<?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-14661348</id><updated>2011-04-22T07:48:14.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tickled pink</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ticklepdink.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14661348/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ticklepdink.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>clara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01600747876859690189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>46</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14661348.post-7110139170333212231</id><published>2007-10-01T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T01:25:22.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'>finally an update - our 21:)</title><content type='html'>Bahhh.. what a bad blogger i am. So irregular. Anyway, today i'll blog about the some happy things that happened last week. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The week has been busy busy for me thanks to assignment and tests, and exams! Plus I've attached myself to a part time job cos I thought it would be good for me to gain some finance experience before I graduated. Work's good, but it's my first time handling work and studies at the same time. So this week, Mr Aw Boon Chin (ABC) didn't want to meet me during our normal going-out-days Wed and Fri, so that I could concentrate. For the good i guess, but it didn't make me happy...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wednesday was our 21 month anniv! For the first time after a long time, we both have remembered it before the actual day. Sadly, most of the time recently has been either both of us wishing days after, on the wrong day, or either one (ABC) wishing and the other (hehe. normally me) pretending to remember back. what a terrible gf i am... But we didn't wanna go out so that i could do work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Same for friday, cos sat was my mid term exam, and cos ABC thought i was having dinner at home. However, i ended up eating alone at home, cos my parents had to fetch colin last min. So i was pouting over hokkien mee. Called ABC and he said that he was at jurong, going to meet this guy to pass him some freelance work... I was more miserable now...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then an hr later, my doorbell rang... MR ABC popped by with this!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116032953509718946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mwe1Lx8deAw/Rv_M3YUjq6I/AAAAAAAAAEA/3yU5gWHMJko/s400/P9280013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;WAHHHH!! His jurong was actually at the Macs near my place (RideOutTea Garden Macs). And within that Macs compound, there's this far east flora. So he went there to get me flowers, and ended up eating dinner by himself. *so poor thing. hahaha so me and him were actually eating alone. And he also came with this small tub of haagen daaz ice cream - belgium choc flavour. *sorry no photo of that cos i couldn't resist waiting to eat it. So paiseh but i totally cried.. ABC was sooo sweet! All for celebration of our coming 21.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116036896289696690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mwe1Lx8deAw/Rv_Qc4Ujq7I/AAAAAAAAAEI/yKU7qzWSwMc/s320/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why paiseh i should feel you may ask? But actually sometime last week, i was actually complaining to him about us. I told him that we were doing mundane things... dinners and movies... nothing EXCITING! haha then i told him maybe cos we were going old so never do EXCITING things! I even told him maybe we should go clubbing again! and then learn new things together! hahaha I even told him he was an oldie... *gulps. *sorry dear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haiz, and there he goes all out to make me happy as usual. Hugging me, he just said, don't worry, i know you were stressed. What a terrible gf he got himself...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, after my exam on sat, we decided to do EXCITING! So when he asked for suggestions, i came up 'how about shopping?' This time he was the one to remind me about our EXCITING quest! NO SHOPPING! ok fine... so we decided on walking along clarke quay, outside our usual orchard relm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally i brought my camera out today, so we could snap many photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ABC and I bought drinks from this HUGE HUGE japanese supermarket. I like my drink! I got introduced to this at the Japanese Summer Festival. In order to open it, you have to press down this marble like cover till the marble enters the bottle.. very fun! But we spent quite some muscle strength popping the marble down. ABC's drink and mine totally didn't mix. And his drink was from a pharmacy somemore!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116039219867003890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mwe1Lx8deAw/Rv_SkIUjq_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/obJR0GIrKo0/s320/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the way, we saw nice REAL flowers, quite rarely to be seen in tropical Singapore. Not the type of flower. But to see REAL nice flowers. Quite impressed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116039941421509634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mwe1Lx8deAw/Rv_TOIUjrAI/AAAAAAAAAEw/XgkQiM7DKpU/s400/P9290040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we found this cute cafe selling muffins and tea. It's called Paisley &amp;amp; Cream. Do check it out! I think they sell pretty good muffins of reasonable price too. And I think now they are having this promotion of 20% less on food items i think!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116046860613823570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mwe1Lx8deAw/Rv_Zg4UjrFI/AAAAAAAAAFY/wGd6np0xeRI/s320/collage4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;heheh... we got a bit restless...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116042458272345106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mwe1Lx8deAw/Rv_VgoUjrBI/AAAAAAAAAE4/UylA7TvsgCo/s400/collage3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that, we headed to ulu Singapore. K maybe just to me. We went down to Katong side to eat Aston's steak! When we went there, there was this looooonggg queue, and by the time it was our turn, 40 mins had passed. So ABC became a hungry grouch by the time we were seated. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;hehehhe. and worse, I made him take photos before he could tuck in. *meanie gf. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aiyaya, teeehehe look at his hungry face!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116046860613823586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mwe1Lx8deAw/Rv_Zg4UjrGI/AAAAAAAAAFg/HSVkJH1vImE/s320/collage6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Oh well, nevermind, ABC was happy in the end and so was I! Steak was good good, and the price was even better! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116047942945582194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mwe1Lx8deAw/Rv_af4UjrHI/AAAAAAAAAFo/2fYel0MyYEo/s200/P9290073.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you for the lovely day my dear. I thank you for being such a gem in my life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And there we end our day with these rat/bear/alien lamps. So funnyyyy!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116047951535516802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mwe1Lx8deAw/Rv_agYUjrII/AAAAAAAAAFw/2P6TcTSHS6c/s200/P9290075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want this one with hands!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116047955830484114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mwe1Lx8deAw/Rv_agoUjrJI/AAAAAAAAAF4/sjKNvJvTSyc/s200/P9290076.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hehe. cheers to many more months my dear! 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CAN'T WAIT! I thought my travelling plans would come to an end once term ended too, and slowly wait for Thai Airways to give me an earlier date to return home to my babe. But then, maybe it was fated that they gave me a reasonable date of the 19th, such that my 2 fav ladies could make their way down! It was a pity that my mom didn't plan earlier, so that she could have come from Japan straight to here together with Aunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have booked flights from Zurich to London already! Cos that's where Mom suggested to see, maybe that's her dream place to visit in Europe. And then, after that we'll head down to Paris, again. Yes yes i've been there, but i guess going there with them would be an overall different experience altogether. And I'll be there superguide, whom will zoom them to places real fast. And not excluding their favourite tea breaks allll the time. Ladureeee here i come again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait. I just wish there was someone more coming down too:( But all is good. It turned out to be a real blessing in disguise. I'll still be looking forward to coming home, and into much chinese and mcdonald food!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, Happy 18th month darling! It was supposed to be yesterday, I'm soooo sorry that I forgot about it. I love you and I hope you still love me toooooo:) *muacks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14661348-7144740703393239425?l=ticklepdink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ticklepdink.blogspot.com/feeds/7144740703393239425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14661348&amp;postID=7144740703393239425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14661348/posts/default/7144740703393239425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14661348/posts/default/7144740703393239425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ticklepdink.blogspot.com/2007/06/mommy-and-aunt-coming-to-visittt.html' title='Mommy and Aunt coming to visittt!!'/><author><name>clara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01600747876859690189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14661348.post-4973772553644049495</id><published>2007-06-20T20:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T20:21:42.481+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My 2 loves:)</title><content type='html'>When i'm having my exams, he suffers more. Thanks to my crazy fits and absurd demands over the virtual world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But still he bears with it, and that's why i love him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mwe1Lx8deAw/RnkZzuaNDjI/AAAAAAAAADQ/bYSNG_fol2I/s1600-h/mraw&amp;me5.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078118431258906162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mwe1Lx8deAw/RnkZzuaNDjI/AAAAAAAAADQ/bYSNG_fol2I/s320/mraw%26me5.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078118912295243362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mwe1Lx8deAw/RnkaPuaNDmI/AAAAAAAAADo/yie8YLOsSsQ/s320/mraw%26me.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078118431258906178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mwe1Lx8deAw/RnkZzuaNDkI/AAAAAAAAADY/kjJZBHOCtOI/s320/mraw%26me2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;Continue counting down darling! I'm coming home!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, I'm so happy too that my other love, darling brother, has finished his first 2 months in army. Pity that I missed his ceremony, but I was so happy viewing his photos! He sure looks so grown up:) *happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078119719749095026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mwe1Lx8deAw/Rnka-uaNDnI/AAAAAAAAADw/oyqq4DhdzFE/s320/P6130203.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Congrats kor! I hope you get posted somewhere nice! hehee, I can't wait to disturb you again when i'm back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I so love you two much much!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078120290979745410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mwe1Lx8deAw/Rnkbf-aNDoI/AAAAAAAAAD4/GbbTalb_2rI/s400/Photo055e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14661348-4973772553644049495?l=ticklepdink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ticklepdink.blogspot.com/feeds/4973772553644049495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14661348&amp;postID=4973772553644049495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14661348/posts/default/4973772553644049495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14661348/posts/default/4973772553644049495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ticklepdink.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-2-loves.html' title='My 2 loves:)'/><author><name>clara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01600747876859690189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mwe1Lx8deAw/RnkZzuaNDjI/AAAAAAAAADQ/bYSNG_fol2I/s72-c/mraw%26me5.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14661348.post-6252176016356331820</id><published>2007-04-14T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T02:56:40.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mr. aw</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I don't post that often, and today, I'm actually doing up 2 small posts. Anyway, this post goes out to my darling Mr Aw. I have been missing him so much ever since I came here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems very far that I'm located in Switzerland, while you are cosy in sunny Singapore. But thankful i am for having known you way earlier, and you being a part of my life as i walk through life experiences. Knowing that i'm not alone in everything that i do or decide in. It is a really brilliant feeling. Though it is difficult for me to express my gratitude or the amount of love i wish to shower you with each day that i am here, but i hope you still feel the warmth i've provided you earlier, and know that i will continually work hard on it. Once i come back, you will have all the hugs, kisses and much missed nagging and noise that have been long overdued k?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for not being able to be by your side during your stressful exam times. But i am glad that i will be with you during this short break before you start work officially. I hope you can really relax and be happy before you enter a time of uncertainty and much commitment. And i certainly look forward to be the one who will be bugging you to come out during yr lunch hours and having happy dinners after work ends for the day. Making you cheerie and happy after each day of work, and also looking out for any hints of pretty girls from your office. *muahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very soon this exchange will be over. But it says alot about our relationship. The ability to communicate despite this far distance. The ability to understand and show appreciation for the other. The very much patience and love that we express each time we speak. The much enthusiasm and happiness that just by spending 5 mins with you, can bring. How very very important you are to me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never thought long distance relationships could work out. However, even though you all may argue that 4 months is of a short time to conclude anything. I truly believe it is the work and determination of both parties for things to work out. Time spent together before the parting also helps. Cos even when it becomes difficult to understand each other of their current happenings, talking about the history you two share doesn't fail. The history of your relationship will not change, and it will be of beautiful past that you will smile on, and can chat of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am happy, and I hope that everyone out there is feeling the same too.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you too, my dearie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053359653380133746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mwe1Lx8deAw/RiEj1LYDk3I/AAAAAAAAACw/DmO6Xj-R22Y/s400/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love you, and will continue loving you...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For many more days to come.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14661348-6252176016356331820?l=ticklepdink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ticklepdink.blogspot.com/feeds/6252176016356331820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14661348&amp;postID=6252176016356331820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14661348/posts/default/6252176016356331820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14661348/posts/default/6252176016356331820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ticklepdink.blogspot.com/2007/04/mr-aw.html' title='mr. aw'/><author><name>clara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01600747876859690189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mwe1Lx8deAw/RiEj1LYDk3I/AAAAAAAAACw/DmO6Xj-R22Y/s72-c/collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14661348.post-2676459652066799691</id><published>2007-04-14T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T22:02:25.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'>diff blog</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone! I'm really sorry for these late late post. I know it has been long overdued. But i would like to ask all of you to view my other blog at www.girlsinswitz.blogspot.com. It is not that this blog is closing down. But rather during my current exchange trip to Saint Gallen, Gracia and I have decided to keep another separate blog that will hold all our beautiful memories of this experience in Switzerland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss everyone back home. Love you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14661348-2676459652066799691?l=ticklepdink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ticklepdink.blogspot.com/feeds/2676459652066799691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14661348&amp;postID=2676459652066799691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14661348/posts/default/2676459652066799691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14661348/posts/default/2676459652066799691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ticklepdink.blogspot.com/2007/04/diff-blog.html' title='diff blog'/><author><name>clara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01600747876859690189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14661348.post-116376521334309429</id><published>2007-03-18T17:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T18:05:53.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful</title><content type='html'>I'm so thankful for all these friends. Just wanna say a great shout of love and thanks to everyone. I'm so going to miss all of you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First up, my last IS core course, &lt;strong&gt;PMSB&lt;/strong&gt; (process modelling service blueprinting: if you were wondering what it meant) &lt;strong&gt;team mates&lt;/strong&gt;!! I so love all of them. The team includes of andre, amrt (aka 'A MRT', somewhat like SMRT), leonard, kevin, shupin and me. With them, our meetings have been so full of laughter, or rather more than the work done. And as much as we always say let's start early (*andre will definitely agree with this), we always end up rushing very sadly:( I even had my first project meeting along the corridors when the aircon was switched off. It's weird thinking, but i so wish for another course with all these people. Be it an IS course, i'll still take it. For much relived joy, fun and photo taking! *leonard i love yr laptop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1377/1334/1600/Photo%2022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1377/1334/200/Photo%2022.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1377/1334/1600/Photo%2041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1377/1334/200/Photo%2041.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1377/1334/1600/Photo%2032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1377/1334/200/Photo%2032.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1377/1334/1600/Photo%2037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1377/1334/200/Photo%2037.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1377/1334/1600/Photo%2044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1377/1334/200/Photo%2044.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1377/1334/1600/Photo%2048.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1377/1334/200/Photo%2048.3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1377/1334/1600/Photo%2057.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1377/1334/320/Photo%2057.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The lovable project team!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there is my darling &lt;strong&gt;Cakey&lt;/strong&gt;! who has been my finance buddy! Sorry that this term we couldn't take finance 101 together. Thank you so much dear for being my my teacher in MA and FA whenever i didn't understand what was being taught. You were so good with your numbers! Everything also A. Unlike me... *boo hoo. When i come back from Swiss, we shall take more finance courses together kk? And you! Please try look around for cheaper stuff when buying things! Your buying sprees never seemed to scare me so much! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1377/1334/1600/P4270092.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1377/1334/200/P4270092.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1377/1334/1600/P4270093.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1377/1334/200/P4270093.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1377/1334/1600/PB030129.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1377/1334/320/PB030129.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm so going to miss our shopping sprees and adventurous trying of food!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next there are my &lt;strong&gt;ACJC people&lt;/strong&gt;! All of you have been such great friends even till now, though second to my MG girls. hehe But nonetheless, I'm really thankful for having known you all. Despite the short duration of 2 years, i could say that some of you have been my really good friends and friends of just a shout away. I'm so sure my AC days would not be that fun without the farts, slaps, whines, love, naps, parties, bad results and irritation of our poor teachers. *Sorry mdm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1377/1334/1600/collage1.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1377/1334/320/collage1.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1377/1334/1600/collage.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1377/1334/320/collage.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1377/1334/1600/139_3933.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1377/1334/400/139_3933.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hehe. I refuse to put up any new photos other than the ones taken during our school days. They are so memorable...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then as mentioned earlier, my dearest dearest &lt;strong&gt;MG girls; Hui Yin and Peggy Lee&lt;/strong&gt;!! I can't seem to find a photo of us. *cry. But nonetheless, it doesn't change the point that these girls are really great friends. It is a pity that we can't meet up that often, cos we three are so busy with different things and yin located so far. You two have been with me since sec 2? or is it sec 1. Those were the days where we talked about the teachers and quarrelled over the silliest things. Plus yin and peg, there were your crushes over certain singers; which i must admit till now i don't really see why. hahahha i guess i'm not into idoling singers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Yin, you have been one of the sweetest people i've ever known. Despite you being in aussie, your birthday greetings never fail to be on time. And plus that, you even send me birthday cards. That's one point of you that i always wish to have : remembering your friends' birthdays. Such a simple thing, but i can't do it. To you two, I'm sorry for the many many birthdays that i've missed, and i'm sure this apology extends to many out there. But i must say that even if i miss the greetings, talk to you all less, have fewer meetings, I have not forgotten you two! Pegs i loved and love your hair! hahahha how can i not associate you with your mane, it's such a signature of yours! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you two girlies, though we seldom share our problems and gossip now, i still know who i can turn to in times of turbulence or rants. And just to let you know, I'll be here for you two too! &lt;em&gt;Miss you so much, Yin and Peg...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14661348-116376521334309429?l=ticklepdink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ticklepdink.blogspot.com/feeds/116376521334309429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14661348&amp;postID=116376521334309429' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14661348/posts/default/116376521334309429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14661348/posts/default/116376521334309429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ticklepdink.blogspot.com/2006/11/im-so-thankful-for-all-these-friends.html' title='Thankful'/><author><name>clara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01600747876859690189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14661348.post-116429979433967638</id><published>2006-11-23T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T00:37:59.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hold in there</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;To my girl YM,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Believe my dear&lt;/em&gt;... Believe in your mom. Believe in the treatment and medicine prescribed. Believe in the doctors. Believe in the Lord. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stay strong my dear&lt;/em&gt;... For you know how much your mom needs you and your family's support. Your presence will mean so much to everyone. Simple hugs and kisses will tell their story. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Positive thoughts my dear&lt;/em&gt;... How about try extinguish your so frequent previous thought of 'what-ifs', and change them all to my mom will definitely get well? This incident will only be temporary. It will.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Smile my dear&lt;/em&gt;... Just like how you helped me relieve my blindness. Small reaction, but chain reaction. You may not need to say a word, but the patient will feel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ask my dear&lt;/em&gt;... Speak of any need or help. True friends will never leave you. Never. You showed me that, and I believe. I'll do the same to you, and I'm sure many others will. Open your eyes, and look around you dear. Many you have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This phase will pass. And then we'll go have our picnics and tea. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you girl.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14661348-116429979433967638?l=ticklepdink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ticklepdink.blogspot.com/feeds/116429979433967638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14661348&amp;postID=116429979433967638' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14661348/posts/default/116429979433967638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14661348/posts/default/116429979433967638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ticklepdink.blogspot.com/2006/11/hold-in-there.html' title='Hold in there'/><author><name>clara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01600747876859690189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14661348.post-116274335684235271</id><published>2006-11-06T00:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T15:30:45.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 21st!</title><content type='html'>I held a mini birthday party a day before my actual birth date to my fav food, sushi delight! Just invited a few of my special SMU friends cos i wanted something really simple and cosy. Held it at Sakae Sushi, initially got the room but then they later gave it away to some other important people who booked the room after me. &amp;*$%@$#(#) *cry. Was quite upset initially, but got everyone free green tea after my brilliant negotiation skills and many pouts, then became quite happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so happy that almost everyone turned up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1377/1334/1600/PB030118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1377/1334/320/PB030118.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1377/1334/1600/PB030119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1377/1334/320/PB030119.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1377/1334/1600/IMG_8825%28blog%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1377/1334/320/IMG_8825%28blog%29.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my dear parents, thank you for all these 21 years of overflowing love, patience and wonderful upbringing.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Daddy, thank you for tirelessly chaffeuring me around for my many tuitions (of which unfortunately brought little results:( ) i had during my secondary and jc days. Now that i can drive, I'll be the one taking over the wheel whenever you are tired! *hint hint. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy, thank you for being THE girlie whom i could chat with all day about every small thing for the many past years. I still remember when i was in primary school and you scolded me over the phone "Eh you think i no need to work" because I was rattling on about what I ate and who I talked to during my recess time. But i think yr scolding doesn't work cos till now, i still find so much joy rattling non stop to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without you two, I wouldn't be who I am today. Love you two!    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1377/1334/1600/IMG_8886%28blog%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1377/1334/320/IMG_8886%28blog%29.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1377/1334/1600/IMG_8850%28blog%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1377/1334/320/IMG_8850%28blog%29.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Shannon, it has been beautiful loving you. A guy like you just seemed like someone in my dreams and one that i could never be worthy of. You have been this really strong provider of support whenever i so often needed it. Thank you for bearing with my anger vents and unpredictable bursts, always stressing you out unnecessarily. I look forward to many many more years with you dearie! I promise to work hard towards cooking my first dish for you! &lt;em&gt;I'll sign you up for cooking lessons, you always say...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1377/1334/1600/PB030114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1377/1334/320/PB030114.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue the mascot of the boy! And the first guest to turn up for the party. He's a heat warmer which i thought was too adorable to be sitting on the shelf. Blue is this furry star of which performs its function of emitting heat, sadly activated only through the microwave oven. As instructed, it states, heat on high for 75 seconds, and no oil! hehehe. So the sweet boy got it for me (okie i kinda demanded for it) and off it shall go with me to switzerland to keep me warm. i love my blue!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm 21 already!!! *cryyyyy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14661348-116274335684235271?l=ticklepdink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ticklepdink.blogspot.com/feeds/116274335684235271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14661348&amp;postID=116274335684235271' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14661348/posts/default/116274335684235271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14661348/posts/default/116274335684235271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ticklepdink.blogspot.com/2006/11/happy-21st.html' title='Happy 21st!'/><author><name>clara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01600747876859690189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14661348.post-116273659417534871</id><published>2006-11-05T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T22:26:20.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i say love exists</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I want to love you till the end of time. With u by my side, I have no fear. No fear of being alone, no fear of being myself.  No fear of being free.  You the reason why I still smile when I’m weary, especially at stressful times like now.  Thank you for everything.  &lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-shannon-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my baby, you are the reason why i believe &lt;em&gt;love exists&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-clara-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14661348-116273659417534871?l=ticklepdink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ticklepdink.blogspot.com/feeds/116273659417534871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14661348&amp;postID=116273659417534871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14661348/posts/default/116273659417534871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14661348/posts/default/116273659417534871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ticklepdink.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-say-love-exists.html' title='i say love exists'/><author><name>clara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01600747876859690189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14661348.post-115830946700084961</id><published>2006-09-15T16:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T12:25:16.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quizes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Elmo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/thesesamestreetpersonalityquiz/elmo.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet and innocent, you expect everyone to adore you. And they usually do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are usually feeling: Talkative. You've got tons of stories to tell. And when you aren't talking, you're laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are famous for: Being popular, though no one knows why. Middle aged women especially like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How you life your life: With an open heart. "Elmo loves you!"&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/thesesamestreetpersonalityquiz/"&gt;The Sesame Street Personality Quiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#999999" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Strawberry Ice Cream&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatflavoricecreamareyouquiz/strawberry.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bit shy and sensitive, you are sweet to the core.&lt;br /&gt;You often find yourself on the outside looking in.&lt;br /&gt;Insightful and pensive, you really understand how the world works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are most compatible with chocolate chip ice cream.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatflavoricecreamareyouquiz/"&gt;What Flavor Ice Cream Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are a Coy Flirt&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofflirtareyouquiz/coy-flirt.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may not seem like you're flirting, but you know exactly what you're doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You draw people in, very calculatingly, without them even knowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subtle and understated, you know how to best leverage your sex appeal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sexy enigma, you easily become an object of obsession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofflirtareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Flirt Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hehehhe. maybe the way i got my shannon!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Smiley Face Cookie&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofcookieareyouquiz/smiley-face-cookie.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're happy go lucky. So happy, in fact, it's a little past the point of normal sanity.&lt;br /&gt;You usually make those around you smile ... when you're not creeping them out!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofcookieareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Cookie Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i love cookies!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14661348-115830946700084961?l=ticklepdink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ticklepdink.blogspot.com/feeds/115830946700084961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14661348&amp;postID=115830946700084961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14661348/posts/default/115830946700084961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14661348/posts/default/115830946700084961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ticklepdink.blogspot.com/2006/09/quizes.html' title='Quizes!'/><author><name>clara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01600747876859690189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14661348.post-115509488476422975</id><published>2006-08-09T10:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T11:48:07.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Japan kiddies</title><content type='html'>My jap aunt just came down town again. Now this is the stuff she got me and my bawrother. I think japanese things makes one feel like forever 6 years old. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1377/1334/1600/P8090002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1377/1334/320/P8090002.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Egg-shaped girlie and peanut butter boy! My girlie has star shaped sweets inside which were misled to be decorative toys. The boy has gumballs which can be rolled out with a turn at its back! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1377/1334/1600/P8090013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1377/1334/320/P8090013.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1377/1334/1600/P8090007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1377/1334/320/P8090007.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wheeeeee. Files from my uncle takashi. *HUGS*. I'm confirm going to use these files next term. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my jap relatives:) i wanna go back there some day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14661348-115509488476422975?l=ticklepdink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ticklepdink.blogspot.com/feeds/115509488476422975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14661348&amp;postID=115509488476422975' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14661348/posts/default/115509488476422975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14661348/posts/default/115509488476422975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ticklepdink.blogspot.com/2006/08/japan-kiddies.html' title='Japan kiddies'/><author><name>clara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01600747876859690189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14661348.post-115405256637296408</id><published>2006-07-28T10:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T10:21:53.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How it all began?</title><content type='html'>This picture popped out at my widget frame this morning, and i start to wonder if this was how things started out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1377/1334/1600/P8060071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1377/1334/320/P8060071.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy as friends just a year ago. For whatever reason things started out as, I'm really grateful that it did happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, almost a year later, we are together into 7 months of happiness and love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm blessed:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14661348-115405256637296408?l=ticklepdink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ticklepdink.blogspot.com/feeds/115405256637296408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14661348&amp;postID=115405256637296408' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14661348/posts/default/115405256637296408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14661348/posts/default/115405256637296408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ticklepdink.blogspot.com/2006/07/how-it-all-began.html' title='How it all began?'/><author><name>clara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01600747876859690189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14661348.post-114836529750325892</id><published>2006-05-23T14:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T14:21:37.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing you</title><content type='html'>I miss my boyfriend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14661348-114836529750325892?l=ticklepdink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ticklepdink.blogspot.com/feeds/114836529750325892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14661348&amp;postID=114836529750325892' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14661348/posts/default/114836529750325892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14661348/posts/default/114836529750325892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ticklepdink.blogspot.com/2006/05/missing-you.html' title='Missing you'/><author><name>clara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01600747876859690189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14661348.post-114716531795079948</id><published>2006-05-09T16:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T17:01:58.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zoo trip! *finally</title><content type='html'>Have you been to the zoo recently? Cos you should really go there! The place has totally evolved to something so foreign, maybe for the fact that the last time i went there was during primary school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Thursday, Shannon and I finally did some real outing. Armed with his free tickets, 6 egg mayo sandwiches that we made and camera, we headed to the zoo. It felt really nice and comfortable there, probably like what he says, 'it's a place i call home.' :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here are some pictures to tell you how it all went. &lt;br /&gt;*steph, i think yr zoo pictures are still nicer, just that mine got Shannon in it!!!! hehe. so i love mine too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1377/1334/1600/collage21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1377/1334/320/collage21.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy Bins of the Zoo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1377/1334/1600/P5030190.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1377/1334/320/P5030190.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Excited couple&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1377/1334/1600/collage22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1377/1334/320/collage22.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1377/1334/1600/collage24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1377/1334/320/collage24.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1377/1334/1600/P5030322.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1377/1334/200/P5030322.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was initially so scared of this animal cos there were so many in the fragile forest compound. But thought it was the sweetest:) It just grabbed my finger out of the blue!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1377/1334/1600/collage25.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1377/1334/320/collage25.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1377/1334/1600/P5030231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1377/1334/320/P5030231.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Animal of the day!!! This small little creature in the photo was just aboslutely hilarious. It was trying to eat this orange, and 'open' it by tossing it up into the air and crashing it to the floor. &lt;br /&gt;A total joy to watch:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say the zoo is a recommended place for all couples to go!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14661348-114716531795079948?l=ticklepdink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ticklepdink.blogspot.com/feeds/114716531795079948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14661348&amp;postID=114716531795079948' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14661348/posts/default/114716531795079948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14661348/posts/default/114716531795079948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ticklepdink.blogspot.com/2006/05/zoo-trip-finally.html' title='Zoo trip! *finally'/><author><name>clara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01600747876859690189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14661348.post-114636923835546664</id><published>2006-04-30T11:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T11:53:58.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Academic refresh</title><content type='html'>Sigh. My results are awfully bad this term. And i must say that it's a rude shock to me. When i get the breakdown for each course, i realise that it's like exceptionally good throughout, just that it's awfully bad at the exam. The very last hurdle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really really disappointed. All the As that i were hoping for. Gone at the very end. &lt;br /&gt;Oh well, maybe it's a rude awakening call. But it also states the problematic area of my falling grades. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly i feel a solid change in my attitude. For once, i feel so anxious when i see my results. Not that i didn't feel so last time. But it's like now, when i see my grades, I really want to know the reason behind it. Why is it like this? I feel very disappointed when my grades do not tally with the effort placed in it. I guess maybe one could say i'm getting hungry now. No longer the very satisfied clara of which anything will do. I do hope that i score awfully well next term, and pull up my bad gpa to a pleasant one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll definitely work harder and SMARTER next term. I know what i'm missing out in studies and will work towards that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14661348-114636923835546664?l=ticklepdink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ticklepdink.blogspot.com/feeds/114636923835546664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14661348&amp;postID=114636923835546664' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14661348/posts/default/114636923835546664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14661348/posts/default/114636923835546664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ticklepdink.blogspot.com/2006/04/academic-refresh.html' title='Academic refresh'/><author><name>clara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01600747876859690189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14661348.post-114528524784134495</id><published>2006-04-17T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T22:47:28.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 more to go!</title><content type='html'>I haven't gotten any reply from Bloomberg:( *sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, tomorrow's my last paper!!!! Enterprise Integration. And it's open book but i don't think it'll be equivalent to an easier paper. Taking a break from its preparation. I have pressure in studying it.. hehe cos my darling's my TA(Teaching Assistant). But i feel it's overall good pressure. This time round, my whole term has been so motivated with him scoring As and him raraing me on all the way. The cheering on has not been simply verbal, but accompliment with vcd breaks, late nights, and loads of sweet treats.. plus a beautiful beautiful tulip. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been the one of the most gorgeous flower i have seen. Check her out. She looks like a pink cloth with purple batik print right in the middle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1377/1334/1600/collage19.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1377/1334/320/collage19.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say my darling has good taste... doesn't he? &lt;br /&gt;No wonder he chose me! &lt;br /&gt;heheheHEHEHE. kk, fine *sorry*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh exam stress is finally going to end.. Yippie!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Then there will come Web Sudoku, more desert treats, my bintan day trip, shopping!!!&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls, hang in there. We'll go out real soon!&lt;br /&gt;And my dear too, thanks for everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14661348-114528524784134495?l=ticklepdink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ticklepdink.blogspot.com/feeds/114528524784134495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14661348&amp;postID=114528524784134495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14661348/posts/default/114528524784134495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14661348/posts/default/114528524784134495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ticklepdink.blogspot.com/2006/04/1-more-to-go.html' title='1 more to go!'/><author><name>clara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01600747876859690189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14661348.post-114430173995307291</id><published>2006-04-06T13:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T13:35:39.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Internship fever</title><content type='html'>I applied for a global technical support position at Bloomberg and really really hope i get it. A lady, Patricia just called me from there, requesting for a phone interview at 9am tmr!!!!! 9am.. that's early:( I hope i don't get all the jitters and repeat myself over the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A phone is better than a face right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on clara, you can do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want this internship. Badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want my $1800 pay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14661348-114430173995307291?l=ticklepdink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ticklepdink.blogspot.com/feeds/114430173995307291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14661348&amp;postID=114430173995307291' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14661348/posts/default/114430173995307291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14661348/posts/default/114430173995307291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ticklepdink.blogspot.com/2006/04/internship-fever.html' title='Internship fever'/><author><name>clara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01600747876859690189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14661348.post-114338735489676968</id><published>2006-03-26T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T23:35:54.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3rd month note</title><content type='html'>3 months together. What can i say about it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been the most awesome 3 months i have ever experienced. &lt;br /&gt;You brought in surprises, good food, cheap thrills all into my life.&lt;br /&gt;And not forgetting real love.&lt;br /&gt;For the past days, you have been a true friend and companion.&lt;br /&gt;Whenever i was bored, hungry or just wanted to talk, i knew who i could call.&lt;br /&gt;The encouragement you give me is absolutely invaluable. &lt;br /&gt;I now view everything differently, of which i can achieve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going are the days where i feel lonely and depressed.&lt;br /&gt;Now you tell me that everything you do involves me.&lt;br /&gt;In my life, it involves you too.&lt;br /&gt;You have become someone i really love.&lt;br /&gt;Someone whom i want to stay in a cliff house with.&lt;br /&gt;View the various art galleries and sit on a horse carriage along the streets of europe.&lt;br /&gt;Have a cup of coffee and enjoy the simplicities of life.&lt;br /&gt;I want to build a nest together with you. Your shophouse it shall be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many things i want to do with you.&lt;br /&gt;There are no days where i feel i see you too much.&lt;br /&gt;Enough is never a word of how i feel towards us.&lt;br /&gt;We still have so much to accomplish together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As your partner, friend and girl.&lt;br /&gt;I wish to abolish all doubts and sad views you have.&lt;br /&gt;To give you happier days i shall work to.&lt;br /&gt;To show you how beautiful love can be.&lt;br /&gt;And that whatever happens around you, may not be unto you.&lt;br /&gt;In our relationship, i love no other.&lt;br /&gt;I only see a future with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for everything my dear.&lt;br /&gt;Here's wishing us a Happy 3month Anni.&lt;br /&gt;And many more to come:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14661348-114338735489676968?l=ticklepdink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ticklepdink.blogspot.com/feeds/114338735489676968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14661348&amp;postID=114338735489676968' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14661348/posts/default/114338735489676968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14661348/posts/default/114338735489676968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ticklepdink.blogspot.com/2006/03/3rd-month-note.html' title='3rd month note'/><author><name>clara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01600747876859690189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14661348.post-114240689247869338</id><published>2006-03-15T14:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T15:16:31.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Car love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1377/1334/1600/P3150011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1377/1334/320/P3150011.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we bid our farewell to our dear humble &lt;em&gt;Soluna&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;She has been such a darling to this family &lt;br /&gt;Serving her job dutifully for these 5 years &lt;br /&gt;And even going an extra mile&lt;br /&gt;To the family, we will definitely miss her&lt;br /&gt;To Papa and i, we will be eternally grateful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But with that departure comes an arrival&lt;br /&gt;As much as papa and i are not used to it yet&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure 'she will serve my family as well, if not better'&lt;br /&gt;Looking at her now, i think i made the right choice in colour&lt;br /&gt;As she exudes this tinge of grandeur amongst the silvers and golds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1377/1334/1600/P3150015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1377/1334/400/P3150015.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With this latest addition to our family &lt;br /&gt;It's a day of excitement for all of us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me&lt;br /&gt;It is a very significant day for me&lt;br /&gt;Where i clutch my very own bunch of car keys.&lt;br /&gt;Hehe. *HAPPY*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1377/1334/1600/P3150018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1377/1334/320/P3150018.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wheeeeeeeeeee.. hoping to drive my dear and everyone else out someday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14661348-114240689247869338?l=ticklepdink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ticklepdink.blogspot.com/feeds/114240689247869338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14661348&amp;postID=114240689247869338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14661348/posts/default/114240689247869338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14661348/posts/default/114240689247869338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ticklepdink.blogspot.com/2006/03/car-love.html' title='Car &lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt;'/><author><name>clara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01600747876859690189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14661348.post-114226606585325733</id><published>2006-03-13T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T00:07:47.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girlies Avenue</title><content type='html'>Jess's invitation to build a house on Girlies Avenue was a real treat *Super fun* Creating a home of which I would love to live in, together with beds of flowers and mushrooms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And definitely not forgetting my Shannon dearie. Hehe. There he is, in the drawing too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1377/1334/1600/my%20house.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1377/1334/400/my%20house.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a personality test and this was what it said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Based on the drawing and the 10 answers they gave this is a summary of their personality:&lt;br /&gt;Your house tells the world that you ought to be a leader. You are a freedom lover and a strong person. You are shy and reserved. If you've drawn a cross on each of windows, you always want to live alone. Once you have a problem, you need a friend with you. son. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will avoid being alone and seek the company of others whenever possible. You love excitement and create it wherever you go. You see the world as it is, not as you believe it should be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You added a flower into your drawing. The flower signifies that you long for love. It also safe to say that others don't see you as a flirt. You don't think much about yourself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14661348-114226606585325733?l=ticklepdink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ticklepdink.blogspot.com/feeds/114226606585325733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14661348&amp;postID=114226606585325733' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14661348/posts/default/114226606585325733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14661348/posts/default/114226606585325733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ticklepdink.blogspot.com/2006/03/girlies-avenue.html' title='Girlies Avenue'/><author><name>clara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01600747876859690189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14661348.post-113967671675073000</id><published>2006-02-11T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T18:18:35.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My apologies for the absence so very long. It has been an awfully busy period for me.&lt;br /&gt;I have got so much things to say. how to start...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;School&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just 3 months and it has been crazily packed with activities. But that definitely includes me happily volunteering for some:( hehe. anyway, i can't say it has been all work. Despite one awfully sick period, i helped min in patron's as a walkie talkie person where people's rantings could be evesdropped by me. muahahaha. so quite fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next, involvement in SMU's SISS committee has been so far very fulfilling. Being named as the advertising and promotions manager, i feel really priviledged to be in a team of potentials and enthusiasts. Besides, i got to become part of the committee of the SIN bash organized by SMU's SIS, and NTU's School of computing. The outcome was not too bad.. but guess it could have been better. Anyway, it was a really invaluable and fun first-time experience&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1377/1334/1600/collage18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1377/1334/320/collage18.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1377/1334/1600/P2180098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1377/1334/200/P2180098.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then now, there are the midterms. So happy, finishing touch and negotiation are gone gone. But here comes my stats exam this fri.. sigh. hehe but after the exam, i'm going for a mani with the girls. Guess it would be fun! An event that we signed up in school. my first mani!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now what i truly look forward to school, is not the work but everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;Especially you:) &lt;br /&gt;And definitely not forgetting my darling girls too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;Strong&gt;Events&lt;/Strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My first official date&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 28th of Jan, we could finally take a break out from school and go for a proper mini date at night. You planned everything, and finally it wasn't dinner at the kopitiams. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Docked in the beautiful brown dress that you gave to me on our first month anni, off we went for our first date. Dinner was at The Big Fish at siglap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1377/1334/1600/collage17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1377/1334/320/collage17.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Valentine's Day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next on the list is the very recent Valentine's day:) hehe a day full of love and smiles. This day has been mostly spent with my good friends, however, this time round, it is different. i got to spend it with someone truly special. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though we spent that day being together manning the booth and later rushing off to different directions. It still felt like a day of love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i came for my morning class, i saw this girl come in with a beautiful purple bouquet of lilies. Boy were the girls envious. Not excluding me.&lt;br /&gt;She sat behind me, and said &lt;em&gt;clara, they are yours&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can i say, you are totally sweet. You left house at an early 645 to rush over to the florist despite the tired work load of yours. Lilies, my all time favourite complimented with very beautiful small flowers that all of us were thinking of its reality. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you dearie for everything. It's so tragic that i had an exam the day after.&lt;br /&gt;I love you, truly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1377/1334/1600/P2140001.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1377/1334/200/P2140001.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1377/1334/1600/P2180074.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1377/1334/320/P2180074.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have got so much things to update on. These are the only the first few. &lt;br /&gt;More to come! Sorry girls!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14661348-113967671675073000?l=ticklepdink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ticklepdink.blogspot.com/feeds/113967671675073000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14661348&amp;postID=113967671675073000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14661348/posts/default/113967671675073000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14661348/posts/default/113967671675073000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ticklepdink.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-apologies-for-absence-so-very-long.html' title=''/><author><name>clara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01600747876859690189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14661348.post-113567386266683212</id><published>2005-12-27T16:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T16:57:42.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness again!</title><content type='html'>On the merriest night of the year, we exchanged both gifts and feelings. Over the past few days, I’ve received the most beautiful surprises. Every gift was to its finest details and never failed to make me feel real special. &lt;br /&gt;Surreal you say… I agree. We knew each other since last year but only this term for the better. This school term you have made me the angriest girl and the happiest girl alive. Now, I’m so going to see you everyday next term and many more terms to come… but I know I won’t be bored of you. Out of three brothers, I’ve got the youngest and most playful one. Somehow, I think I’m quite screwed.&lt;br /&gt;To many happy days, full of love, food, surprises, fun, hugs and laughter, here’s to you, Shannon! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1377/1334/1600/collage15.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1377/1334/320/collage15.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: I sincerely apologise for all that misery I’ve caused you to have. I don’t know what I have done to deserve someone like you. For all that 4 years, you have been my constant source of sunshine. Maybe our paths were destined to start and end like this. It was a route with so much tears and laughter, I’ve no regrets taking. I hope you find your happiness soon. I’m now starting this new journey, of which I think is right. &lt;br /&gt;No matter what happens, I will always be here for you. Thank you for everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14661348-113567386266683212?l=ticklepdink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ticklepdink.blogspot.com/feeds/113567386266683212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14661348&amp;postID=113567386266683212' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14661348/posts/default/113567386266683212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14661348/posts/default/113567386266683212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ticklepdink.blogspot.com/2005/12/happiness-again.html' title='Happiness again!'/><author><name>clara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01600747876859690189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14661348.post-113448691382518642</id><published>2005-12-13T23:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T00:02:37.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ching-a-ling-a-ling!</title><content type='html'>AhhHh. finally the holidays are here and i hear the christmas bells jingling away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i've got back my grades. Feeling really unsatisfied with them, except for Managerial Accounting, of which i had the most gruelling experience with. &lt;br /&gt;I really have got to buck up next term. Cubicles shall be my best bud!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been so into beads recently. I just make pairs each time i go back with purchases of them. Beads are the thing that revitalises my creative juices once again!!!! I didn't know i had so much of them until i met &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;.... hehe. &lt;br /&gt;What simple atoms of gems they can be. &lt;em&gt;Just limited by one's creativity&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1377/1334/1600/collage13.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1377/1334/400/collage13.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first batch of darlings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1377/1334/1600/collage12.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1377/1334/400/collage12.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My second batch!! and many more to come...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday i'll be leaving off to taiwan and will return just in time for log cakes:) Wheeee i can't wait!! *drools at the brochure* i'll be visiting xxl's chicken hometown - Shilin night market, then there's smelly tofu!! ooh watch me eat that. then there's hot springs, more night markets - Sin Jiao and Fong Jia.. dunno what they are. But it states here BARGAINS! YIPpIIEEEEeee!!!! Taiwan! here i come!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't really made my trip down to the zoo but it'll be so on the last weekend before school starts if nothing crops up!! YEAH YEAH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't been online for quite a while. So if you are popping by, please play with schloopy. Poor girl. I think she's lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope to catch up with everyone before school starts!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss everyone.. abby included:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14661348-113448691382518642?l=ticklepdink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ticklepdink.blogspot.com/feeds/113448691382518642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14661348&amp;postID=113448691382518642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14661348/posts/default/113448691382518642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14661348/posts/default/113448691382518642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ticklepdink.blogspot.com/2005/12/ching-ling-ling.html' title='Ching-a-ling-a-ling!'/><author><name>clara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01600747876859690189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14661348.post-113342266089792067</id><published>2005-12-01T15:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T15:38:06.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YippiE</title><content type='html'>AhhhHH last day before exams end. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today will be my last day of the year, staying in the library till the 'closing time' song plays. An eerily enjoyable tune to which i look foward to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This studying period has been most enjoyable.. amidst the stress, i had...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. 2 sakae sushi buffets &lt;br /&gt;2. a homecoming of my best friend&lt;br /&gt;3. many mugging companions &lt;br /&gt;4. lots of brownies (YUMMIE!)&lt;br /&gt;5. many specky days&lt;br /&gt;6. crazy getaway plans with the girls.. thailand, sushi-making days, hotel stayovers&lt;br /&gt;7. my hair braided after lunch in subway *many thanks to gracia and arvin*&lt;br /&gt;8. become a pest in the eyes of my seniors and prof&lt;br /&gt;9. fell in love with the library cubicles&lt;br /&gt;10.received more family support than i could ever imagine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after all this, i say byeee to my 1st term in 2nd year uni. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;networking is horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't wait to go to the zoo!!!! to see all the monkeys and hippos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14661348-113342266089792067?l=ticklepdink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ticklepdink.blogspot.com/feeds/113342266089792067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14661348&amp;postID=113342266089792067' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14661348/posts/default/113342266089792067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14661348/posts/default/113342266089792067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ticklepdink.blogspot.com/2005/12/yippie.html' title='YippiE'/><author><name>clara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01600747876859690189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14661348.post-113242478219679517</id><published>2005-11-20T02:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T02:28:15.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A chance</title><content type='html'>Sitting in the bus, on the way home from dinner, my mind starts to swell with a mixture of emotions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How lucky can we get. Being able to sit on the bus together, as a family once more. With my brother leaning his head onto your shoulder and my parents opposite you chatting away. It wasn’t something I appreciated before. A bus trip… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To others: A daily affair. &lt;br /&gt;To me: A life renewed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just 3 days ago, last Thursday, due to my act of forgetfulness, my daddy decided to give me a lift home to grab my stuff. The weather was not very forgiving. Pouring away… But yet, we didn’t make it back home that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tree fell atop our car. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a perfect concoction of situations. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting next to my dad then, I had to go to the back passenger’s seat to get out. My father had to force open his door. The scene was horrible. When we got out, we realized that our car was entirely buried by the tree. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tree was awfully huge. But luckily, my dad was driving in the 2nd lane and not the 1st. Other than that, if we did go slightly faster, we could have lost our lives, for the fact that the car bonnet was totally dented, but the other parts of the car were quite alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t really define what I was actually thinking at that point in time. All I remember was me feeling awfully sorry towards my dad for if I didn’t forget my bag, this wouldn’t have happened. Yet, I was really so thankful that he and I could walk out through this whole accident without a scratch or bruise. &lt;br /&gt;The word ‘thankful’ is a total understatement. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad portrayed his love in so many ways that day. &lt;br /&gt;When I forgot something, he volunteered to drive me back.&lt;br /&gt;When this happened, he reassured me saying that this was all fate.&lt;br /&gt;When I called the police, and help was on its way, he whisked me back home in cab.&lt;br /&gt;When I came home, he called me and said ‘go to school worry-free and relax’.&lt;br /&gt;When school ended and I returned home, he said ‘luckily, I was there with you’. &lt;br /&gt;What can I say? I just gave him a hug. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, sitting on this bus ride makes me realize my priorities in life. My family. &lt;br /&gt;I guess I do understand the statement ‘until you lose it, then you appreciate it’, much better now. But in my case, I learn that no way am I ever going to wait till I lose it. Life is so awfully vulnerable. The very fact that my dad and I could have lost our lives that very moment just gives me a new vision towards life.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would I do without my dad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you dad.    &lt;br /&gt;I love my family.&lt;br /&gt;I love all of you out there:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for giving me this chance. &lt;br /&gt;To live. Once more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14661348-113242478219679517?l=ticklepdink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ticklepdink.blogspot.com/feeds/113242478219679517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14661348&amp;postID=113242478219679517' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14661348/posts/default/113242478219679517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14661348/posts/default/113242478219679517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ticklepdink.blogspot.com/2005/11/chance.html' title='A chance'/><author><name>clara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01600747876859690189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14661348.post-113181713261282483</id><published>2005-11-13T00:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T01:38:52.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twenteen</title><content type='html'>It's officially 9 days since i've turned 20 and now then i decided to post an entry on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my birthday itself, i decided to go on a diet when i didn't feel hungry sitting in subway. So i ordered myself a diet snapple. However, my mouth couldn't resist the knowledge of this huge nice brownie which only costs $1.50 from a bakery nearby, so i got myself one. Later i rushed back for my CAT meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of the library, there my dear Shupin brought me the happiest and warmest brownie, tucked together with Ben &amp; Jerry's vanilla ice cream. Regards to darling cake too:) There, even after almost finishing the earlier brownie, i walloped up 3 quarters of it! haha. In the midst where everyone around was burried in books and laptop, there i was enjoying the heavenly bites of my birthday brownie. &lt;br /&gt;*love you girls* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, went for photoshoot with the guys. And there, a blackforest cake evolved amongst the cheers and secrecy. Hahaha, the cake was for Adrian (upcoming birthday boy) and I. They were so sweet! They actually knew. &lt;br /&gt;*really looking forward to working with them*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1377/1334/1600/PB040036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1377/1334/320/PB040036.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1377/1334/1600/PB040040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1377/1334/320/PB040040.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After finishing everything at almost 6 plus, i left for dinner at home. *awfully tired* but what greeted me when i opened the door was this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1377/1334/1600/PB040048.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1377/1334/320/PB040048.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1377/1334/1600/PB040050.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1377/1334/320/PB040050.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1377/1334/1600/PB040053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1377/1334/320/PB040053.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MY GOODNESS!!! *jaws drop*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin! you are the sweetest:) Though you were in aussie partying away, you still sent me these!!! It's no wonder you are a girl magnet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, thanks to everyone, i had a simple yet very happy birthday.&lt;br /&gt;Love you people:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy sweet twenty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14661348-113181713261282483?l=ticklepdink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ticklepdink.blogspot.com/feeds/113181713261282483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14661348&amp;postID=113181713261282483' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14661348/posts/default/113181713261282483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14661348/posts/default/113181713261282483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ticklepdink.blogspot.com/2005/11/twenteen.html' title='Twenteen'/><author><name>clara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01600747876859690189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14661348.post-113133370145280720</id><published>2005-11-07T10:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T01:40:45.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween even better.</title><content type='html'>Halloween last mon was seriously &lt;strong&gt;AWESOME&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went out to far east the day before to find whatever scraps of clothes we could get our hands on, for our outfits. The last minute shopping was quite good, in getting ownership of a beautiful top and a pair of funky stockings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the day itself, Gracia got her aunt to be our make up artists. So we were ensured of looking good throughout the night. Even Darrell looked seriously good *thought he looked really scary* .Agreed hands down that aunt angie sure did a great job in making we all happy girls solemn and scary. My darlings; Gracia, Yue Min and Jess sure did portray a different side of them. Haha. Even I was trying very hard to be as scary as they were. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1377/1334/1600/collage6.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1377/1334/400/collage6.3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1377/1334/1600/IMG_4355.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1377/1334/320/IMG_4355.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after getting all of us dolled out. We walked out of school seriously scaring everyone along the way. Haha it was so damn fun. Cos I never really could scare people before. Zouk was our destination but because we were not dressed up as a character, we weren’t allowed in for free. However, queueing up for entry was a huge eye-opener. There were many hilarious and crazy characters. People entered zouk as tables, mad doctors, boar, dragon, French maids, fairies and uncountable more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1377/1334/1600/collage8.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1377/1334/400/collage8.2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1377/1334/1600/IMG_4405.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1377/1334/320/IMG_4405.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Energiser battery (Biao), Me and Energiser bunny (Kev). hehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1377/1334/1600/collage10.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1377/1334/400/collage10.2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling slightly depressed for having quite some time wasted at Zouk, we decided to head off to Chinablack. There, I saw Mark at the main entrance! Hehe. And his friend was such a dear, selling us really cheap tickets at $10 each. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a reasonable crowd in Chinablack. Not too packed, just nice. There, I had my first bottle of beer, though poor Darrell had to help me finish it… and my second bottle too Anyway, having him and the girls was really super fun. From the dance floor, we went up to the podium!! And I swear it’s our makeup being the reason for our boldness. Never have I been that mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1377/1334/1600/collage11.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1377/1334/400/collage11.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; After leaving that place at around 5am, all of us went to Breko at Holland V for supper cum breakfast. We stayed until nearly 7am, whereby our exhaustiveness finally came over us. Gracia went back to wash up and head off to school again. Yuemin and Darrell left for home. I went to nap in preparation for my committee photoshoot later at 11.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An awesome fun black day of which a busy new day follows after...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1377/1334/1600/IMG_4443.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1377/1334/320/IMG_4443.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally I see a &lt;strong&gt;dark&lt;/strong&gt; me. Of which I never knew its existence. &lt;br /&gt;What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my dearies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1377/1334/1600/IMG_4360.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1377/1334/320/IMG_4360.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14661348-113133370145280720?l=ticklepdink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ticklepdink.blogspot.com/feeds/113133370145280720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14661348&amp;postID=113133370145280720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14661348/posts/default/113133370145280720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14661348/posts/default/113133370145280720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ticklepdink.blogspot.com/2005/11/halloween-even-better.html' title='Halloween even better.'/><author><name>clara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01600747876859690189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14661348.post-113033978570833550</id><published>2005-10-26T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T23:16:25.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm not sure what is it. I think it's loneliness. The feeling of depression is starting to set in amidst the mountains of jobs enlisted to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Things i'm counting on to cheer me up&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My SE Group (pls take note: my group not project)&lt;br /&gt;2. Photo-taking of the Committee&lt;br /&gt;3. Halloween party at Zouk with the girls&lt;br /&gt;4. Awfully Chocolaty Brownies&lt;br /&gt;5. Downright Sinful Cakes&lt;br /&gt;6. ChocChip/Raisin/Oatmeal/M&amp;M/Nuts Cookies&lt;br /&gt;7. ICE CREAM!!!!! (Ben and Jerry's Cookie Dough pls)&lt;br /&gt;8. Sight of familiar friendly faces &lt;br /&gt;9. Faster fringe growth&lt;br /&gt;10. A nice Friday next wk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling sad. But the feeling feels foreign. &lt;br /&gt;I bet it won't last long.... &lt;br /&gt;I hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14661348-113033978570833550?l=ticklepdink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ticklepdink.blogspot.com/feeds/113033978570833550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14661348&amp;postID=113033978570833550' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14661348/posts/default/113033978570833550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14661348/posts/default/113033978570833550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ticklepdink.blogspot.com/2005/10/im-not-sure-what-is-it.html' title=''/><author><name>clara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01600747876859690189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14661348.post-113032152054126757</id><published>2005-10-26T17:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T18:12:00.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm just sitting in the student's lounge now. Plugged on to my ear plugs, happy with my committee members, yet fretting over my freshly cut fringe. Haha. Just out of the blue this morn, i just thought of getting a change. So without any thought, headed off to my favourite hairdresser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i'm feeling good cos i can really see everything in clear view, but yet having slight frets over my look in the upcoming photoshoot. haha. Vain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, right now, i'm the marketing head of my school's committee. Yesterday, we had an awfully long meeting starting at 7 till a horrid 1130pm. And i can foresee many more to come. I'm just so glad cake's in this with me. hehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got to settle the photos of my committee for the upcoming investiture event. There's my still managerial accounting report. My ever hopeful software engineering group. And my dear Cat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very sure i can tide it all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14661348-113032152054126757?l=ticklepdink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ticklepdink.blogspot.com/feeds/113032152054126757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14661348&amp;postID=113032152054126757' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14661348/posts/default/113032152054126757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14661348/posts/default/113032152054126757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ticklepdink.blogspot.com/2005/10/im-just-sitting-in-students-lounge-now.html' title=''/><author><name>clara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01600747876859690189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14661348.post-112909778688365606</id><published>2005-10-12T13:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T11:04:15.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sheesha</title><content type='html'>Sadly in the end, I didn't go for Shane's friend's club opening nor did i go indochine to support Leonard. The thought of $18 entry fee dismayed my thoughts of chilling out.. just spent my friday night sleeping at 11. Woke happy the following day, to see a text that Leonard's band had won the competition. It was some inter-varsity thing i think. hahahah. GOOD JOB WELL DONE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1377/1334/1600/PA0800421.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1377/1334/320/PA0800421.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1377/1334/1600/collage42.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1377/1334/320/collage42.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, went out with papa and colin to walk the streets, and headed down for dinner to my uncle's club. Next, met up with my software engin. group.. but this time not for a meeting but rather a time to chill-out. Shupin organized this outing.. so Arab Street was decided upon as our destination and the purpose to be was to smoke sheesha!!! hahaha my first time, and so was Cake's and Iwan's. Everyone looked like DRAGONS.. puffing out clouds of smoke, which was of mix grape, coke and ice flavour. Not too bad.. quite fun. Initially i was paranoid about my parents finding out about it. So like no photos and stuff. But in the end i told them during dinner time where the whole family was there. And this was how the chat went...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: mama, do you know what sheesha is?&lt;br /&gt;Mama: i don't.&lt;br /&gt;Me: it's this indian pipe like thing. Big pipe!&lt;br /&gt;Mama: OH! i know what it is!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Me: you do??? remember that day when i said i was going to arab street with some &lt;br /&gt;    friends? I went to smoke that for the first time!&lt;br /&gt;Mama: OH! it's a smoking thing?? I thought it was some musical instrument.&lt;br /&gt;Me: ................... (silence and stoned) *thinks i'm in for dooms day*&lt;br /&gt;Mama: i remember last time, i used to put stuff into my grandfather's pipe whenever &lt;br /&gt;      he wants to smoke........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaa. Such family conversations. it just makes me wanna tell them every single thing about myself. I simple adore my parents:) The very ones who encourage me to go clubbing for my first time. Aint i priviledged?... I really think i am. &lt;br /&gt;*muacks to them*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14661348-112909778688365606?l=ticklepdink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ticklepdink.blogspot.com/feeds/112909778688365606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14661348&amp;postID=112909778688365606' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14661348/posts/default/112909778688365606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14661348/posts/default/112909778688365606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ticklepdink.blogspot.com/2005/10/sheesha.html' title='Sheesha'/><author><name>clara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01600747876859690189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14661348.post-112864621790633520</id><published>2005-10-07T08:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T09:07:14.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Quidam!!!! It's so awfully good. I caught it with Kev's family on Weds night. It was our first circus show, and i tell you, it's worth every single penny. Although it was equivalent to a movie duration, it didn't feel that short at all. At first, $100 for a ticket was quite a big hoo-ha to us, that we almost thought of backing out. But after walking out of that tent, kev and i felt that we paid for much more than we demanded for. We will defintely be saying our 'Hellos' to future Cirque Du Soleil Shows. &lt;br /&gt;Walking into that tent just feels like entering another world. A world where people can fly, music that can touch ever nerve in you. The break from reality. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Magical.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later when i came back, it was around 11 plus. Got a vcd of quidam for shiyan. Cos he wanted to go watch quidam, and i was supposed to watch it with him. Felt so bad, so decided the vcd shall be my farewell gift to him. Met him at the void till around 1. Just barely 1 day since we last met the night before, and i'm starting to feel the vibes of missing him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dear neighbour since police-and-thief days. I'm definitely gonna miss you. You were 1 of my bestest friends. Always felt close yet carefree whenever you were around. Come home soon ya. Can't wait for dec to come... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sentosa you shall be in.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will fill you in more about tmr ya? Exams just ended this morn. Paper was pretty alright. Tmr will be a fun day of celebration at night. hehe. Firstly, got invited to Shane's friend's pub opening. So will be there with the girls and Shane. Next, maybe cake and i will head down to Leonard's band performing at indochine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though in the day, i'll be having SE project meeting after class, it's something that i look forward to most of the time. My SE group is such a lovely bunch to be with. There's cake, shupz, leonard, shihui and iwan. Not very good programmers we may be, but great friends we will be. You guys place so much fun even in the most stress times. Bonding is something that we excel in, and i'm sure to take so much more than grades after this project ends. Simply love you guys to the max.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will bring my cammie down tmr, and try snap many photos for everyone to see ya?&lt;br /&gt;Till then.. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14661348-112864621790633520?l=ticklepdink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ticklepdink.blogspot.com/feeds/112864621790633520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14661348&amp;postID=112864621790633520' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14661348/posts/default/112864621790633520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14661348/posts/default/112864621790633520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ticklepdink.blogspot.com/2005/10/quidam-its-so-awfully-good.html' title=''/><author><name>clara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01600747876859690189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14661348.post-112726843153162446</id><published>2005-09-21T09:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T09:08:33.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful Housewarming</title><content type='html'>Kevin's housewarming was a success from the start. It looked just like anyone's dream holiday suite to be in. Even if no one turned up, i would still think of it as beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though it started at 3, i came at an awful late 4.30 but because of a happy reason. Helen came dropping by to say hi cos it was her first day off. I miss her. So she bummed around for a while, and later left taking away mooncakes, makeup, many plastic bags, etc. haha. She sure made my mom very happy, and nick bored cos i came in soo late. grin. *sorry nick*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The minute i stepped into the house with Darren, we were first greeted with such familiar faces of our classmates. Just like a normal scene all the time, they were crowded around the ever friendly mahjong table. Plus, it was the first time i saw Trudy after such a long while! Later, i saw his best friends playing x-box and then there was Clarence and Jen at the pool room. Everyone was definitely kept occupied with the many activities available. It seemed like a reunion of many friends in a clubhouse. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1377/1334/1600/P9180063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1377/1334/400/P9180063.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1377/1334/1600/collage1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1377/1334/320/collage1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1377/1334/1600/P91800781.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1377/1334/400/P91800781.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there was the prata man doing his cooking. He was our chef for the night! Thompson Prata man!!!! How good could the party get. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1377/1334/1600/collage13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1377/1334/320/collage13.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a gleeful gathering filled with good food and even better company. I realised that kev's friends were mostly my friends too. &lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, the world seemed so small...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great party kev:) thanks for the invitation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The start of many better days to come.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14661348-112726843153162446?l=ticklepdink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ticklepdink.blogspot.com/feeds/112726843153162446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14661348&amp;postID=112726843153162446' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14661348/posts/default/112726843153162446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14661348/posts/default/112726843153162446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ticklepdink.blogspot.com/2005/09/beautiful-housewarming.html' title='Beautiful Housewarming'/><author><name>clara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01600747876859690189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14661348.post-112650574212901963</id><published>2005-09-12T13:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T14:52:31.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Singlehood relived...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;1 phrase&lt;/strong&gt; from him was all it took for me to set me thinking hard. to make myself crumble. totally shattered. and yet know that i was making the right decision. &lt;br /&gt;1 phrase. Simple words, yet so profound. heart-broken. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with that, we end it all. 6 months and 14 days. just like that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a relationship that was 2 months physical and the rest so far apart... so tough. but yet i thought things could have worked out. i thought so. silly me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i just wish that you will be happy. or rather, happier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;afterwhich, a series of unfortunate events took place, of which i shant mention. friends whom i talked to just laughed their heads off. the event was totally uncalled for. anti-climax.. &lt;br /&gt;maybe it was meant to be.. for me to give my first laugh amidst the sobs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't stay at home. i asked my mom for some company. she knew. daddy didn't. but he looked at me and said "clara, you can take the car." i guess subtly, he knew. i'm not very sure. but never did he know that he did a great deal in consolation. &lt;br /&gt;1 phrase and it made me smile. &lt;br /&gt;my first drive without assistance. down town. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i love my parents. Unknowingly, you have been my constant source of support.&lt;br /&gt;To my friends.. kev, shiyan, shupz, gracia, cake, arvin, etc. you have done more than you showed. yr presence and words meant everything to me. thank you for going through all these with me. i love you all.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here i say hello to singlehood. goodbye, ian... &lt;em&gt;my everything once&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1377/1334/1600/Image2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1377/1334/320/Image2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14661348-112650574212901963?l=ticklepdink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ticklepdink.blogspot.com/feeds/112650574212901963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14661348&amp;postID=112650574212901963' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14661348/posts/default/112650574212901963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14661348/posts/default/112650574212901963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ticklepdink.blogspot.com/2005/09/singlehood-relived.html' title='Singlehood relived...'/><author><name>clara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01600747876859690189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14661348.post-112605854544679855</id><published>2005-09-07T10:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T10:02:25.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wake me up when september ends</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Summer has come and passed&lt;br /&gt;The innocent can never last&lt;br /&gt;wake me up when september ends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like my fathers come to pass&lt;br /&gt;seven years has gone so fast&lt;br /&gt;wake me up when september ends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here comes the rain again&lt;br /&gt;falling from the stars&lt;br /&gt;drenched in my pain again&lt;br /&gt;becoming who we are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as my memory rests&lt;br /&gt;but never forgets what I lost&lt;br /&gt;wake me up when september ends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;summer has come and passed&lt;br /&gt;the innocent can never last&lt;br /&gt;wake me up when september ends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ring out the bells again&lt;br /&gt;like we did when spring began&lt;br /&gt;wake me up when september ends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here comes the rain again&lt;br /&gt;falling from the stars&lt;br /&gt;drenched in my pain again&lt;br /&gt;becoming who we are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as my memory rests&lt;br /&gt;but never forgets what I lost&lt;br /&gt;wake me up when september ends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer has come and passed&lt;br /&gt;The innocent can never last&lt;br /&gt;wake me up when september ends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like my father's come to pass&lt;br /&gt;twenty years has gone so fast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wake me up when september ends&lt;br /&gt;wake me up when september ends&lt;br /&gt;wake me up when september ends&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Greenday. Wake me up when september ends.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to follow it..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14661348-112605854544679855?l=ticklepdink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ticklepdink.blogspot.com/feeds/112605854544679855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14661348&amp;postID=112605854544679855' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14661348/posts/default/112605854544679855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14661348/posts/default/112605854544679855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ticklepdink.blogspot.com/2005/09/wake-me-up-when-september-ends.html' title='Wake me up when september ends'/><author><name>clara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01600747876859690189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14661348.post-112573366133109459</id><published>2005-09-03T15:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T15:55:09.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Choice</title><content type='html'>I am tired. Very tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't blame you for anything. &lt;br /&gt;It was inevitable. The choices had to be made sooner or later.&lt;br /&gt;It was just a matter of time that i had to face them.&lt;br /&gt;I just chose not to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will see how things goes.&lt;br /&gt;This relationship still deserves the best from me.&lt;br /&gt;It will receive my all.&lt;br /&gt;Till things reach its epitome, then shall we refer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 months of beautiful memories is just what keeps me crying yet smiling.&lt;br /&gt;No regrets whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To my friends, thank you for being there.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14661348-112573366133109459?l=ticklepdink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ticklepdink.blogspot.com/feeds/112573366133109459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14661348&amp;postID=112573366133109459' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14661348/posts/default/112573366133109459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14661348/posts/default/112573366133109459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ticklepdink.blogspot.com/2005/09/choice.html' title='Choice'/><author><name>clara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01600747876859690189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14661348.post-112549872551152287</id><published>2005-08-31T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T22:32:05.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unknown path</title><content type='html'>It's 15 mins more before we talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea of what's in store for me. For us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it has been so long we've been apart, that everything seems so dreary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it is now time for some good adjustments. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 months of your absence. It hurts really bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now that we need to settle stuff, i only wish they are for the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, no matter what lies ahead, thank you for everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care my dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14661348-112549872551152287?l=ticklepdink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ticklepdink.blogspot.com/feeds/112549872551152287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14661348&amp;postID=112549872551152287' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14661348/posts/default/112549872551152287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14661348/posts/default/112549872551152287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ticklepdink.blogspot.com/2005/08/unknown-path.html' title='&lt;em&gt;Unknown path&lt;/em&gt;'/><author><name>clara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01600747876859690189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14661348.post-112524507311187635</id><published>2005-08-28T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T21:10:44.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to school</title><content type='html'>School has been GREAT for the past 1 week! Just a short period of time and i'm starting to visualize the stress mountain ahead of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This term will be a 4 day week: Mon, Tues and Thurs and Fri. So far, lessons have been pretty interactive and easy to understand... with the exception of 1 class where my dear new prof reads from the book. Her logic is that if she does so, she will not miss out anything. Sigh. I think i'm so dead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My time table is as follows...&lt;br /&gt;Mon: 0830-1145: Computer as an Analysis Tool&lt;br /&gt;Tues: 1200-1515: Networking&lt;br /&gt;Thurs: 0830-1145: Software Engineering&lt;br /&gt;Fri: 0830-1145: Managerial Accounting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, school aside. I have been offered to work at the school's computer helpdesk!!! Grin:) This is like a path i never dreamt i would be into(my friends would all know). Well, it all started out where all smu students got to configure their laptops into the new network at this room called the PC clinic. So i went to do up my configuration and accompany my dear cake who was working there at the same time. As time passed by, i realised that people started asking me how to register and the procedures. haha. So that was the start of my working days. I'm now working at the PC clinic, of which will end this week. And next, i'll be working at the permanent school helpdesk, where people will come with computer problems of various sizes. Oh well, i really hope that i'll be able to solve all you guys' IT worries!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, i'm helping out in a bash planning committee too. Cos the committee were mainly from my school (school of information systems), it was made out of all guys, except maybe for me and 2 other girl. So mostly what we did were to oppose the ideas when it became to skewed to a guy party. Haha. Quite fun being the representatives of the girl population in smu. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm confirm gonna have a fabulous busy term ahead. Looking forward to it!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14661348-112524507311187635?l=ticklepdink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ticklepdink.blogspot.com/feeds/112524507311187635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14661348&amp;postID=112524507311187635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14661348/posts/default/112524507311187635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14661348/posts/default/112524507311187635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ticklepdink.blogspot.com/2005/08/back-to-school.html' title='Back to school'/><author><name>clara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01600747876859690189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14661348.post-112462026020501136</id><published>2005-08-21T17:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-23T21:26:09.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Great friends and an Awesome party!</title><content type='html'>'It's the last week of holidays!' was the reason why i left home to go mohammed sultan with gracia and min. At first i didn't think much of it.. But i guess great company can really change one's mindset. Thank you guys!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1377/1334/1600/IMG_3760.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1377/1334/320/IMG_3760.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darling gracia, min and my new-found friend shane made things all hyped out and really unregretable. First stop was newsroom bar, followed by cheeky monkeys, then zouk. The night was just full of fun and drinks. Thanks to the awfully good drinkers, min and shane, i tried many drinks for the first time. Min is totally great with her drinks!!! She just goes on and on... i think ladies night is meant for her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zouk was fanatically fun with blarring mambo music, familiar faces and hilarious dance moves. A pity that min left us early... the three of us went slightly mad following the classic movements. There were so many people around us, but i think we didn't really care much, we were just in a world of our own. Having happy fun and a totally carefree moment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1377/1334/1600/collage7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1377/1334/400/collage7.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys have been the heart of a great night party. Love you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14661348-112462026020501136?l=ticklepdink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ticklepdink.blogspot.com/feeds/112462026020501136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14661348&amp;postID=112462026020501136' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14661348/posts/default/112462026020501136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14661348/posts/default/112462026020501136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ticklepdink.blogspot.com/2005/08/great-friends-and-awesome-party.html' title='Great friends and an Awesome party!'/><author><name>clara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01600747876859690189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14661348.post-112452495277589650</id><published>2005-08-20T14:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T16:02:32.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell my dearest Helen</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Farewell Helen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helen, the caretaker of my house for 14 long years.&lt;br /&gt;Since i started schooling, you became my alarm clock, cook and friend.&lt;br /&gt;Without you, i wouldn't have enjoyed my home-cooked chicken rice and laksa.&lt;br /&gt;Not forgetting soya bean milk, fish head curry and nasi lemak. *yum yum*&lt;br /&gt;Or the simple delights of filippino deserts like my fav sweet rice thing.&lt;br /&gt;Now that you are 1 street away, how much i miss you:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gone are the times when you would watch Korean shows with me and ask me what's happening.&lt;br /&gt;Or times when an advertisement brings a smile to me, but thundering laughter from you.&lt;br /&gt;Plus moments when i couldn't even hear the tv cos you were shouting on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;Total silence is what fills the house today.&lt;br /&gt;I miss that same noise which i used to complain about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though i hate to see you leave, there's nothing much i can really do.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you are happy in your new place, and that the 2 rabbits there keep you company.&lt;br /&gt;I will drop you a msg or pop by whenever i am free ya.&lt;br /&gt;We all love and will miss you dearly.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for everything, Helen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1377/1334/1600/P8140115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1377/1334/320/P8140115.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aftermath&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now everyone has different roles. I am assigned to be the so very important rice cooker and letter box opener. And papa is the ironing man!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, mom really proved to me how tough it was to be without Helen in the house. She took leave on Tuesday (day after Helen left), and started getting busy with the household chores. From sweeping the floor to washing the clothes, preparing lunch and vacumming, she did not take a single break. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After vacumming the floor, she continued to mop the floor. Then later, i heard lots of laughter and screams of my name. Why?&lt;br /&gt;Cos thanks to her, the mop became a midget:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1377/1334/1600/P8160002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1377/1334/320/P8160002.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good job mom!! and NO, she didn't just stop there.. She carried on tirelessly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1377/1334/1600/P8160003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1377/1334/320/P8160003.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't take it too hard on yourself, mama dear. It isn't a bad change. It's just something that needs time to adapt to. I'm sure we will definitely be able to get through this as a family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14661348-112452495277589650?l=ticklepdink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ticklepdink.blogspot.com/feeds/112452495277589650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14661348&amp;postID=112452495277589650' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14661348/posts/default/112452495277589650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14661348/posts/default/112452495277589650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ticklepdink.blogspot.com/2005/08/farewell-my-dearest-helen.html' title='Farewell my dearest Helen'/><author><name>clara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01600747876859690189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14661348.post-112412095496608436</id><published>2005-08-15T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T23:49:14.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tim and the Chocolate Factory</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1377/1334/1600/collage6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1377/1334/400/collage6.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a day full of happy fun and good food. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch was definitely Seafood platter at Fish &amp; Co's with my male food buddy, TIM!!!! We had been planning this lunch for quite some time already, and today was just the day cos he took some leave from army. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we bought tickets for Charlie and the Chocolate factory:)Haha i insisted on watching that show. *grin*. All that colours and chocolate seemed so happy! And it definitely proved me right. Though tim thought it was quite morbid, I still love it.. and Willy Wonka is COOL!! Love his hair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, was a treat from me: East-side brownie from Cafe Cartel. A simply must-try delectable delight! *calling out to Graciaaaa*   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Herbie is next on my movie list.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14661348-112412095496608436?l=ticklepdink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ticklepdink.blogspot.com/feeds/112412095496608436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14661348&amp;postID=112412095496608436' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14661348/posts/default/112412095496608436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14661348/posts/default/112412095496608436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ticklepdink.blogspot.com/2005/08/tim-and-chocolate-factory.html' title='Tim and the Chocolate Factory'/><author><name>clara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01600747876859690189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14661348.post-112399191856032485</id><published>2005-08-14T11:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T22:28:15.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taiti's not my cup of tea</title><content type='html'>Discovering a submerged kopitiam under the school when we went to school last Fri was the thing that made shupin and i happy from attending a boring IS talk.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1377/1334/1600/P8120097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1377/1334/320/P8120097.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stupid me. Pretty shupz. Extra ron's hp.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness the talk ended exactly 2 hours later, and i headed off to spend some time with mom who took leave. Spent lots of time chatting with her. I seem to be able to tell her everything now. From family matters to relationships. No barrier between us. She's the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went down to the performing arts centre at telok ayer for my routine dance class later. Gracia and i learnt waltz and one whole dance movement. I thought it was thoroughly enjoyable. This teacher makes dance seem really fun. At first i thought it was going to be really tough and i was not going to like it cos she seemed slightly fast-paced and rough. But in the end, it was not to be. I kinda prefer her to si-ling now. But too bad, this was to be her last lesson with us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, gracia and i headed down to holland v. As she ate alot previously the night before, she was determined not to be daunted by the breeko's oreo cheese cake(she claimed to be the best). But luckily, that cake was nowhere to be seen when we were there. So i ordered a double choc brownie and she ordered a ice fruit tea with NO syrup:( what perfect imbalance. Later, we decided to gamble with her poker cards, and the punishment was to be her drink, cos it ended up blandly healthy. I tell you guys.. Gracia's one tai-ti queen! i think she won me 6-2. With all that pleasant smile on her face, i'm warning you, let it NOT fool you over!! *shucks* I should have known:( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1377/1334/1600/collage5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1377/1334/320/collage5.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14661348-112399191856032485?l=ticklepdink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ticklepdink.blogspot.com/feeds/112399191856032485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14661348&amp;postID=112399191856032485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14661348/posts/default/112399191856032485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14661348/posts/default/112399191856032485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ticklepdink.blogspot.com/2005/08/taitis-not-my-cup-of-tea.html' title='Taiti&apos;s not my cup of tea'/><author><name>clara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01600747876859690189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14661348.post-112348722375919374</id><published>2005-08-08T15:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T15:58:10.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunkissed by Orientation</title><content type='html'>Undaunted by 1 weather forecast that stated cloudy, and another, thunderstorm... all of us (freshies and community peeps) flooded the happy Sentosa buses for our orientation event last Sat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, i was worried that things would not turn up as expected.. that i wouldn't be able to make my freshies perked up and involved. Oh well, all those worrying was seriously just on my part. The minute they met, all the chatting erupted. And for once, i felt age coming up. One year ago, i was being introduced to the school, and now, the introduction of SMU and SIS came from me myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun at Sentosa was actually perfect for everyone to be beautifully sunkissed.. complete with the sea and sand that the event promised. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1377/1334/1600/collage4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1377/1334/320/collage4.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A total of 6 games were being played. The last one being the most hands-on... a sandcastle building competition, where some of the most amazing 'castles' were created. I think these people will score an A plus plus for creative thinking. Just look at them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1377/1334/1600/P8060072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1377/1334/320/P8060072.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Castle that will make girls blush. Pretty boys.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1377/1334/1600/P8060091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1377/1334/320/P8060091.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;SMU Castle complete with back door but no exit.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1377/1334/1600/P8060090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1377/1334/320/P8060090.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Intricately crafted Castle. Beautiful.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1377/1334/1600/P8060089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1377/1334/320/P8060089.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sand Toilet Bowl. Perfected with Plastic Flush.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1377/1334/1600/P8060085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1377/1334/320/P8060085.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My group's sexy-ugly-scary-C-cup mermaid, moulded with her sea friends. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My team: 7 guys and a girl. What can i say. The guys sure argueued over their knowledge of cups. C-cup. Perfectly moulded after 30 mins. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1377/1334/1600/P8060069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1377/1334/400/P8060069.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you people:) You guys sure made this orientation mean more than just the sand, sea and sun. See you in school!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14661348-112348722375919374?l=ticklepdink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ticklepdink.blogspot.com/feeds/112348722375919374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14661348&amp;postID=112348722375919374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14661348/posts/default/112348722375919374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14661348/posts/default/112348722375919374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ticklepdink.blogspot.com/2005/08/sunkissed-by-orientation.html' title='Sunkissed by Orientation'/><author><name>clara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01600747876859690189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14661348.post-112282391140883483</id><published>2005-07-31T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T23:31:51.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smoove to the new complex</title><content type='html'>The balloons made everyone pretty hyped up today from a sleepy bus ride from old school to Wisma. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flooding 1 whole road lane with balloons and another lane with Hippo tourist 'SMU' buses, we trooped our way from Wisma to our new school. In the end, our simple walk became a tourist attraction of which people started using our procession as backdrops for their photos. Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1377/1334/1600/smuve.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1377/1334/320/smuve.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the whole walk thing just made my feelings change towards the new campus. It made me visualize awfully exciting new days ahead. All the hustle and bustle during today's smuve and vivace, proved me wrong; that within this new office-like building, there would still be this vibrant school spirit alight. And independent of its environment, united SMU will stay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14661348-112282391140883483?l=ticklepdink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ticklepdink.blogspot.com/feeds/112282391140883483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14661348&amp;postID=112282391140883483' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14661348/posts/default/112282391140883483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14661348/posts/default/112282391140883483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ticklepdink.blogspot.com/2005/07/smoove-to-new-complex.html' title='Smoove to the new complex'/><author><name>clara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01600747876859690189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14661348.post-112274508579700824</id><published>2005-07-31T01:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T01:52:19.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Closing time</title><content type='html'>Today has simply been a blast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All started off with Arvin dear and me volunteering our free time to becoming poor chair and water carriers at the new campus for tomorrow's event. At night, we headed back to our old campus for a 'closing time' event. EVERYONE was there... both oldies and freshies. It was a total happening experience!!! Met up with so many friends and the music was just blasting next to me but i didn't care one bit. It was awfully fun. Arvin and I went kinda mad, waving our hands in the air, but everyone else around us did.. so oh well. Electrico and EIC were all there, performing at the once very peaceful school library. I can't wait to get back to school already. I love all you SMU peeps out there! You just totally made my day today, and you guys will confirm make my school days very very fun in due time. I'll be looking forward to school again in 22 days time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1377/1334/1600/closingtime11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1377/1334/320/closingtime11.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                     &lt;em&gt;Goodbye to my very dear Bukit Timah Campus&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14661348-112274508579700824?l=ticklepdink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ticklepdink.blogspot.com/feeds/112274508579700824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14661348&amp;postID=112274508579700824' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14661348/posts/default/112274508579700824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14661348/posts/default/112274508579700824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ticklepdink.blogspot.com/2005/07/closing-time.html' title='Closing time'/><author><name>clara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01600747876859690189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14661348.post-112213784301632280</id><published>2005-07-23T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T00:57:23.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye stephieeee</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, went over to steph's before she leaves for adelaide today. *sobz*. there she goes again... i'll miss our rumblings and evaluations. i'll miss our common love for island creamery(the find of the hols!!). simply, i'll miss you. Take care k?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Distance sure is a test for everything that did once seem of unimportance. Suddenly, you start to feel the weight of all the itsy-bitsy stuff that you used to take for granted. When it starts to sink in further, you start to show slight remorse of why you didn't treasure those times as much as you do now. &lt;br /&gt;But somehow, i feel that all is not lost with distance being a major factor between two parties. Being apart from my dearie and close friends makes me a more contented person. With the little intangibles that i receive each time, sets me smiling and saying thanks for the relationship we hold. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, today i woke up early at 7 plus after a full-day hibernation yesterday. Then, i had my first proper driving experience. The first unofficial one was on Wed night.. just simply from the carpark to the guardhouse(which i believed my dad could easily cover over seconds), i took a horrid 5 minutes. So today, it was official!! i drove my brother to school! woooOOO. Plus 2 other daredevils in the car.. mama and papa. Brave souls. *clap clap*. Anyway, they were really encouraging, and kept telling me 'good job', though there were many overtaking cars:( such sweet people! I love my parents! Doesn't really go the same for Colin who looked and me and said.. "You are driving me to school?? I think i'll take the bus instead!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells, fine fine.. I'll improve k??!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14661348-112213784301632280?l=ticklepdink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ticklepdink.blogspot.com/feeds/112213784301632280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14661348&amp;postID=112213784301632280' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14661348/posts/default/112213784301632280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14661348/posts/default/112213784301632280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ticklepdink.blogspot.com/2005/07/bye-stephieeee.html' title='Bye stephieeee'/><author><name>clara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01600747876859690189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14661348.post-112187566372510742</id><published>2005-07-21T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T21:26:55.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Insufficient Acceleration"</title><content type='html'>Hello!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my first blog after much thought, outside complaints and choosing of a blog name from dictionary.com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the history of this blog comes after i realise that it is quite difficult for my overseas girls and dear ian poops to know what's going on in my life. so i shall try my best, starting from now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, the day started off with me dragging myself off my bed for supposed breakfast with kevin before heading off for my driving test at 9am. But the awful stagnant jam in front of my house caused by this anonymous primary school made us reach ubi slightly later than usual. hence no prata or bee hoon for the both of us. i reached cdc an hour earlier before warm-up started at 9.10. the instructor was good and so was the tester, who was even better. i drove so slowly during the test but yet he didn't even nudge one bit. he's the man! haha. but in the end, i owed my many pts to insufficient acceleration. anway, this post and my very own driving licence goes out to some of the loveliest people in my life. you know who you guys are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, this blog entry took me a horrendous 1hr. ands stephie's falling asleep in front of me. i think i took a bit too long. that's it for today:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14661348-112187566372510742?l=ticklepdink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ticklepdink.blogspot.com/feeds/112187566372510742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14661348&amp;postID=112187566372510742' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14661348/posts/default/112187566372510742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14661348/posts/default/112187566372510742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ticklepdink.blogspot.com/2005/07/insufficient-acceleration.html' title='Insufficient Acceleration&quot;'/><author><name>clara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01600747876859690189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
