidents: I bought Ann a cute set of porcelein wares for her home, she bought me a cute baby pooh bag. I bought Fennie a white bag, she also bought me a white bag. Ann bought Fennie a grey Tank top, and Fennie gave her a grey top too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663333;"&gt;Ended the night and we all went back home to rest before more parties comes for Xmas is round the corner. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663333;"&gt;Shall write more abt xmas count down when time allows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11646830-113601888421057141?l=strawpicana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11646830/posts/default/113601888421057141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11646830/posts/default/113601888421057141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawpicana.blogspot.com/2005/12/party-2.html' title='Party #2'/><author><name>Ren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00623993713409961206</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11646830.post-113524976848539296</id><published>2005-12-23T14:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T14:46:43.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Party #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;It's feeling Xmas in the entire office and in me since yesterday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have Santa Mamas coming around with gifts and well wishes, making the feelings of the festive hike suddenly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have gotten for myself so far: -&lt;br /&gt;1. A glow-in-the-dark silicon gel mug lid with teaspoon holder from my boss.&lt;br /&gt;2. A "whistling I Love you" keychain from Helen, my neighbour aunty colleague.&lt;br /&gt;3. Rochers &amp; Cadbury Froggie Choc from Melody, my colleague as well.&lt;br /&gt;4. Xmas carol singing bear from Sharlene, my colleague.&lt;br /&gt;5. A little yellow hanky from Serene.&lt;br /&gt;6. A candle light holder from door gift at the office Xmas party.&lt;br /&gt;7. A set of blue elle hand and face towel from the department gift exchange.&lt;br /&gt;8. A portion of the gift hamper from the prize winnings from the games we play but I did not collect it before going back to office, so that means I have 1 less goodies to eat. Sob Sob~&lt;br /&gt;9. This morning my team lead was the santa mama with a mechanical pencil. I needed 1 badly. Thank you Esther.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had office celebration yesterday with some games and a makan session. The games were quite okie, managed to get people from different departments cooperating. 1st game was to gather the list of items the emcee listed. I managed to "loan" my badge cos they needed names starting with K.&lt;br /&gt;The second game was to get the people in the group to line ourselves up from the smallest birthdate to the largest. We won for this game segment. Yippe~&lt;br /&gt;Then the last game was to send 2 representative from each group to perform for the rest and the group with the most catcalls win. My Chief Finance Office (CFO) made great sacrification to act as a coconut tree for babe to hot dance around him. 1. he must be feeling wow wow weee ah inside him or 2. he must be dead worried that photos don't go to this wife in any cases he has "asthma" as well.. "妻管严" Hee.. don't ask me I am not sure if he is married or not.. No idea~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, they din win. The team that did the Bollywood dance around the tree won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food: A great selection of bit size. Had samosa, satay, mini tuna puff, siew mai, bee hoon, chicken mid-wing, turkey ham with pineapple sauce. Mini swiss rolls &amp; choc eclairs for the sweet selection. Bits of pinching here and there, it was good filling up of the tummy as well. I liked the siew mai and ham &amp;amp; sauce best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky draw to wrap up all the fun and laughters before we went back to work. But I was not that lucky. All the 3 sets of vouchers went to the Pricing team. Kelong loh Mr.CFO~ U din shuffle before u draw.. Damn I think he must not be a App*e Fan~ he dunno simi si call iSh*ffle~ (Names changed in view of loyalty).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrapped up and went back to office, settle abit then waited for time to pass. Met Ah Eng at Tampines to pass her her molten choc eclairs followed by Rice Burger dinner at McD, saltish is the word. Din know the chicken patty was this salty. I usually share with my mum and she eats most of the meat so I din know it was that bad. The meal was so filling I could not have space for tang yuan before I fell alseep. So I din eat tang yuan means I din grow 1 year older. Hee hee hee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much so for last nite. Work up this morning with super don't feel like working mood. Too much of the festive mood. That's how I ended up writing my blog now when I have some work piled up but I am not clearing them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wanna pass the day and leave for dinner. Party #2 is coming up. Dinner with Ann, Fennie &amp;amp; boyfriend Jim at Suntec. I promised photos but I din bring the cam phone out I forgot. Ann has a cammy so I would try to snap some pix back..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie dok.. this much of writing, I am going off to clear work yeah~ I hope~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11646830-113524976848539296?l=strawpicana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11646830/posts/default/113524976848539296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11646830/posts/default/113524976848539296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawpicana.blogspot.com/2005/12/party-1.html' title='Party #1'/><author><name>Ren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00623993713409961206</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11646830.post-113499588713965663</id><published>2005-12-19T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T20:56:30.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a year end of fun~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Time flies, we are ending 2005 in less then 2 weeks time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the coming 2 weeks, we have Xmas coming up, follow on by my 28th birthday celebration, then we count down the year and welcome &lt;2006&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast! And I am still in denial that I am hitting 30 real soon~. Like what Alex says I am always sweet 18 (plus 10). Thanx yeah Alex, we oldies need such consolation badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's do quick run of happenings this year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(In a random order of my memory capacity)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;1. Worked 3 months, rested 7, worked the last 3 off. This shows how poor I am now living off for the 7s. It also shows how "courageous" I was to leave the cosy "stinky" rabbit hole. &lt;= Sounds familiar yeah? &lt;br /&gt;2. Landed myself in a different job nature which till now I am still mastering the ropes. &lt;br /&gt;3. Engaged in a more outgoing lifestyle, where shopping, coffees, makan sessions, movies, drinking and all sorts of funs you can name of are much frequent. I see this as good in a way, cause I feel this year I am socialising more. Bad, cause I tend to stay out late &amp; naturally 1 would spend more unnecessaringly. &lt;br /&gt;4. Still single, still single, still single. (No big deal yeah, especially when I have like moved into my 4th year already). &lt;br /&gt;5. Visiting some pub along the stretch of Boat Quay, engaging in cheap thrills (don't think negative, I merely tease some boss extensively only) indulging in my own world. Like some say going "ga ga" over perky butts.. Hahaha &lt;br /&gt;6. I also started to like kimchi &amp;amp; stuff. (Compliment of Hui and also partially my free time staying at home). &lt;br /&gt;7. My eye sight is deteriorating extensively. At this rates I think I need to sign up for the Blind school very soon liao. &lt;br /&gt;8. The major terrorizing incident which I had documented earlier - "&lt;strong&gt;TC Strikes"&lt;/strong&gt;. Sounds like good movies scripts.&lt;br /&gt;9. Found out my opthamologist's age &amp; I am also still in denial. Hee~ He certainly do not look 40's.&lt;br /&gt;10. I've claimed my 1st artist husband. His Korean and dashing. Hee (I nearly cannot think of my #10 to log, luckily the ending I intend to wrap with gave me the inspirations).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, coming weekend would be a list of activities coming up. I am so looking forward to.&lt;br /&gt;1. Office Xmas party. It's cross departments so it would be a large group of 150s. I hope to win some prizes in the games.&lt;br /&gt;2. Meeting up the ex Nfs gals for dinner at Tonkichi Jap Resturant. I heard the fried selection, miso &amp;amp; salad are nice. I promise I come home with pictures. Hee.&lt;br /&gt;3. Drinking session #3 at the Boat Quay pub with Xmas countdown &amp; bday bash. I will try to stay sober enough for the nite.&lt;br /&gt;4. Would there be countdown 2005 gals? So far no plans yet. Plan quick yeah gals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, a good way to chase off my birthday woes would be this: -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7213/953/1600/kswflowers.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7213/953/400/kswflowers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Flowers from Sang Sang. Ermm, No sang sang, got flowers also can. No flowers got sang sang, even better. Sang Sang with flowers - Ideal. Oh~ Dream on. Hiakz. I don't actually need flowers. just that I feel he looks sooooo mesmerizing here. I thought he keeps me companion in my virtual space. *muakz thank you sang sang for ya flowers~* hee~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie, back to reality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Merry Xmas &amp;amp; a Happy New Year friends &amp;amp; family~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Ho Ho Ho~ ~Let it Snow, Let it Snow, Let it Snow~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11646830-113499588713965663?l=strawpicana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11646830/posts/default/113499588713965663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11646830/posts/default/113499588713965663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawpicana.blogspot.com/2005/12/its-year-end-of-fun.html' title='It&apos;s a year end of fun~'/><author><name>Ren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00623993713409961206</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11646830.post-113431993679239917</id><published>2005-12-12T00:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T00:52:16.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 23th Birthday ~Zhou Fu Mistress~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7213/953/1600/jielun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7213/953/400/jielun.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;P/S:&lt;/span&gt; many thanks to old Nai Ma who stayed up 2hrs to help me select nice photo and think of nice words to tell my mistress. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;So Mistress &amp; my wife, and Ya Huan and Fishball Boy, the new Family member Numa Mei, Zhu Guan Jia &amp;amp; wife &amp; the new piggie on the way, You all must treat Nai Ma well and treat her like part of the beloved family ah. If not... I will divorce u 2.. Ermm Ermm  *head lowered* Hiakz hiakz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Nai Ma: Rememeber to collect ur allowance to go to kimchi land from my very very free wife now. Send my regards to my good friend Sang Woo ah.. Oh also, this nasty letter, please ask Sang Woo to make a trip to that Rain's Full House and pass it to him. It's a cheque of 5 million Won &amp; an agreement for him to leave my mistress. She has been hiding inside the entertainment room lately alot, I heard Nai Ma told me it's raining korean series lately. Tell Sang Woo to warn Rain, if he dare spills into Taiwan again, i would flood his Full House with MY San Hu Hai's water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I have said too much liao Nai Ma. Luv u Nai Ma for bringing me up and your wonderful creation for Mistress today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11646830-113431993679239917?l=strawpicana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11646830/posts/default/113431993679239917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11646830/posts/default/113431993679239917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawpicana.blogspot.com/2005/12/happy-23th-birthday-zhou-fu-mistress.html' title='Happy 23th Birthday ~Zhou Fu Mistress~'/><author><name>Ren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00623993713409961206</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11646830.post-113309602481976635</id><published>2005-11-27T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T13:20:57.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WC</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;The water closet in my bedroom broke down sometime back and it kept leaking after each flush. We tolerated it for awhile before we got the plumber in to fix for $45. After the fixing up I sent gentle reminders to all folks at home to remind them that to take extra tender loving care to the flush everytime they finish their big &amp; small businesses. That includes several reminders &amp;amp; correction if I hear violation from outside the toilet door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;You see, it happens that the PC desk is located right in front of the bathroom and when I sit down to engage in internet business I would hear the flushing process if anybody uses it. That will include the pulling of the lever (which will give off a creaking, followed by the flush then the WC refilling again). I am extra sensitive with the almost dying lever cos if no extra care was given to position back the lever after use, the WC would leak the entire day. And I mean it, leak for as long as it likes, refuse to fill up the tank, cut off water supply but leak on and on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Scene A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Me: (Sitting in front of PC surfing).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Terror Chicken (TC): Walks into toilet, do business &amp; flush.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Me: Heard the extreme hard pull on the lever, loud creaking. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Me: Walks out to the living room, tell mum that WC lever is abused again. Walked back to PC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Mum: Nags generally that lever should not be pulled with force, will spoil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;TC: Came out from bathroom &amp;amp; walks to room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Bro: Makes comments in nasty tone of voice saying TC pulls lever gently. (hello, I am not deaf &amp; I am sure it was not so a gentle flush).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Me: walks to living room &amp;amp; told off brother. Telling him properties at home every1 plays a part to maintain it &amp; I have sent reminder before. I am not a personal maid whoms is at home all the time going into the bathroom everytime to check if you have everything in place after its used.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;TC: Heard me, SLAM HER ROOM DOOR!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Bro: Gets up from sofa, walks into his bedroom minutes later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Scene B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Moments later, room door opens, TC crying loudly, kicking a fuss, talking with sobs in between.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Mum: Walks to her room door, sees her packing her bag.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Mum: Ask her what's wrong. She raise her voice &amp;amp; says "Karen says I spoilt the WC"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Hello~ Did u phrase the statement wrongly? I said "Pls handle the WC with care". If that can go into your chicken brain gets processed and registered as "Karen says I spoilt the WC" I think you really need to get some medical help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;TC: (cont) I also miss my mum 1 okie? *Hello here again, the issue here is WC, not kinship. I have a very close relationship here with my mum &amp; it is openly exhibited at home. If it's a sore on you &amp;amp; you do miss your mum as well, visit her in Malacca. It is not difficult a task to take a bus or plane back or even a simple phone call. And hello for the 3rd time, it is not as if my mum does not dotes on you. She treats you like half a daugther as well okie? She cookes chicken specially for you because you do not eat pork, she cooks dishes &amp; boils soup that you "can" eat every Friday when we eat one-dish meals for the rest of the weekdays. If this is not special attention she is providing, then can you please tell me WHAT?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I think this is a serious issue getting out of hands at home already. Yes, the relationship management I am talking about. If you cannot contain your grieves and unhappiness between yourself and your boyfriend (i.e my brother) then put things to a stop. I do not like to see 2 homosapiens hanging out with no aims in the living room and bedroom for a total of 53hrs a week. Which the only activities you engage are: -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;1. TV watching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;2. Showers taking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;3. Small talks between yourselves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Big bedroom fights!!! (Crying included, note: not batteries here)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;5. Playing wild &amp; laughing screaming fun that causes your neighbours to think that you are insane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;6. Hiding inside the bedroom for several hrs when your bf washes his 2nd wife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;7. Going out for meals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;8. Obliging to occasional invitation family outing which includes me, my mum &amp;amp; my aunts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;9. Impromptu events which only happens on full moons or if an eclipse takes place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Folks I have enough said. I should go gobble down 2 litres of ice cold H2O for I need hydration from the temperature that raised from maddness from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ACCUSATION&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; And a worked metabolism having to claim myself down and not able to retaliate. Miss Terror Chicken, thank your chicken god that I do not have a shot of H5N1 in my hand, I am sure you do not want to come down with sick flu I am sure~.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;oh P/S: after all her 一哭二闹三回家, and a satisfying MacDonalds meal. Miss Terror Chicken is sitted comfortably in the living room sofa in front of the TV set with her leisure TV viewing. This mingled chick herself can only crop up in her room, writting into her virtual space to vent out the excess. Hello Miss TC, you've got the upper hand now. Happy? No more of such wayangs I say. I respect you as a being, I did not pick up a fight in front of you when U said "Karen says I spoilt the WC". If it was not for inner peace within OUR 4 walls here, my character does not allow such rare opportunities of cat fight slips. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Double P/S: apology to the remaining folks at home i.e. mum &amp;amp; aunt for having to absorb some of my grieves when TC and gang was out. My mum had to be the meat patty when issues like this rise always. Very hard on her. Poor mama~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11646830-113309602481976635?l=strawpicana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11646830/posts/default/113309602481976635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11646830/posts/default/113309602481976635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawpicana.blogspot.com/2005/11/wc.html' title='WC'/><author><name>Ren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00623993713409961206</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11646830.post-113163841974032829</id><published>2005-11-10T12:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T00:19:39.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Expo Expo~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;It's the once again event going on at the Singapore Expo again, and many nation's best loved event. Yes, its non other then our &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7213/953/1600/apfe.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 107px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 106px" height="106" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7213/953/200/apfe.jpg" width="106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;So being a typical nation and also my office is walking distance to it, I wrapped up work at 7pm and popped over to have a look at what's in-stall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Indeed it was a wise choice, traffic flow: smooth, headcourt in the hall: low.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Took about close to an hour to finish combing the entire hall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;The stalls are very much the same as the previous food fairs held.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;With exception that this year, they have a booth area set up for some overseas and local healthfood retailers to display their items (in a somewhat enclosed area). Sadly, there ain't much attraction there and it took up like 1/4 of the event space.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Food wise, many familiar manufacturers, retailers and everyday brands. My advise is if you are really keen in buying food (not the ready to eat types) but more of groceries, go on the last day of the event where you can get them at "suicidal" price. Also known as the "jump building price". That is why, I have told Ah Eng, that instead of going on the Saturday noon, lets make it Sunday, since it's going to be a weekend and it would be you squeeze me I squeeze you, may as well squeeze a good price from the exhibitors better. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Ok, let me tell you what was my catch for today then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;1st: I had a $1.20 Mr. Bean Soya bean ice cream cone. Nice I would use the word, not too sweet, very milky and thick and it does not melt easily as I was taking my own sweet time walking slowly browsing and eating it and it din mess up my palm even when it as close to finishing. Good ice cream indeed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;I went on to prey for more food, starvation is the word here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Ended up packing them for home instead of munching. I guess the ice cream kept me filled for a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;I came home with these things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7213/953/1600/Kueh.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7213/953/200/Kueh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7213/953/1600/Dog.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7213/953/200/Dog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7213/953/1600/Alm.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7213/953/200/Alm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;This green kueh that is all stucked in 1 lump may look not so appealing but please do not judge it's book by the covers. 1 was captured by the lady making the kueh and I asked her curiously what is it. She did not say much but offered a sample instead. I took a bite &amp; she explained. It's a dessert made with coconut milk, slices of young coconut, flour and some seeds (she did not tell me what) and she would spread the mixture on the hotplate to cook the flour thoroughly before rolling it up. When u eat it hot, it's soft &amp;amp; rich. When I bought it home, it turns into a chewy bouncy kueh. 2thumbs up. I dunno the name and all I know it's a thai dessert made from young coconut. They have another version whereby they make plain soft crepes from flour mixture and they sell it to you with a packet of coconut floss. Very nice as welll cos the floss are very sweet and melts in the mouth. I think I would try that on Sunday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Next, we have Saucisse House of Gourmet Franks. This is my 2nd time trying it at the food fair.The darker colour frank is the Giant Chicken Hotdog &amp; the light one is the Cheesy Braswurst. The last time I had some Giant Chicken Hotdog it was still quite pleasant. This time both are yucky. Maybe it's cold, maybe it's the different brand of mustard used. Whatever the cause, yucks... sorry franks, into the bin you go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Lastly. The white paste U see. Almond paste. It's quite nicely done *2thumbs up again* not too starchy not too sweet. And the best part it's pretty fine. (not sandy or lumpy in texture). It kinda help me wash my dinner nicely down.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Mama fried egg noodles for dinner &amp;amp; she did a very good job today orh~ So I had an extra big meal again today.. U can see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7213/953/1600/Eat2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7213/953/200/Eat2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt; it from my expression lah~ *chuckle* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;No.. actually U should see how stuff my face was after all the abit of here &amp; there munching and u telling yrself that it's too much eaten..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Base: I had a sumptous meal. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Stay tune for the next update then ~ oh if u wanna join me &amp;amp; eng eng this sunday noon, let me know via whichever mode... All are welcome yeah~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11646830-113163841974032829?l=strawpicana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11646830/posts/default/113163841974032829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11646830/posts/default/113163841974032829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawpicana.blogspot.com/2005/11/expo-expo.html' title='Expo Expo~'/><author><name>Ren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00623993713409961206</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11646830.post-113085988423151996</id><published>2005-11-01T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T23:44:44.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deepavali / Hari Raya Break</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;This week of work is so staggered that I think I am getting too much of the holiday mood. Now is the typical syndrome. 11.30pm and I am still not in bed to prepare for tomorrow's work. I think I had tuned my body to the routine hours I have to wake up already. So much so I am starting to abuse it again (i.e. not sleeping at 10.30pm or so which I should be to get the full 8hrs rest).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;It's Deepavali restday today. I woke up at 9am to find myself way too early to be up, so I went in back again till 11am. Took a shower before heading out to Tmall to meet my mama. Went to have traditional coffee, kaya &amp; butter toast with soft boil eggs at "not-so-traditional Ya Kun". Expensive things they make, all I can say. This week they have a daily $2 promotion, so its kinda worth to check them out. Tuesday is ice-cream toast with coffee/tea. I had choc chips toast *yummy*.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Went down to East Point @ Simei after breakfast. Visited Bega, the store I had a little agrument with mum last week. That persistent salesgal still remember us. Dare she have the cheek to say that she remember I tried that top the last time. I have not complain you for being to hardselling ok? Anyway, after spending an hr in the store &amp;amp; trying out at least 10 skirts, I walked out with BIG damage. $111 big bucks for 3 simple skirts.. This point of time I am really questioning why human needs clothes? Fashion? Security? or Protection? I wish we were back to the Eve &amp; Adam days.. At least the damage on my already minute pay is lesser. Picked up groceries from NTUC followed by a char kway tiao at the coffeeshop before coming home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Came home and started surfing, watched some tv and had another bite (junk food - MacDonalds, milo &amp;amp; Meiji biscuits). The news on TV then shocked the daylight out of me. They found lead &amp; parasites eggs in kimchi. Last week, my mama's friend just came home from Korea with a packet of "Da Chang Jing" kimchi for us and we cooked half a pack in soup. Had it and now the news.... *sweat*. But after verifying I think its a dispute between China &amp;amp; Korea. I believe the other half pack I have in the fridge is edible.. *cross my fingers* Like what Hui has advised, I should stir it abit with the chopsticks tomorrow nite and play "Jin Tian Yi" to see if I can find any mystery in the pack or not. So for now.. NO NO to kimchi~&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Okie dok, enough of rattling. It's bedtime.. Nite folks &amp;amp; have a good Hari Raya~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11646830-113085988423151996?l=strawpicana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11646830/posts/default/113085988423151996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11646830/posts/default/113085988423151996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawpicana.blogspot.com/2005/11/deepavali-hari-raya-break.html' title='Deepavali / Hari Raya Break'/><author><name>Ren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00623993713409961206</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></entry></feed>
