<?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-30264002</id><updated>2011-04-22T06:21:21.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'>love peace hope</title><subtitle type='html'>Junkies me.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pukka-junkies.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30264002/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pukka-junkies.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>junkies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01696194999206904307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>76</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30264002.post-6224768130412355972</id><published>2007-10-07T20:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T21:19:34.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Life has once again set me on the thinking track. This time, deeper. Discovering insights i never knew, the hurtful truths unfolded before my eyes. Truths? Maybe it is. maybe. Its just difficult to accept. It really is. It hurt so bad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;It seemed whatever that i was perceiving has been a mistake. A mistake right from the start. Why now? just why. Because life is such? This must be a joke. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Something i hold so close to my heart. Something so dear. Something which i feel, i embraced through the rough patch. But on the contrary, its just empty. Just empty. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Along the way, i have lost intangible assets that would never be found again. So all these while i was wrong? It really hurt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Suddenly you just realise the world has made a joke out of your dear life. A life that grew up perfected, blissed and blessed. My heart bled again. all these years. ALL these years. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;I didn't how severe this is until i began to realise that i have been escaping from reality. Whatever that can distract me, i allowed it knowing that then, my mind would be pre-occupied with whatever that's involved. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Voicing out again stirred up the complexity of emotions. All that i've been through was tough. Getting it replayed slapped me back into harsh reality. Its not just always all about me. Like i'm victimised. Like i'm shortchanged. All the time. It's just taxing even to think about it right now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;The words that drowned me, the replay that continued like its never ending, everything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Bringing myself to face this world again, knowing once again that i have been all along standing on equal platform, i believe is the first step to get myself out from an idealistic world. A world that's mould by social norms. And i didnt realise how blend in i am towards social norms. Whatever that society deem is right, is right. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;After the conversation that involved a whole lot of emotions and thinking, revealed alot about myself to me. How ironic. Just how funny life can be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Waking up is just tough. Sometimes, i wished things weren't that clear to me. Then, i would have felt so much better all over again. And then, time will help fade whatever that has pricked my heart once so badly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;But things ain't this way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30264002-6224768130412355972?l=pukka-junkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pukka-junkies.blogspot.com/feeds/6224768130412355972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30264002&amp;postID=6224768130412355972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30264002/posts/default/6224768130412355972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30264002/posts/default/6224768130412355972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pukka-junkies.blogspot.com/2007/10/life-has-once-again-set-me-on-thinking.html' title=''/><author><name>junkies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01696194999206904307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30264002.post-1248488632610932464</id><published>2007-06-21T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T23:29:22.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Finally a chance to blog after so long. Been really really busy with work. and by the time i reach home, i'm deadbeat. well, what can i say, its been almost a month since i started internship. been Ok i guess... Downsides of internships are inevitable. well, well... some staffs are not exactly friendly. i seriously dont know whats wrong with them. ok, to be fair, just 2 or 3 of them... but, that's bad enough. i dont know, they seem to have some attitude problems. i witnessed a few times already. Like when they receive documents to be done, they would display why-pass-to -me kind of expression. not only that, they complain out loud. i'm so dead serious. so unprofessional. it's my first in coming across such weird behaviours. And not to mention, most of the staffs, especially in the finance department eat in EVERYDAY. mind you, its EVERYDAY. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I'm just astonished by the culture. I'm fine... getting used to it. Adapt. Thats the key i suppose. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;By right, i have a designated seat. But because of space constraint and the fact that finance department wants to be 'together' as far as possible, it has turned out to be that i'll fill the places of fellow staffs who are on leave or on MC. To be honest, i dont like it at all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Very Interesting Culture indeed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;10 more weeks left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Aside from&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;that, Life sometimes sets me on the thinking track. I feel confused to certain perspective. What i used to perceive is no longer there. Its just, maybe situations are different now. People change. Sometimes things dont have to turn out the way things are if creases are ironed out. Maybe its emotional attachment. Maybe its jealousy. maybe its the thought of escaping from reality. Whats left is just an outline. An outline of everything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Generosity. Is it ever coming out sincere? Is it ever taken graciously?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30264002-1248488632610932464?l=pukka-junkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pukka-junkies.blogspot.com/feeds/1248488632610932464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30264002&amp;postID=1248488632610932464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30264002/posts/default/1248488632610932464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30264002/posts/default/1248488632610932464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pukka-junkies.blogspot.com/2007/06/finally-chance-to-blog-after-so-long.html' title=''/><author><name>junkies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01696194999206904307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30264002.post-1039971396872756120</id><published>2007-05-28T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T22:17:02.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Exams are over and now, internship starts. Well, enjoyed my day on the whole. Was kept busy and yea, i enjoy doing the stuffs delegated. I'm so glad that my finance manager, the person i report to, actually put in the effort to draft out the plan for my stay. So all in all, i'll be exposed to the different aspects of the finance department and there will be more hands-one, more real-life scenario. I'll be touring the island and in addition, be stationed near the counter for an afternoon to see how the transactions actually works- Point of sale. I'll also be going around the golf club to see how the financial chain actually works. Sounds fun. Oh, and there's Barclays Open coming up too. I like the fact that my finance manager actually differentiates between an intern and a temp. staff. It was put straight from the start to me that as an intern, she will teach me as much as possible. I like that. ((=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30264002-1039971396872756120?l=pukka-junkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pukka-junkies.blogspot.com/feeds/1039971396872756120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30264002&amp;postID=1039971396872756120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30264002/posts/default/1039971396872756120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30264002/posts/default/1039971396872756120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pukka-junkies.blogspot.com/2007/05/exams-are-over-and-now-internship.html' title=''/><author><name>junkies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01696194999206904307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30264002.post-4280193779585611064</id><published>2007-05-11T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T23:35:29.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;The moment one gives close attention to anything, even a blade of grass, it becomes a mysterious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;, awesome, indescribably magnificent world&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;in itself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Henry Miller&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30264002-4280193779585611064?l=pukka-junkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pukka-junkies.blogspot.com/feeds/4280193779585611064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30264002&amp;postID=4280193779585611064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30264002/posts/default/4280193779585611064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30264002/posts/default/4280193779585611064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pukka-junkies.blogspot.com/2007/05/moment-one-gives-close-attention-to.html' title=''/><author><name>junkies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01696194999206904307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30264002.post-481473386689952986</id><published>2007-04-29T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T00:04:06.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Without a rich heart, wealth is an ugly beggar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wisdomquotes.com/002516.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ralph Waldo Emerson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30264002-481473386689952986?l=pukka-junkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pukka-junkies.blogspot.com/feeds/481473386689952986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30264002&amp;postID=481473386689952986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30264002/posts/default/481473386689952986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30264002/posts/default/481473386689952986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pukka-junkies.blogspot.com/2007/04/without-rich-heart-wealth-is-ugly.html' title=''/><author><name>junkies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01696194999206904307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30264002.post-971254112369074526</id><published>2007-04-11T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T00:10:15.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;I am supposed to be asleep by now. The pinch came down just as i was about to end my day. Perhaps i've become insensitive nowadays. Taking too many things for granted. Maybe i'm just too pampered, to used to having things done through what i deem is right. My own, my perspective, me. Selfish. I hate it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;I'm really really sorry for all the hurt that i've caused. I really regret it. I know i've been really horrible. I know. I know i shouldn't have acted that way. I know i shouldn't have. Time and again, all everyone of you did was to embrace me in all ways possible. You guys are awesome. What more can i ask for? Seriously. I'm really am truly grateful for all the love showered on me. I really am. *sincere and honest*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;I know i should help out more. I know i should. I really deserve to be whacked good and proper. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;I must admit that sometimes certain stuffs that you do or say annoys me. I feel really irritated. Especially over trivial matters. I cannot comprehend certain ways of dealing with situations. I just dont like it. I thought maybe, perhaps... you could have done it better, or things would have turned out better if you had better assessed it. But then again, i have to understand that everyone's tired after a day's of events. I have to understand. I need to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;I know that sometimes whatever that I say is insensitive. Whatever that i say irritates. Whatever that comes out is rather upsetting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;I sincerely apologise. I truly am so sorry. I really am. I hope i still am what i am to you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;I will improve. I must, and i need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Maybe that's the reason for feeling empty even when i have what i want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Serve me right for being selfish. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Its not always about me. Everyone counts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;I love you guys. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;and...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;I'm sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30264002-971254112369074526?l=pukka-junkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pukka-junkies.blogspot.com/feeds/971254112369074526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30264002&amp;postID=971254112369074526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30264002/posts/default/971254112369074526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30264002/posts/default/971254112369074526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pukka-junkies.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-am-supposed-to-be-asleep-by-now.html' title=''/><author><name>junkies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01696194999206904307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30264002.post-381280965172129126</id><published>2007-04-04T18:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T18:42:02.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;At long last, i manage to get the coloured streaks of hair from previous dyes out. All thanks to Darren. ((=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I'm so freaking tired. Like, sleep is all i need. Still glued to my favourite show though. Geez. Well, what can i say... i never miss a single episode of simple life on cable. Loves it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Tomorrow's another full day at school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Feelings can grow, but it can fade away too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Gees.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30264002-381280965172129126?l=pukka-junkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pukka-junkies.blogspot.com/feeds/381280965172129126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30264002&amp;postID=381280965172129126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30264002/posts/default/381280965172129126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30264002/posts/default/381280965172129126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pukka-junkies.blogspot.com/2007/04/at-long-last-i-manage-to-get-coloured.html' title=''/><author><name>junkies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01696194999206904307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30264002.post-8825762712746220380</id><published>2007-03-24T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T00:13:01.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Here are the 6 things... that i've been tagged to blog. ((=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Perhaps its not known to all... its something new you find in me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;1. I love Paris Hilton. Never miss a single episode of the Simple Life. Loves it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;2. I tend to sleep side ways, covering my ears with a pillow. Weird habit. But hey its comfy! hahs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;3. I dislike maggi noodles to the core. Never did like it. I feel like i dont know what the hell am i eating... Something foreign. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;4. I can cook and bake. hahs. Really. whooping up a soup, 3 dishes and rice is not a problem at  all...  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;5. I love to sing and dance. Always sing out loud at home, in the bathroom. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;6. I can repeat a song i really like for umpteen times. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;done... easily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;((=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30264002-8825762712746220380?l=pukka-junkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pukka-junkies.blogspot.com/feeds/8825762712746220380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30264002&amp;postID=8825762712746220380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30264002/posts/default/8825762712746220380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30264002/posts/default/8825762712746220380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pukka-junkies.blogspot.com/2007/03/here-are-6-things.html' title=''/><author><name>junkies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01696194999206904307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30264002.post-5279891960106518659</id><published>2007-03-15T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T00:03:57.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;everyone's busy. everyone is. some with exams, others with projects. what can i say? I've always pictured a different outlook of how everyday should be meaningfully spent. Like having breakfast in the morning, perhaps having some dim sum if not then for the ususal potato salad served at starbucks. Afterwhich, to spend the afternoon reading novels at the heart of orchard road, say at spinelli, sipping away mango T twist. Maybe then, catch a nice movie and then enjoy fine dining for dinner. I really wonder who else in this world, except for the rich and famous have such great privilege?... I wonder if there's more to life besides working, studying and shopping. Some may devote time to help out at charitable organisations, while others are busy with attaining goals in life. I yearn for the green of New Zealand. Picturing a cottage that oversees the hills, where flowers bloom in a myrid of colours... There and then with a cosy coffee table out in the pastures, sipping away earl grey while reading away. Thats the perfect way to enjoy summer.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I cannot imagine how one waste life by intoxicating oneself with voluminous amount of alcohol content. I can never, never comprehend that. Flooding down pints after pints, i wonder if ever these youngsters feel really high, or just plain numb. Indifferent to whichever drink that they glup down next. Is that really something to be proud of? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I have my doubts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I'd still prefer a place with no  distraction, coming close to mother nature. such a beautiful and relaxing sight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30264002-5279891960106518659?l=pukka-junkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pukka-junkies.blogspot.com/feeds/5279891960106518659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30264002&amp;postID=5279891960106518659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30264002/posts/default/5279891960106518659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30264002/posts/default/5279891960106518659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pukka-junkies.blogspot.com/2007/03/everyones-busy.html' title=''/><author><name>junkies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01696194999206904307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30264002.post-2129500022906821853</id><published>2007-03-08T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T20:43:03.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;mood's running low. don't ask me why, i simply can't answer why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;   Just Why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30264002-2129500022906821853?l=pukka-junkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pukka-junkies.blogspot.com/feeds/2129500022906821853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30264002&amp;postID=2129500022906821853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30264002/posts/default/2129500022906821853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30264002/posts/default/2129500022906821853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pukka-junkies.blogspot.com/2007/03/moods-running-low.html' title=''/><author><name>junkies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01696194999206904307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30264002.post-1776952760053838558</id><published>2007-02-28T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T21:33:41.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;I'm so not over and done with all the meanies in me... Its exploding within. Its just &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ANNOYING&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;I just realised that some of &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;THESE&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;people are just so self-centered. Its always about themselves. Nothing else. They only do things that benefit themselves. They don't care if their actions are at the expense of others. So long as they get what they think its good for them, its worth the trouble, its worth their effort. Anything more, anything besides that, its just a plain no-go. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Who then is the meanie. Me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;*BLEAh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;They come, they make use, they try all ways and means to gain the upper-hand. That seriously suck big time man. That's the most childish way a grown-up could ever possibly behave. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Being insistent in getting what is desired sometimes isn't too good afterall...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;They come, they ask about you, they show that they care when in fact, all these good-for-nothing acts spells the word &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ENTERTAINING&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;such hypocrite. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;So, perhaps this is what the real world really looks like. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;scary how these world is (not surprising anymore) filled with some of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;THESE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;The phrase my parents used to say- Life is not always a bed of roses. Sometimes on the way, you'll be pricked. How you deal with the wounds would reflect on the manner of recovery. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;True, very true indeed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;*******************************************************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Came across this lyrics... Hurt-Christina Aguilera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Seems like it was yesterday when I saw your face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;You told me how proud you were but I walked away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;If only I knew what I know today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I would hold you in my arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I would take the pain away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Thank you for all you've done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Forgive all your mistakes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;There's nothing I wouldn't do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;To hear your voice again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Sometimes I want to call you but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I know you won't be there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I'm sorry for blaming you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;For everything I just couldn't do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;And I've hurt myself by hating you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Somedays I feel broke inside but I won't admit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Sometimes I just want to hide 'cause it's you I miss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;You know it's so hard to say goodbye when it comes to this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Would you tell me I was wrong? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Would you help me understand?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Are you looking down upon me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Are you proud of who I am?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;There's nothing I wouldn't do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;To have just one more chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;To look into your eyes and see you looking back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I'm sorry for blaming you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;For everything &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I just couldn't do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;And I've hurt myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;If I had just one more day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I would tell you how much thatI've missed you since you've been away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Oh, it's dangerous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;So I'm afraid to try and turn back time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I'm sorry for blaming you for everything &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I just couldn't do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;And I've hurt myself By hurting you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;It just serve as a reminder to treasure everyone you love, never be afraid to show how much you love them. I always do tell my siblings how much i love them. My parents too. Life is full of uncertainty. You don't know what's going to happen tomorrow. I just know i don't want to wait till its too late. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30264002-1776952760053838558?l=pukka-junkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pukka-junkies.blogspot.com/feeds/1776952760053838558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30264002&amp;postID=1776952760053838558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30264002/posts/default/1776952760053838558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30264002/posts/default/1776952760053838558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pukka-junkies.blogspot.com/2007/02/im-so-not-over-and-done-with-all.html' title=''/><author><name>junkies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01696194999206904307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30264002.post-5658471820719367279</id><published>2007-02-24T02:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T02:54:03.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Funny how some people can be so downgrading. I may appear to be very mean in penning this down, but trust me, for the 1st time in my life, i actually met the 1st of this kind. In almost 21 years of my life, that is... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I don't quite like the idea of being too thrifty. I don't quite like the idea of sprouting a bunch of rubbish at the wrong time, at the wrong place. I don't quite like the idea of searching only in times of need. I don't quite like the idea of being pollusive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Its just not in my world. Not now, never.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I'm just starting to feel perplexed at some of the things some people do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I'm not used to it. And i will not be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Don't get me wrong. It's not that i don't accept them. I do accept them. Just that i would not get close. Its not that i dont try understanding them. I tried. I just can't. I simply can't. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Its just annoying sometimes. Things that weren't meant to be spoken is spelled out. If its meant to be a joke, then i'm really sorry, i'll have to pass. Its just a joke gone wrong. A joke gone really bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;You can say that maybe i'm not acustomed to it. Whatever then. I'm just the way i am. I may sound really stubborn right now, but if you really understood where this is coming from, good for you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I wonder what they do and show actually reflect the same up in their brains.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I wonder how on earth do they behave the way they do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I wonder just why they are just the way they are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I wonder if they ever question themselves if what they perceive is right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I wonder if they ever listen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;i wonder just how do they manage to sleep from night to night without feeling disgusted by some of their own actions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I wonder if they ever feel ashamed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I wonder if they ever see things from a differnt perspective.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;It's just different from the world i live in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;All these may come down a little too harsh, but its just... i feel disgusted at times. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;No, i don't despise neither do i look down upon them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I just wonder why. I'm just curious. could it be the different upbringings that causes the vast difference in lifestyle and thinking?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I wonder...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30264002-5658471820719367279?l=pukka-junkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pukka-junkies.blogspot.com/feeds/5658471820719367279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30264002&amp;postID=5658471820719367279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30264002/posts/default/5658471820719367279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30264002/posts/default/5658471820719367279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pukka-junkies.blogspot.com/2007/02/funny-how-some-people-can-be-so.html' title=''/><author><name>junkies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01696194999206904307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30264002.post-6564647114023109980</id><published>2007-02-21T19:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T19:37:36.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Bangkok has got so much shopping to offer. Had so much fun over there! Loves it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;The food was FANTASTIC. Shopping was GOOD. Everything is just amazing. Time, again and again, is the only factor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Stayed at the beautiful Baiyoke Sky hotel that serves inter-continental buffet breakfast at the 76th storey. Breakfast everyday is just perfect. Oversee the skyline of Bangkok while dining away. The room, my goodness, is so super big. There is like 1 bathtub plus 1 shower room. There is also a living room. Like a suite. Simply one of the best hotels i've ever stayed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;So all in all, combed Pratunam, Chaktuchak, Chinatown, Siam Paragon, Siam square, Ma boon Krong, Suam Lum. There was this BIG Ferris wheel over at suan lum, that offers fantastic view. 3 of us-pauline, kelvin and I went for the ride round the Ferris wheel. The ticket is just so low-priced, its really worth it. 100 baht per head, which is like around SGD$4? The view, is simply breath-taking. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Plus the massages, Goodness. Its just Heaven. Had massages over there for all the days i've stayed in Bangkok. Its just so relaxing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;The taxi ride to Suan Lum reminds me of the taxi-man. Quite a young chap, very humourous. The conversation was like:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Taximan: Singapore good?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;We: good. you go. See see look look. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Taximan: no money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;We: Bangkok good?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Taximan: NO good. Traffic jam. NO good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;We: Today Monday. No wear yellow? (The King is born on a Monday. So its like a culture for most Thais to wear yellow on Mondays)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Taximan: NO yellow. I no like Yellow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;We: hahas. No yellow? You no like King?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Taximan: I love king. I no like Yellow. not my style.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;We: steady lah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;The whole ride was just so interesting. Really. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I miss Bangkok. Not enough Time... haven't bought enough stuffs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;But then again, i should be contented. Just be happy with what i have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30264002-6564647114023109980?l=pukka-junkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pukka-junkies.blogspot.com/feeds/6564647114023109980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30264002&amp;postID=6564647114023109980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30264002/posts/default/6564647114023109980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30264002/posts/default/6564647114023109980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pukka-junkies.blogspot.com/2007/02/bangkok-has-got-so-much-shopping-to.html' title=''/><author><name>junkies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01696194999206904307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30264002.post-4300857734792589989</id><published>2007-02-15T00:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T00:57:11.927+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Just why are there so much of emo-ing these few days? All coming from different directions, different corners. People around me. Gosh. Just ended a 1.5hr emo-ing session. Been listening real hard. Not that i don't welcome the call but the topic just revolves round and round, with almost no end to it. (Despite much sharing and thoughts being thrown in) Being nice and all, i didnt want to be rude. Its just, perhaps too much. Been trying to keep awake. Been trying real hard. Now that the conversation finally ended, i'm feeling a little hungry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Its like 1 am right now?... I seldom sleep this late. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;I miss my sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30264002-4300857734792589989?l=pukka-junkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pukka-junkies.blogspot.com/feeds/4300857734792589989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30264002&amp;postID=4300857734792589989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30264002/posts/default/4300857734792589989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30264002/posts/default/4300857734792589989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pukka-junkies.blogspot.com/2007/02/just-why-are-there-so-much-of-emo-ing.html' title=''/><author><name>junkies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01696194999206904307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30264002.post-3782134126741688113</id><published>2007-02-14T00:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T10:23:48.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;The verdict is out. I guess i'm wrong. Perhaps its all not meant to be. So be it. Life still goes on. There is nothing to feel sad about, or to be bothered by it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Letting it go, quietly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Everything's out. everything's written, on solid ground it stands. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;History has been written.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'M DISGUSTED, anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30264002-3782134126741688113?l=pukka-junkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pukka-junkies.blogspot.com/feeds/3782134126741688113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30264002&amp;postID=3782134126741688113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30264002/posts/default/3782134126741688113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30264002/posts/default/3782134126741688113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pukka-junkies.blogspot.com/2007/02/verdict-is-out.html' title=''/><author><name>junkies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01696194999206904307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30264002.post-117092282792672063</id><published>2007-02-08T15:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T16:20:27.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Cousin's flying off to Perth tomorrowfor study. Well, all the best and have a safe trip there. Not going to send him off tomorrow, though i might well see him 3 years later. Having lecture the whole day tomorrow. My parents are going to see him tonight. I wouldn't be going, i have tuition this evening. And my lecture starts early the next morning. Well, yes. Then again, i'm not quite close to my cousin. So, that explains.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Next week is&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;coming on fast as well. With Valentine's day just round the corner, it just means my scheduled flight is drawing near. So near. My relatives are also flying overseas during the feastive season. To India. Seems like everyone's travelling more often nowadays. Just back from the states, they are off to India soon and then come april, they are off to thailand. As for us, Korea would be the next destination after Thailand this year. Probably around June? It depends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Its just amazing how Singaporeans choke up all flights during feastive seasons especially. All flights&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FULLY BOOKED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;. even 2-3 months before. Not surprising, the scheduled flight was selling fast when my dad booked 3&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;months back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30264002-117092282792672063?l=pukka-junkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pukka-junkies.blogspot.com/feeds/117092282792672063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30264002&amp;postID=117092282792672063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30264002/posts/default/117092282792672063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30264002/posts/default/117092282792672063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pukka-junkies.blogspot.com/2007/02/cousins-flying-off-to-perth.html' title=''/><author><name>junkies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01696194999206904307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30264002.post-117085165171732840</id><published>2007-02-07T20:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T20:34:11.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Each family has got its own set of problems. That, i'll have to agree fully. Its like, i don't know... Sometimes, when things go rough, the feelings just suck big time. I don't know if there is a communication breakdown or something of that sort but somehow or other, its just getting me bugged. I'm not quite sure of the idea as to whether couples do get "enough" of each other, they want to have a space of their own. At least, i see that happening to my parents now. Don't know what's wrong with them both. Seriously. I'd just hope the weather clears for the better. Just don't know what the hell is wrong. Its like, they are not quarrelling (which is good) but on the other hand, they are not talking like the way they used to do. Its only when necessary. I'm just so bugged.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Ok, just as i'm blogging right now, both of them just left house. To buy stuffs, so to speak. Am i just being overly sensitive? I hope i am, but actions do speak louder than words.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Right, enough of them. I really hope things do work out well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;So, its going to be another 10 days before my flight to Bangkok. Chinese new year on foreign soil. That would be an experience. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30264002-117085165171732840?l=pukka-junkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pukka-junkies.blogspot.com/feeds/117085165171732840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30264002&amp;postID=117085165171732840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30264002/posts/default/117085165171732840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30264002/posts/default/117085165171732840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pukka-junkies.blogspot.com/2007/02/each-family-has-got-its-own-set-of.html' title=''/><author><name>junkies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01696194999206904307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30264002.post-117060685598013002</id><published>2007-02-05T00:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T00:34:16.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;i might just be wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;i might just be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;i'll wait and see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30264002-117060685598013002?l=pukka-junkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pukka-junkies.blogspot.com/feeds/117060685598013002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30264002&amp;postID=117060685598013002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30264002/posts/default/117060685598013002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30264002/posts/default/117060685598013002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pukka-junkies.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-might-just-be-wrong.html' title=''/><author><name>junkies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01696194999206904307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30264002.post-117042891162876773</id><published>2007-02-02T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T23:08:31.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Patience is virtue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30264002-117042891162876773?l=pukka-junkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pukka-junkies.blogspot.com/feeds/117042891162876773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30264002&amp;postID=117042891162876773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30264002/posts/default/117042891162876773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30264002/posts/default/117042891162876773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pukka-junkies.blogspot.com/2007/02/patience-is-virtue.html' title=''/><author><name>junkies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01696194999206904307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30264002.post-117022679449532871</id><published>2007-01-31T14:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T14:59:54.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Feeling shock and devastated. My schoolmate committed suicide. I feel really, really sorry for her and i just can't bring myself to come to terms with her passing. I still remember, back in school, we would smile and say Hi to one another. I remembered the times when i joked around with her. I remembered how she used to smile. The news came in abrupt. I knew she was suffering from stress and anxiety. But i also knew she was recovering. I thought all was looking well for her. I thought maybe, in due course, she would regain strength and recover fully. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I couldn't really sleep well last night. I prayed that her soul would find peace, and that her parents would find comfort in all other ways possible. Its really a difficult phase especially for her parents, when she's the only precious child. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i feel the pinch. i just lost a friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30264002-117022679449532871?l=pukka-junkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pukka-junkies.blogspot.com/feeds/117022679449532871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30264002&amp;postID=117022679449532871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30264002/posts/default/117022679449532871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30264002/posts/default/117022679449532871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pukka-junkies.blogspot.com/2007/01/feeling-shock-and-devastated.html' title=''/><author><name>junkies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01696194999206904307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30264002.post-116973872995338863</id><published>2007-01-25T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T23:25:30.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;finally got my long-overdued pay. Finally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30264002-116973872995338863?l=pukka-junkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pukka-junkies.blogspot.com/feeds/116973872995338863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30264002&amp;postID=116973872995338863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30264002/posts/default/116973872995338863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30264002/posts/default/116973872995338863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pukka-junkies.blogspot.com/2007/01/finally-got-my-long-overdued-pay.html' title=''/><author><name>junkies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01696194999206904307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30264002.post-116930488188188462</id><published>2007-01-20T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T22:54:41.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Attraction, and the thoughts continued like there's no end to it. Though there's only a common class, hope remains high that we're side by side. Deep and sophisticated, unsure of what to expect. Certainly impressed with the amount of knowledge. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Every conversation yearns to be longer. Every minute longs to be slower. Someting special caught my eyes. Something really special. Is it not the same across? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Now that the classes are ending... is it just a little too late? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Its all about the right thing to say at the right time. Putting it across is just difficult. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;I'm reluctant to lose.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;I know i just have so much to give. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30264002-116930488188188462?l=pukka-junkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pukka-junkies.blogspot.com/feeds/116930488188188462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30264002&amp;postID=116930488188188462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30264002/posts/default/116930488188188462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30264002/posts/default/116930488188188462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pukka-junkies.blogspot.com/2007/01/attraction-and-thoughts-continued-like.html' title=''/><author><name>junkies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01696194999206904307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30264002.post-116919852870975262</id><published>2007-01-19T17:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T21:29:39.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Absence makes the heart grow fonder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;I'm seriously considering if i should continue with my tuition kid. I'm just so un-motivated , given the amount i'm paid. 240 bucks every 8 lessons for english, maths and science for a sec 1. ANd the worst is, its twice a week, 1.5 hrs each time. I think i'm underpaid. WAY underpaid. =( NO motivation at all. To think that i helped her scored an A* for science and A for english for PSLE. (back then, i teach only 2 subjects for 180 bucks every 8 lessons) Darn. I think i'm better off not teaching. or maybe, get another tuition assignment which pays better than the current one. really. I just dread the thought of tuition right now. I DREAD it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus. my payment is always delayed. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just grief for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30264002-116919852870975262?l=pukka-junkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pukka-junkies.blogspot.com/feeds/116919852870975262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30264002&amp;postID=116919852870975262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30264002/posts/default/116919852870975262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30264002/posts/default/116919852870975262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pukka-junkies.blogspot.com/2007/01/absence-makes-heart-grow-fonder_19.html' title=''/><author><name>junkies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01696194999206904307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30264002.post-116806503004550603</id><published>2007-01-06T14:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T14:30:30.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Been to Malacca and KL recently, during the christmas break.  Had a great time over there. =) Food's good. Hotel's good. Everything is just fantastic. Heading to KL is actually a last minute decision so we didnt book any hotel rooms beforehand. But Thankfully, when we reached KL on christmas eve, we found ourselves easily 2 deluxe room at a 5 star hotel, under the Marriot wing. We are so Lucky. Getting around poses no problems at all. We took a map from the hotel and yup, basically just drove around. Went to so many different places to start off with. The 4 days 3 nights at Malaysia is well spent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I'm just looking forward to my next trip during the chinese new year, to bangkok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Afterwhich, i will either be going away in June or December to either Korea or Japan. And not forgetting, i want to spend my 21st birthday overseas. Taiwan, Hong KOng Bangkok... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30264002-116806503004550603?l=pukka-junkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pukka-junkies.blogspot.com/feeds/116806503004550603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30264002&amp;postID=116806503004550603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30264002/posts/default/116806503004550603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30264002/posts/default/116806503004550603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pukka-junkies.blogspot.com/2007/01/been-to-malacca-and-kl-recently-during.html' title=''/><author><name>junkies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01696194999206904307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30264002.post-116662622036957062</id><published>2006-12-20T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T22:50:20.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Interesting FACTS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;*In Athens, Greece, a driver's license can be taken away by law if the driver is deemed either unbathed or poorly dressed.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;*In its ancient form, the carrot was purple, not orange. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;*Racehorses can wear out new horse shoes in one race.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;*Real diamonds can be made from peanut butter! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;*Most car horns honk in the key of 'F'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;*Honolulu is the only place in the United States that has a royal palace. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;*A frog can't empty its stomach by vomitting. To empty its stomach contents, a frog throws up it's stomach first, so the stomach is dangling out of it's mouth. Then the frog uses its forearms to dig out all of the stomach's contents and then swallows the stomach back down again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;*All the swans in England are property of the Queen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;*It is illegal for tourists to enter Mexico with more than 2 CD's! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;*The average human body contains enough fat to make seven bars of soap. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;*Mosquitoes are attracted to the color blue twice as much as any other color. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;*According to studies, men change their minds two to three times more often than women. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;*The best recorded distance for projectile vomiting is 27 feet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;*All clams start out as males; some decide to become females at some point in their lives. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;*Coffee beans aren't beans - they're fruit pits. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;*Only 1 person in 2 billion will live to be 116. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;*Sound at the right vibration can bore holes through a solid object. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;*A rainbow can only be seen in the morning or late afternoon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;*There are 635,013,559,599 possible hands in a game of bridge. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;*Goldfish lose their color if they are kept in dim light or are placed in a body of running water, such as a stream. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;*If you put a raisin in a fresh glass of champagne, it will rise and fall continuously. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;*Elephants are the only animals that can't jump. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;*Each day, up to 150 species of life become extinct. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;*The right lung takes in more air than the left. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;HOOKED ON FACTS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30264002-116662622036957062?l=pukka-junkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pukka-junkies.blogspot.com/feeds/116662622036957062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30264002&amp;postID=116662622036957062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30264002/posts/default/116662622036957062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30264002/posts/default/116662622036957062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pukka-junkies.blogspot.com/2006/12/interesting-facts.html' title=''/><author><name>junkies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01696194999206904307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30264002.post-116652562307573867</id><published>2006-12-19T18:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T18:53:43.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I've learned ...That you cannot make someone love you. All you can do is be someone who can be loved ...The rest is up to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned ...That no matter how much I care .....Some people just don't care back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned ...That it takes years to build up trust .....And only seconds to destroy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned ...That it's not what you have in your life ...But who you have in your life that counts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned ...That you can get by on charm For about fifteen minutes ...After that, you'd better know something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned ...That you shouldn't compare yourself To the best others can do ...But to the best you can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned ...That it's not what happens To people that's important ... It's what they do about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned ...That you can do something in an instant ...That will give you heartache for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned ...That no matter how thin you slice it .....There are always two sides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned ...That it's taking me a long time .....To become the person I want to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned ...That it's a lot easier to react .....Than it is to think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned ...That you should always leave loved ones With loving words ...It may be the last time you see them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned ...That you can keep going Long after you think you can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned ...That we are responsible for what we do .....No matter how we feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned ...That either you control your attitude .....Or it controls you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned ...That regardless of how hot and steamy A relationship is at first ...The passion fades and there had better Be something else to take its place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned ...That heroes are the people Who do what has to be done When it needs to be done ...Regardless of the consequences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned ...That learning to forgive takes practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned ...That there are people who love you dearly ...But just don't know how to show it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned ...That money is a lousy way of keeping score.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned ...That my best friend and I can do anything ...Or nothing and have the best time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned ...That sometimes the people you expect To kick you when you're down ...Will be the ones to help you get back up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned ...That sometimes when I'm angry I have the right to be angry ...But that doesn't give me the right to be cruel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned ...That true friendship continues to grow,Even over the longest distance ...Same goes for true love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned ...That maturity has more to do with What types of experiences you've had And what you've learned from them .....And less to do with how many Birthdays you've celebrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned ...That you should never tell a child Their dreams are unlikely or outlandish.Few things are more humiliating, and What a tragedy it would be if they believed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned ...That your family won't always be there for you.It may seem funny ... But people you aren't related to can take care of you And love you and teach you to trust people again.Families aren't biological.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned ...That no matter how good a friend is,They're going to hurt you every once in a while ...And you must forgive them for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned ...That it isn't always enough to be forgiven by others.Sometimes you have to learn to forgive yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned ...That no matter how bad your heart is broken ...The world doesn't stop for your grief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned ...That our background and circumstances May have influenced who we are ...But we are responsible for who we become.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned ...That just because two people argue,It doesn't mean they don't love each other ...And just because they don't argue,It doesn't mean they do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned ...That sometimes you have to put The individual ahead of their actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned ...That we don't have to change friends .....If we understand that friends change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned ...That you shouldn't be so eager To find out a secret ...It could change your life forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned ...That two people can look at the exact same thing ...and see something totally different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned ...That no matter how you try to protect your children, They will still eventually get hurt ...And you will hurt in the process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned ...That no matter the consequences,Those who are honest with themselves ...Get farther in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned ...That your life can be changed in a matter of hours By people who don't even know you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned ...That even when you think you have no more to give,When a friend cries out to you ...You will find the strength to help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned ...That writing, as well as talking .....Can ease emotional pains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned ...That credentials on the wall ....Do not make you a decent human being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned ...That the people you care most about in life ...Are taken from you too soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned ...That it's hard to determine where to draw the line between being nice and not hurting people's feelings .....And standing up for what you believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Kathy Kane Hansen ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30264002-116652562307573867?l=pukka-junkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pukka-junkies.blogspot.com/feeds/116652562307573867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30264002&amp;postID=116652562307573867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30264002/posts/default/116652562307573867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30264002/posts/default/116652562307573867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pukka-junkies.blogspot.com/2006/12/ive-learned.html' title=''/><author><name>junkies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01696194999206904307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30264002.post-116591782986234972</id><published>2006-12-12T17:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T18:03:49.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;This week is goiong to be one of the hectic week. Having CF make-up lecture from 6-9pm. I'm gonna be so dead by then. Following morning, as usual, its lecture at 9 and stretches all the way to 430pm. Great. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;paco's good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;dexter's good too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;=) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Justin's horrible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;and im so serious about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30264002-116591782986234972?l=pukka-junkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pukka-junkies.blogspot.com/feeds/116591782986234972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30264002&amp;postID=116591782986234972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30264002/posts/default/116591782986234972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30264002/posts/default/116591782986234972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pukka-junkies.blogspot.com/2006/12/this-week-is-goiong-to-be-one-of.html' title=''/><author><name>junkies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01696194999206904307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30264002.post-116468179863340457</id><published>2006-11-28T10:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T10:43:18.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;A revelation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30264002-116468179863340457?l=pukka-junkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pukka-junkies.blogspot.com/feeds/116468179863340457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30264002&amp;postID=116468179863340457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30264002/posts/default/116468179863340457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30264002/posts/default/116468179863340457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pukka-junkies.blogspot.com/2006/11/revelation.html' title=''/><author><name>junkies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01696194999206904307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30264002.post-116375810975708879</id><published>2006-11-17T17:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T18:08:29.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Its the end of another week. so fast. time flies. Just handed in my IBM essay today. Handed in Macro assignment yesterday. Been busy. The whole week. Caught a movie with Val - step up. the movie is just so cool. The lead actor especially. The same guy who acted in 'She's the man'. Anyway, he got me mesmerised. =)  Awesome movie. 5 popcorns. hahahs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;congratulations! and celebration! da-dah.. ta-tar.. ta-dah.. dur-dah.. ta-dah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;=)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30264002-116375810975708879?l=pukka-junkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pukka-junkies.blogspot.com/feeds/116375810975708879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30264002&amp;postID=116375810975708879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30264002/posts/default/116375810975708879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30264002/posts/default/116375810975708879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pukka-junkies.blogspot.com/2006/11/its-end-of-another-week.html' title=''/><author><name>junkies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01696194999206904307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30264002.post-116243347762949033</id><published>2006-11-02T09:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T10:11:17.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;A week passes by so quickly. There is just so much to do in life. So much. I guess what everyone needs is the motivation to continue the drive in life. That's it. The boost of energy in finding the footing right. The momentum that makes one feel good even after a long and winding path.  =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30264002-116243347762949033?l=pukka-junkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pukka-junkies.blogspot.com/feeds/116243347762949033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30264002&amp;postID=116243347762949033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30264002/posts/default/116243347762949033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30264002/posts/default/116243347762949033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pukka-junkies.blogspot.com/2006/11/week-passes-by-so-quickly.html' title=''/><author><name>junkies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01696194999206904307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30264002.post-116220781826716272</id><published>2006-10-30T19:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T19:31:41.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Family of 3. Young. Charismatic husband. Gorgeous  wife. Beautiful daugther. Relaxed. Loving. Sipping coffee. Enjoying salads and chips at starbucks. Blessed. Beautiful sight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30264002-116220781826716272?l=pukka-junkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pukka-junkies.blogspot.com/feeds/116220781826716272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30264002&amp;postID=116220781826716272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30264002/posts/default/116220781826716272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30264002/posts/default/116220781826716272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pukka-junkies.blogspot.com/2006/10/family-of-3.html' title=''/><author><name>junkies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01696194999206904307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30264002.post-116185893516603905</id><published>2006-10-26T18:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T18:39:02.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Finally! The haze seems to be gone. Rejoice and enjoy every breath of haze-free air. Everything on the street seems more perky. People are now more active and surely, most are in better moods. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Went Vivocity on Monday and I was so wowed by the mall. Its has a tinge of those typical American mega mall and boy! it sure looks good. All the powerhouse labels... Armani exchange, GUESS, GAP etc. That's all so much to offer. It took me quite a while to navigate myself around the mall. And Yup, i bought a top from GAP. Loves it. The sizing is so different. I can't even fit into a size S. I need a size XS. American labels...American sizes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Then just yesterday, I watched Death note. So in love with the character "L". He simply has the charm that works well on females. I just can't help but to presume then, that the market will once again capitalize on the mechandise- producing the exact replica of "death note" to be sold worldwide. Of course, tapping on the fame and character of "Light" and "L" to increase sales and to gain publicity. There goes yet another phenomenon. The death note manga-turned movie craze. Death note, is really worthwhile watching. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Crap. My dad just played his Cha-Cha music. The music is not the kind i like and he has hence turned up the volume. It just serves to deliver headaches and ... I can't think properly already. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;hahahs. =) right. i'm just ending here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30264002-116185893516603905?l=pukka-junkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pukka-junkies.blogspot.com/feeds/116185893516603905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30264002&amp;postID=116185893516603905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30264002/posts/default/116185893516603905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30264002/posts/default/116185893516603905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pukka-junkies.blogspot.com/2006/10/finally-haze-seems-to-be-gone.html' title=''/><author><name>junkies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01696194999206904307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30264002.post-116109464128466905</id><published>2006-10-17T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T22:18:25.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;I'm so in love with Tennis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just so loving it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30264002-116109464128466905?l=pukka-junkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pukka-junkies.blogspot.com/feeds/116109464128466905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30264002&amp;postID=116109464128466905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30264002/posts/default/116109464128466905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30264002/posts/default/116109464128466905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pukka-junkies.blogspot.com/2006/10/im-so-in-love-with-tennis.html' title=''/><author><name>junkies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01696194999206904307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30264002.post-116056218576343699</id><published>2006-10-11T17:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T18:29:10.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;My head is so heavy... i feel it spinning. Big time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;I'm feeling just so under the weather. Deep down under.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;My ears are slightly blocked. My throat hurts. These are just the days where you simply feel lethargic. Not by choice-that goes without saying, of course! I'm just so moody. My mood swings. Temperamental. I can't hit the bed for as long as i want. Headaches will coming haunting me. Even so, as i am sober right now, my skull feels like its ripping off from my brain. I feel like i've been induced with some sort of current. Magnetic maybe. Whatever. This whole Virus is putting me down. I am held down. I try so hard to rebel and i'm still trying hard. Feels like a lousy day. Feels like a losing battle. The remedies are just taking too slow to work. Maybe i should just be patient. I just visited the professional. Yes. Its just me. Its just my mood now. I feel there is nothing to make me feel better. I feel like i'm just warming the seats. I feel like i'm rotting slowly, like how a predator devour its prey alive, as the Virus takes another cell within me. And the haze is just accelerating the process of what it seemed like a losing battle. At least for now, yes. That's the way it seems now. That's the way. My eyes seem like they are popping out anytime soon. The feeling is just horrible. But this is just for the moment. This i know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30264002-116056218576343699?l=pukka-junkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pukka-junkies.blogspot.com/feeds/116056218576343699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30264002&amp;postID=116056218576343699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30264002/posts/default/116056218576343699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30264002/posts/default/116056218576343699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pukka-junkies.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-head-is-so-heavy.html' title=''/><author><name>junkies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01696194999206904307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30264002.post-116048255009544731</id><published>2006-10-10T20:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T20:15:50.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;The haze is back again... after a couple of days of clear skies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;And i am down with a sore throat. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Bad weather. Yea, blame it on the weather. hahahs. Or perhaps its because my Australian's Yellow box honey has been used up?... anyway, guess these all contribute to the sore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;I'm not feeling well at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Not at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Period.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30264002-116048255009544731?l=pukka-junkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pukka-junkies.blogspot.com/feeds/116048255009544731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30264002&amp;postID=116048255009544731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30264002/posts/default/116048255009544731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30264002/posts/default/116048255009544731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pukka-junkies.blogspot.com/2006/10/haze-is-back-again.html' title=''/><author><name>junkies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01696194999206904307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30264002.post-116013607117622012</id><published>2006-10-06T19:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T20:02:50.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;It has been so hazy these few days. So hazy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Its been another busy day. A full day of lecture. Well, i didn't head home straight after lecture. I went shopping for groceries at cold storage over at Great World City. Bought my favourite Australian peaches for SGD4.40 each. expensive but Nice! Loves it. Then i headed for the snacks section... haven't snacked for a long long time... and i bought Kettle's New York Cheddar cheese Potato chips. I bought cheese slices too! I simply love shopping at cold storage. So all in all, i bought 3 items for a total of SGD22.70. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;OMG. i'm sounding so old!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;hahahs. hmmm... whatever. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30264002-116013607117622012?l=pukka-junkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pukka-junkies.blogspot.com/feeds/116013607117622012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30264002&amp;postID=116013607117622012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30264002/posts/default/116013607117622012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30264002/posts/default/116013607117622012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pukka-junkies.blogspot.com/2006/10/it-has-been-so-hazy-these-few-days.html' title=''/><author><name>junkies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01696194999206904307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30264002.post-115971251683327816</id><published>2006-10-01T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T22:24:53.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Weekend has been well spent. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Went out with Joyce yesterday and we had just so much to talk about. We laughed till we teared when we talked about the guy she went on a date with. HAHAHs... And her 1st impression of that guy was really horrible. As described while bursting into hysterical laughter, her date was totally a fashion disaster. Now, according to her, he was wearing a dirty orange crew neck t-shirt tucked tightly to his jeans, while carrying a harvest sack, plus shoes. Wahahahs... and she was like "OH, he suddenly asked if i brought an umbrella..." I mean, what the hell is wrong with this guy?... hahaha.... perhaps he's one who would bring extra plastic bags, oilment, lets see, hmmm.... bottles of water, umbrella, medical kit.... hahahahs... So funny lah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I was laughing like shit when she told me how horribly her date was. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Hey joyce, if you so happen to read this, hahahahs... Hmmm... maybe he's just wierd la huh... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Really enjoyed the catching up with Joyce. Always so bubbly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;And today, i met up with bing yao, chong long, gerald, marc, silvester, wei chiat and wei jie for lunch at new york new york. Chong long's and Marc's belated birthday lunch. And yes, in the end, since the rest of the girls can't make it, (as usual) i was the only girl who turned up. But it was alright. I'm perfectly fine with it. In any case, its not the 1st time... The others are just...so busy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;And then, we headed to cafe cartel to have coffee. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Nice oreo frappe! loves it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;This basically sums up my weekend highlights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;LOVES IT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30264002-115971251683327816?l=pukka-junkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pukka-junkies.blogspot.com/feeds/115971251683327816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30264002&amp;postID=115971251683327816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30264002/posts/default/115971251683327816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30264002/posts/default/115971251683327816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pukka-junkies.blogspot.com/2006/10/weekend-has-been-well-spent.html' title=''/><author><name>junkies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01696194999206904307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30264002.post-115945177871021204</id><published>2006-09-28T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T21:56:18.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Headed for tuition right after school today. Tiring of course! its from thursday to monday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;But i'm just telling myself, 1 more week left. So sick of tuition. Its has become more of a chore, so to speak. And yes, no more tuition for the time being after PSLE. *shakes head* Nope, definately no more tuition. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;So famished when i got home. Really.  I had my dinner like i've never eaten before?... it was really that pathetic. I lunch at noon today and all the way till when i reached home at 8pm, i didn't consume anything. Water only, if its to be considered. *Hungry me* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Thinking about tomorrow makes me feel how essential sleep is. *hahahs* the link?....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Well, tomorrow is a full day for me, starting from 9am in the morning (which means i have to crawl out out of bed by 6.45am-i never did got up punctually... *grin*) all the way to 5pm in the evening, with only 2 slots of 15mins break and 1 lunch break.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Then i had macroeconomics today and boy! there's so much to be absorbed all at 1 go... i guess thats the way things are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30264002-115945177871021204?l=pukka-junkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pukka-junkies.blogspot.com/feeds/115945177871021204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30264002&amp;postID=115945177871021204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30264002/posts/default/115945177871021204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30264002/posts/default/115945177871021204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pukka-junkies.blogspot.com/2006/09/headed-for-tuition-right-after-school.html' title=''/><author><name>junkies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01696194999206904307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30264002.post-115927194650388451</id><published>2006-09-26T19:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T19:59:06.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Tennis today has been fun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Nice weather to start with, followed by right moves...the feeling is just great. Can't wait to play a full game. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Well, tomorrow will be having an early class. Got to sleep really early... Tired from training. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I love my life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30264002-115927194650388451?l=pukka-junkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pukka-junkies.blogspot.com/feeds/115927194650388451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30264002&amp;postID=115927194650388451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30264002/posts/default/115927194650388451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30264002/posts/default/115927194650388451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pukka-junkies.blogspot.com/2006/09/tennis-today-has-been-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>junkies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01696194999206904307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30264002.post-115915248952079189</id><published>2006-09-25T10:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T10:48:09.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Yesterday was shopping around Paragon and yup, went to chill at Spinelli with my mum and sis. (Ladies outing yesterday) Mango-T twist is fantastically refreshing! Yummy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;We talked about lots of stuffs-our childhood, the growing up process, the future that lies ahead etc.. This gave me a new insight of parental love. Yup, i'm really thankful to have such a wonderful family. No matter what happens, i know my family will always stand by me. No doubts about it. Absolutely no doubts at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30264002-115915248952079189?l=pukka-junkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pukka-junkies.blogspot.com/feeds/115915248952079189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30264002&amp;postID=115915248952079189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30264002/posts/default/115915248952079189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30264002/posts/default/115915248952079189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pukka-junkies.blogspot.com/2006/09/yesterday-was-shopping-around-paragon.html' title=''/><author><name>junkies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01696194999206904307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30264002.post-115902105552285649</id><published>2006-09-23T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T22:17:35.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Yay! creative ZEN Neeon2... loves it. black based. loves it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Well,  just got my blouse that i ordered online...  Not what i expected though. =( Quality is super low and i can't believe i paid for such lousy quality. Guess i should stop patronising that online store. The 1st few times i ordered wasn't like that.. Quality was pretty good. This time round, MY GOODNESS. i can't believe the poor quality of clothes i'm getting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Headed to Marina Square to do some shopping... =) Popped by Spectacle Hut and i'm surprised to see Ryan there. (after such a long time... He's always not around when i so happen to be there.) Now, he has no reason to say that i didn't bother to say Hi... That time at P.S when i wasn't sure if i saw him. So he called up and he was like, "wah, see me also don't want to come by to say hi..." But really, I didn't know it was him. I thought it might have been someone else... Anyways... he was glad i popped by. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;This reminded me of another Ryan i met recently in school. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;So coincidental! I was actually waiting for the lift at level 4 when suddenly the door slide open and there stood Ryan. He saw me, gave me that " i recognise you" face and then didn't even bother to acknowledge my presence. WTH is wrong with him?....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;I mean seriously, if you were to see somebody whom you know, it is basic courtesy to smile or simply just give an acknowledgement. Some people are just so... so stuck-up. I know you are filthy rich but you don't have to act snobbish... Well, i don't see him with any friends... So i assume he might be a loner. If he is, serve him right for being such a poser with his own self-depicted meaning of being "COOL". Already i don't really have a good impression of him. Practically every time he opens his mouth, there goes a bunch of  vulgarities. (I really don't know what's up with that) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Anyway, i can't be bothered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;For this coming 2 weeks, tuition will be every thursday, friday, saturday, sunday and monday. I am beginning to dread it. For REAL... But thankfully, its only for this 2 weeks. Afterwhich, I'M DONE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30264002-115902105552285649?l=pukka-junkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pukka-junkies.blogspot.com/feeds/115902105552285649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30264002&amp;postID=115902105552285649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30264002/posts/default/115902105552285649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30264002/posts/default/115902105552285649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pukka-junkies.blogspot.com/2006/09/yay-creative-zen-neeon2.html' title=''/><author><name>junkies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01696194999206904307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30264002.post-115866963398101970</id><published>2006-09-19T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T20:40:34.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Family. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;" The fact is, there is no foundation, no secure ground, upon which people may stand today if it isn't the family. If you don't have the support and love and caring and concern that you get from a family, you don't have much at all. Love is so supremely important. As our great poet Auden said, 'Love each other or perish.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;'Love each other or perish' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;That is so true. Without love, we are birds with broken wings. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30264002-115866963398101970?l=pukka-junkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pukka-junkies.blogspot.com/feeds/115866963398101970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30264002&amp;postID=115866963398101970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30264002/posts/default/115866963398101970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30264002/posts/default/115866963398101970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pukka-junkies.blogspot.com/2006/09/family.html' title=''/><author><name>junkies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01696194999206904307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30264002.post-115839106075165497</id><published>2006-09-16T14:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T12:32:00.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;A whole new environment, a whole new experience. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I love where i am now. I simply love it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;School's in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Met up with my girlfriends yesterday. Miss them so much. Had a great deal of time with them. Carine has got her hair cut. Hui Yee trimmed hers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Well, seeing them makes me happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Loves the chat over coffee and cakes, so to speak. Hui Yee and I had hot cocoa and Carine, the usual green tea frap- i never, NEVER this those... hahahahs. Really. I don't like green tea frap. But YUp, Carine loves it... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Individual Preferences .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Well, today is exactly the first month of my grandma's passing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Just got back from the Mandai Columbarium where we laid her urn to rest. This closes the final chapter of grandma's story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Then we all went to Peach Garden over at Thompson (where the old, now defunctioned 'yao han' used to be) for lunch. Dim Sum is Fantastic. Peking Duck too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Not forgeting the dessert- mango sago pomelo with coconut and ice cream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;A total of 11 heads.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30264002-115839106075165497?l=pukka-junkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pukka-junkies.blogspot.com/feeds/115839106075165497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30264002&amp;postID=115839106075165497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30264002/posts/default/115839106075165497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30264002/posts/default/115839106075165497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pukka-junkies.blogspot.com/2006/09/whole-new-environment-whole-new.html' title=''/><author><name>junkies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01696194999206904307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30264002.post-115806654316760424</id><published>2006-09-12T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T21:09:03.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Accept what you are able to do and what you are not able to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Accept the past as past, without denying it or discarding it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Learn to forgive yourself and to forgive others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Don't assume that it's too late to get involved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;The most important thing in life is to learn how to give out love, and to let in come it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Let it come in. We think we don't deserve love, we think if we let it in we'll become too soft. But a wise man named Levine said it right. He said, " Love is the only rational act."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"Love is the only rational act"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30264002-115806654316760424?l=pukka-junkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pukka-junkies.blogspot.com/feeds/115806654316760424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30264002&amp;postID=115806654316760424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30264002/posts/default/115806654316760424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30264002/posts/default/115806654316760424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pukka-junkies.blogspot.com/2006/09/accept-what-you-are-able-to-do-and.html' title=''/><author><name>junkies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01696194999206904307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30264002.post-115797449066931009</id><published>2006-09-11T19:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T19:36:47.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;So many people walk around with a meaningless life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;They seem half-asleep, even when they're busy doing things they think are important. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;This is because they're chasing the wrong things. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;The way you get meaning into your life is to devote yourself to loving others, devote yourself to the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;community around you, and devote yourself to create something that gives you purpose and meaning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30264002-115797449066931009?l=pukka-junkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pukka-junkies.blogspot.com/feeds/115797449066931009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30264002&amp;postID=115797449066931009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30264002/posts/default/115797449066931009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30264002/posts/default/115797449066931009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pukka-junkies.blogspot.com/2006/09/so-many-people-walk-around-with.html' title=''/><author><name>junkies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01696194999206904307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30264002.post-115778716072760363</id><published>2006-09-09T15:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T15:33:45.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;No more late night moccahino for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caffine kept me awake almost the whole night, tossing and turning in bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh but the tiramisu latte over at coffee club is awesome. Loves it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chill out session and shopping with my sis has been great!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30264002-115778716072760363?l=pukka-junkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pukka-junkies.blogspot.com/feeds/115778716072760363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30264002&amp;postID=115778716072760363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30264002/posts/default/115778716072760363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30264002/posts/default/115778716072760363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pukka-junkies.blogspot.com/2006/09/no-more-late-night-moccahino-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>junkies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01696194999206904307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30264002.post-115716689772787678</id><published>2006-09-02T10:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T11:17:21.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;I've witnessed the power of no-knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started out with hospitalization. Then came the shocking truth-terminal stage of colon cancer. But these were kept away from her. She didnt know what exactly she was suffering from. What she knew was perhaps the complications that arose due to her diabetes and kidney problems. All that while, she thought she would be cured, and be discharged home. She thought she would be fine. She thought she would be going home after all the examinations, as per normal. She thought of cooking my all time favourite-buakualak when she gets home. She thought of seeing my cousins get married. She remained hopeful despite of all the complications. She remained strong. Everyone, including the doctors, was amazed by her will-power to live on especially when she had so much complication, where the suffering and pain were considered as unbearable to most patients.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;All these while, she didnt complain about her pain. Day after day, she was waiting to be discharged. My aunt told her to eat, for that will give her strength. And she did. Little did we all know that she kept her bits of food stuffed in between the side of the mouth. The nurses were the ones who informed us about it when they found the yesterday's food during their washing-up of patients in the morning. Her throat was constantly in pain. The cancer cells spreaded. She pretended to eat so as to assure the rest of us that she is fine and waiting to go home. Everyone that came to visit her felt that she was clearly clinging on to something that kept her going. HOPE. That was it. The power of no knowledge during that one month stay in the hospital until one day when my aunt decided it was time to break the news to her because she was suffering really badly in silence. After which, she seemed to be in a daze, deep in thoughts. Perhaps she has decided to let go. Perhaps she felt it was time. She felt depressed. Drops of tears streamed down. She knew she had to leave. Perhaps she can't bring herself to part. Perhaps she wanted so badly to live on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Then the day to go finally came. On Wednesday, her toes started turning bluish black. My grandpa visited her and before he left, she waved to him saying goodbye. In the afternoon, she tossed and turned as if none of the positions suited her. We ask her if she wanted to say anything. She said nothing. In the evening, she was getting really restless. At around 9pm where everyone was about to leave the hospital, her condition deteriorated. Everyone panicked as her blood pressure plunged down. There she was, gasping for breath, panting. The doctor was called in and by around 9.55pm, she left without bidding goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, the wake began on Thursday. We waited for grandma with our heads bowed down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;I told her I love her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30264002-115716689772787678?l=pukka-junkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pukka-junkies.blogspot.com/feeds/115716689772787678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30264002&amp;postID=115716689772787678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30264002/posts/default/115716689772787678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30264002/posts/default/115716689772787678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pukka-junkies.blogspot.com/2006/09/ive-witnessed-power-of-no-knowledge.html' title=''/><author><name>junkies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01696194999206904307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30264002.post-115634219693669457</id><published>2006-08-23T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T22:10:40.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;So much has happened lately. Work, school, tuition, hospital visits and the passing of my grandma, the wake, funeral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know where to begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not even in the mood of blogging right now. Its just a touch-and-go style now, at least for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired. that's why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still enjoy chilling, unwinding and yes, I treasure everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank God for providing me with a wonderful family. I love my parents and my siblings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Mom and Dad, sis and bro, I love you guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30264002-115634219693669457?l=pukka-junkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pukka-junkies.blogspot.com/feeds/115634219693669457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30264002&amp;postID=115634219693669457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30264002/posts/default/115634219693669457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30264002/posts/default/115634219693669457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pukka-junkies.blogspot.com/2006/08/so-much-has-happened-lately.html' title=''/><author><name>junkies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01696194999206904307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30264002.post-115564617107074388</id><published>2006-08-15T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T20:49:31.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Awesome!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Goodwood Park's durian puffs, durian cakes and the durian crumbles are FANTASTIC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;The durian filling is given in very generous amount that you feel really, really satisfied with every mouth of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Yummy. Simply Loves it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30264002-115564617107074388?l=pukka-junkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pukka-junkies.blogspot.com/feeds/115564617107074388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30264002&amp;postID=115564617107074388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30264002/posts/default/115564617107074388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30264002/posts/default/115564617107074388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pukka-junkies.blogspot.com/2006/08/awesome-goodwood-parks-durian-puffs.html' title=''/><author><name>junkies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01696194999206904307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30264002.post-115555857699745901</id><published>2006-08-14T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T20:29:37.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Tired... From a day's work. Yes, you heard it right. I'm Finally busy with work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Well, the time has finally come for me to give up dominance of my cosy room. Tomorrow is THE day to start sharing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Thankfully, the newbie is a part-time regular. That would mean to say, i will have the room to myself every morning. (She only comes in every afternoon.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Yes. So tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Supposed to be having ME  class now. But, nah... not today. Seriously. I'm so dead tired, i have problems lifting my eyelids. For real.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30264002-115555857699745901?l=pukka-junkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pukka-junkies.blogspot.com/feeds/115555857699745901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30264002&amp;postID=115555857699745901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30264002/posts/default/115555857699745901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30264002/posts/default/115555857699745901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pukka-junkies.blogspot.com/2006/08/tired.html' title=''/><author><name>junkies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01696194999206904307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30264002.post-115534743308066196</id><published>2006-08-12T09:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T09:50:33.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Its a Saturday! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Time to chill. Simply love the chill-outs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Clad in my comfortable favourites, enjoying the afternoon in town over a wonderful cup of mocha, Life is great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;=) I'm so loving it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30264002-115534743308066196?l=pukka-junkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pukka-junkies.blogspot.com/feeds/115534743308066196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30264002&amp;postID=115534743308066196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30264002/posts/default/115534743308066196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30264002/posts/default/115534743308066196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pukka-junkies.blogspot.com/2006/08/its-saturday-time-to-chill.html' title=''/><author><name>junkies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01696194999206904307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30264002.post-115502725058937694</id><published>2006-08-08T16:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T16:54:10.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;It's National Day tomorrow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;yay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Happy Birthday Singapore!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;muacks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30264002-115502725058937694?l=pukka-junkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pukka-junkies.blogspot.com/feeds/115502725058937694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30264002&amp;postID=115502725058937694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30264002/posts/default/115502725058937694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30264002/posts/default/115502725058937694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pukka-junkies.blogspot.com/2006/08/its-national-day-tomorrow-yay-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>junkies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01696194999206904307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30264002.post-115491490315636836</id><published>2006-08-07T09:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T09:43:16.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Well, what can i say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I'm in the office already and there's nothing for me to do. Nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Colleague is absent. So, I'm like having Mac donald's for breakfast again, blogging, listening to music, eating and munching away. Basically, chilling at my cosy corner. A room to call my own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Silvester's bbq birthday bash is awesome!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;How cool. Yea, it was really fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Then my JC mates got me GUESS gift cards. How Sweet. AWWwww.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;=) Spoiling and pampering me... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I'm so grateful for what God has provided for. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Thank you, Father. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Love you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Muacks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30264002-115491490315636836?l=pukka-junkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pukka-junkies.blogspot.com/feeds/115491490315636836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30264002&amp;postID=115491490315636836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30264002/posts/default/115491490315636836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30264002/posts/default/115491490315636836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pukka-junkies.blogspot.com/2006/08/well-what-can-i-say-im-in-office.html' title=''/><author><name>junkies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01696194999206904307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30264002.post-115474687977981544</id><published>2006-08-05T10:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T11:04:01.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;This week has been much of a fulfulling one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Enjoyable. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;=) Just last Thursday, I went for a very long, long lunch break - 2hrs 45mins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Met up with my girlfriends for lunch. Its actually a surprise lunch for the birthday girl. Yup, she has got &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;absolutely no clue or whatsoever. Wicked of us, but hey! its fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;So, there goes another week well spent. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I'm recently hooked on the 10th kingdom. Its a must-see show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Really. brilliently executed and its has kept me engrossed. So, yea- i must say its really interesting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Today's a saturday and i'm going to make the best out of it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Dark devotion at the TCC is really nice!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;loves it. Shared with my brother last Sunday during a one of the high-tea chill out sessions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30264002-115474687977981544?l=pukka-junkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pukka-junkies.blogspot.com/feeds/115474687977981544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30264002&amp;postID=115474687977981544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30264002/posts/default/115474687977981544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30264002/posts/default/115474687977981544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pukka-junkies.blogspot.com/2006/08/this-week-has-been-much-of-fulfulling.html' title=''/><author><name>junkies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01696194999206904307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30264002.post-115436156968893817</id><published>2006-07-31T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T00:03:25.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;BLESSED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;That's the only word. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I love my life - loving it for the 20th year!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;=) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I will never forget today! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Never will. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Loves it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;BLESSED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30264002-115436156968893817?l=pukka-junkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pukka-junkies.blogspot.com/feeds/115436156968893817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30264002&amp;postID=115436156968893817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30264002/posts/default/115436156968893817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30264002/posts/default/115436156968893817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pukka-junkies.blogspot.com/2006/07/blessed_31.html' title=''/><author><name>junkies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01696194999206904307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30264002.post-115422548719590148</id><published>2006-07-30T09:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T10:32:35.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yesterday was a very busy day yet again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Met up with Hui Yee for tutorial discussion in the morning. Then its tutorial class for the whole afternoon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Afterwhich, met my family for dinner before heading to the hospital to visit my granny. By the time we left the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hospital, it was already 9.45pm. We then headed down to East Coast Park's McCafe to chill, stroll and unwind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Lots of people hanging around! What a sight!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Strolling down the pavement, feeling the gentle sea breeze after a cup of mocha cafe is just simply the best way &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;to unwind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Granny is still the same, except that i see a lot more will power this time round. Full of energy when she talks, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;unlike the last few times where she seem to be lost and disorientated due to the side effects of the jab.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Perhaps its the radioactive treatment that has helped her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It has been a long time since i felt her hands warm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Well, today's another day to be looked forward to!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Will be heading town this afternoon! Yay! It has been a long, long time since i head town with my mum-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;everyone's been shuffling to and fro from the hospital to home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30264002-115422548719590148?l=pukka-junkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pukka-junkies.blogspot.com/feeds/115422548719590148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30264002&amp;postID=115422548719590148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30264002/posts/default/115422548719590148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30264002/posts/default/115422548719590148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pukka-junkies.blogspot.com/2006/07/yesterday-was-very-busy-day-yet-again.html' title=''/><author><name>junkies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01696194999206904307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30264002.post-115409869033628075</id><published>2006-07-28T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T10:14:18.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I love my sandels! I love the transitions!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;*wide Smile* (=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Thank God!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;*Grateful for all the guidance, all the love*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Today's nurses' day! Everyone's busy preparing the spread.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Nothing much for me today, as usual. Why am i not surprised?. hahs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Wow. Wishlist? Carine! you really make me squeeze my brain juices. hahahs (=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Hahahs. Here goes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Ok, I dont mind having another watch, another wallet, another bag, another shoe, another pair of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;sandels, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;another heels, another pair of transitions, another pair of earrings, clothes, necklace, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;another book, another &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;pair of pants, another pair of shorts, another mug, another computer, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;a laptop, another MP3 player, another &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;driving licence (class 2, 4 or 5 also can), another passport &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;(perferably the US one) =), another air ticket&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;(perferably to the UK), credit cards &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;(perferably platinum), another toothbrush, another hair clip, another &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;pillow, another comforter, another &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;study table, another bed, another towel, another air conditioner, another &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;TV, another... erm... ok, i think i &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;should stop. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Carine's going to scream at me. So does Hui Yee. *grin*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;* oops. Ok.. i know i'm so nonsense. =) *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Wishlist *Urgent Request!*:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-May love be spread among all&lt;br /&gt;-May peace be restored&lt;br /&gt;-May hope be found&lt;br /&gt;-May strength be regained&lt;br /&gt;-May happiness be shared&lt;br /&gt;-May the tired finds rest&lt;br /&gt;-May all be blessed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Right. i'm gonna catch my show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Ghost Whisperer is REALLY worth watching. I'm hooked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30264002-115409869033628075?l=pukka-junkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pukka-junkies.blogspot.com/feeds/115409869033628075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30264002&amp;postID=115409869033628075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30264002/posts/default/115409869033628075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30264002/posts/default/115409869033628075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pukka-junkies.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-love-my-sandels-i-love-transitions.html' title=''/><author><name>junkies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01696194999206904307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30264002.post-115392293976556078</id><published>2006-07-26T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T22:10:00.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Blessed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30264002-115392293976556078?l=pukka-junkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pukka-junkies.blogspot.com/feeds/115392293976556078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30264002&amp;postID=115392293976556078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30264002/posts/default/115392293976556078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30264002/posts/default/115392293976556078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pukka-junkies.blogspot.com/2006/07/blessed.html' title=''/><author><name>junkies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01696194999206904307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30264002.post-115383200664369839</id><published>2006-07-25T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T20:59:33.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Yes, yet again nothing much at work today. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;My parents are out of house already. Went for their dance lesson- Cha Cha and Rock 'n' Roll. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Well, good for them. At least they are enjoying what they do. That's what matters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Afterall, life is all about choices. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Life is Superb!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30264002-115383200664369839?l=pukka-junkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pukka-junkies.blogspot.com/feeds/115383200664369839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30264002&amp;postID=115383200664369839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30264002/posts/default/115383200664369839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30264002/posts/default/115383200664369839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pukka-junkies.blogspot.com/2006/07/yes-yet-again-nothing-much-at-work.html' title=''/><author><name>junkies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01696194999206904307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30264002.post-115370899990009235</id><published>2006-07-24T10:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T10:43:19.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I love my job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;There is nothing. Absolutely nothing for me to do today. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Been surfing the net, talking on the phone and the best part is, i get paid. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;*WIDE GRIN*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Reached office at like 9.20am when i'm supposed to start work at 9am. Nothing installed for me so i was told to do whatever i want. =) the only condition- be discreet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Now that's easy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;This is the best job i've ever gotten so far. Really. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;The deals are fanstastic. =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I get to wear what i like, do what i like, have longer than usual lunch breaks, absolutely heaven!-not forgetting i get paid for all these. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Hey, i can even eat whatever i like in the office!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;There are chips, sugar-free mints, chocolate milk-packeted, water, snacks...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Everything is done and yup, i'm basically chilling in my room. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;*Grin*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30264002-115370899990009235?l=pukka-junkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pukka-junkies.blogspot.com/feeds/115370899990009235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30264002&amp;postID=115370899990009235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30264002/posts/default/115370899990009235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30264002/posts/default/115370899990009235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pukka-junkies.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-love-my-job.html' title=''/><author><name>junkies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01696194999206904307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30264002.post-115362714832522621</id><published>2006-07-23T11:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T11:59:36.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Tuition this morning was cancelled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, i did my nails-french manicure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its going to be yet another busy day shuffling from place to place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whichever the case, my life is not put to waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my day! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30264002-115362714832522621?l=pukka-junkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pukka-junkies.blogspot.com/feeds/115362714832522621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30264002&amp;postID=115362714832522621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30264002/posts/default/115362714832522621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30264002/posts/default/115362714832522621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pukka-junkies.blogspot.com/2006/07/tuition-this-morning-was-cancelled.html' title=''/><author><name>junkies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01696194999206904307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30264002.post-115358103210616379</id><published>2006-07-22T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T23:12:38.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;What a busy week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Been shuffling from work to school, to tuition place and to NUH. That's at least what's happening for the past weeks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;*Tired*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Well, granny's condition is not that optimistic. Stronger jabs have been given and the side effects kicked in almost as immediate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Boy, its really a painful sight. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;*yawn*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I need to sleep. My eyes are really heavy and i have a tuition early the next morning, plus after which, it would be NUH. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I love my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I'm hoping for the best for grandma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30264002-115358103210616379?l=pukka-junkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pukka-junkies.blogspot.com/feeds/115358103210616379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30264002&amp;postID=115358103210616379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30264002/posts/default/115358103210616379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30264002/posts/default/115358103210616379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pukka-junkies.blogspot.com/2006/07/what-busy-week.html' title=''/><author><name>junkies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01696194999206904307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30264002.post-115300922026037463</id><published>2006-07-16T07:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T08:22:25.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;i'm going out at 8.30am. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Spent the whole day at NUH yesterday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Seeing my granny, or anyone suffer right in front of me is the worst thing that could ever happen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;There is nothing much people around can do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;The pain is so unbearable that 2 jabs have to be given in a day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Each jab will normally last for 8-12 hours and indeed, once the 12th hour is up, at least that's for yesterday, the pain starts its toll again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;(Science is really powerful. Just a jab, and immediately all unbearable pain seem to vanish)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Seeing her face cringe and legs shiver because of the pain, I felt really sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;I dont know what to say, or what to do to make her feel any better. My aunts were there holding her. The maid helped massaging her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;I felt really helpless. Or rather, everyone feels helpless in easing the pain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Jab, is the last resort.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;( There are side effects from the jab itself.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;We then heard from the nurse that she is slightly disorientated on Friday night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;At this point in time, given her condition and complications, i guess everyone is prepared for the worst.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;This is life. Facts of life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Witnessing all that has happened around me, I now understand the importance of tresuring and cherishing each and everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Each and everyday is a gift. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;I am grateful for all that i have and yes, i thank HIM for guiding me throughout and giving me the breath of life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30264002-115300922026037463?l=pukka-junkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pukka-junkies.blogspot.com/feeds/115300922026037463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30264002&amp;postID=115300922026037463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30264002/posts/default/115300922026037463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30264002/posts/default/115300922026037463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pukka-junkies.blogspot.com/2006/07/im-going-out-at-8.html' title=''/><author><name>junkies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01696194999206904307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30264002.post-115286377111740556</id><published>2006-07-14T15:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T15:56:11.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;yes, yes, I am in the midst of working right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;hahahs. just thought of coming online to blog since i'm quite free now.  =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Well, where shall i start?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;was coming home from tuition yesterday when my sister called to inform me that my grandma (paternal side) has been hospitalised. I got home at like 9 pm, by the time i wash up and dine, it was around 10pm already. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;My parents then came back from the hospital and they seem really tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Really hope my grandma is fine. Even though i'm not as close to her as my other cousins, I feel for her, and i really want her well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Today, she will be doing scanning and scope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Well, i'll just see how things go. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Also, suppose to go night safari today as well but Annie messaged to say it was cancelled already. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Just as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;or so i thought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Anyway, i might be meeting up my Rach and Val later for dinner. See how things are later. Right now, can't confirm anything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Hopefully granny is fine. If so, i'll visit her on Saturday at National University Hospital (NUH).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;(Since i will only make it home at around 7pm. By the time i'm done, it will be around 8pm? So, i guess its quite late already since visiting hours are like 6pm to 8pm?- at least that's the case at K K hospital.)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;I guess that's the plan for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Life is precious and I treasure mine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30264002-115286377111740556?l=pukka-junkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pukka-junkies.blogspot.com/feeds/115286377111740556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30264002&amp;postID=115286377111740556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30264002/posts/default/115286377111740556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30264002/posts/default/115286377111740556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pukka-junkies.blogspot.com/2006/07/yes-yes-i-am-in-midst-of-working-right.html' title=''/><author><name>junkies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01696194999206904307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30264002.post-115271619215936179</id><published>2006-07-12T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T22:58:50.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;It was a day well spent again. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Had IBM class this morning and then after which, lunch at Takashimaya. Apparently, the food festival is on again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;hahahs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Bought the D24 durian fritters and mochi. Had Japanese cuisine- rice wrapped with egg plus some side dish. Filling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Shop around for Valerie's pressie-turning 20th this 16th. Bought a very nice, classy pair of earrings from Chomel. It will look good on her. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Bought lunch for my brother and I was off to work. I came to realize that there is a direct bus to K K hospital! - Trans Island 851. Went to work at around 2pm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;During work time, went out to get some snacks- waffles from Prima Deli. NICE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Busy day yet again. Collating, everything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;After work, met up with Val to shop and have dinner. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Life is wonderful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30264002-115271619215936179?l=pukka-junkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pukka-junkies.blogspot.com/feeds/115271619215936179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30264002&amp;postID=115271619215936179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30264002/posts/default/115271619215936179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30264002/posts/default/115271619215936179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pukka-junkies.blogspot.com/2006/07/it-was-day-well-spent-again.html' title=''/><author><name>junkies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01696194999206904307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30264002.post-115257613007280401</id><published>2006-07-11T07:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T08:02:10.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Yesterday was busy. Just the 1st day at work, my colleague and I were sent down to the mask-fitting workshop at 11am. *laughs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;So what this workshop is actually to teach us about the correct way of putting on mask. We were given what they call the code-1862 mask. There and then, test were conducted to see if the mask was fitted on properly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Nurses helped to fit a transparent covering over the head and injected a bitter-tasting spray. We then have to tilt our heads in all directions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Test is considered pass so long as the bitter-tasting spray does not seep through the mask. I saw nurses retaking tests. I passed it at one go. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Lunch was at Bugis. *grins* Took the shuttle bus there and yup, lunch was around 1hr 40mins? *hahas*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Its really busy late afternoon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I had to draft out publicity mails, co-ordinate with various companies regarding semainars and functions to be held in KK hospital. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;(Not all in a day of course. *hahas*)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;So at the moment, there are the Runs-New balance Real run, SAFRA run, the Kid's Central Live! project, everything. Before I forget, there is also the collating of the President's Challenge Donation that i'm handling also. Really a mouth FULL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Busy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;But enjoyable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;By 6pm, I was done for the day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;At around 8pm, I headed for school. Tiring but manageable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Hui yee bought cakes from Secret Recipe~ White chocolate macademia and the chocolate chip cheese. YUMMY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Fantastic!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I love my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Right after this, I'm preparing to go for work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;=)  loves it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30264002-115257613007280401?l=pukka-junkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pukka-junkies.blogspot.com/feeds/115257613007280401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30264002&amp;postID=115257613007280401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30264002/posts/default/115257613007280401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30264002/posts/default/115257613007280401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pukka-junkies.blogspot.com/2006/07/yesterday-was-busy.html' title=''/><author><name>junkies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01696194999206904307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30264002.post-115234036615943982</id><published>2006-07-08T14:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T14:35:14.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I'm starting work on Monday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Just yesterday, I went for an interview for the post of a welfare co-ordinator at KK Women's and Children's hospital. So i will be there working till my school officially starts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;On top of that, I will also be having tuition twice a week and will also be attending ME and IBM. Its a mouth full, yea i know. Looks like I'm all packed with work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I'm just going to spend my weekends as carefree as possible, like how i always do-shopping, chill-outs, relaxing and stuffs. Yea, i'm sure it'll continue this way. Life has got lots to offer. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Ok, so at 3pm later in the afternoon, I'll be having my chill-out in town. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;(i just need 15mins to get to town that's why im still at my computer desk at home.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;hahahs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;loves it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;After which, dinner with my JC pals. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Life is great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30264002-115234036615943982?l=pukka-junkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pukka-junkies.blogspot.com/feeds/115234036615943982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30264002&amp;postID=115234036615943982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30264002/posts/default/115234036615943982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30264002/posts/default/115234036615943982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pukka-junkies.blogspot.com/2006/07/im-starting-work-on-monday.html' title=''/><author><name>junkies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01696194999206904307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30264002.post-115208002694855759</id><published>2006-07-05T13:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T16:34:07.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I'm like so, so tired today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Slept near midnight yesterday and by seven this morning, I have already climbed out of bed. By nine, I'm downstairs waiting for bus to school. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;At 9.20am, i reached school (lesson starts at 930am) . Soon after, this auntie-looking administrator came up to the lecture room and started her rantings on the punctuality of students, especially the international students because according to her, they are always late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;So here's the deal from her: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;If one is 5 minutes late, attendance is considered as 0.75&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;If one is 6-10 minutes late, attendance is considered as 0.50&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;If one is 11-15 minutes late, attendance is considered as 0.25&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;If one is late for more than 16 minutes, attendance is marked as 0.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Before i forget, she appointed 2 of the early birds to be the "class monitors"-responsible for attendance taking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I seriously don't like the idea of treating us as primary school kids. Really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Such bureaucracy must go and should be done away with!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;What we need is liberty! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Darn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;So im back home now, penning down this morning's episode in school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I'm sleepy. *yawn*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I'll just have a power nap i guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Right, so shower first. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30264002-115208002694855759?l=pukka-junkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pukka-junkies.blogspot.com/feeds/115208002694855759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30264002&amp;postID=115208002694855759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30264002/posts/default/115208002694855759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30264002/posts/default/115208002694855759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pukka-junkies.blogspot.com/2006/07/im-like-so-so-tired-today.html' title=''/><author><name>junkies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01696194999206904307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30264002.post-115197946224204049</id><published>2006-07-04T09:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T10:17:42.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Hahahs. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Woke up this morning and i felt really, really good! It just struck on me that yes, i have been treasuring life the way it should be. A sudden thought, so to speak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;What a consolation! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Though its still considered as the school holidays right now, I'm attending school twice a week for both Managerial Economics (ME) and IBM. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;ME is really interesting and it fascinates me already. Its very detailed but, at the same time, easy to comprehend. At least this is the impression I get after attending the 1st lesson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Sandra is still as serious as before. *grins*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30264002-115197946224204049?l=pukka-junkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pukka-junkies.blogspot.com/feeds/115197946224204049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30264002&amp;postID=115197946224204049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30264002/posts/default/115197946224204049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30264002/posts/default/115197946224204049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pukka-junkies.blogspot.com/2006/07/hahahs.html' title=''/><author><name>junkies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01696194999206904307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30264002.post-115189784683688390</id><published>2006-07-03T11:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T11:40:07.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Just finished watching the "body snatchers of Bangkok" featured in the national geographic channel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These "body snatchers" are actually trained voluntary groups that help collect corpses in the bustling city whenever there are cases of fatal accidents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They help to restore rest to the dead and as a mark of respect, transport the body to the hospital and then to the temple, waiting for burial the following day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The youngest member of is actually 13. So, it seems remarkable that at such tender age, she already knows the exact procedure of handling corpses, paying due respect at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Thai(s), mainly Buddhists, believe in reincarnation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They believe that in contributing to the society, it helps to accumulate credits for a better reborn in the next life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is thus, one of the many factors that motivate them in being part of the voluntary group. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Watching the program, it also reminded me of the fragility and the vulnerability of life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Accidents due to reckless driving, drink and drive causes fatality and it also spells grieves for family members. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;To all drivers, please be safe on the road. Obey the traffic rules and be alert at all times. If you drink, don't drive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30264002-115189784683688390?l=pukka-junkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pukka-junkies.blogspot.com/feeds/115189784683688390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30264002&amp;postID=115189784683688390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30264002/posts/default/115189784683688390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30264002/posts/default/115189784683688390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pukka-junkies.blogspot.com/2006/07/just-finished-watching-body-snatchers.html' title=''/><author><name>junkies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01696194999206904307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30264002.post-115181331929124252</id><published>2006-07-02T11:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T12:15:18.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Finished marketing with mom at the newly renovated Tiong Bahru Market. Had breakfast there and it was, as usual, jammed packed with people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;There were long, incredible queues that stretches from the stall all the way to the staircase landing. So long. My goodness!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Stalls that shared similar traits are that of those selling soya bean milk, yong tau hu, lor mee, carrot cake etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;The market area was also packed with lots of folks, aunties especially.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Some were pushy, others were just crowding around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;There were people shouting from one end to another and everywhere you turn, you see people busy with buying and selling. Lots of commotion, a perfect example of how a market looks like. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;The whole market area is reasonably clean to my surprise. The area is dry, the air is good, most stallholders practice good hygiene.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;No fishy smell, at least nothing of that sort. Perhaps it is due to good air ventilation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Back at home, my brother is busy with his X box console-playing one of his 15 favourites, HALO 2. (i just can't understand what's so interesting and fun about HALO series.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Well, so to speak, he gets his 2 hours of gaming every weekend considering he finishes all of his homework on most fridays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Not too bad i guess. At least he knows how to strike a balance between his work and play.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30264002-115181331929124252?l=pukka-junkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pukka-junkies.blogspot.com/feeds/115181331929124252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30264002&amp;postID=115181331929124252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30264002/posts/default/115181331929124252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30264002/posts/default/115181331929124252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pukka-junkies.blogspot.com/2006/07/finished-marketing-with-mom-at-newly.html' title=''/><author><name>junkies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01696194999206904307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30264002.post-115172087366274496</id><published>2006-07-01T09:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T22:16:37.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Was supposed to meet up with my ex-collegues today but it was postponed to next weekend. Haven't seen them for ages! Boy, i miss them. Looking forward to the outing with them next week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Yummy. Had durian cake from Ritz Carlton yesterday and its really Delicious. Absolute heaven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;I miss the dinner at Ritz Carlton- its like a buffet spread, where the service is excellent, food excellent too. Hahas. Guess I'll ask dad to head down to Ritz Carlton some time soon! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;So probably mom and I will head down to Takashimaya to have our facials done later today. After which, we'll have high tea as usual in the afternoon and do some shopping at Paragon. It has been quite some time shopping at Paragon. Its mainly Centrepoint and Tangs whenever my mom goes shopping... Its time for a Change!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Hahahas. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Just remembered, Inkstation called me yesterday. Think its either Jeffery or Jeremy who called. Sounds like either one of them though. So, i was informed that there will be a gathering for all its staffs involved in the PC show next week. So that roughly fills part of next week's schedule.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;I'm off to prepare for the day! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30264002-115172087366274496?l=pukka-junkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pukka-junkies.blogspot.com/feeds/115172087366274496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30264002&amp;postID=115172087366274496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30264002/posts/default/115172087366274496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30264002/posts/default/115172087366274496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pukka-junkies.blogspot.com/2006/07/was-supposed-to-meet-up-with-my-ex.html' title=''/><author><name>junkies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01696194999206904307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30264002.post-115163780593523787</id><published>2006-06-30T10:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T11:30:12.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Loves him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Luther Vandross.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Listening to his songs over and over again is just so wonderful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;He's such a talent. Really. Just a few months back (or so it seemed), i was watching the Oprah's show featuring all- time favourite Luther. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;He was flimed recuperating at the Hospital and had an interview with Oprah. Because of stroke, he wasn't able to speak and express himself properly. Watching that, i felt so sorry for him. A once healthy man who impressed the audience everytime he performs became so helpless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;My heart goes out to him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Barely a week after, i tuned in to Oprah's show again. This time round, tears streamed down as i watched. Luther Vandross's passing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;There and then, Usher performed "Superstar" as a tribute to him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Its just so much to digest. I couln't bring myself to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;I thought he was recuperating, doing fine and all... so how come?... so sudden?... I can't believe, I really can't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;The sudden stroke claimed his life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;But it can never claim his works. His song pieces will live on and continue to touch the lives of many. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;I can never forget how his song pieces touched me. Song Pieces such as "Dance with my Father", "Superstar", "The Glow of Love " etc. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;I'm gonna miss him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30264002-115163780593523787?l=pukka-junkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pukka-junkies.blogspot.com/feeds/115163780593523787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30264002&amp;postID=115163780593523787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30264002/posts/default/115163780593523787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30264002/posts/default/115163780593523787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pukka-junkies.blogspot.com/2006/06/loves-him.html' title=''/><author><name>junkies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01696194999206904307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30264002.post-115157363737338753</id><published>2006-06-29T17:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T17:33:57.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;*Hungry hungry* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;I am really famished. Just finished tuition and gosh, my stomach is growling already. Its barely six and I'm munching on the so-ever-loved Rich Tea Biscuit bought from Marks and Spencer. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Yea. The biscuits sold at Mark and Spencer are Really good. Let's see, the chocolate chip ones, the Rich Tea, Ginger, short sticks and all.. Yummy. (except that i don't fancy the almond ones-they make me sick.) hahas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Im like multi-tasking right now. Cantonese series, blogging and munching away. I'm so Busy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Wonder what's mom cooking today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Smells so Good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;*growling gets louder*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30264002-115157363737338753?l=pukka-junkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pukka-junkies.blogspot.com/feeds/115157363737338753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30264002&amp;postID=115157363737338753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30264002/posts/default/115157363737338753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30264002/posts/default/115157363737338753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pukka-junkies.blogspot.com/2006/06/hungry-hungry-i-am-really-famished.html' title=''/><author><name>junkies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01696194999206904307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30264002.post-115150218362579895</id><published>2006-06-28T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T22:48:33.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Started my 1st lesson for year 2-Introduction to Business and Management (IBM) at like, lets see... 930am? hahas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;The lecture room was so packed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Indeed, IBM is 'voluminous'. *Grins* Really... Lots of reading up, essays as well as critical and analytical thinking.&lt;br /&gt;But it'll be interesting i'm sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, so i had subway for lunch. =) hahas.. was already craving for the bacon melt since yesterday so i decided to satisfy my cravings today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Guess the bacon melt is like the only Sub that is tempting. I seem to be having bacon melt with parmesan bread (and with chips of course!) everytime I patronise Subway. Used to fancy their cookies but somehow, chips turned out to be of a better choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;HA! I'm such a PIG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My day would have been great if not for the slight headache that developed in the late afternoon. Felt so uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Took a catnap... and *TA-Dang!* I'm well and jumping again.&lt;br /&gt;ok. silly me. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There goes Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so packed up all my load and say, " TATA!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30264002-115150218362579895?l=pukka-junkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pukka-junkies.blogspot.com/feeds/115150218362579895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30264002&amp;postID=115150218362579895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30264002/posts/default/115150218362579895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30264002/posts/default/115150218362579895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pukka-junkies.blogspot.com/2006/06/started-my-1st-lesson-for-year-2.html' title=''/><author><name>junkies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01696194999206904307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30264002.post-115129324446394173</id><published>2006-06-26T10:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T22:49:04.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;It sets me thinking about the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read the papers today and was so absorbed by the article published under 'World' section, "Saddam feels Bush may reinstall him as president".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The heavily watched Iraq and US saga over the past years sets in once more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really. How can peace be attained?&lt;br /&gt;How then, can man stop fighting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the questions that have raced through millions of minds in dark silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep in our hearts, we know that the fights and killings will never end. And the reason being, i dont have to spell it out... its obvious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, this would be my first entry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30264002-115129324446394173?l=pukka-junkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pukka-junkies.blogspot.com/feeds/115129324446394173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30264002&amp;postID=115129324446394173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30264002/posts/default/115129324446394173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30264002/posts/default/115129324446394173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pukka-junkies.blogspot.com/2006/06/it-sets-me-thinking-about-future.html' title=''/><author><name>junkies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01696194999206904307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
