<?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-7733523</id><updated>2012-02-16T06:34:53.181Z</updated><title type='text'>Porky Porky</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peikee.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733523/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peikee.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Porky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08529129341087875766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>95</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7733523.post-5834258973087077438</id><published>2008-09-16T09:52:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T09:56:49.787+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Singapore Grand Prix</title><content type='html'>For those who watched last weekend's F1, well done! You must have been thrilled by Hamilton staging his comeback from 15th to 2nd place before a mistake in the team's tyre choice forced him to contend with 7th. Oh well, still a great feat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The driver and constructor championship points are both so close now it makes you tremble and shiver in your seats with only 4 races to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With less than 2 weeks left, it'll be our turn finally... F1 here we come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lPegAxc6NPA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lPegAxc6NPA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733523-5834258973087077438?l=peikee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peikee.blogspot.com/feeds/5834258973087077438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733523&amp;postID=5834258973087077438&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733523/posts/default/5834258973087077438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733523/posts/default/5834258973087077438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peikee.blogspot.com/2008/09/singapore-grand-prix.html' title='Singapore Grand Prix'/><author><name>Porky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08529129341087875766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-7733523.post-1783133639204522028</id><published>2008-09-09T00:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T00:48:12.905+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Third Nipple</title><content type='html'>The first time you saw the woman in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Total Recall&lt;/span&gt; having 3 boobs, I bet you were laughing your ass off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cache.io9.com/assets/images/gallery/8/2007/11/medium_2072443494_173e72bb69.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://cache.io9.com/assets/images/gallery/8/2007/11/medium_2072443494_173e72bb69.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sorry you hardcore porn fans, in order to prevent ppl spaming and flaming on my site (not as if it'll happen seeing the amt of ppl that visit it as of now)... I've decided to not put up the uncensored version.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if you think that's weird, take a look at this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UQhQcZPl16U"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UQhQcZPl16U&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bet u never knew that 1 in 10 ppl actually have it. Assuming there are 30 contacts on my sidelinks on this page, it means there are 3 people who actually have it. Now 'fess up you guys and let us laugh our ass off at you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next time you go to a cinema and laugh at the character, check and make sure that you do not have it first :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But if you still insist on wanting **censored, click &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://img126.imageshack.us/img126/5457/imageuploadimagexe7.jpg"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;... And don't be disappointed after seeing it you sick ass!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733523-1783133639204522028?l=peikee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peikee.blogspot.com/feeds/1783133639204522028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733523&amp;postID=1783133639204522028&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733523/posts/default/1783133639204522028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733523/posts/default/1783133639204522028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peikee.blogspot.com/2008/09/third-nipple.html' title='The Third Nipple'/><author><name>Porky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08529129341087875766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-7733523.post-8252191789792271984</id><published>2008-08-30T01:19:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T01:43:50.682+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hands Down</title><content type='html'>This holiday has passed so quickly... Apart from the fact that I went to 7 countries, I have basically been slacking around =) Yay!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was feeling sleepy while driving the massive campervan, so I got my bro to switch on the com and play me some songs. And somehow or another, Hands Down came on. Bro started insulting my guitar skills and said they were nothing unless I learnt how to play Hands Down. And I thought... Fair enough, I will give it another shot having failed miserably. Well, I've actually managed to get the chords. Yay heh. But the transition between them wasn't as easy becoz they are all weird and new barr chords that I'm not used to. Damn! Just you wait Poh Pei Ghim. I'll get you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the process, I found this video that this little 15 year old boy did with the help of really basic programmes. Praise MS Paint =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/T0GzjhWXCxI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/T0GzjhWXCxI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Daniel, hope you're doing fine. Sorry, only managed to talk to you for a while the other day. Missed the way your band played the cover for Hands Down 3.5 years ago now. It was awesome. Sounded just like the real thing. And u almost won. Damn! Oh well, I might see you this Dec and catch up with you then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, I'm glad to be acquainted back with my Chinese music =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733523-8252191789792271984?l=peikee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peikee.blogspot.com/feeds/8252191789792271984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733523&amp;postID=8252191789792271984&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733523/posts/default/8252191789792271984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733523/posts/default/8252191789792271984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peikee.blogspot.com/2008/08/hands-down.html' title='Hands Down'/><author><name>Porky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08529129341087875766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-7733523.post-7629382442722373360</id><published>2008-07-11T03:10:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T03:16:34.513+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day To Remember</title><content type='html'>In 18 months time, we'll be taking our finals and qualifying as doctors (that's if we pass)... How time flies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After perhaps many many years, I was persuaded by my housemates to adopt a different look. How different it was... it's up to the individual to judge. Perhaps when I get some photos, I shall post it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner at Dans Le Noir earlier in the evening was expensive, but definitely good and worth the experience, especially for the type of food that you're actually served.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Well... What should I say? Sometimes hearing the incomplete picture just makes us all confused, mad, sad and biased. I shall keep my reservations for now =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt, thanks for the company and helping with the choice of clothes today. Much appreciated. Housemates,  thanks for the company as well, and Jeff, thanks for the emo music offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love what we can while we still have a whole lot of our lives to look forward to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733523-7629382442722373360?l=peikee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peikee.blogspot.com/feeds/7629382442722373360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733523&amp;postID=7629382442722373360&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733523/posts/default/7629382442722373360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733523/posts/default/7629382442722373360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peikee.blogspot.com/2008/07/day-to-remember.html' title='A Day To Remember'/><author><name>Porky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08529129341087875766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7733523.post-5512401745195887943</id><published>2008-07-09T23:25:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T23:46:35.078+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to mee-self</title><content type='html'>Exams are finally over... Back to my emo self =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733523-5512401745195887943?l=peikee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peikee.blogspot.com/feeds/5512401745195887943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733523&amp;postID=5512401745195887943&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733523/posts/default/5512401745195887943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733523/posts/default/5512401745195887943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peikee.blogspot.com/2008/07/back-to.html' title='Back to mee-self'/><author><name>Porky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08529129341087875766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-7733523.post-250959639634625897</id><published>2008-07-07T02:25:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T02:49:06.480+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Housemates</title><content type='html'>Housemates... Funny how fate kinda brought us to live together. Well, we had our fair share of arguments throughout the years, but end of the day, they're still the funniest and craziest lot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IrMnOGsh4TQ/SHFtEj5ohFI/AAAAAAAAAC8/ljCM8OcG23U/s1600-h/housemates.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IrMnOGsh4TQ/SHFtEj5ohFI/AAAAAAAAAC8/ljCM8OcG23U/s400/housemates.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220073368222991442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Clarissa: Thanks for the surgical book today, and ROYAL bitch comments... Sarcastic as they may be, they are really funny. Stop stealing my food... Stupid bitch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diana: Thanks for the cookies and chocolates that I always steal from you, even without you knowing at times... Haha! Stop playing your games and do more work... You can pass your DS to me :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeff: Wa lao eh... You've been properly Singapore-fied What can I say? You're the coolest man! Bueh tahan ah. (Yeah, thanks for the drawing the cat whiskers on my face on the duty roster without me realising for months... Goes to show how much cleaning we have done :p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt: (Claps hand) Orh，不错 oh... Haha! Thanks man, for always taking the initiative to come and talk to me, when I stay alone in my room alone at times, and for sharing with me all your cool videos and stuff. You r de boss (Indian eccent) =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck to all our OSCEs man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: And yes, perhaps that's one of the few pictures where I actually SMILED =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733523-250959639634625897?l=peikee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peikee.blogspot.com/feeds/250959639634625897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733523&amp;postID=250959639634625897&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733523/posts/default/250959639634625897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733523/posts/default/250959639634625897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peikee.blogspot.com/2008/07/housemates.html' title='Housemates'/><author><name>Porky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08529129341087875766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp1.blogger.com/_IrMnOGsh4TQ/SHFtEj5ohFI/AAAAAAAAAC8/ljCM8OcG23U/s72-c/housemates.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7733523.post-6963501735207532175</id><published>2008-07-07T01:52:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T01:59:14.089+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ma Wife and Da Chicken Soup</title><content type='html'>This is "my wife"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eB4emSx6Imk/SHD7nNvouaI/AAAAAAAAC7c/uj_b9-unpDM/s1600/111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eB4emSx6Imk/SHD7nNvouaI/AAAAAAAAC7c/uj_b9-unpDM/s1600/111.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of my exams tmrw, and becoz she knows I'm sick... She specially cooked herbal chicken soup for the makatan group for dinner just now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2239/2223169906_dc8387281f_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2239/2223169906_dc8387281f_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, this wasn't the chicken soup she cooked... Just looked through Google Images and found the best one of the first 200 already. But my wife's looked a 1000x better and yummier =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... Wish me luck for tmrw's exam, and I shall come out the top scholar specially for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy wife? :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733523-6963501735207532175?l=peikee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peikee.blogspot.com/feeds/6963501735207532175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733523&amp;postID=6963501735207532175&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733523/posts/default/6963501735207532175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733523/posts/default/6963501735207532175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peikee.blogspot.com/2008/07/ma-wife-and-da-chicken-soup.html' title='Ma Wife and Da Chicken Soup'/><author><name>Porky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08529129341087875766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp2.blogger.com/_eB4emSx6Imk/SHD7nNvouaI/AAAAAAAAC7c/uj_b9-unpDM/s72-c/111.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7733523.post-5365233589082155425</id><published>2008-07-06T03:00:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T03:28:58.588+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Home</title><content type='html'>I was reading the news earlier yesterday when I glanced upon the news headlines "Singaporean Tanya Chua scoops top honours at Taiwan's Golden Melody Awards". Wow, Tanya Chua... How long has it been since I first listened to her songs. Of course, for my dear wife's info, Malaysian's singer Gary Cao (though I don't know who he is) also managed the award too =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tanya Chua... How nostalgic. For some reason, I got bored of studying in the afternoon and was looking through my Windows media playlist and saw Shu Yu/Where I Belong by her. Wth... I actually still have the SingSingapore songs in my com. Ended up you-tubing NDP songs and found Home/家. What a sweet song... 10 years ago, I remember having to go down to school early in the morning at 06 45 for a month to play that song through the school's PA system (coz I was in the AV club). Man! Stupid, but yeah... It just made me miss home a little more since I'm not going back this summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since National Day is just next month, I thought I shall just post the songs here in both Eng and Chinese for each verson. If you want the Malay/Indian (I didn't even know they existed till today), go to &lt;a href="http://www.ndp.org.sg/"&gt;http://www.ndp.org.sg/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patriotic it may seem, and stupid propaganda you might say, but who cares... I love them. So enjoy Home/家 =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Home (2004)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bXBHMeFTxS8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bXBHMeFTxS8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rGrGrZj-oxg"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; for the Chinese version&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;家 (1998)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/V9X7LKW7WuY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/V9X7LKW7WuY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t3JFfolZIpk"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; for the English version&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733523-5365233589082155425?l=peikee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peikee.blogspot.com/feeds/5365233589082155425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733523&amp;postID=5365233589082155425&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733523/posts/default/5365233589082155425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733523/posts/default/5365233589082155425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peikee.blogspot.com/2008/07/home.html' title='Home'/><author><name>Porky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08529129341087875766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-7733523.post-1361930632164432407</id><published>2008-07-05T02:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T02:00:01.704+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Praise the Enemy</title><content type='html'>I was speaking to Yew Song just now and complaining how it is that all the girls around us are slowly being "stolen" away by other guys... And it just becomes frustrating coz:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;You can't even speak to them as much or be close to them&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You can't even go after them anymore.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;And then Yew Song said "If not for those guys, I wouldn't have you as my brother wat". Very true, wise words from the old man (though only by 9 months). I will always remember those lines =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay... Praise the bastards!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733523-1361930632164432407?l=peikee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peikee.blogspot.com/feeds/1361930632164432407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733523&amp;postID=1361930632164432407&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733523/posts/default/1361930632164432407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733523/posts/default/1361930632164432407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peikee.blogspot.com/2008/07/praise-enemy.html' title='Praise the Enemy'/><author><name>Porky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08529129341087875766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-7733523.post-558921027477571617</id><published>2008-07-03T14:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T14:41:46.467+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The First Paper</title><content type='html'>"Mediastinal mass with antibodies to ACh..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I so covered it in the EMQ practice book but I just couldn't remember it. I even remembered going to Wikipedia to research it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So was it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) Small cell carcinoma (Lambert-Eaton Syndrome)&lt;br /&gt;b) Thymoma (Myasthenia Gravis)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought it was myasthenia gravis... but I just couldn't link it with thymoma. And becoz only small cell carcinoma was in the syllabus, I put (a), when I knew that the answer to the next question was also (a). Answer turned out to be (b) as I found out after the paper...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid thymoma... Sounds so vulgar... Like diu lei lo ma. I swear I'll remember that from now on... Humph!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733523-558921027477571617?l=peikee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peikee.blogspot.com/feeds/558921027477571617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733523&amp;postID=558921027477571617&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733523/posts/default/558921027477571617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733523/posts/default/558921027477571617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peikee.blogspot.com/2008/07/first-paper.html' title='The First Paper'/><author><name>Porky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08529129341087875766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-7733523.post-7860691428779588410</id><published>2008-07-01T16:50:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T16:53:46.522+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Stolen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;And from the ball room floor&lt;br /&gt;We are in celebration&lt;br /&gt;One good stretch before our hibernation&lt;br /&gt;Our dreams assured and we all&lt;br /&gt;Will sleep well&lt;br /&gt;Sleep Well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep Well&lt;br /&gt;Sleep Well&lt;br /&gt;Sleep Well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have stolen my...&lt;br /&gt;You have stolen my...&lt;br /&gt;You have stolen my heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733523-7860691428779588410?l=peikee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peikee.blogspot.com/feeds/7860691428779588410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733523&amp;postID=7860691428779588410&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733523/posts/default/7860691428779588410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733523/posts/default/7860691428779588410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peikee.blogspot.com/2008/07/you-have-stolen.html' title='Stolen'/><author><name>Porky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08529129341087875766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-7733523.post-2626745684304972438</id><published>2008-06-29T11:06:00.012+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T11:20:41.086+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Shotgun</title><content type='html'>The wife yesterday posed a question to the Doink (you know who u are) and me last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So how long are your... guns?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as usual, I shot myself in the head again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mine's like a Shotgun"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the 2 stupid fools just started bursting into laughter. Yeah yeah, short gun. I meant the double-barreled long shotgun you doinks! To show those fools what I mean, I went to Getty Images to look for images of shotguns. So here you are...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IrMnOGsh4TQ/SGdfkMVYSyI/AAAAAAAAAB8/jVi354VrwUk/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IrMnOGsh4TQ/SGdfkMVYSyI/AAAAAAAAAB8/jVi354VrwUk/s400/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217243768722836258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you still don't get it, here's a picture for you to gauge and compare its MASSIVE length!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IrMnOGsh4TQ/SGdfwj87boI/AAAAAAAAACE/6vgwrR4h4ZM/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IrMnOGsh4TQ/SGdfwj87boI/AAAAAAAAACE/6vgwrR4h4ZM/s400/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217243981221162626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And while I was at it... I found some cute and nice pictures to share with everyone =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IrMnOGsh4TQ/SGdgGtwBtlI/AAAAAAAAACM/Nn2baRtfQrs/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IrMnOGsh4TQ/SGdgGtwBtlI/AAAAAAAAACM/Nn2baRtfQrs/s400/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217244361808524882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How cute right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IrMnOGsh4TQ/SGdgWKxCtWI/AAAAAAAAACU/DMthFPnMk8c/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IrMnOGsh4TQ/SGdgWKxCtWI/AAAAAAAAACU/DMthFPnMk8c/s400/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217244627295450466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;... Boys to Men...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IrMnOGsh4TQ/SGdgdzrllyI/AAAAAAAAACc/kn-AyLsADdo/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IrMnOGsh4TQ/SGdgdzrllyI/AAAAAAAAACc/kn-AyLsADdo/s400/5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217244758537508642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Somehow this picture just reminds me of Rama... Lazy ass :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IrMnOGsh4TQ/SGdgnMpieZI/AAAAAAAAACk/SOfUwHVXfWg/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IrMnOGsh4TQ/SGdgnMpieZI/AAAAAAAAACk/SOfUwHVXfWg/s400/6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217244919858624914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IrMnOGsh4TQ/SGdgweVDAVI/AAAAAAAAACs/lguGqF6AOSg/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IrMnOGsh4TQ/SGdgweVDAVI/AAAAAAAAACs/lguGqF6AOSg/s400/7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217245079223337298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IrMnOGsh4TQ/SGdg4f_W7zI/AAAAAAAAAC0/vfjir38OFyg/s1600-h/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IrMnOGsh4TQ/SGdg4f_W7zI/AAAAAAAAAC0/vfjir38OFyg/s400/8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217245217108193074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am thankful that Getty Images exists =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733523-2626745684304972438?l=peikee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peikee.blogspot.com/feeds/2626745684304972438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733523&amp;postID=2626745684304972438&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733523/posts/default/2626745684304972438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733523/posts/default/2626745684304972438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peikee.blogspot.com/2008/06/shotgun.html' title='Shotgun'/><author><name>Porky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08529129341087875766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IrMnOGsh4TQ/SGdfkMVYSyI/AAAAAAAAAB8/jVi354VrwUk/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7733523.post-3327055962843724128</id><published>2008-06-22T01:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T01:52:49.115+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Eyes only for You</title><content type='html'>Bored~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recall Yew Song saying: ... One day you'll find someone who looks at you and only you, no one else. And you'll be looking the same way at her. Then you'll know that she's the right girl for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I do wonder whether this girl exists. It's like plucking a star from the sky, cloudy at times when you're blinded, and clear and bright when you're looking far away. Does someone like that exist or will she come by? I don't know... but maybe 20 years down the line, I'll be able to tell you =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish that there was someone beside me. But I don't want to make the mistake of getting together with someone to ease my loneliness. I want to ease hers before she understands and reciprocates mine (Oh man, 2 lonely ppl getting together, how sad!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry if I sound sad and emo in this post... And perhaps have been for the past 1 and a half years. It's not that I'm really sad... It's just... I don't know. Over the  past year, because of the incidents that have happened, I've stopped speaking to a lot of people - less girls and perhaps a little more guys, or at least I think. And somehow, the idea of calling a new friend to talk to and develop a new friendship/ bond with seems less appealing. I find it harder now to call someone to just talk crap, unless that person phones me up first for some problem/reason or another. It feels awkward when you call someone, and that person (especially if it's someone new) asks you what's up, and you can't think of a reason to give. So please, it's not that I don't want to call... It's just... I'm choked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with less time now while I struggle learning medicine, how to call/find someone right? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ah, it seems like I'm talking about 2 different issues here...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well... Exams in less than 2 weeks now. Argh, study~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: And Loo, don't take the opportunity to ask me to marry you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733523-3327055962843724128?l=peikee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peikee.blogspot.com/feeds/3327055962843724128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733523&amp;postID=3327055962843724128&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733523/posts/default/3327055962843724128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733523/posts/default/3327055962843724128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peikee.blogspot.com/2008/06/eyes-only-for-you.html' title='Eyes only for You'/><author><name>Porky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08529129341087875766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7733523.post-6362326179517704333</id><published>2008-06-17T23:55:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T23:57:08.199+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Do it!</title><content type='html'>Do something only if you really want to... Or so as I was told. Well, let's see what happens =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733523-6362326179517704333?l=peikee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peikee.blogspot.com/feeds/6362326179517704333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733523&amp;postID=6362326179517704333&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733523/posts/default/6362326179517704333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733523/posts/default/6362326179517704333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peikee.blogspot.com/2008/06/do-it.html' title='Do it!'/><author><name>Porky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08529129341087875766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-7733523.post-5473441369002084192</id><published>2008-06-03T17:28:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T17:41:38.419+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthdays</title><content type='html'>Matthew's birthday just passed a few days ago, and he's coming back soon. Still haven't got a birthday present for him. Well... guess it'll have to be a few months late as always. And because exams are round the corner, I'll just post all my birthday wishes here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm not sure whether I have your correct Singapore no now, so I'm just going to post here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY MISS LAI SONG YU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Lai-lai, congratulations (should I use this word) on being 22 now. Haha, among us all from the VTC bunch, you're the only attached one. So I'll be hoping to receive your wedding invitation sometime soon. Perhaps then, I might consider going back home :p Not been terribly good at keeping in touch. Things just get more busy as we grow up, but here's at least still a part of sincere me wishing you happy birthday at 0030 Singapore time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of coz... To my (bedtime-talking) buddy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY MISS JUNIE WONG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your present has been ordered though I'm not sure if it'll reach you in time. But oh well, guess you've got bigger and more important things to handle right now. So here's wishing you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LUCK&lt;/span&gt; for finals, and most importantly, happiness for you. Now now, I've got a bday resolution for you: Stop being the middle-woman between Yew Song and me (though it's funny). You make it seem like he and I are a couple who's just argued =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to my dearest and beloved cheeky brother,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GOOD LUCK FOR YOUR EXAMS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First end-of-year exams for you in med school, and I hope everything goes well for you. Be humble and confident (though I know I procrastinate from what I advice, deep down it's different)... Be a good doctor you little prick, else I'll whip your ass when I see you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course the same applies to me... =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733523-5473441369002084192?l=peikee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peikee.blogspot.com/feeds/5473441369002084192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733523&amp;postID=5473441369002084192&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733523/posts/default/5473441369002084192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733523/posts/default/5473441369002084192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peikee.blogspot.com/2008/06/birthdays.html' title='Birthdays'/><author><name>Porky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08529129341087875766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-7733523.post-3066563703584132778</id><published>2008-05-22T01:05:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T00:33:30.427+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ouch!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/M53_tS-_mr0&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/M53_tS-_mr0&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The things that some people get up to. Mind you, that's 10 chopsticks in case you were wondering... Ouch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit: For &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;M.O.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/pqbCLJsdGu/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/pqbCLJsdGu/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/astrozombie/music/VIRUQfVF/queen_fat_bottomed_girls/"&gt;Fat Bottomed Girls - Queen&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733523-3066563703584132778?l=peikee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peikee.blogspot.com/feeds/3066563703584132778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733523&amp;postID=3066563703584132778&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733523/posts/default/3066563703584132778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733523/posts/default/3066563703584132778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peikee.blogspot.com/2008/05/ouch.html' title='Ouch!'/><author><name>Porky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08529129341087875766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-7733523.post-784276699463153478</id><published>2008-05-19T02:44:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T02:49:05.178+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Doctors and their Opinions</title><content type='html'>Got this from Wing Yan who posted it on my Facebook Superwall. Really funny, so enjoy =) Make sure you get to the "end" of it :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a panel of doctors was asked to vote on adding a new wing to their hospital, the Allergists voted to scratch it and the Dermatologists advised not to make any rash moves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Gastroenterologists had sort of a gut feeling about it, but the Neurologists thought the administration had a lot of nerve, and the Obstetricians felt they were all laboring under a misconception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ophthalmologists considered the idea shortsighted; the Pathologists yelled, "Over my dead body", while the Pediatricians said, "Oh, Grow up!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Psychiatrists thought the whole idea was madness, the Radiologists could see right through it, and the Surgeons decided to wash their hands of the whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Internists though t it was a bitter pill to swallow, and the Plastic Surgeons said, "This puts a whole new face on the matter."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Podiatrists thought it was a step forward, but the Urologists felt the scheme wouldn't hold water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Anesthesiologists thought the whole idea was a gas and the Cardiologists didn't have the heart to say no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, the Proctologists left the decision up to some asshole in administration.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733523-784276699463153478?l=peikee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peikee.blogspot.com/feeds/784276699463153478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733523&amp;postID=784276699463153478&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733523/posts/default/784276699463153478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733523/posts/default/784276699463153478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peikee.blogspot.com/2008/05/doctors-and-their-opinions.html' title='Doctors and their Opinions'/><author><name>Porky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08529129341087875766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-7733523.post-6951268913818795213</id><published>2008-05-17T11:20:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T12:56:04.147+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cost of Living &amp; The Clean Energy Scam</title><content type='html'>I was in Rama's room the other day when the headlines of Malaysia's TheStarOnline read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Police Station Bombed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUNGAI PETANI: A Molotov cocktail, otherwise known as a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;petrol bomb&lt;/span&gt; was lobbed into a police station... It landed and exploded on a badminton court at the Merbok police station after midnight yesterday (1).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this got me thinking... Who the hell uses a petrol bomb these days? And I thought the price of fuel has gone up...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, the credit crunch is beginning to take its toll on everything else here. Just a week back, I went into the Indian mama store here to get a 10kg pack of Thai Fragrant Rice. Guess how much it costs me? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;£14.50&lt;/span&gt;!!! And 3 months ago, it was only &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;£9&lt;/span&gt;! Looks like rice is not going to be my staple for long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder, are all of these linked? Rice and oil... They don't go together, other than the fact that we use coconut oil to cook Nasi Lemak. Or so I thought... Till I read the TIME magazine at Rama's place the other day, which really opened my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Clean Energy Scam&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.timeinc.net/time/daily/2008/0803/a_wbiofuels_0407.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://img.timeinc.net/time/daily/2008/0803/a_wbiofuels_0407.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A tiny sliver of transitional rain forest is surrounded by hectares of soybean fields in the Mato Grosso state, Brazil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This land rush is being accelerated by an unlikely source: biofuels. Propelled by mounting anxieties over soaring oil costs and climate change, biofuels have become the vanguard of the green-tech revolution, the trendy way for politicians and corporations to show they're serious about finding alternative sources of energy and in the process slowing global warming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Renewable fuels has become one of those motherhood-and-apple-pie catchphrases, as unobjectionable as the troops or the middle class. But several new studies show the biofuel boom is doing exactly the opposite of what its proponents intended: it's dramatically accelerating global warming, imperiling the planet in the name of saving it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;By diverting grain and oilseed crops from dinner plates to fuel tanks, biofuels are jacking up world food prices and endangering the hungry. The grain it takes to fill an SUV tank with ethanol could feed a person for a year. Harvests are being plucked to fuel our cars instead of ourselves. But the basic problem with most biofuels: using land to grow fuel leads to the destruction of forests, wetlands and grasslands that store enormous amounts of carbon. One groundbreaking new study in Science concluded that when this deforestation effect is taken into account, corn ethanol and soy biodiesel produce about twice the emissions of gasoline.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Backed by billions in investment capital, this alarming phenomenon is replicating itself around the world. Indonesia has bulldozed and burned so much wilderness to grow palm oil trees for biodiesel that its ranking among the world's top carbon emitters has surged from 21st to third according to a report by Wetlands International. Malaysia is converting forests into palm oil farms so rapidly that it's running out of uncultivated land. The biofuels boom, in short, is one that could haunt the planet for generations--and it's only getting started.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The basic problem is that the Amazon is worth more deforested than it is intact. The growing backlash against biofuels is a product of the law of unintended consequences. It may seem obvious now that when biofuels increase demand for crops, prices will rise and farms will expand into nature.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;America the Bio-Foolish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best place to see this is America's biofuel mecca: Iowa.Biofuel-pandering has become virtually mandatory for presidential contenders. John McCain was the rare candidate who vehemently opposed ethanol as an outrageous agribusiness boondoggle, which is why he skipped Iowa in 2000. But McCain learned his lesson in time for this year's caucuses. By 2006 he was calling ethanol a "vital alternative energy source."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Someone is paying to support these environmentally questionable industries: you. In December, President Bush signed a bipartisan energy bill that will dramatically increase support to the industry while mandating 36 billion gal. (136 billion L) of biofuel by 2022. This will provide a huge boost to grain markets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why is so much money still being poured into such a misguided enterprise? Like the scientists and environmentalists, many politicians genuinely believe biofuels can help decrease global warming. There was just one flaw in the calculation: the studies all credited fuel crops for sequestering carbon, but no one checked whether the crops would ultimately replace vegetation and soils that sucked up even more carbon. It was as if the science world assumed biofuels would be grown in parking lots. Strange as it sounds, we're better off growing food and drilling for oil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Everyone the author interviewed in Brazil agreed: the market drives behavior, so without incentives to prevent deforestation, the Amazon is doomed.The trouble is that even if there were enough financial incentives to keep the Amazon intact, high commodity prices would encourage deforestation elsewhere. And government mandates to increase biofuel production are going to boost commodity prices, which will only attract more investment. Until someone invents that protein chip, it's going to mean the worst of everything: higher food prices, more deforestation and more emissions (2).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as this article opened my eyes, I hope it will do the same for you. Take a look at it if you're interested through the references section. I sincerely hope that you'll gain a better insight into the bigger picture, and think about the world that we so dearly love and live in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;References:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;TheStarOnline. Police Station Bombed (2008). Online: &lt;a href="http://thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2007/9/28/nation/19016161&amp;amp;sec=nation"&gt;http://thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2007/9/28/nation/19016161&amp;amp;sec=nation&lt;/a&gt; [Accessed 17th May 2008].&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Michael Grunwald. TIME: The Clean Energy Scam (2008). Online: &lt;a href="http://www.time.com/time/magazine/article/0,9171,1725975-1,00.html"&gt;http://www.time.com/time/magazine/article/0,9171,1725975-1,00.html&lt;/a&gt; [Accessed 17th May 2008].&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&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/7733523-6951268913818795213?l=peikee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peikee.blogspot.com/feeds/6951268913818795213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733523&amp;postID=6951268913818795213&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733523/posts/default/6951268913818795213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733523/posts/default/6951268913818795213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peikee.blogspot.com/2008/05/cost-of-living-clean-energy-scam.html' title='The Cost of Living &amp; The Clean Energy Scam'/><author><name>Porky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08529129341087875766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.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-7733523.post-7549827387830674177</id><published>2008-05-15T17:46:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T17:55:00.794+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Marital Rating Scale: Are You The Perfect Wife?</title><content type='html'>The Metro published an article today about a Marital Rating Scale used in the 1930s to determine how well a wife was performing in a marriage. With all the present ladies who just yak and yak all day, here's something for you to look at and perhaps, think about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.dailymail.co.uk/i/pix/2008/05_04/chartDM1405_800x537.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://img.dailymail.co.uk/i/pix/2008/05_04/chartDM1405_800x537.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bet all you girls failed this test so miserably it's probably even in the negative range. Not markable heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now... No more yakking! (I think I'm going to make a lot of enemies now :p)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733523-7549827387830674177?l=peikee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peikee.blogspot.com/feeds/7549827387830674177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733523&amp;postID=7549827387830674177&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733523/posts/default/7549827387830674177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733523/posts/default/7549827387830674177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peikee.blogspot.com/2008/05/marital-rating-scale-are-you-perfect.html' title='Marital Rating Scale: Are You The Perfect Wife?'/><author><name>Porky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08529129341087875766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-7733523.post-536565200900594115</id><published>2008-05-11T03:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T03:29:41.745+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mayhem</title><content type='html'>I've never seen something like this b4. (It's the 1998 Belgian Grand Prix in case you want to know)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xJbct5NLnmA&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xJbct5NLnmA&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael Schumacher then crashed into David Coulthard, who slowed down to allow him to pass through. Furious, he went into the pits and went as far as saying Coulthard had tried to kill him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damon Hill was a little lucky to win the race then because teammate, Ralf, who was actually moving faster than him, had been issued orders by his team not to race with Damon to prevent both cars from crashing out. 22 cars started with only 6 finishing the race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6ZxkCvH4BkI&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6ZxkCvH4BkI&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess David Coulthard wasn't all too happy about the incident, and he shows Michael the middle finger 2 years later at the French GP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VXZJOs-87wQ&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VXZJOs-87wQ&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Schumacher still wins again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-g0VzPIBNoE&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-g0VzPIBNoE&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z4U6lEE_fGM&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z4U6lEE_fGM&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love YouTube :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733523-536565200900594115?l=peikee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peikee.blogspot.com/feeds/536565200900594115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733523&amp;postID=536565200900594115&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733523/posts/default/536565200900594115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733523/posts/default/536565200900594115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peikee.blogspot.com/2008/05/mayhem.html' title='Mayhem'/><author><name>Porky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08529129341087875766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.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-7733523.post-1281499867856324178</id><published>2008-05-07T12:03:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T12:15:39.097+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Whoever said fish have 5 second memories</title><content type='html'>Now, if you are one of those that think fish only have 3-second memories, you must be wrong. Watch this fish, Comet, that can slam dunk, slip through a slalom, and do the limbo! If you've heard of the theory behind Pavlov's dogs, the principle behind Comet's multi-talented abilities is the same. Feed him a piece food each time he performs a trick to encourage him to perform the same tricks over and over again till he learns it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bet all you suckers (girls) want to land your hands on this fish now! Soon, everyone will start having fighting fish instead of fighting cocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.metro.co.uk/i/pix/2008/05/FishSolent_450x300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://img.metro.co.uk/i/pix/2008/05/FishSolent_450x300.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.metro.co.uk/i/pix/2008/05/Fish2Solent_450x300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://img.metro.co.uk/i/pix/2008/05/Fish2Solent_450x300.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.metro.co.uk/i/pix/2008/05/Fish3Solent_450x300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://img.metro.co.uk/i/pix/2008/05/Fish3Solent_450x300.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733523-1281499867856324178?l=peikee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peikee.blogspot.com/feeds/1281499867856324178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733523&amp;postID=1281499867856324178&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733523/posts/default/1281499867856324178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733523/posts/default/1281499867856324178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peikee.blogspot.com/2008/05/whoever-said-fish-have-5-second.html' title='Whoever said fish have 5 second memories'/><author><name>Porky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08529129341087875766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-7733523.post-3403912013208544794</id><published>2008-04-17T23:32:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T23:36:53.897+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Tai Chi Master</title><content type='html'>You know how they say... People usually find things to do when they've got nothing to do? Just like me right now... Bloggin' more recently because I'm left all alone in the house by myself feeling bored (okay, maybe not that bad).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same thing goes for my mom... She's been travelling around in the past few years to many many places. In just the last one year, she's gone to Australia, China, India, Vietnam, Cambodia and probably some other countries that I've forgotten about. And how the hell does she get the energy to do all this? I wonder... especially when she has to take care of 2 troublesome kids over in the UK, and make that 3, with the 'big baby' (that's what my mom calls my dad, haha) at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I remembered. In the last couple of years, mom has been going round to Frankel Ave to do some Tai Chi. Now, I'm not sure if it's the Tai Chi that's rejuvenated her. But everytime I think about it, it gets me crackling... Just can't imagine my mom going "Haiii yahhh!". Lol. Okay, I better not crack too much jokes now. Zul and the rest have kept me laughing the whole night till my stomach's cramping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, just as I was left to wonder about the beneficial effects of Tai Chi, I glanced upon an article on the Metro (free morning newspaper in the UK just like &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Today&lt;/span&gt;) about this Tai Chi Master.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A dairy farmer who believes a happy cow is a productive cow has discovered an  unusual way to relax his herd and increase milk yields – tai chi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.metro.co.uk/i/pix/2008/04/CowsSWNS2_450x300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://img.metro.co.uk/i/pix/2008/04/CowsSWNS2_450x300.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;Cool cattle: Rob Taverner performs tai chi in front of his cows every morning because he believes it relaxes them and they produce more milk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="article"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Rob Taverner performs the ancient martial art in front of his 100 cows every morning to get them in the right moo-d to produce lots of milk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="article"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The 44-year-old organic farmer visits the animals at 9am each day to run through his ten-minute routine of slow movements and breathing techniques – dressed in his distinctive overalls and wellies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="article"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He said: 'Tai chi is all about leaving your problems behind and getting into a better zone and my mood definitely transfers to the cows. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Now, that got me thinking a little. Many women these days find it difficult to breast-feed their babies even though they know it's so much better for them. Besides preventing breast cancer and providing more nutrients to their babies, breast feeding helps to develop special bonds between a mom and her child as well, though they often invite jealousy from their husbands (you suckers... I admit I might be one of them). I say... moms who've just given birth... Go do some Tai Chi to get the glands running and pumping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma, I have to say, you're a little bit too old for that now. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tai Cheese, anyone?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733523-3403912013208544794?l=peikee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peikee.blogspot.com/feeds/3403912013208544794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733523&amp;postID=3403912013208544794&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733523/posts/default/3403912013208544794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733523/posts/default/3403912013208544794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peikee.blogspot.com/2008/04/tai-chi-master.html' title='The Tai Chi Master'/><author><name>Porky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08529129341087875766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-7733523.post-5976657261211004138</id><published>2008-04-03T01:01:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T01:15:50.856+01:00</updated><title type='text'>no. 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IrMnOGsh4TQ/R_QhV-OCCLI/AAAAAAAAABw/5GNvNifsGU0/s1600-h/no4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IrMnOGsh4TQ/R_QhV-OCCLI/AAAAAAAAABw/5GNvNifsGU0/s400/no4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184805732373104818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HELEN!! NUUUUMBBBBER FOURRRRRRRRRR... Hahaha :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733523-5976657261211004138?l=peikee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peikee.blogspot.com/feeds/5976657261211004138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733523&amp;postID=5976657261211004138&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733523/posts/default/5976657261211004138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733523/posts/default/5976657261211004138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peikee.blogspot.com/2008/04/no-4.html' title='no. 4'/><author><name>Porky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08529129341087875766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IrMnOGsh4TQ/R_QhV-OCCLI/AAAAAAAAABw/5GNvNifsGU0/s72-c/no4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7733523.post-1745344232228773567</id><published>2008-04-02T22:06:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T22:17:29.607+01:00</updated><title type='text'>god bless pinky</title><content type='html'>pinky has moved on... and i'm even lonelier now. sigh, i sometimes i do regret not taking care of her properly. well, we all have to go someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like a loner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm in a dilemma too. don't really know what to do with the speed-dating voucher now. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm thinking of closing down this blog... and starting a new one... maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god bless all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733523-1745344232228773567?l=peikee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peikee.blogspot.com/feeds/1745344232228773567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733523&amp;postID=1745344232228773567&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733523/posts/default/1745344232228773567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733523/posts/default/1745344232228773567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peikee.blogspot.com/2008/04/god-bless-pinky.html' title='god bless pinky'/><author><name>Porky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08529129341087875766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.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-7733523.post-8812893923187265947</id><published>2008-04-02T00:40:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T00:43:20.402+01:00</updated><title type='text'>pinky &amp; the lonesome figure</title><content type='html'>Just when I was beginning to feel lonely yesterday after my housemates left for their outfirms, pinky has fallen sick. I'm not sure if she'll pull through, but fingers cross... Get well soon pinky.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733523-8812893923187265947?l=peikee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peikee.blogspot.com/feeds/8812893923187265947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733523&amp;postID=8812893923187265947&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733523/posts/default/8812893923187265947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733523/posts/default/8812893923187265947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peikee.blogspot.com/2008/04/pinky-lonesome-figure.html' title='pinky &amp; the lonesome figure'/><author><name>Porky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08529129341087875766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.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-7733523.post-1014073232634070053</id><published>2008-03-30T19:44:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T19:51:47.743+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness</title><content type='html'>I remember Jeff mentioning sth a while back about happiness. What truly makes you happy at the end of the day? Been kinda contented just laying back, remaining elusive, and watching my dramas day by day... And now at the end of the holidays, thinking about it... what he says does kinda make sense. Am I honestly gonna be that happy in a couple of months time... Oh well, guess I'm gonna miss my dramas for a while now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you guys back home are all right. May find the time to call...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733523-1014073232634070053?l=peikee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peikee.blogspot.com/feeds/1014073232634070053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733523&amp;postID=1014073232634070053&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733523/posts/default/1014073232634070053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733523/posts/default/1014073232634070053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peikee.blogspot.com/2008/03/happiness.html' title='Happiness'/><author><name>Porky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08529129341087875766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.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-7733523.post-6900916584190588825</id><published>2008-02-06T15:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-06T16:13:22.510Z</updated><title type='text'>my 17 year old cousin</title><content type='html'>Met up with my cousin and her friend, Jo, yesterday, who came down to London to go shopping instead of going for their university open house. Of course, her teacher in boarding school, knew the tricks that these students were up to, and refused to let her go. In a moment of desparation&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, she wrote the following letter that somehow (I don't know how) managed to convince him (bet he admitted defeat after reading it) and get her through:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dear Sir,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I may be so bold as to ask:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are we not all human? Are we not all slaves to our flesh and blood, slaves to our feelings and emotions through the prison of which our minds struggle to gain control over ourselves, to strive towards the light of hope and kindness and justice and all things good in this harsh yet beauteous reality? And thus, should we not conduct ourselves, in all things, with at least a touch of sentimentality? Would giving me the permission to leave school for a night nd a day be too much to ask? I would not be missing any more lessons than if I were to leave the next morning. I would still miss the lessons on Wednesday when I leave for the open day the next morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Wednesday there is only a half-day's worth of lessons after which students will be allowed to miss prep for the New Year's Dinner. The school has dispensed, with grace, that gesture of sentimentality to those who wish to accept it; will you not dispense on me mine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not returning home till the end of June, Sir, and have already missed one New Year's with my family and will continue to lose more whilst I pursue my studies here. Your whole family, Sir, lives here. Sir, I am sure you know that giving to those less fortunate than you, even one given at a whim and at no expense to self, is worth of praise and respect. We have been given two eyes Sir and along with it, as a proof of our humanity, we have been given the ability to leave one open while closing the other. After attending the opening day, I will only have mere hours with my cousin to pass the Lunar New Year. However, I am grateful for every second and I will not ask for more. Please Sir, what more reason would you need me give you in order for you to perform a single act of charity?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once more, please grant me permission Sir and I apologize for causing any inconvenience to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the time you have spent in reading this letter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours Faithfully,&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. As for reasons, I do have more. However, please pardon me if I do not find it necessary for it to be known to others except for a select number of my family and friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How cheeky - Claiming to miss me so as to get to stay at my place for the night. I take my hat off her. And to top it off, she's only 17. Can't imagine a few more years down the line. I finally understand now why she's doing Psychology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy CNY to all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733523-6900916584190588825?l=peikee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peikee.blogspot.com/feeds/6900916584190588825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733523&amp;postID=6900916584190588825&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733523/posts/default/6900916584190588825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733523/posts/default/6900916584190588825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peikee.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-17-year-old-cousin.html' title='my 17 year old cousin'/><author><name>Porky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08529129341087875766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.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-7733523.post-6147537355216363392</id><published>2007-06-19T15:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T17:31:17.354+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Da Sotong</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt;I can't believe it... Spent 45 mintues last night day-dreaming about army and some other stuff :( Argh~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was thinking about some stuff again today while studying and argh, couldn't go back to my books after that. So I collapsed on the table and whined to Shin Yee. I felt her patting my head, and then tickling me. But then after that, she started giggling an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt;d the tickle felt strange. I turned around... Damn it &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THURSTON&lt;/span&gt;!!! I'm so going to kill you the next time I see you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then just as I was about to carry on with my work, Shin Yee asked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What are you studying?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt;"Cardio..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's not coming out right coz it's part of the..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Argh! Seen PBLs... Damn, I must be day-dreaming man!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't believe that I spent the afternoon looking at PBLs that aren't going to come out. Only&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt; consolation that I have is that I renew my knowledge and that it is kinda relevant to some of the questions coming up :( But oh well. Feel like a sotong now. Sulks~ (And now Shin Yee comes to tell me to do my work and not blog... Urgh!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about sotong, I was at Ryan's place the other day when Jeff and me saw this article.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/d/df/Colossal_Squid_Ross_Ice_Shelf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/d/df/Colossal_Squid_Ross_Ice_Shelf.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Now, this is a species of squid known as the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Colossal Squid&lt;/span&gt;. I know, many of you are thinking &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Giant Squid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;but no, it's not that. Colossal squids are a species of squids that living in the Antarctic waters. This specimen caught measured 10m long and is the largest caught so far. But because of the extreme habitats in which these animals live in, chances are that there are larger ones roaming around in the oceans. At an estimated length of 12-14m, they are the largest of the invertebrates (without spine) in the animal kingdom. While the gender of this squid caught is unknown, due to the great sexual dimorphism (variation) in squids, if this was a male, who knows how long a female is man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine the number of (huge) calamari rings that you could make from it, lol! And indeed, it's been estimated that each calamari ring made from it will be the size of a tractor wheel (1). Yum yum! Haha. Jeff, you can start having all the squid balls that you want now :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, back to work...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;References:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;ol style="font-family: arial;"&gt;   &lt;li&gt;http://zapatopi.net/cephnews/colossalsquidcaught.html&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ol&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hey Ah-nie... I see you're enjoying yourself over in the States. Hope you're not feeling too lonely over there. Sorry I didn't get to say a proper goodbye and apology before you left. Enjoy yourself girl~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the sibling of strawberry: It really hurts to see you like that. Yet I don't know how to help you especially when you can't bring yourself to say a thing. Can imagine how distressing it must be when your exams are in 2 weeks time, coz mine's in 1! Hang in there tiger, will be back soon already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733523-6147537355216363392?l=peikee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peikee.blogspot.com/feeds/6147537355216363392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733523&amp;postID=6147537355216363392&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733523/posts/default/6147537355216363392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733523/posts/default/6147537355216363392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peikee.blogspot.com/2007/06/da-sotong.html' title='Da Sotong'/><author><name>Porky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08529129341087875766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.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-7733523.post-1107208685728401651</id><published>2007-06-18T17:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T17:38:02.808+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Coincidence?</title><content type='html'>Yoz, hope you are all right... Remember, help is always available =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: And I'm sorry for always making you jealous.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733523-1107208685728401651?l=peikee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peikee.blogspot.com/feeds/1107208685728401651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733523&amp;postID=1107208685728401651&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733523/posts/default/1107208685728401651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733523/posts/default/1107208685728401651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peikee.blogspot.com/2007/06/coincidence.html' title='Coincidence?'/><author><name>Porky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08529129341087875766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.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-7733523.post-1448164205875450130</id><published>2007-06-18T17:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T17:16:01.204+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting away with things</title><content type='html'>I feel weak... Why do I allow myself to be bullied easily sometimes? Yew Song is right, sometimes I take it for granted that I come from a well-to-do family and get away with situations by paying fines and stuff, when in fact, all these were avoidable. This is one of the big fines that I've gotta pay so far. Gotta remind myself with this post to be strong and not do it again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733523-1448164205875450130?l=peikee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peikee.blogspot.com/feeds/1448164205875450130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733523&amp;postID=1448164205875450130&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733523/posts/default/1448164205875450130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733523/posts/default/1448164205875450130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peikee.blogspot.com/2007/06/getting-away-with-things.html' title='Getting away with things'/><author><name>Porky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08529129341087875766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.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-7733523.post-7094488577376957662</id><published>2007-06-17T13:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T19:55:58.845+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ultimate Dream Car</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I don't know why I have this bad habit of blogging when it's near/during my exams! Argh~ QR, sorry I can't call you to find out about your Pepsi-cola date with Utt now. Haha. My new phone contract doesn't give me free minutes to Singapore =( Urgh! I swear I'm going to terminate the contract in Dec. And Jocey, how was your holiday in Paris? Let me know all right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anyway, just for a break, has anyone ever thought of what kind of car they want to get? You know... Many people in army start talking about cars, modifying the engine parts and stuff, or even what their dream car is. I don't know why I never got much into those stuff. Not sure whether it was because I found it boring or was too practical myself then to even start thinking of what kind of "stylistic" car I would want. I remember... Fabian (my fellow storeman) brought his car to camp once and horned outside the gate. I swear I almost burst out laughing though as I walked towards him... the horn sound was "Oh Susanna". Lol!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So, the question that many (men) always ask themselves: Which car should I get? Will it be a...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077009206241197138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IrMnOGsh4TQ/RnUo-VNk_FI/AAAAAAAAAAk/nUoNLYlC0qE/s320/celica.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Toyota Celica&lt;/strong&gt; (Wooh, I've driven this car before coz it's my cousin's... Bad thing was I could only hit the 3rd gear at the most, coz I was driving around the neighbourhood with my mom keeping an eye on me. I had just passed then, you see... Lol! Should definitely pay him a visit this summer) ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077008888413617218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IrMnOGsh4TQ/RnUor1Nk_EI/AAAAAAAAAAc/xI5--l3wKI0/s320/rx7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;RX7...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077009631442959458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IrMnOGsh4TQ/RnUpXFNk_GI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Lc6SZBlAK24/s320/initial_d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Or the... Fujiwara Tofu Shop Car (from Initial D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Now I have to say that the Fujiwara Tofu Shop Car that Takumi drives is a classic. Many people around the world do indeed have the real-life version of this anime car. Matthew was even upbeat about it at one point and thinking of getting one himself. Lol (Though I think he's switched his mind to a R4). I have to admit that I did too :p Oops!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Just as I was thinking about all this, I stumbled upon this article on the news...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/pei_kee/PICT0249.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077108475820309634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IrMnOGsh4TQ/RnWDQlNk_II/AAAAAAAAAA8/Pt-z9N2ey08/s400/PICT0249.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Lol, now tell me... How enticing would it be to drive around London (or even Singapore) where parking prices are horrendously expensive priced at say 3-5 pounds per entry, and not having to pay for your parking ticket/coupon? The article even mentions: Even the police don't know whom they should catch. Lol! No wonder they call it the G-Wiz (it's a slang for" Oh my!" among the Brits...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733523-7094488577376957662?l=peikee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peikee.blogspot.com/feeds/7094488577376957662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733523&amp;postID=7094488577376957662&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733523/posts/default/7094488577376957662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733523/posts/default/7094488577376957662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peikee.blogspot.com/2007/06/ultimate-dream-car.html' title='The Ultimate Dream Car'/><author><name>Porky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08529129341087875766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IrMnOGsh4TQ/RnUo-VNk_FI/AAAAAAAAAAk/nUoNLYlC0qE/s72-c/celica.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7733523.post-1098150052914513271</id><published>2007-06-15T03:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T03:30:08.986+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Toilet Seat Motivator</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Na... Cherie Tan&lt;/strong&gt;: The Urinal Post is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://peikee.blogspot.com/2006/06/urinal.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. I posted it in the last post what. Really never read properly... Haiyo! (Be sure to read the comments else you won't understand what's going on).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, forgot that the &lt;strong&gt;Toilet Seat Lifter&lt;/strong&gt; was found courtesy of Diana. Thank you Diana =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was talking in Floyer with Shin Yee's housemates a couple of days back about some guy who dumped a whole stack of sanitary pads into their toilet bowl and choked it. Lol. All the girls started suspecting which one of the guys did it. Poor Aaron... Oops, haha! And then we naturally got on to the topic of the &lt;strong&gt;Toilet Seat Lifter&lt;/strong&gt; again. Haha. And then Thurston mentioned a story that inspired me to try this at home. Instead of the &lt;strong&gt;Toilet Seat Lifter&lt;/strong&gt;, we now have the... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076109642520919074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IrMnOGsh4TQ/RnH201Nk_CI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ANHWmEneV2w/s320/PICT0251.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Toilet Seat Motivator&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Lol, imagine waking up every morning to that. I bet even a dog will lift the seat up and pee if it needs to. That's provided it's not a bitch of course :p Have a nice day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733523-1098150052914513271?l=peikee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peikee.blogspot.com/feeds/1098150052914513271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733523&amp;postID=1098150052914513271&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733523/posts/default/1098150052914513271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733523/posts/default/1098150052914513271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peikee.blogspot.com/2007/06/toilet-seat-motivator.html' title='Toilet Seat Motivator'/><author><name>Porky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08529129341087875766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_IrMnOGsh4TQ/RnH201Nk_CI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ANHWmEneV2w/s72-c/PICT0251.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7733523.post-8690307067783654678</id><published>2007-06-11T02:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T02:50:11.747+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Toilet Seat Lifter</title><content type='html'>Now now now... Does anyone remember the special urinal and toilet seat lifting post that we were discussing about? It's &lt;a href="http://peikee.blogspot.com/2006/06/urinal.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; just to recap your memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what, there is such a thing available on the market!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Link: &lt;a href="http://www.random-good-stuff.com/index.php/2007/06/06/toilet-seat-lifter/"&gt;Toilet Seat Lifter&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/redirect.html?ie=UTF8&amp;location=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.amazon.com%2FHomeHelper-Line-Toilet-Seat-Lifter%2Fdp%2FB000KJZ13C%3Fie%3DUTF8%26s%3Dhi%26qid%3D1181163791%26sr%3D8-1&amp;tag=random-good-stuff-20&amp;linkCode=ur2&amp;camp=1789&amp;creative=9325"&gt;Amazon&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol, even I can believe it. If only Junie and I had patented our products, we could be earning US$30 per bucket. (Who knows they may have stolen the idea from our site :p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was talking to a friend now... She was talking about the competition to get a job for our future medical careers. Like how results and stuff like that mattered now that the UK's medical recruitment programme is based on school rankings. True enough, results matter to get a better job indeed. But should that really be the driving aim for us? I don't know... Ended up arguing with her, and my phone died on me. I never meant for it to be an argument lor. Why is it difficult for you to respect my idea and me to respect yours? Is it really that hard? We can't always be thinking we're right, can we? Then again, I might have thought that I was right too. Maybe that's why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, it's really sad... I have to admit that sometimes when these sort of competition comes up, it brings out the worst in us (and that includes me I have to say). We start to become competitive and stuff, and it becomes really bad when someone would harm another just to get his/her own way. If only one could bury the attitude, things would be so much more pleasant. Right now, I must admit that I'm studying for my exams to try and do well. Why? Coz good results matter. But at the same time, I'm trying to learn whatever I can to at least feel that bit of adequateness in treating in treating patients in the future. If only one could bury that attitude in being competitive, it would be so much fun to learn from each other, to share and discuss new knowledge for the benefit of everyone. Isn't that how studying is supposed to be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a way, it's like a relationship you know... Sometimes you try so hard to make things happen, things just don't work out. But when you least expect, and things come coz you're doing it naturally, isn't it pleasant and nice? Maybe it's still wishful thinking, but let's bury it man. Ah-nie, sorry I didn't agree with what you were saying there. Perhaps it's my naiveity that one can feel good learning and not feel the competitiveness when it comes to applying for a job. Perhaps you're right, I'll be like that in the future, but I'll keep that in mind and try not to let it get too much into me. I understand what you mean, it's not that I don't, or else I won't admit that I may be like that. You know, I just hope we can all be happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733523-8690307067783654678?l=peikee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peikee.blogspot.com/feeds/8690307067783654678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733523&amp;postID=8690307067783654678&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733523/posts/default/8690307067783654678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733523/posts/default/8690307067783654678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peikee.blogspot.com/2007/06/toilet-seat-lifter.html' title='Toilet Seat Lifter'/><author><name>Porky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08529129341087875766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.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-7733523.post-5978384996456828482</id><published>2007-06-02T13:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T13:40:51.338+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bread Shop (Part 1)</title><content type='html'>Yawnz (I'm not tired!!!)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been up for 2 hours now and done jack! Still on the first page of my notes. Bah! And my final's in 3 weeks time. Oh well~ Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is everyone asking me to blog? Lol, I don't think it's coz I'm popular... No. Don't force me. I'll get writer's block (or is it more of my pure laziness). Finally I can understand why Inoue Takehiko doesn't want to come up with Slam Dunk 2. Anyway, it's finally time to get out of the lazy habit, and do something productive. Like today, I finally washed my muddy shoes from 1 month's ago paintballing. Eewww... Gross! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been contacting ppl much. Don't know why... Just feel quite all right to be like this. As long as one's happy I guess. But I still love you guys, so yeah, don't think I've forgotten you all. Jiahui, I'm not sure if I can still come down to Australia. Air ticket company has yet to contact me, and I'll be a little busy and tight. I'll let you know the result whatever it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeff and me were discussing about this bread shop near our place. I've been walking past it at night, and noticed the countless amounts of bread thrown away. It's really such a waste, when these could have gone to the poor around the Whitechapel (speaking of which... Whitechapel is the area I live in now. There's no white chapel around here... Only a mosque in the vicinity. It's aka Arab street to us) area, or to poor students like us :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, we decided: why not go ask the shop owner for some? After all, we've patronised her shop quite a few times, and she knows us well enough to put my purchases on the tab when I didn't bring enough money. What a nice lady! But it will be a real dilemma for her really coz if she gives us bread, we won't go to her to buy our own. Yet it's really such a waste to see all of it in the bin. I swear they smell so good I've even thought of picking up the ones which have not touched the sides of the bin while the bakers were not looking. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we finally decided to use some psycho tricks taught to us by our other housemates - Make the person feel good b4 getting a request. Just gotta include it in our OSCEs practice revision now. And this is the result of our role-playing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Role-playing practice&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pei Kee (with Jeff): Hello, it's us again... How's it going? (Does this sound familiar?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shop owner: Hello boys. We're fine. What can I get for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pei Kee: Let's see... We'll have the double chocolate and blueberry muffin, the chocolate-chip cookies, one loaf of wholemeal bread, and the cheesecake (I swear it's in no way cheesecake, it's coconut-flake cake the last time I bought it. They just call it cheesecake coz it looks like one).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Trick: You've gotta pretend to buy loads and make her feel good remember?)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shop owner: That's quite a handful you've got there. Erm, total's 5.40 pounds please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pei Kee (Goes for the kill): Yeah, what to do... We're hungry boys after all. Btw, we've been passing by your bread shop at night, and we noticed all those bread going into the bin. Doesn't anyone want them? It's such a waste really, coz your bread tastes so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shop owner (flattered): Really? Aww, that's so sweet of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pei Kee (The final stroke... Bankai!): Well, if nobody wants them, we'll have some of it. After all, it's a real pity such good bread goes to waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shop owner: Aww, that's so thoughtful of you boys. All right, tell you what... Come at 9pm at night whenever you boys want some bread. I'll get the bakers to keep some for you. How's that sound?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pei Kee (Looks at Jeff): Perfect. Mmm... Yum yum! I can't wait to try your other varieties. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shop owner (proud by now): You'll be impressed, my love. I shall go speak to them lot now. Take care now~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pei Kee: Okay, thanks a lot. Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm sure anyone would be flattered by those little tricks of ours. And to prove it, we'll be going by the shop sometime soon to try it. Just you lot wait for &lt;strong&gt;Part II&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was reading your blog and saw this post of yours. I see your tears girl, and I'm sorry I've neglected them. This nostalgic song's for you (It accompanied me through my loneliest times and I hope it'll make you strong just as it has done for me).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Back to work...&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733523-5978384996456828482?l=peikee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peikee.blogspot.com/feeds/5978384996456828482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733523&amp;postID=5978384996456828482&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733523/posts/default/5978384996456828482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733523/posts/default/5978384996456828482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peikee.blogspot.com/2007/06/bread-shop-part-1.html' title='The Bread Shop (Part 1)'/><author><name>Porky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08529129341087875766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.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-7733523.post-9084015982471425079</id><published>2007-05-02T00:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T00:59:02.354+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Back</title><content type='html'>Yeap, I know everyone would probably think this blog's dead. I don't know why... But I finally feel well enough to post stuff up after listening to some nostalgic music. Well, 1 a.m. and I'm tired now. Haha! Well, at least there's a start =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733523-9084015982471425079?l=peikee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peikee.blogspot.com/feeds/9084015982471425079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733523&amp;postID=9084015982471425079&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733523/posts/default/9084015982471425079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733523/posts/default/9084015982471425079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peikee.blogspot.com/2007/05/back.html' title='Back'/><author><name>Porky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08529129341087875766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.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-7733523.post-8967187484797813765</id><published>2006-11-14T11:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-14T11:55:29.901Z</updated><title type='text'>Me, Myself and You</title><content type='html'>Okay, I didn't post the stuff below. I'm sure anyone could tell that my housemates did. And no, shit... It's rubbing in again, stupid ass. The stupid bitch (not my dear bitch) posted the damn disclaimer. I swear I'll kill her one day if I have the chance to. &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sorry I haven't blogged for quite a while. Been feeling a bit moody since I was back. But at least, now I kinda know what I want down here. I've actually written quite a few postcards, but yet to send them out...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And before I forget, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;HAPPY 21st BIRTHDAY YILING&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You'll get your present soon hopefully... (Stupid bitch, just told me you're coming down. Thank god I didn't send the parcel up).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY YINGHUI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Thanks for the songs, and be glad I'm using ur favourite yellow yellow dirty fellow colour :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY BRO&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm sorry I've not been a good bro. Know you were the first to msg me this year, and I had to forget and end up being the last to wish you while you were outcamp. Haha! But you know I still love you. Come quick! I miss you. Michelle, you and I can go on a holiday =) Damn, if only there was someone with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All right, believe you should be in for a treat if u're still reading this blog =) Ever watched how Anakin Skywalker turned into Darth Vader. Now here's a replica. And here he is... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Before and...&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/275/944/320/13112006144.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;after&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/275/944/320/14112006146.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Okay, don't ask me why I did this. In any case, it's done. Haha! Now, I've repaired the tagging so go ahead and shoot me however much you want to. To you, erm everyone, and haha everyone, yar basically everyone: I'm all right in case you were wondering.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733523-8967187484797813765?l=peikee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peikee.blogspot.com/feeds/8967187484797813765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733523&amp;postID=8967187484797813765&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733523/posts/default/8967187484797813765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733523/posts/default/8967187484797813765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peikee.blogspot.com/2006/11/me-myself-and-you.html' title='Me, Myself and You'/><author><name>Porky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08529129341087875766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-7733523.post-116129112952805685</id><published>2006-10-19T21:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T04:27:52.108Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Disclaimer: if on any of my future blogs I report that the previous entry is fake, that's not true!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733523-116129112952805685?l=peikee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peikee.blogspot.com/feeds/116129112952805685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733523&amp;postID=116129112952805685&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733523/posts/default/116129112952805685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733523/posts/default/116129112952805685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peikee.blogspot.com/2006/10/disclaimer-if-on-any-of-my-future.html' title=''/><author><name>Porky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08529129341087875766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-7733523.post-116129100778786551</id><published>2006-10-19T21:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T04:27:51.662Z</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts reflecting housemates</title><content type='html'>Having come to live in a house full of Singhs, I feel like giving them all blowjhobis (blowjobs in punjabi).......sorry, i've been singh-ified!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been handcuffed to a tree for my bday, given a cup showing a picture of a scantily clad (v. v. beautiful) woman who will reveal all when the contents are warmed up, obviously, by me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Further, I am overjoyed to be living in a house with most whose hobbies are playing computer games. We battle daily and indulge in mercyless killings. Whoo hoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My weekly chores include washing the toilet bowl (the subject of which i am v. well versed in), cooking (it has thus improved from the sludge that it was, to a meal worth of the queen), and picking my toes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733523-116129100778786551?l=peikee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peikee.blogspot.com/feeds/116129100778786551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733523&amp;postID=116129100778786551&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733523/posts/default/116129100778786551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733523/posts/default/116129100778786551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peikee.blogspot.com/2006/10/thoughts-reflecting-housemates.html' title='Thoughts reflecting housemates'/><author><name>Porky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08529129341087875766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7733523.post-115756893743638168</id><published>2006-09-06T19:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T04:27:51.341Z</updated><title type='text'>So Little Time</title><content type='html'>Only 2 weeks left before it's time to fly back. And I've still not met up with quite a number of people. Including her... Well, doubt I'll meet her though, coz it doesn't seem as if she wants to meet up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel as if there's limited time for us in our lives. There's limited time for me to pack for my trip to Korea this Saturday, and yet I'm still sitting down here at 2+ in the morning waiting for the England match. This makes me all the more tired, and I'll probably wake up at 3 again tmrw. And to think of it, there'll only be 3 days after I come back from Korea to pack my stuff for UK. Sometimes, ppl just don't change... Just like Crystal and Yew Song. I think we can form a group called the last-minute kings already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, army's finished. Just left a day to go collect my NRIC. The asses have been burning my offs the whole of last week. Then what for give me off when u're going to burn it? So that I have the advantage of booking-in in civi, and coming in at 8. It's still almost the same lor. And haha, my stupid boss. Have got this friend who has ORD-ed and doesn't like him at all, just like me. And the minute my boss calls him out for steamboat to treat the both of us, he'll say he is busy. Lol, I just don't know how to laugh at him. But it's not easy being a boss lar I must say. Sometimes u wonder whether u're too harsh, and sometimes whether u're too lenient. I hope that I'll not commit the same mistakes when I was the store-ic back then. All the storemen ended up learning how to drive army vehicles...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, about the trip to Korea. Guess who's my partner going with me? IT'S MY MOM!! Can anyone believe it? Haha. Even Yew Song was laughing at me, wondering how boring it'll be for me. Okay, I'm quite a boring person too, so maybe for her as well. And we're going to Jeju where Winter Sonata was filmed. Right! I'm beginning to wonder how many couples there'll be who'll be gossiping about us. How sad man... Is it coz my bro's going to KL to visit his gf, and my mom's taking pity on me. Argh, whatever, I'm not going to think man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, called my ex on her bday, but couldn't get to her. Anyway, if u're reading (though I doubt u'll coz u don't have this site's address... and why am i publishing this?), happy birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Football's starting. Come on England...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733523-115756893743638168?l=peikee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peikee.blogspot.com/feeds/115756893743638168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733523&amp;postID=115756893743638168&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733523/posts/default/115756893743638168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733523/posts/default/115756893743638168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peikee.blogspot.com/2006/09/so-little-time.html' title='So Little Time'/><author><name>Porky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08529129341087875766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-7733523.post-115478257257339333</id><published>2006-08-05T13:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T04:27:50.785Z</updated><title type='text'>My 2nd Punishment</title><content type='html'>I've been irritated these past few days after not receiving money to pay for rental this month. To top it off... It's not just this month, but last as well (okay except for one who payed). I'm already 4 days late... And yet I still can't pay the landlord! Ah god, why do I always have to wait this long? I don't mind paying for one person first, but when 4 people don't pay, I can't even do a thing you understand? Urgh! I'm already busy with army, don't tell me you're more busy than me? Or is it coz no one bothers to check out their e-mails. Seriously, I must say, I can understand why people are irritated when one doesn't reply to SMSes. It's actually just a matter of making the effort for a few minutes. But it's probably the laziness seeping into everyone, now that it's holiday time. Even I myself have done it before... So I shan't blame anyone. But please, pay me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking about army, I just got myself into trouble. Nights off and stayout previlege has been taken off me for not booking in/out of camp... My 2nd punishment since the start of army. Not bad I must say in my own opinion. But argh... It's for a month. Plus we got to go back and work on the weekends as well. Isn't it as good as SOL (Stoppage of Leave)? I almost said that, but thank god I didn't... Or else my boss will start marking me. I bet they did this coz of the inspection that's coming up this month. They want us to work like slaves for them without giving us any off. How smart. Out of about 100 people, only 7 didn't commit the offence. As good as mass free labour, ain't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I've been induced with too much of the drivers' mentality. I must say I don't really like drivers... But after working in the place for so long... I must say they do take the piss out of you at times when they get lazy, but other than that, they're a great bunch when it comes to helping one another. Okay, maybe not all... But at least, they are mostly humble. That's what I like about them. Perhaps army wasn't such a waste of my time after all. Made me realise the values that are important to me. I hope that's what you like about us, Crystal... About VS guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another boss asked if I wanted him to speak on my behalf coz I'm good friends with him for a long time plus he knows I've only got one month of service left, and I only didn't sign out for a couple of days. How tempting isn't it? But I rejected... Bet M.O. and Crystal will call me a fool for this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But nvm, I hope u all understand why.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733523-115478257257339333?l=peikee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peikee.blogspot.com/feeds/115478257257339333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733523&amp;postID=115478257257339333&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733523/posts/default/115478257257339333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733523/posts/default/115478257257339333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peikee.blogspot.com/2006/08/my-2nd-punishment.html' title='My 2nd Punishment'/><author><name>Porky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08529129341087875766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.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-7733523.post-115383738655082739</id><published>2006-07-25T15:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T04:27:50.447Z</updated><title type='text'>Updates Updates</title><content type='html'>It's only a month till I start clearing my leave. Yay! Feel damn shiok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Today is Jiahui's and Papa's birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;It's so easy to remember. They fall on the same day. If I forget about one, all I just have to do is to remember the other and I'll remember it. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, couldn't call you coz I can't access my UK handphone. Didn't bring back the battery to charge it. Bought my dad some brownies instead. He's so health conscious that cream food is permanently banned, so I've always got to think of alternatives to buy. Person who marries me has to remember this too :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't mention this the other day... I pushed someone else's trolley for at least 5 - 10 minutes till I reached the counter. And it was almost full. Feel so sorry for the person. Has to take everything all over again. I hope she found back her trolley though :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I went for the modelling interview in case you guys didn't know. But I doubt I'll take the offer after listening to some life story advice from M.O. again. Have got to go sleep now. Just came back from camp. Shagged!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733523-115383738655082739?l=peikee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peikee.blogspot.com/feeds/115383738655082739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733523&amp;postID=115383738655082739&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733523/posts/default/115383738655082739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733523/posts/default/115383738655082739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peikee.blogspot.com/2006/07/updates-updates.html' title='Updates Updates'/><author><name>Porky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08529129341087875766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-7733523.post-115279780665688195</id><published>2006-07-13T13:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T04:27:49.335Z</updated><title type='text'>The Army Mood</title><content type='html'>Haven't blogged in such a long time, I feel as though I should perhaps leave my blog alone during the summer. But after persuassion from some people, I feel... ... well, let's just say slightly motivated again. To those who have been patiently going to my blog every day, thank you very much. I appreciate your patience. That's it.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Army's been taking the mood out of me. I'm back to my usual self again. M.O thinks it's the anti-hypertensives that's making me look dazed. It's not dude. Lotsa work to do in work that I tend to ignore some calls or msgs unless they're really important. Go home, and the first thing I do is to play my Winning 11, or look for things to download. Other than that, it's just eat or sleep, or meeting up with friends. Well, I must say I'm glad to be doing some stuff again. Such as the usual pool tournaments with our dear friend M.O. I must say he's such an ass. When he loses one game, he'll say "Okay, best of 3/5" and then he'll go on to win those games. What an ass u know! Lose already keep playing more till he wins. I swear, there's no else who will win like that other than him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday... Met Clarissa for jap dinner. Stupid Matt went to watch Singapore Idol, and was swinging the banner around. Didn't even call me to go. But what can I say? Shinmin didn't even go. Haha! I was working the other day when I got a msg from Matt saying "You're an idiot!" Guess who it was - Thng Shinmin! I swear girl, I'm so gonna kill u on Saturday when we go prawning. But anyway, back to Clarissa... Yes, I found out how much of a slacker I've been. She's been doing so much work for SMSL, typing lotsa stuff etc, and here I am slacking at home. God, I felt so guilty I quickly went home to ask about the shirts for SingSoc. Now I just have to wait for Samantha. I think I better buck up this weekend man! Gotta prepare some stuff for the freshers to take home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Army's been crap. I'm the utility man again, coz I just have to know everything. M.O sometimes says he's never seen a NSF busier than me. I don't know... Somehow I feel it's a responsibility while I'm there. Found out a lot of stupid problems there. Designed a weapon spares database for them to use, and now they're not using it for what it was originally designed for. Just 9 months and it's become like this. I swear! It's the attitude man. Boss asked me to think of a solution to help improve the place. What solution when the ppl are already like this? Otherwise they won't be in army already mah. Asked this Staff Sergeant why he doesn't want to quit? "Good pay for doing nothing, who doesn't want?" What the hell. Made me so pissed that I think I've finally cracked my head and may just have thought of a solution. Let's see if it works!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been going out a lot, and hardly have dinner at home now. Feel so bad. Don't even get to have dinner regularly with my dad now that I'm back. In fact, the reason for me being to stay at home everyday is coz of my dad. So sad, I'm not even using my privilege properly. These kinda things really make you think a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now that I'm back, I suddenly remembered about a promise I made to myself last year. I realised that in the last year, I've really grown quite a bit in my opinion. I've learnt to keep my word better, and suddenly now, promises have suddenly become so important to uphold. It's become somewhat of a principle now. I just hope that I'm finally able to see through my promises, and fulfil this one. That way, I can feel satisfied with my life. A lot of people have said that it's selfish to just think about keeping/upholding the promise you made to yourself. Do you know it really puts me in a tough spot? Seriously, I do waver a little when you guys say that. But a promise is a promise after all as someone once said. It's like a responsibility once you take it. If you can't even keep it, how can people trust you? If you can't even keep a promise with your friend, or even to yourself, then what's the point of even making one? But I really don't like it when girls force promises onto you. They just barge their way through and force you to accept it. Such asses, especially the one who stays in Jurong, such a difficult one (promise) you know. Till the point I'm stuck in the middle on many occasions. But anyway, let's just forget about it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHM training is tomorrow, and they won't let me go running again. Asses! Takes me just half an hour to walk to East Coast Park and what's more I've got a medical appointment in the afternoon to see the cardiologist. I know I've been banned from running, but I can don't report to camp if you allowed me. Ass! Seriously, big time ass! Okay, I know they care about me, but argh, I'm just irritated right now. Off to Blood+ and hopefully some SingSoc stuff later on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733523-115279780665688195?l=peikee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peikee.blogspot.com/feeds/115279780665688195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733523&amp;postID=115279780665688195&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733523/posts/default/115279780665688195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733523/posts/default/115279780665688195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peikee.blogspot.com/2006/07/army-mood.html' title='The Army Mood'/><author><name>Porky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08529129341087875766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-7733523.post-115071908779321583</id><published>2006-06-19T13:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T04:27:48.867Z</updated><title type='text'>Exams</title><content type='html'>After wearing boxers around the flat just this week, 4 people have already saw my... (phd) ... Gosh, I so like them, but am reluctant to wear them now. And they called it weeny! You asses, I'll get back at you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today's paper was crazy! But still do-able. Most of us just finished in time, someone finished in 1 hour, instead of 2, while another had loads (she estimated 15) of questions unanswered. Mixed feelings everywhere... Ah, let's just pray. And continue studying for the remaining papers. That's about the only thing we can do now right? So step on the gear man. This is the last week...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733523-115071908779321583?l=peikee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peikee.blogspot.com/feeds/115071908779321583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733523&amp;postID=115071908779321583&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733523/posts/default/115071908779321583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733523/posts/default/115071908779321583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peikee.blogspot.com/2006/06/exams.html' title='Exams'/><author><name>Porky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08529129341087875766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-7733523.post-114998199590508675</id><published>2006-06-11T00:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T04:27:48.450Z</updated><title type='text'>Clinical Skills</title><content type='html'>Okay, the paper B next week, otherwise known as OSCEs, carry a huge 50% for the entire year's marks. It basically consists of looking at histological slides, identifying bones, etc and demonstrating proficient clinical skills such as cardiorespiratory/abdominal examinations, CPR, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never knew that practising clinical skills could be so fun and funny! Our dear 'auntie' yesterday intended to check my back for sacral oedema (water retention in the lower back). Instead she said "I'm checking for his scrotum (instead of sacral oedema)..." Wahahaha! I just burst out laughing. Okay, let's not be so bad to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went to the kitchen to wash my dishes later on, and the 'auntie' said "Come and look for me before you go to bed". Now she got me really curious and suspicious there. My perverseness started kicking in again and I was thinking what on earth did I do just now. Well, I taught her how to perform a cardio examination so maybe she might reward me with... ... ... Hahaha! What stupid thoughts... And before I knew it, my parasympathetic system was activated again, and my little brother stood up, parallel to the ground! And I was wearing my boxers... Argh! You know when the inner part (glans) of your ehem touches something, it will hurt. To conceal my 'little brother' and stop the pain, I had to bend over at the sink to allow the boxers to expand at the front. Well, the trick didn't last for long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I thought I wasn't feeling anymore pain, I concluded that 'he' was no longer in the flag raising position. So I stood up normally again. Just then, the 'auntie' asked me some questions, and I started to talk to her. And suddenly, she exclaimed "Oh my god! I can see your little brother sticking out there". I looked down and hold and behold, it was! And oh no, that wasn't the end of it. She went around the flat telling everyone to come and take a look. Thank god 'he' quickly went down and took cover in time. That's it! I don't care what people say anymore. I'll continue being a commando! I love being commando!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's England match wasn't that impressive but I'm hoping they'll improve on as the matches continue. Exam stress does get the most crazy part of you! Rama and I had a bathing competition just now to see who could bathe faster. Of course I won! Went into the toilet, took off clothes, bathed, and wore back clothes. All in all, 4 minutes. Still slow compared to army timings when we only rinsed in the water for 30 seconds on the first day. Gosh, I do miss army days even though I'm dreading having to go back this summer. How ironic! But back to studying...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733523-114998199590508675?l=peikee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peikee.blogspot.com/feeds/114998199590508675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733523&amp;postID=114998199590508675&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733523/posts/default/114998199590508675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733523/posts/default/114998199590508675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peikee.blogspot.com/2006/06/clinical-skills.html' title='Clinical Skills'/><author><name>Porky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08529129341087875766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-7733523.post-114950260366599623</id><published>2006-06-05T11:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T04:27:48.106Z</updated><title type='text'>Antihypertensives</title><content type='html'>Okay, finally got to see the GP today. She said that there was stress on the heart on the ECG, while blood tests were normal. Sounds idiopathic (unknown cause) to me. Just for some of you to know... Idiopathic hypertension is also known as primary hypertension or essential hypertension. Why? Coz people thought that this sort of hypertension was necessary and thus termed it essential when it actually isn't. Hello! I actually do not need hypertension here. Have been changing my diet. Chips's got no salt now, have to use less oyster sauce, and drinking yoghurt drinks to lower down my blood pressure. Urgh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, on ACE inhibitors (a class of drug) now. Let's hope that I still ACE the papers when I still have to go to the doctors 2 more times to follow-up: one next week, and one during exam week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733523-114950260366599623?l=peikee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peikee.blogspot.com/feeds/114950260366599623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733523&amp;postID=114950260366599623&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733523/posts/default/114950260366599623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733523/posts/default/114950260366599623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peikee.blogspot.com/2006/06/antihypertensives.html' title='Antihypertensives'/><author><name>Porky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08529129341087875766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7733523.post-114946330211340953</id><published>2006-06-05T00:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T04:27:47.728Z</updated><title type='text'>Get Yourself Together</title><content type='html'>Many people have said that I still am unable to let her go. Haha, I don't know if it's true though I doubt it is... But was studying in Rama's room when he played a song that I had not listened to in quite a while. Helped me pick up myself and get up on my foot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For Jiahui, Yiling, Junie and Yiwen...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And all you bums who are still slacking and not studying!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733523-114946330211340953?l=peikee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peikee.blogspot.com/feeds/114946330211340953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733523&amp;postID=114946330211340953&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733523/posts/default/114946330211340953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733523/posts/default/114946330211340953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peikee.blogspot.com/2006/06/get-yourself-together.html' title='Get Yourself Together'/><author><name>Porky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08529129341087875766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7733523.post-114942110725736604</id><published>2006-06-04T12:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T04:27:47.376Z</updated><title type='text'>The Urinal</title><content type='html'>It's so weird... I'm blogging more during exams period! Argh, I'm so gonna die. Then again, I've gotta admit: Blogging's a good way of relieving stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know what came over me last night. Was peeing halfway when I suddenly thought: You know how girls always complain that guys wet the whole toilet bowl because of 'poor aiming'. Well, you gotta understand that sometimes, when guys wake up, (okay I shall put it in medical terms here) their parasympathetic systems (conserve energy) are activated. Okay, for those of you that do not understand, I meant erection. If you think about it, blood doesn't need to flow to our leg muscles since they don't require the oxygen then. So where do they go? Well, they gotta flow to 'somewhere else' definitely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's normal actually. After all, our autonomic nervous system was designed to help us with our sleeping patterns. When waking up, the sympathetic nervous system (fight or flight) is activated. But it takes a while for the adrenaline to pump around our body, for the blood 'there' to flow to other more important areas (1). So guys, if you do notice, when you wake up at 3am suddenly just to go and pee, your dude's pointing up to the sky, whereas if you take an hour to get out of bed, it's probably flaccid. Perhaps impotent men should have the habit of waking up early and quickly to do it with their wives. Okay, enough for the scientific literature over here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the story, I was just thinking yesterday that perhaps I could fix up a urinal in my future home next time. That way, the kids could use the urinal without their moms screaming into their and my precious ears. Had enough screaming over the past 20 years. Hahaha! So the toilet has got to be quite posh and big. But what sort of urinal should I get? And suddenly, I remembered about the urinal I saw in Italy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6433/490/400/PICT0112.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now, if you look carefully, this is no ordinary urinal. Why? If you look carefully, the flushing system's operated by a tap, not a button or sensor. How cool is that? Turn on the tap, and water flows out to wash away all the stuff. You don't even have to worry about it running out of water unlike our usual toilet bowl. If I do get one, it'll definitely be this design.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But after thinking for a while, the kids will probably just 'shoot' around into the urinal at home. What about other people's house. I wouldn't want them to go around wetting other people's homes. Have got to start their training from the home. Perhaps I could follow what the army does - Having a sign on top that says "Aim before you shoot!" Haha, I do miss army days. But in any case, after careful consideration, I can say the kids are not going to get a nice big posh toilet with a urinal in it after all!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;References:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sympathetic_nervous_system"&gt;Wikipedia (2006). Sympathetic nervous system. [Online]. Florida: Wikimedia Foundation, Inc. Available: URL &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sympathetic_nervous_system"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sympathetic_nervous_system&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sympathetic_nervous_system"&gt; [Accessed 04/06/06].&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;EDIT: With regards to our dear friend iphris's comments, she's submitted a picture via MSN to support her claims of how her toilet bowl will work.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6433/490/320/Urinal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;EDIT 2: Now M.O. also wants to put up his own photo when he was supposed to go and meet Crystal and the rest. If he was late, you know what he's been doing... (Notice the extra little thing... Why didn't you make the seat hit it M.O.)?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6433/490/320/Urinal2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733523-114942110725736604?l=peikee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peikee.blogspot.com/feeds/114942110725736604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733523&amp;postID=114942110725736604&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733523/posts/default/114942110725736604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733523/posts/default/114942110725736604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peikee.blogspot.com/2006/06/urinal.html' title='The Urinal'/><author><name>Porky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08529129341087875766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7733523.post-114937910597198865</id><published>2006-06-04T00:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T04:27:46.922Z</updated><title type='text'>Guys vs Girls</title><content type='html'>Okay, I'm not trying to say whether I prefer guys or girls. Some of you might know how I'm able to communicate better with girls. And this is in no way a sign of me being gay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I just want to say is... I miss my guy friends... Yew Song, Steven, Randy, Zeke, Matthew, Rama... You guys are always there in a way girls can never understand. You don't have to say much... Yet, we become stronger just by going out or being aware of the other party's presence. Thanks so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And this in no way changes who my best friend is... (Even if you found out about ***** first).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing before i forget...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY 21ST BIRTHDAY MISS PRESIDENT OF THE FAST SPEAKERS ASSOCIATION!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And also HAPPY 21ST BIRTHDAY MISS FAT CAT in advance first.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Still love you guys for your own special traits).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733523-114937910597198865?l=peikee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peikee.blogspot.com/feeds/114937910597198865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733523&amp;postID=114937910597198865&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733523/posts/default/114937910597198865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733523/posts/default/114937910597198865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peikee.blogspot.com/2006/06/guys-vs-girls.html' title='Guys vs Girls'/><author><name>Porky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08529129341087875766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7733523.post-114915240091602809</id><published>2006-06-03T00:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T04:27:46.542Z</updated><title type='text'>Sky-dive</title><content type='html'>Thursday's story starts a week ago. Matthew and I qualified to go for skydiving after RAG. It so happened that Matt chose 1st June coz Sarah called him first to confirm the dates. And when Matt told me the date, I was so shocked I could hardly say a thing. Had promised to go out with Yiling today since late April I think. But yeah, I thought that perhaps skydiving would only take till late afternoon max so I decided to go for 1st June as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Sarah called and I told her I'll go for 1st June as well. But when she told me the location, my jaw dropped again. It was at Peterborough, which is 2.5 - 3 hours away from London. But she told us that we'll leave in the morning at 0830 and it'll just "take the whole day" so I was quite relieved. As long as I could go out with Yiling for dinner, it's fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Called Yiling and told her, and of course got yelled at a little coz she had to go shopping in the afternoon all alone. Lol! But that girl didn't tell me that she had called up her aunt, and said she was going there for dinner with me! I was like... "So you want me to pretend to be your bf for a day now?" Haha... I haven't had this kind of honour for such a long time. And then she told me that her aunt had probably assumed I was going to be girl, coz she just said that she's bringing a friend along. Wth~! What will your aunt think man? I could just imagine her aunt's expression later on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, woke up at 7+ to go to the Tube to meet everyone else at 08 30. Well, the skydiving centre called up and told us that the weather wasn't good in the morning, and we had to wait till 9 for further news. And after waiting in the cold weather, all we got was that we had to wait till 10 30 again. My hopes really sky-dived then! I began calculating the time, and realised that I'd only be able to reach back at 6+ at the earliest. There was no point in me going then coz I had already promised Yiling. So I told Matt I wasn't going, and he went "Huh? Now I've gotta go by myself." And why? Coz I didn't tell him that I actually didn't want to go on 1st June. But thank goodness, that boy was still sane, and decided to go. Haha! I wouldn't want my friend to miss out on sky-dive just because of me. Sometimes, it's better to say whatever you don't feel comfortable with to your friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I became a good boy and went for lessons, and met Yiling at 13 30. I'm telling you... That girl is never early, in fact, you can't really trust girls. They go like "Hey wait wait... Let me put on my earrings..." then "Hold on, I forgot the make-up"... Urgh! And why they say? "It's a free show for you guys. You all better appreciate it." I'm telling you... I can't stand all this make-up thing. Don't understand what's so pretty about it. It's all fake! Prefer someone to look natural. I mean what can I say, I preferred how my mom looked when she was wearing pyjamus rather than office clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, then we went to the VS (not Victoria School... Vidal Sasoon) education centre for her to have her hair-cut. God, we spent 3 hours there. Thank goodness, I brought some lecture notes to study, or else I'd have killed you Ling. Haha, and this korean translator kept talking to me... Urgh~ I wanted to study. And then I called Matt to ask about his sky-diving. And they didn't go. Weather wasn't good. For once, the weather I had checked on BBC was wrong. Haha. But will probably miss the post-poned sky-diving coz it'll probably be after exams when I'm back in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went to Yiling's place for dinner. She went "Hello Aunt Peggy, this is my friend Pei Kee..." Her aunt turned around and said hi, turned her head back to her chopping board, and then turned around again. Haha, I couldn't stop laughing thinking she must have thought "Am I seeing a guy?" And then when she asked for my name again, Yiling said "Pei Kee..." and she pointed to herself with a big question mark on her face. She was just so funny! And having an ang-moh husband allowed her to be the 'head' of the family. She was just shouting around, and saying "See... I've got to take care of these 3 kids (when she only had 2)". Lol, thank goodness her husband is very friendly and patient. In chinese families, I can just imagine the husband abusing his wife for saying that, like what Yiling said. But dinner was good and healthy... Roast chicken, bah kut teh, blah blah... And she even recommended anti-hypertensives for me. Lol, she reminds me of my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah, I really enjoyed myself. We caught a wrong train on the way back, but thank goodness we realised soon enough so it only cost us an additional 10 minutes. Felt sad when Yiling left with Fontaine. Really haven't seen her in a long time, and she had to go off so quickly. Will miss you girl. And I've got to admit something here. You're right Crystal Goh. I'm a big flirt. I can't protest anything against that. I'm speechless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And so it is... Someone said that it's too late to apologise. Yeah, I think so too. I had actually typed sth for Miss Goh 2 days ago, but I guess I'll not put it in here. No point as well. I mean... There's no point in me saying anything now other than making amendments in the future. Besides, Mr/Miss No Name will probably tag the same thing in here anyway. Yar, but it was really foolish of me to doubt you... The last person I should be doubting. Stupid old me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733523-114915240091602809?l=peikee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peikee.blogspot.com/feeds/114915240091602809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733523&amp;postID=114915240091602809&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733523/posts/default/114915240091602809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733523/posts/default/114915240091602809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peikee.blogspot.com/2006/06/sky-dive.html' title='Sky-dive'/><author><name>Porky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08529129341087875766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-7733523.post-114900787103193756</id><published>2006-05-30T17:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T04:27:46.275Z</updated><title type='text'>Sausages</title><content type='html'>In association to what our dear Steven tagged, I must say one FACT FOR TODAY: &lt;strong&gt;I HATE SAUSAGES! I DON'T LIKE THEM...&lt;/strong&gt; Hahaha, so I'm not gay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now in case you wondering, I can assure you that this article has been certified PG though the title looks a bit dubious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what on earth is inside a sausage? Have you ever seen what goes into the sausage during the manufacturing process?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you do notice nowadays at the supermarket, the chicken meat and what you have it have less fat in them. Not just meat... Milk, mayonnaise, the list just goes on and on... Everything has reduced fat or cream content. Where do all of them go? To the bin? One might wish for it to be true, but in reality, it's not! Which company in the right frame mind of mind (though selfish as well) would want to go through the hassle of removing extra cream for u and then throw it away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Solution: &lt;/strong&gt;Put it into processed foods. Sausages, chicken nuggets... all the chicken fat and skin goes into this. If you don't believe me, buy some sausage rolls, bite it and take a look inside and tell me what you see. The sausages here have to be those that come out straight from the machines. Those red sausages that you see have been coloured and processed even more to make it look, taste and feel more like meat when in fact it isn't!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about the cream? It all goes to ice cream! That's what it's name is for... Ice cream nowadays have higher cream contents than what they used to have. Which girl will go look at the amount of cream in an ice-cream container and compare it? They just say that they're on a diet when it comes to normal food, and binge on ice-cream after that! It really makes me wonder if they deserve to say that boys think with their ehem instead of their brains. Hello girls, you aren't making sense either! (Okay, I think I just made a whole lot of girl enemies there. But I've got no choice. I've got to... In order to stop people from calling me a flirt! Gotta be mean sometimes :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So theoretically, while we may be drinking low-fat milk, we're actually eating more fats found in other parts of our food. Is the F&amp;B industry right to do this? People simply don't want fats, and u just have to put it into their diets to cut down your losses! Now, I'm not saying that all food companies do the same thing. There are certain ones that still believe in giving their customers what they believe to be best for them! Take for example... Rama's favourite Kettle's chips. It's got no MSG in it, yet they do not go around advertising it. Instead they keep a low-profile and believe that customers who have tried it will maintain faith in their products. Now this is what I call true entrepreneuship just like our dear MO's VTC! Maintaining customers' faith. That's what's most important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, should we be careful about our food? Well, a little perhaps, or else we won't be able to enjoy our lives... After all, food is what we thrive on right, Crystal? Haha... All your chips and snacks, no one else can compare to you. Haha! Everyone know that bak chor mee is not good, but everyone still eats it! It's just so good, it's worth dying for. Until then, we'd better thank the F&amp;B industry for allowing us to keep our lovely full-cream dairy milk...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733523-114900787103193756?l=peikee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peikee.blogspot.com/feeds/114900787103193756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733523&amp;postID=114900787103193756&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733523/posts/default/114900787103193756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733523/posts/default/114900787103193756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peikee.blogspot.com/2006/05/sausages.html' title='Sausages'/><author><name>Porky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08529129341087875766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-7733523.post-114894676719136027</id><published>2006-05-30T00:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T04:27:45.896Z</updated><title type='text'>The 'Amazing' Video</title><content type='html'>I found this really amazing video on Steven's site. Will borrow it here... Haha, sorry dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eE8nStuWQFg"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eE8nStuWQFg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733523-114894676719136027?l=peikee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peikee.blogspot.com/feeds/114894676719136027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733523&amp;postID=114894676719136027&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733523/posts/default/114894676719136027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733523/posts/default/114894676719136027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peikee.blogspot.com/2006/05/amazing-video.html' title='The &apos;Amazing&apos; Video'/><author><name>Porky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08529129341087875766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-7733523.post-114873310696111049</id><published>2006-05-27T12:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T04:27:45.365Z</updated><title type='text'>Changed!!</title><content type='html'>Finally, I've changed the blog layout. Been meaning to do it for a long time, but just didn't have the idea or inspiration to do so... Till the day before exams! Haha, weird isn't it? Well, the story goes like this... I got a bit dejected the night before exams, and had problems going to bed. And then I started playing Dishwalla's music, till it got to Nashville Skyline. Suddenly, I felt better. The music was soothing, yet encouraging, as if there was hope for me, and for everyone else out there. It seemed to spark something within me, telling me that there was no need to despair coz there's always something to look forward to in this life. It just made me feel so free and relaxed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I realised I had loads of friends in the same situation as me, but I've been neglecting them for quite a while. Had not spoken to them for a long while such as Vanessa or Niro (You didn't pick up! Stop blaming me), etc. Or had not read others' blogs for a long time. In fact, I haven't contacted those 2 and many others since coming back here. And I didn't even realise that Vanessa was feeling down till Taharim pointed at the sketch book Van gave me... So stupid isn't it? Your friend's book is just right in front of you, and yet u're oblivious to it, I feel like such a lousy friend. Went to her blog only to find out how super depressed she was. And there's so many other ppl I've not talked to... Quan Rung, Yew Song, Jocelyn, my dad, damn, the list just goes on... How can one be forgiven for such sins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But well, it kinda occured to me that all I can do now is to put this song up here for you ppl. I know many of you are irritated with blogs with song, but I just hope you'll enjoy this one. Thanks Matt and Maybel for introducing me to Dishwalla. Decided to change the layout for a fresh new start for everyone and me. I hope it makes all of you feel better, whether the last time I've spoken to you all is in ages or not. It's such a nice song for everyone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the couples:&lt;br /&gt;Crystal and Jon - You know I always tell u to break up with him, but I never mean it.&lt;br /&gt;Mom and Dad - No matter how depressing the accident is, it has only served to make our fammily a stronger one with more love between you and us. &lt;br /&gt;Michelle and Bro - Call her more, you ass! Stop playing your game, or else she'll feel neglected. Though I seldom speak to my bro now, we get along so well again whenever we see each other. All the scolding that u've endured from me, I hope you realise it's coz I love u as my one and only bro.&lt;br /&gt;Yew Song and Vic - Endure a bit more ppl, 3 more months and you can both be together in UK.&lt;br /&gt;Matthew and Shinmin - I'm sorry about the train prediction times, made you all late for your train. And screwed up your holiday plans a bit... I hope I can make it up to you on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;Mr and Mrs Ong - Run Mr Ong! Lose some weight, so that your wife can see you fit for one more time, or else I doubt you can ever get back to your original shape.&lt;br /&gt;For my cousins - I hope you guys are enjoying your time together, and with your kids. Play more mahjong and train up, before I come back to kick your asses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry if I didn't list down everyone... but I just hope you know that even if I did, you'll get my blessings (hopefully)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for the lonesome ppl like me:&lt;br /&gt;Haha... I shall not list down your names here to prevent release of P&amp;C information, but then again, I can put a list of guys and girls, and maybe you guys can mingle together on my blog. Argh, what a crazy idea. I'm not even working for SDU! But anyway, I hope you find meaning to your life, coz there's so much to look forward to. Take "the one who's smiling in front of her com like an idiot now for instance", I have always hoped that you'll be able to pick yourself up and see the hope that lies beyond the horizon, not only me, your beloved friends and my dear bitch as well. Though I always say I'm not jealous about your manly man, all I can say is that I am. You ass! Hopefully, all of you'll find the thing that you need to treasure this life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact of the day: Labour can be pain-free with the use of epidural analgesics, etc. My dear bitch would be glad to know that she can have a painless labour now. And I'm not trying to help you Jon :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733523-114873310696111049?l=peikee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peikee.blogspot.com/feeds/114873310696111049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733523&amp;postID=114873310696111049&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733523/posts/default/114873310696111049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733523/posts/default/114873310696111049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peikee.blogspot.com/2006/05/changed.html' title='Changed!!'/><author><name>Porky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08529129341087875766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7733523.post-114857703640034700</id><published>2006-05-25T18:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T04:27:45.024Z</updated><title type='text'>Cool Sketch</title><content type='html'>Tagboard has been down for days... Argh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this is so cool...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EuflSNGAWSQ"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EuflSNGAWSQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733523-114857703640034700?l=peikee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peikee.blogspot.com/feeds/114857703640034700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733523&amp;postID=114857703640034700&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733523/posts/default/114857703640034700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733523/posts/default/114857703640034700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peikee.blogspot.com/2006/05/cool-sketch.html' title='Cool Sketch'/><author><name>Porky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08529129341087875766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-7733523.post-114855809251447700</id><published>2006-05-25T12:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T04:27:44.567Z</updated><title type='text'>Fact of the Day</title><content type='html'>Did you know: &lt;strong&gt;"Going Dutch"&lt;/strong&gt; means paying for one's own meal when going to a restaurant for a date usually. Now &lt;strong&gt;"Going Double Dutch"&lt;/strong&gt;... What do you think this means? Going for a meal twice? Nah, it means using 2 types of contraceptive at the same time (a practice common in the Netherlands where the man wears a condom, the woman swallows an oral contraceptive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is suppossedly the safest type of sex &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;(This is again for our dear friend Crystal Goh who doesn't want to have kids. Jon will kill me if he finds out I'm teaching you these sorta things)&lt;/span&gt;.?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733523-114855809251447700?l=peikee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peikee.blogspot.com/feeds/114855809251447700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733523&amp;postID=114855809251447700&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733523/posts/default/114855809251447700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733523/posts/default/114855809251447700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peikee.blogspot.com/2006/05/fact-of-day.html' title='Fact of the Day'/><author><name>Porky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08529129341087875766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-7733523.post-114851460754626522</id><published>2006-05-25T00:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T04:27:44.395Z</updated><title type='text'>Exams Revisited!</title><content type='html'>No, it's not freshers revisited! It's exams, argh... It's on Friday, sigh. And since it's past twelve now, that means it's freaking tmr! Shit, I'm so dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, as I said, I didn't do very well on the previous paper. Did quite badly for the EMQs so I only got 77.8. Sorry mom! Didn't do well... Know you don't put any pressure on me at all, but sometimes I just feel the need to do well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking about my dad today while reading some stuff in Learning Landscape on lumbar and sacral nerves, etc. The car falling into a valley sounds horrific enough already. I would suppose that his injury to the spinal cord would warrant a CT scan/MRI. They say it can be quite a horrifying experience in those round big machines. And they're not cheap. I'm not sure how much one scan costs... Probably hundreds, near thousands? Sigh, just imagine my mom having to talk to the doctors with him about all the possible solutions and operations to be carried out while stabilising him. And they had to send him from Malacca to Singapore. Plus that silly man had to tell my mom that he couldn't &lt;strong&gt;STAND UP&lt;/strong&gt; (if you know what I mean) anymore, and asked her to find another man... He never changes... Lol! And my mom started crying, haha! Don't know whether it's coz she wanted to laugh and couldn't laugh, or crying coz my dad has never said such a thing to her in a long time. I must say my family's one of a kind :p But sigh, sad thing was I wasn't there to understand how traumatic the situation was. I always thought that there's nothing you can do to avoid accidents. If it happens, it happens. But today I can finally understand why my dad discourages me to drive at times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got lotsa things more to write actually, but just can't recall it coz of exams now :) But I will... And somemore interesting facts for Crystal Goh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Menopause: In 1990, women had menopause at 48, and usually died then. Nowadays, women acquire it at 51 and die at 80+. Haha, those ppl in the past didn't have to suffer much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pregnancy: Find a proper name in the word 'Pregnancy', and you get NANCY! Nancy, you've gotta quickly find a husband and get married. Don't count on those cute little kids in the tuition centre... Okay, I know I'm lame, but that's why you love me right, Crystal Goh? Haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733523-114851460754626522?l=peikee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peikee.blogspot.com/feeds/114851460754626522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733523&amp;postID=114851460754626522&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733523/posts/default/114851460754626522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733523/posts/default/114851460754626522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peikee.blogspot.com/2006/05/exams-revisited.html' title='Exams Revisited!'/><author><name>Porky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08529129341087875766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-7733523.post-114770757225762637</id><published>2006-05-15T16:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T04:27:44.088Z</updated><title type='text'>Exam Results (Part One)</title><content type='html'>Crystal told me not to study too hard to give others a chance. Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry people. I just got back my SAQs and I'm happy to say that I did give you guys a chance... Well, not to beat me, but at least to match my score...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coz I got full marks! Wahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I must say this is only SAQs which is worth 20 marks out of 90. I'll be so dead for the EMQs. You still have a chance after all to win me =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733523-114770757225762637?l=peikee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peikee.blogspot.com/feeds/114770757225762637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733523&amp;postID=114770757225762637&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733523/posts/default/114770757225762637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733523/posts/default/114770757225762637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peikee.blogspot.com/2006/05/exam-results-part-one.html' title='Exam Results (Part One)'/><author><name>Porky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08529129341087875766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-7733523.post-114738692560295098</id><published>2006-05-11T23:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T04:27:43.818Z</updated><title type='text'>Sorry... Thank you!</title><content type='html'>Now I think the title of this post sounds like Diana's usual words. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I think I made a girl sad yesterday night... No! I didn't do anything to her. Just stirred up some of her unhappy memories. Was thinking that my radical approach might help, but oh well... It didn't! Sigh, you know... My radical approach seems to work at times to get people back on their feet. But oh well, Matthew u're right this time. Shouldn't have. But just to let u know... I didn't mean everything in a bad manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know why... I started thinking about how I will raise my kids up and make them happy while I was in the shower. And I suddenly remembered this funny issue. Our family was in Australia's Movie World and mom and dad got my bro and i to shoot a blue-screen superman video. Haha, it was damn funny now that I think about it. But I must say it wasn't cheap too. It was really surprising that pa at that time allowed us to take it (knowing his stingy self), even though it must have cost a lot. It must really have been the power of love at that time, the thought of seeing how ur kids will enjoy themselves no matter what the cost. Thank you all for raising me till how I am now. I hope I'm not a disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going for RAG again tomorrow morning. Target: 415 pounds. I want to do sky-diving if possible. YAy! Haha, but more importantly, I want to raise the money for charity, and also hopefully, our school will come up as tog Raggers in London. Got to wake up at freaking 5 30 am though. Sigh! And I'll call you Crystal over the weekend as I told ya. Got something quite serious to discuss with you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733523-114738692560295098?l=peikee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peikee.blogspot.com/feeds/114738692560295098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733523&amp;postID=114738692560295098&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733523/posts/default/114738692560295098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733523/posts/default/114738692560295098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peikee.blogspot.com/2006/05/sorry-thank-you.html' title='Sorry... Thank you!'/><author><name>Porky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08529129341087875766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-7733523.post-114730833332731747</id><published>2006-05-11T01:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T04:27:43.457Z</updated><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>So, I think I'm quite screwed for this exam. But anyway, let's not talk about it... Had a nice chat with Yiwen today about her love life. Haha, hope you're all right. Don't think too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know... Sometimes ppl call me the rebounding man. Not in terms of catching rebounds. But when ppl break up, they come and talk to me. What is this man? Am I some sort of spare tyre substitute? Argh!!! You girls... Sucking every bit of my blood away from me! No more honeymoons whatsoever... I'm going to America by myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know... Sometimes, there's a target out there for you to meet. You want to meet it, yet you feel lazy at times, or make up excuses not to do it. It sucks quite terribly coz you want it, yet you feel lazy to get it. The worse thing is this thing is important for me. Perhaps that is why things slip out from our hands. Sigh, I don't want history to repeat itself again. Please lord, give me more courage and allow me to endure to at least fulfil that one wish. Anything... even if it means...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733523-114730833332731747?l=peikee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peikee.blogspot.com/feeds/114730833332731747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733523&amp;postID=114730833332731747&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733523/posts/default/114730833332731747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733523/posts/default/114730833332731747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peikee.blogspot.com/2006/05/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>Porky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08529129341087875766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-7733523.post-114681797293210757</id><published>2006-05-05T09:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T04:27:43.161Z</updated><title type='text'>Exams</title><content type='html'>Goodness... Even I can't believe it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 days ago, Taharim (flat-mate/she calls herself my wife... goodness) came back at 5 am, and I heard the door slam! Guess what, I peed in my pants instantaneously and had to get out of bed to change. Urgh! Thank god the bed wasn't wet or else I would have screamed at myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then just 10 mins ago, I poured hot water into my cereal... WTH! Is it exam stress? Oh no... I hope I better pick everything up soon, coz EXAM's in 4.5 hours time!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733523-114681797293210757?l=peikee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peikee.blogspot.com/feeds/114681797293210757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733523&amp;postID=114681797293210757&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733523/posts/default/114681797293210757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733523/posts/default/114681797293210757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peikee.blogspot.com/2006/05/exams.html' title='Exams'/><author><name>Porky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08529129341087875766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.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-7733523.post-114636042639480347</id><published>2006-04-30T02:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T04:27:42.932Z</updated><title type='text'>Our Dear M.O.</title><content type='html'>Tada... Here's a link for you guys to check out on the life of M.O. Just for a preview, "i used to sell sugarcane chopped from my backyard to the street opera audiences in my kampung coz it was free and sure proft!" Lol! I don't know why i just find it funny. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www1.soe.org.sg/soevote/public/nomineedetail.php?nid=128 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And M.O., guess what, I found quite a cute post from one of ur students in Google Search. Just in case u want to read it... Anyways, betta get back to Cranial Nerves, argh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"OMG!!! arrrgghhh! cuz todae, im having ta FIRST lesson in VICTORIA TUTORIAL CENTRE... in parkwae, it starts at 5... so , LUCKILY, dad went home earlie for ONLI todae... and he fetched me, SUPRISINGLY! okok... dan when we reached, MY MOTHER and i went up to register and im considering whether i shud quit MAVIS' english... so, in ta end... i decided, which is, TO QUIT MAVIS AND JOIN VICTORIA's SCIENCE AND ENGLISH cuz mavis' science i've quitted yesterdae, SADLY...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, it has i tink 3 small centres on ta SAME level which is VERY lame... carn it b STICKED or connected together or smth... make me run here run there... dan err... i had 20 mins to walk around parkwae cuz it onli starts at 5:3op.m cuz its CHANGED... wah lao.. i thot its REALLI 5p.m lah! made me rushed for NTH! omg... okok... dan i went BEST DENKI to take a GOOD look at ta cameras... cuz im gonna use ang pao money to buy one! cuz its JUST tooooooooo SPOILT , my OLD, WASHED-BFORE, SCREEN SQUASHED BY DAD's ASS, CAMERA... so, i decided to CHANGE! okok... anywae, when its time for tuition, i went back to ta centre... and when i walked in ta class, everyone was lyk giving me tt look... i thot i went in ta WRONG room... ok, LAME rite... ok, so, when ta chubby tcher stepped in to ta class... she gave me ta SAME look... my sentiments were lyk somehow CONFIRMED cuz i tink im realli in ta WRONG class... but heng arr... she said "uU sec one hor?" and so, i said im NEW... ok... dan err... i did ta SAME worksheet (SCI) in mavis and im doing NOW in vic... okok... anywae, after tt, i had a 30 mins break cuz at 7:30p.m, im having english at victoria AGAIN! im damn tired... full of things stuffing towards me... okok... so i had KFC for dinner!!! wad an oily dinner... haha... nOt realli... okok, so i changed ta salad to CHEESE FRIES as usual... HAHA! tts SOOOO nice! dan err.... i ate within 10 mins cuz i timed myself.. so, this time, IM NOT TT STUPID LYK WAD I DID LAST TIME WIF JORDAN AND DYLAN AND OTHERS AT KFC... i made my BLOODY wae to ta BASIN in KFC and NOT going in ta PARKWAE lane's TOILET which is FREAKING so far!!! haha... tt time wei sheng WAS tricked! heehee... okok.. dan i went back to victoria... and i went in ta class? and there's this gurl said " HI!!!!" and i jus gave her a LOOK NOT stare ok! and went sitting down... and ALL WERE GURLS! i thot its onli gurls in this class but THNK GOD, THERE's TWO more guys coming in after 10 mins... PPPHHHEEWWW! ok, dan err... we started ta lesson... ta eng tcher asked for my sch and NAME of cuz and i said "BNSS"... dan she was lyk VERY shocked and said she use to teach BNSS million yrs ago... dan i said " erm... dan y are uU still living when uU are more dan a million yr old?!" ok.. tts L-A-M-E!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733523-114636042639480347?l=peikee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peikee.blogspot.com/feeds/114636042639480347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733523&amp;postID=114636042639480347&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733523/posts/default/114636042639480347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733523/posts/default/114636042639480347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peikee.blogspot.com/2006/04/our-dear-mo.html' title='Our Dear M.O.'/><author><name>Porky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08529129341087875766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-7733523.post-114627509377522706</id><published>2006-04-29T02:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T04:27:42.699Z</updated><title type='text'>GTO</title><content type='html'>Okay, I think I should learn to be a good boy from now on. Sigh, think about GTO... He's so crappy, rude and naughty, yet he's da best! Haha. Maybe I should continue being naughty like him. Oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprising, I was going through GTO in my books as well. Not Great Teacher Onizuka, but Golgi Tendon Organ. Lol! And there was this thing that I felt would be quite simple to understand yet interesting so I'll put it up here for you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muscles have enormous powers. But only a propertion is used because we have this thing called the GTO, or the Golgi Tendon Organ. This is a receptor that prevents your muscles and tendons from overstretching to the point they get snapped out of their attachments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, ever heard of mothers lifting girdles to save their babies/kids? That's the power of love, in fact mind over body, as the GTO can be overwritten by supreme desires to want something. Now now, don't think dirty about supreme desires there, else you'll snap your... ehem. Oops!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if I should mention this as I'm afraid it would boost our dear Maybel's ego. Ehem, athletes do the same as well. The pain that they endure are sometimes injuries to their bodies, done in limits of course. If excessively done, that's when you tear your muscles. So, Maybel, you can be proud for having such strong desires to win. But don't abuse your desires somewhere else and end up tearing something else, ehem! I'm innocent and I didn't do anything. Don't want to be so stupidly responsible for something again :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about being nice, haha. Ah, forget it. I just ruined my own reputation again with my perverseness, or was there even one to begin with? Lol! Screw it! I'm me, and always me! If anyone dares to complain that this post is boring (although i might have been bored to post this up), you're going to get SCREWED big time from me. Bleah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Was talking to this friend about being pretty and having friends. I never thought u would be so bothered by it. Anyway, hope you are all right now, and please have more confidence in yourself. Don't be bothered by what other people say. Else you'll be living based on what others say, rather than doing something from the genuine side of you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, maybe I shall be nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733523-114627509377522706?l=peikee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peikee.blogspot.com/feeds/114627509377522706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733523&amp;postID=114627509377522706&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733523/posts/default/114627509377522706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733523/posts/default/114627509377522706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peikee.blogspot.com/2006/04/gto.html' title='GTO'/><author><name>Porky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08529129341087875766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.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-7733523.post-114614676276640385</id><published>2006-04-27T15:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T04:27:42.047Z</updated><title type='text'>The Kaylie Post</title><content type='html'>I just read my cousin's blog just now, and stumbled upon this. Wahahaha, this is for you M.O. So damn funny... Hahaha! And I'm sorry to the person I called ***** today. Didn't know you would get irritated that much. But of coz, anyone would have coz it's *****, and I've learnt my lesson! I'm reaaly sorry that I hurt you, and ask of you hopefully to forgive me. Just in case u want to know, I only call ppl ***** when I'm close to them, such as my dear Crystal =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here it is, take a look, haha:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay, I'm done with the thing I'm supposed to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I JUST ATE MY DINNER! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YUMMY!! Hehh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, back to the post. I am NOT too happy with people coming round askin me about boyfriends.. Urghh. Thursday, it was Mr Tan K.H. Sat, it was Mr Ong. And TODAY, it's Mr Ong again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said that my cousin told HIM to ask me. I'm like.. -.- Oh yeah.. I questioned him whether my cousin really asked him to keep an eye on me or sth.. And my oh my..HE LIED TO ME! Hmph!I knew it la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, he thinks that my boyfriend is MICHAEL. Oh my gosh. MICHAEL? Hello? No way!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he thinks that it's this guy from my English class. Excuse me? That guy is toot okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, Jonathan Yong from my Science class. NOT from SCHOOL. The J.Yong from Science class is WAY better than the J.Yong from school. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, yeahh.. he's kinda good looking and .. and, I used to have an infatuation on him.. But.. Too bad! WRONG ANS. (x Hahaa. Speaking of J.Yong from Science class.. He just borrowed 50Bucks from M.O today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh. He said his dad needs it to pay for dinner and yada yada. Whatever.. And yeah.. Being that J.Yong(from tuition class) He's always trying to breakdance in front of the lift.. God knows why he always like others to see his body.. because his shirt always falls off when he does that kinda stundt. Bleah. Whatever! I'm not interested in his body anyway. (x Haha. Okay... Lalalala. Btw, if you're here Mr Ong.. Then SHOW YOURSELF by tagging. I dislike you! Haha. I can't believe you actually wear short shorts with your that cool Quiksilver shirt and you pulled your socks so high up today! Gosh.. If my sis sees you today.. I guess she'll go like.. "OMG.. you're a fashion disaster!" I guess not only my sis will react that way. Porky will also AT LEAST go.. OMG! Hehhh! xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see Mr Ong.. You tend to buy nice shirts and stuff but you just don't know how to match them. You're even WROSE than me! Gosh! Haha. And YOU KEEP DREAMING about finding out who HE is. HMPH. If you REALLY REALLY wanna know, and you REALLY REALLY are free.. or desperate to find out. You can either stalk me or send a P.I which I know you most probably won't.. Soo... (x DREAM ON! Bleah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(((:&lt;br /&gt;Okay, it's bye for now! (x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With much love,&lt;br /&gt;Kaylie"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733523-114614676276640385?l=peikee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peikee.blogspot.com/feeds/114614676276640385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733523&amp;postID=114614676276640385&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733523/posts/default/114614676276640385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733523/posts/default/114614676276640385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peikee.blogspot.com/2006/04/kaylie-post.html' title='The Kaylie Post'/><author><name>Porky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08529129341087875766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-7733523.post-114566814691021143</id><published>2006-04-22T01:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T04:27:41.592Z</updated><title type='text'>Goodness</title><content type='html'>I just something totally disgusting and shocking... Hahaha! Crystal Goh, I bet you'll love this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qpvtZRjKHTw"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qpvtZRjKHTw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733523-114566814691021143?l=peikee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peikee.blogspot.com/feeds/114566814691021143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733523&amp;postID=114566814691021143&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733523/posts/default/114566814691021143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733523/posts/default/114566814691021143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peikee.blogspot.com/2006/04/goodness.html' title='Goodness'/><author><name>Porky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08529129341087875766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.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-7733523.post-114558322120749068</id><published>2006-04-21T02:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T04:27:40.864Z</updated><title type='text'>A Bread Anime?</title><content type='html'>Yeah! You can't believe how addicting this anime is. Yakitate!! Japan... It's about a boy who attempts to create a bread for Japan. The starting movie doesn't even look like it's about bread. Haha, take a look at just how interesting it is :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KXU4jHOq16A"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KXU4jHOq16A" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus one more thing... All the Ja-pans (Japanese bread) that Azuma creates are actually real breads created by this baker working in Pan no Mimi in Kyoto! Lol, gotta there someday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EDIT: &lt;/strong&gt;I've edited the video so that you guys can see how funny it is!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733523-114558322120749068?l=peikee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peikee.blogspot.com/feeds/114558322120749068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733523&amp;postID=114558322120749068&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733523/posts/default/114558322120749068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733523/posts/default/114558322120749068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peikee.blogspot.com/2006/04/bread-anime.html' title='A Bread Anime?'/><author><name>Porky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08529129341087875766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.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-7733523.post-114554048317991468</id><published>2006-04-20T14:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T04:27:40.692Z</updated><title type='text'>Quick Updates</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Okay, just came back from Milan and Amsterdam, but I've been slacking since then! Meant to post the photos up in such a way it'll look like a story, but that'll have to wait till after the exams I guess. Now for some quick review pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6433/490/320/PICT0282.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For the guys...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6433/490/320/PICT0281.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And for the Girls... Hold on, maybe guys as well!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Don't these chocolates look yummy? Ehem... I'm sure the look of it adds on to the orgasmic taste as well! Haha... Bought a few of our friends these, and Aaron got a pair! As what he quoted, "i'll have to cut them into 'decent' pieces b4 i eat them", haha! I think so too. Lol, else u might choked :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733523-114554048317991468?l=peikee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peikee.blogspot.com/feeds/114554048317991468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733523&amp;postID=114554048317991468&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733523/posts/default/114554048317991468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733523/posts/default/114554048317991468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peikee.blogspot.com/2006/04/quick-updates.html' title='Quick Updates'/><author><name>Porky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08529129341087875766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-7733523.post-114462907949755478</id><published>2006-04-10T01:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T04:27:39.996Z</updated><title type='text'>Holiday</title><content type='html'>I'll be going on my break to Milan later, and Amsterdam 3 days later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz, the loneliness is kicking in again. Taharim has left back home, and now I'm the only one in the flat. Don't know what to say... Haha! No gf, no one here, no money, blah blah... The lonely music's playing too. Wah, really damn sad! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised one thing today, I have a feeling I'm quite indecisive and don't know what I want in my life really. Actually, I won't totally say that, I kinda know what I want actually, just that when u present me with 2 things that I want, I don't know how to choose between them. Especially when each has its own advantage/points. Take Jaffa cakes and Digestive biscuits for example, I might not know which to pick if I can only choose one. Of coz this is only an example! But it really matters a lot to us, especially in our lives if u think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I got a letter from Song Yu a few days ago. I must say I'm really happy to even see it. I've not got a letter from anyone for months and months. It really brightened up my day! Thanks Song =) Guess JH should be at ur place anytime around now. Hope the 2 of u have a great time, just don't do the naughty stuff that girls do together :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was sending a friend home yesterday when I don't know why, my ankle just hurt for no apparent reason. Didn't even feel a muscle snap or anything. So while doing this PBL on knee pains, i went to look up my ankle pains as well and suspected it to be 'Plantar Fasciattis' which is inflammation of the heel muscles. True enough, Taharim's dad dropped by and thought the same as well. Woohoo! I think I can start working in a clinic with a book beside me :p Haha, but that's besides the point. Was looking into this injury. It might be due to over-usage such as too much running etc. I don't know whatever the cause is, but the sucky thing is that the condition needs at least 9 months to 2 years to heal! OMG! That's really long. I don't know how long more I'll have to walk with such pain. And should I do anymore triathlon? Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for the video that was done by our dear friend M.O. It looks easy but it isn't actually. Promised to put it up so here it is. Enjoy it while I'm gone for the next week :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.geocities.com/pei_kee/The_Lean_Illusion.wmv&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733523-114462907949755478?l=peikee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peikee.blogspot.com/feeds/114462907949755478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733523&amp;postID=114462907949755478&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733523/posts/default/114462907949755478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733523/posts/default/114462907949755478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peikee.blogspot.com/2006/04/holiday.html' title='Holiday'/><author><name>Porky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08529129341087875766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.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-7733523.post-114256477367372656</id><published>2006-03-17T02:43:00.001Z</published><updated>2006-11-14T04:27:39.615Z</updated><title type='text'>Busy Nights Where You Do the Most Fun Stuff</title><content type='html'>Have been working a lot on this PBL. Urgh, it's killing me! But I finally finished it. Oh well, I guess I had to anyway. Project discussion is in less than 7hr 15 mins time. Wow, looks like I'm having inadequate sleep again tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Medsoc today. Acupuncture was offered to let us try. I refuted, coz my aunt used to 'poke' me all the time. And my friends who tried it were a little sceptical. Even after the session, most of them felt it didn't work. Oh well, I thought it always did on me. Just then, Jeff who couldn't clench his fist while being acupunctured nodded off after a minute on the train. We all started giggling away like primary school kids. How embarassing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came back today and chatted with our dear tuition centre clerk you know who. She mentioned one thing which was really true. It's going to be a problem if a young kid goes out with an older girl. Sooner or later, the guy will be 30+ and the woman 40+. Can you imagine what will happen when the woman loses her drive while the man still has his worldly desires? Or perhaps the man might start to get tired of the old hag. Haha! It's true, yar... but I didn't know this issue meant that much to her :p Lol, girls and their wicked minds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talked to another dear friend up north. Pissed her off when I didn't really seem to understand her problem. Well, I wasn't really in the mood lar. Just woke up and was doing the dreaded PBL when she messaged me on MSN. Oh wells, I'm sorry for not understanding your problem. In any case, forget about it first and focus on your exams tomorrow. Good luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was doing PBL again after a dinner at 10+ pm. Saw another dear friend again and started talking to her. Guess what we were talking about: &lt;strong&gt;PENIS SIZES!&lt;/strong&gt; Haha. What the hell... The 2nd person that I'm actually talking to about this. She wanted to know if height correlated with the size of ehem and interrupted my research to go onto a totally dirty and irrelevant one! Urgh. Disgusted! But haha, it was good fun to scrutinise through all the data and giving my ehem the name 'Skinny Longy'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what: The biggest size is a whopping 12 inches (30cm). That's the size of a long ruler. Can you believe it? Woah, even my dear friend who had a fetish for big ones called it a mega XXL. Lol! Sent her a message from the article "one episode of Sex and the City also shows a character expressing displeasure over her partner having too large a penis, though the penis is described in hyperbolic terms and implied to be something of impossibly gargantuan proportions" and guess what, she claimed I was small, or oh no, I meant my ehem was small. Argh! She's going to see how small it is just when I get back and shut her mouth with it! Haha, just k/d. Anyways, sorry I didn't respond halfway. Have got to finish my project for tomorrow, and a couple of my friends wanted to take a look and borrow it at 1am though I didn't make the deadline :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, stupid Dan got a 6th generation Toyata Celica after going to NZ to study. Urgh! What a lucky ass. All right, 3am now. Going to have a hard time tomorrow forcing myself to look interested in the PBL session. Urgh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733523-114256477367372656?l=peikee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peikee.blogspot.com/feeds/114256477367372656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733523&amp;postID=114256477367372656&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733523/posts/default/114256477367372656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733523/posts/default/114256477367372656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peikee.blogspot.com/2006/03/busy-nights-where-you-do-most-fun_17.html' title='Busy Nights Where You Do the Most Fun Stuff'/><author><name>Porky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08529129341087875766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-7733523.post-114252076818699519</id><published>2006-03-16T14:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-14T04:27:39.132Z</updated><title type='text'>Burdens on your Shoulder</title><content type='html'>I browsed through Crystal's blog today, and saw all the lovely pictures that she took. Not one with me in it! Bleah, that bitch is so gonna die when I go back. Anyway, I realised that most of the pictures that I like to take nowadays are scenery ones. In fact, after her, I haven't been taking much photos. Have I become more solemn nowadays? Okay, maybe I'm good when it comes to cracking dirty jokes, but that aside, my life seems to have become really serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom tells Yew Song that I'm having high blood pressure coz I put loads of unnecessary stress on myself. Perhaps that is true. I tend to want to carry the burden of everyone on my shoulders. But is that possible? How long can one carry it around like that? I know I'm not a superhuman. Yet I want to be. Perhaps forced to be. I don't like to depend on others. That's always been an idea instilled into my head, be it from my mom or personal experiences. The feeling of having to bear an insult (after borrowing), be it a joke or not, cannot be taken back. Why? Because u did depend on that someone, and no words can adequately justify your case anymore. MO, if you want to know, this is why I can't take your offer and go back. I must say I may not seem to care about my own pride from the way I put myself down when saying dirty jokes. Yet to tell the truth, I really do care about my pride. If we've got no pride, how do we win? Okay, I not sound damn kiasu. Shit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing that I really wish to say. It's really tiring to carry so much weight on your back. That's why Diana, I told you that it's impossible to make everyone happy. You'll probably end up suffering and sulk more! Besides, making one person happy may mean making another's misery. So, be prepared to save the world only if you're prepared to sacrifice yourself and make sure you think about the consequences as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All right, phew, back to Medsoc which I didn't quite understand today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733523-114252076818699519?l=peikee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peikee.blogspot.com/feeds/114252076818699519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733523&amp;postID=114252076818699519&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733523/posts/default/114252076818699519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733523/posts/default/114252076818699519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peikee.blogspot.com/2006/03/burdens-on-your-shoulder.html' title='Burdens on your Shoulder'/><author><name>Porky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08529129341087875766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7733523.post-114218317051031167</id><published>2006-03-12T16:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-14T04:27:38.986Z</updated><title type='text'>Yeah baby... Give me more of this!</title><content type='html'>Haha, I just can't resist anything when it comes to funny videos. What about sex? Can you? Haha, makes u ponder right? Anyway, thanks Aaron for this link. Check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Socks Sex&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;EMBED name=MediaPlayer src='http://www.metacafe.com/play/6723/socks_sex.asx?emailClientType=2048&amp;timeStamp=2006-03-12%2016:03:49' width=400 height=370 type=application/x-mplayer2 autostart="0" ShowControls='1' ShowStatusBar='1' allowScriptAccess='never'&gt;&lt;/EMBED&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for M.O. and my pool mates, check this out. It's a 7 year old kid btw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amazing Pool Shot&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;EMBED name=MediaPlayer src='http://www.metacafe.com/play/5011/amazing_pool_shot.asx?emailClientType=2048&amp;timeStamp=2006-03-12%2016:03:26' width=400 height=370 type=application/x-mplayer2 autostart="0" ShowControls='1' ShowStatusBar='1' allowScriptAccess='never'&gt;&lt;/EMBED&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for the last one, why didn't I think of that? Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Voice Mail Ad&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;EMBED name=MediaPlayer src='http://www.metacafe.com/play/66595/voice_mail_ad.asx?emailClientType=2048&amp;timeStamp=2006-03-12%2017:03:36' width=400 height=370 type=application/x-mplayer2 autostart="0" ShowControls='1' ShowStatusBar='1' allowScriptAccess='never'&gt;&lt;/EMBED&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733523-114218317051031167?l=peikee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peikee.blogspot.com/feeds/114218317051031167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733523&amp;postID=114218317051031167&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733523/posts/default/114218317051031167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733523/posts/default/114218317051031167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peikee.blogspot.com/2006/03/yeah-baby-give-me-more-of-this.html' title='Yeah baby... Give me more of this!'/><author><name>Porky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08529129341087875766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.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-7733523.post-114187179460075890</id><published>2006-03-09T02:34:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-14T04:27:38.732Z</updated><title type='text'>What to do?</title><content type='html'>I happened to pass by this site and saw this video. And I like it a lot! The song fits in with when the Rukia's sentence is passed and Byakuya is torn between saving her and abiding by the laws of Soul Society! Anyways, hope u all enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NMIh1a2IWUY"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NMIh1a2IWUY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733523-114187179460075890?l=peikee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peikee.blogspot.com/feeds/114187179460075890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733523&amp;postID=114187179460075890&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733523/posts/default/114187179460075890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733523/posts/default/114187179460075890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peikee.blogspot.com/2006/03/what-to-do.html' title='What to do?'/><author><name>Porky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08529129341087875766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.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-7733523.post-114066509607731955</id><published>2006-02-23T03:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-14T04:27:38.241Z</updated><title type='text'>Will to Live</title><content type='html'>I'm tired after exams, sleeping on the floor for 5 days, and experiencing some emotional problems. But oh well, all's over and I'm glad it is! So yar, have put up my favourite life-inspiring video clip song from Bleach. Hope it works properly this time round unlike the last.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733523-114066509607731955?l=peikee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peikee.blogspot.com/feeds/114066509607731955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733523&amp;postID=114066509607731955&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733523/posts/default/114066509607731955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733523/posts/default/114066509607731955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peikee.blogspot.com/2006/02/will-to-live.html' title='Will to Live'/><author><name>Porky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08529129341087875766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-7733523.post-113910166738392356</id><published>2006-02-05T00:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-14T04:27:37.850Z</updated><title type='text'>Hmm...</title><content type='html'>Hmm, I don't know why. I've never felt this feeling for so long already. A little bit of jealousy, slightly moody, and feeling like helping, yet screaming! Haiz, tell me what to do... Coz I'm lost. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, i bathed this evening. Went for some international students dinner thingy today at Chinatown. There were a few of my friends from my previous college, and some of them who were not actually knew her. And then the memories just flowed back again (sad song playing)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to think that there are another 2 more new years dinner next week when exams are in 2 weeks. On top of that, my mood is not good. Argh! It's during this kinda times that I really miss my friends back home. I feel like going to play pool with MO, feel like talking to Crystal and borrowing her shoulder for a while, feel like talking to Jiahui coz she seems to make sense all the time (not that Crystal doesn't, haha), disturbing Song Yu so that i'll forget about all my troubles and laugh at her, haha, talking to Ade and Yiling, disturbing QR and playing with her bro, and watch her laugh at him, watching cartoons with my bro, watch documentaries with my dad, talking to my mom over tea, going for dinner with Jocey, going for movies with my army, vs, and vtc friends, play mahjong with the VJ friends of mine and my cousins, and watching TV with them. Wow! What a long sentence. And now, i feel like bathing again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i see, i mentioned a lot of girls in the above paragraph. And my friends here have been wondering why the ppl surrounding my life are like just girls. Sounds as though I'm like manaka junpei from ichigo 100% (a erhem, pervetic romantic kinda anime) where a lot of girls like him, only in my case, u ppl perhaps don't like me. Haha! Oh well, me and my sad life. I try not to show it, but sometimes i do, and it kinda affects my friends as well. But I'm glad i have my friends down here lar. They give me the support when i need it, and i'm glad to have met them. That's why i'm enjoying myself down here now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yar, so pls lend me your strength coz i need it. If not i'll fall (but since when have i fallen b4). Sigh, i just feel like letting it all go. Talk to me someone pls. I don't want to live in this confused state of mind for my next 2 weeks... Argh, my exams! Please please please...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz, now that i've said all these, i feel slightly better. Maybe i really do need a bath, and hopefully, everything will change. Gambatte POH PEI KEE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733523-113910166738392356?l=peikee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peikee.blogspot.com/feeds/113910166738392356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733523&amp;postID=113910166738392356&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733523/posts/default/113910166738392356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733523/posts/default/113910166738392356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peikee.blogspot.com/2006/02/hmm.html' title='Hmm...'/><author><name>Porky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08529129341087875766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-7733523.post-113893146626239003</id><published>2006-02-03T01:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-14T04:27:37.366Z</updated><title type='text'>Today's Medsoc Reflective Writing: Obesity</title><content type='html'>We had medsoc today. And I was writing on my reflective essay and laughing a bit as well about the first 2 paragraphs that i wrote. Ahaha! I think i'm so gonna get screwed by my gp for writing such an essay. Sounds slightly corny - like Mr Ong already. Argh, my merits~~! Anyway, have a read and tell me what you guys think. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. List what you consider to be the essential components of a healthy diet. Have your views on diet changed as a result of your reading about diet and overweight? Do you think that being overweight is a medical problem or something that people should deal with themselves?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that one should have a balanced diet – a meal should consist of the 3 important elements within it. However, this is slightly different from the one stipulated by dieticians whereby 55% carbohydrates, 15% proteins and 30% fats are necessary. Does anybody think of eating fats? I believe not. Eating plain oil, butter or margarine sounds gross. The pyramid table of food itself doesn’t even have a section for fats and lipids. So why confuse people with this information, especially when fats are found in most foods anyway. Instead, I think we should replace fats with something useful – fruits and vegetables. Fruits and vegetables have been shown to even boost good cholesterol, which can counteract the effects of bad cholesterol found in fats. 55% carbohydrate is a little debatable. One might be misled into thinking that carbohydrates are good. In fact, this amount might be a little too much. If too much carbohydrates is consumed, they will be converted to fats again, which brings the problem back to square one. Thus, I believe that vegetables and fruits are the key to a healthy diet and helping people lose weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having seen lots of articles and advertisements on diet, my views on diet have not changed much. No doubt, it has definitely affected me in some ways over my choice of foods. However, because I love meat so much, it’s almost a must for me to have them some sort of it every meal. In fact, I have a slight doubt over the food pyramid shown on the slide today. How can eating meat once a week be enough? That’s almost similar to vegetarians. Are carnivores like the tiger more predisposed to CHDs just because it only eats meat? I seriously doubt it. No doubt I do know that eating ‘nice food’ can make us obese and cause detriment to our health. But food is such a good gift from heaven that sometimes I only think about enjoying it rather than being cautious of it. Perhaps this is why obese people find it difficult to change their diets. They do not usually do anything about their diet until something serious happens to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being overweight – who should be responsible for it? This is a question where the answer seems clear, yet it is somewhat debatable. No doubt, obese people have to be responsible for their own diets and lifestyle. A health professional can advise one to eat less and exercise more, but the overall action and outcome depends on the patient themselves. Saying this, Mr A, a patient whom we interviewed today pointed out something noteworthy. It is true that sometimes obese people are born like this. Their genetic make-up makes them more susceptible to obesity. Who wants to be born fat? No one does. Life is indeed unfair, and the fact that this is so, makes it even more depressing for them. They end up going into a vicious cycle and become even more obese as a result. Who should we blame now? Their parents? Or perhaps themselves. While it would still seem that it is partly their fault for lacking the motivation to lose weight, we have to take into account their plight and emotional stress suffered. Thus, while obese people are responsible for their own weight problems, health professionals should give them the advice and motivation needed to aid them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, I believe that as long as health professionals have a chance in helping these patients, they should do so. More emphasis can definitely be done on areas such as exercise. Many people such as Mr A and Mrs B say that they do not eat much. However, I believe that it would be difficult for them to say that they have put in conscientious effort into exercise. I was thinking: perhaps we can try making them slightly guilty and embarrassed. That way, they might actually start listening to and obeying their doctors.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733523-113893146626239003?l=peikee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peikee.blogspot.com/feeds/113893146626239003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733523&amp;postID=113893146626239003&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733523/posts/default/113893146626239003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733523/posts/default/113893146626239003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peikee.blogspot.com/2006/02/todays-medsoc-reflective-writing.html' title='Today&apos;s Medsoc Reflective Writing: Obesity'/><author><name>Porky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08529129341087875766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.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-7733523.post-113703311133590687</id><published>2006-01-12T02:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-14T04:27:37.086Z</updated><title type='text'>A Fresh New Beginning</title><content type='html'>After a good new year's dinner and stuff, it was kind of a jaded start to the new year with school work and stuff. Just as i was feeling crappy and not being able to download my bleach after i jammed the server, i stumbled upon my once favourite movie, Beautiful Life! I'm so glad that i did coz it kind of reminds me that we should seize the beautiful things in our life while we can and do whatever we can to make it a good one. And now, i feel well again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiling, i hope u'll apply the above for your exams and good luck with it. For the rest of u, hope you guys have a fruitful new year ahead of you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733523-113703311133590687?l=peikee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peikee.blogspot.com/feeds/113703311133590687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733523&amp;postID=113703311133590687&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733523/posts/default/113703311133590687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733523/posts/default/113703311133590687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peikee.blogspot.com/2006/01/fresh-new-beginning.html' title='A Fresh New Beginning'/><author><name>Porky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08529129341087875766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-7733523.post-113552315389559020</id><published>2005-12-25T15:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-14T04:27:36.691Z</updated><title type='text'>Nightmares</title><content type='html'>How cliche right? Have one post on dreams and then now one on nightmares... Haha! I don't know what on earth i was thinking but just a few days ago, i dreamt that i had another paper during the holidays. A specific one just on molecular kinetics. God damn it, but there isn't such a topic in my funmed module. What the hell was i thinking of. And then suppossedly, there was also another one on pharmacology: pharmacokinetics and also on some other shitty topics. To top it off, i got so scared after waking up that i went to Diana's room to ask her if there was really a test. Can you believe it? Argh, i feel like killing myself! Got laughed at by Aaron and her in the end! Well, serves me right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm at my cousin's place now. Feels really good to be here at times, coz this place reminds me of home. And btw, I'm sorry peeps if I'm not going home, haiz especially MO. It's not that i don't wanna go home, but it's just that i can't bear to splurge the money. First thing, I'll probably be using someone else's money, which i'll be really guilty to use. In fact, i always have to refuse an offer like this because i really can't stand depending on someone else. The feeling sucks totally. No one will ever know the pride-swallowing siege that i had to endure when i was quarreling with someone back then. But it's all right, at least it's led me to realise that i should learn how to stand on my two feet and work for what i want. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also because of this, it has at least led me to realise the importance of money. Well, to me, money is not that important, but sometimes it is. My dad always shoots me for this by telling the whole world "My son says that money is not important". It's really hurting and embarassing each time he says that. It's not that i think money is not important. It's just that to me, it's not the most important thing. Sigh, at least he's got me to learn to say that money is in fact, still important. Argh, i don't know... But i feel that i rather stay here instead of wasting the money going back. Shit, now i'm beginning to sound materialistic, but at least, understand the amount of pain that my family has to suffer to send me back and forth peeps. Sometimes, what my dad say is true although i don't really like admitting it. Even if you've got money, you shouldn't just simply spend it coz you've got it. You've got to save it. Otherwise, how do people save up to eventually lead a better life. Besides, i've got things to do here so i shan't go back this time round. I have to say this: MO's a different exception... He's earning freaking too much! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yar, i hope that you will forgive me for not going back... Gomenai...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733523-113552315389559020?l=peikee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peikee.blogspot.com/feeds/113552315389559020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733523&amp;postID=113552315389559020&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733523/posts/default/113552315389559020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733523/posts/default/113552315389559020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peikee.blogspot.com/2005/12/nightmares.html' title='Nightmares'/><author><name>Porky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08529129341087875766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.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-7733523.post-113518906864747893</id><published>2005-12-21T17:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-14T04:27:36.401Z</updated><title type='text'>Dreams...</title><content type='html'>Have you ever wondered what dreams are, and what do they mean? From ancient times, dreams have long been associated with predictions of the future, things that could possibly happen such as in "The Pharoaph's Dream".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just 2 days ago, I had a dream about my previous crush. Well, some of you may know who she is, and some of you not. Well, the dream was really weird. I was standing in VTC in my usual spot next to the phone when suddenly she appeared. I don't know why, but after some time, MO gave me a ring to propose to her. WTH! I couldn't believe that happened. And i didn't know what to do, coz i don't want to commit myself to something that i couldn't decide upon at that time and end up hurting people. But then again, it's her! And i couldn't believe i did. WTH! Do people in dreams do irrational things? I hope so... Otherwise i'll be ashamed at myself. So anyways, back to the dream, she was suddenly in London with me. I don't understand what my dream means. I've already told myself to put it down behind me coz I really felt that i was getting way into her life. And did i really like her 100%? I wasn't sure of that too. Plus if i were to wait for 4.5 years, what if things suddenly change and she's not the one? Was the dream an inner desire? Was it something that i wanted all along? Perhaps i shouldn't even call it a crush coz after the dream i was somewhat happy and smiley. Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, i occasionally have wet dreams and erhem... Yeah, my dark secret! Do you call that an inner desire? Perhaps the lust bit but i really wished i could put all of those back behind and not look at it. Then again, i know that i've gotta face the consequences. So all in all, should i call a dream something that is constantly bugging the sub-concious side of us? Sigh, is it ever possible to let go and not have anymore of these dreams? No doubt, erhem... The feeling is good, but it's terrifying as well... I swear it is! This is probably a scar that i've gotta live with all my life, so please don't think that "I was so lucky"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, i've been doing jack shit for the holidays, everyday waking up at 3 plus... and 5 two days ago! Argh... I can't believe it. Thank goodness I've replied to quite a few e-mails today and sorted out my mail folders. Hope to do sth useful over the next few days so that I'll feel more satisfied with myself. And yay, Bleach 62 is out. But there's some problems with the download :( Anyways, merry x'mas to u ppl and enjoy yourselves!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733523-113518906864747893?l=peikee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peikee.blogspot.com/feeds/113518906864747893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733523&amp;postID=113518906864747893&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733523/posts/default/113518906864747893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733523/posts/default/113518906864747893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peikee.blogspot.com/2005/12/dreams.html' title='Dreams...'/><author><name>Porky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08529129341087875766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-7733523.post-113400572890633966</id><published>2005-12-08T01:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-14T04:27:36.133Z</updated><title type='text'>The Angelman in Bleach</title><content type='html'>Anyways, i realised from Diana that Shinigamis (Death Gods) are actually something that's part of Japanese culture. Apparently, the japanese people believe in them and so, lots of cartoons have it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, all the more ppl who like to learn about jap culture should watch it. (Yes, i'm referring to you maybel!) Haha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, was watching the new episode of Bleach today and studying... And i think i'm going crazy! Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then i suddenly thought about Bleach and out of nowhere, some sort of stupid theory struck me! I diagnosed that Ichimaru had Angelman's syndrome. Lol! That was so stupid. Ichimaru Gin is one of the characters in there who wears a constant sly smile on his face. You never seem to know what he is up to. At times, when you think he's bad, he apparently comes into the picture to offer to help someone. So weird but exciting right? Ahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6433/490/1600/Ichimaru%20Gin.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/6433/490/400/Ichimaru%20Gin.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it was really funny when we diagnosed that. Haha! Matthew, Diana and me just went nuts laughing for a while, till our stomachs hurt. And shit, now I feel bad about comparing these kids to a cartoon character. But anyways, yeaps, Crazy Day. Hopefully the last till exams are over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diana was suggesting that we set up a Bleach Club or sth. Lol, we can collect 5 pounds from everyone, telecast free Bleach every Wednesday on CCA day (which also happens to be the day each episode of Bleach is released), and cosplay! Ahaha, i think we're going nuts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some bad news today: My toilet got flooded... Urgh, have to let the resident offices know and there was just a fire alarm just now at 12:30 am. Crazy right? Haha, Matthew and me were in my shorts!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the good news: Mom's graduating with her Masters. Congrats mom. Really proud of you, especially for someone who was initially chinese educated, and got first-class Honours when she went to UK. I must really say i respect her to the core. And of coz, my bro's out of BMT! Whee boy~ I sent Bleach home for you too... Hope u'll receive it soon. And of course, hope you've got a good posting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matthew asked me what musical instruments i know how to play... And i told him recorder... And then he laughed his ass off and asked if he could put that on his blog... ... ... Haha! Lol okay, gotta sleep now to get enough rest for MedSoc tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733523-113400572890633966?l=peikee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peikee.blogspot.com/feeds/113400572890633966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733523&amp;postID=113400572890633966&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733523/posts/default/113400572890633966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733523/posts/default/113400572890633966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peikee.blogspot.com/2005/12/angelman-in-bleach.html' title='The Angelman in Bleach'/><author><name>Porky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08529129341087875766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.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-7733523.post-113400385033934305</id><published>2005-12-08T01:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-14T04:27:35.945Z</updated><title type='text'>Jay Chou - Qing Tian</title><content type='html'>故事的小黄花 &lt;br /&gt;从出生那年就飘着 &lt;br /&gt;童年的荡秋千 &lt;br /&gt;随记忆一直晃到现在 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ㄖㄨㄟ ㄙㄡ ㄙㄡ ㄒ一 ㄉㄡ ㄒ一 &lt;br /&gt;re sou sou xi dou xi &lt;br /&gt;ㄌㄚ ㄙㄡ ㄌㄚ ㄒ一 ㄒ一 ㄒ一 ㄒ一 ㄌㄚ ㄒ一 ㄌㄚ ㄙㄡ &lt;br /&gt;la sou la xi xi xi xi la xi la sou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;吹着前奏望着天空 &lt;br /&gt;我想起花瓣试着掉落 &lt;br /&gt;为你翘课的那一天 &lt;br /&gt;花落的那一天 &lt;br /&gt;教室的那一间 &lt;br /&gt;我怎么看不见 &lt;br /&gt;消失的下雨天 &lt;br /&gt;我好想再淋一遍 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;没想到失去的勇气我还留着 &lt;br /&gt;好想再问一遍 &lt;br /&gt;你会等待还是离开 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;刮风这天 我试过握着你手 &lt;br /&gt;但偏偏 雨渐渐 &lt;br /&gt;大到我看你不见 &lt;br /&gt;还要多久 我才能在你身边 &lt;br /&gt;等待放晴的那天 也许我会比较好一点 &lt;br /&gt;从前从前 有个人爱你很久 &lt;br /&gt;但偏偏 风渐渐 &lt;br /&gt;把距离吹得好远 &lt;br /&gt;好不容易 又能再多爱一天 &lt;br /&gt;但故事的最后你好像还是说了拜拜&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733523-113400385033934305?l=peikee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peikee.blogspot.com/feeds/113400385033934305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733523&amp;postID=113400385033934305&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733523/posts/default/113400385033934305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733523/posts/default/113400385033934305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peikee.blogspot.com/2005/12/jay-chou-qing-tian.html' title='Jay Chou - Qing Tian'/><author><name>Porky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08529129341087875766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.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-7733523.post-113388920925376326</id><published>2005-12-06T17:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-14T04:27:35.623Z</updated><title type='text'>The Singapore Weather</title><content type='html'>Diana posted something very funny, and i thought that i'd just put it up here. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6433/490/1600/cold_brr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6433/490/320/cold_brr.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so weird when sometimes we keep complaining about Singapore's weather. Don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Added this song that Tanny likes... We thought it was nice too. Enjoy it ppl!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733523-113388920925376326?l=peikee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peikee.blogspot.com/feeds/113388920925376326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733523&amp;postID=113388920925376326&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733523/posts/default/113388920925376326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733523/posts/default/113388920925376326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peikee.blogspot.com/2005/12/singapore-weather.html' title='The Singapore Weather'/><author><name>Porky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08529129341087875766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.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-7733523.post-113367340661858497</id><published>2005-12-04T05:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-14T04:27:35.433Z</updated><title type='text'>PBL Write-up</title><content type='html'>I can't believe i spent so many hours doing my PBL write-up. Been working almost the entire day (not to mention i played a bit too :p... Haha! That's not important).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say i'm proud to have written a 2000 word essay (Had problems constricting it... Matt and me used the picture-squeeze text-cheat method). But using 37 references is crazy. Did i spend too much time on it or what? But anyway, gotta finish the other one tomorrow so that i can start studying for exams!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And right now, the "She likes me for me..." song is playing in my head right now. Will try to put it up asap!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733523-113367340661858497?l=peikee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peikee.blogspot.com/feeds/113367340661858497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733523&amp;postID=113367340661858497&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733523/posts/default/113367340661858497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733523/posts/default/113367340661858497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peikee.blogspot.com/2005/12/pbl-write-up.html' title='PBL Write-up'/><author><name>Porky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08529129341087875766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.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-7733523.post-113360234308461232</id><published>2005-12-03T09:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-14T04:27:35.003Z</updated><title type='text'>Brainwaves</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Courtesy of my cousin, i just realised that my general knowledge is not as exceptional as his. Argh!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#fff774;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your IQ Is 120&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffcca"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/quickanddirtyiqtest/iq.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Your Logical Intelligence is &lt;b&gt;Below Average&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Verbal Intelligence is &lt;b&gt;Exceptional&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Mathematical Intelligence is &lt;b&gt;Genius&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your General Knowledge is &lt;b&gt;Above Average&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;A Quick and Dirty IQ Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733523-113360234308461232?l=peikee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peikee.blogspot.com/feeds/113360234308461232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733523&amp;postID=113360234308461232&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733523/posts/default/113360234308461232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733523/posts/default/113360234308461232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peikee.blogspot.com/2005/12/brainwaves.html' title='Brainwaves'/><author><name>Porky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08529129341087875766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.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-7733523.post-113322769971409255</id><published>2005-11-29T00:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-14T04:27:34.782Z</updated><title type='text'>Busy times...</title><content type='html'>Tanny come over to my place to stay the other day. Had quite some fun! Thanks matt for letting me bunk in ur room. Really appreciate it. Had dim sum at royal china before sending her off to nottingham where she went to find yiling and zihui. Matt said the food was really royal, and so was the price. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After she left, felt a bit lost for a while and then it got okay. Started to do my work and whacked my projects. I don't know why... It's like i keep telling myself that i gotta study, and then i always keep slacking around for a while, either playing cs, watching a bit of bleach of just doing trash and talking crap. But i still must say i did quite a bit of work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, sat, tanny called me and told me her dad wasn't coming over here anymore coz his flight was cancelled, so she asked if she could stay with me again. Haha, more time to flirt with the girl huh? Haha, no lar... I never once slept with her in the same room throughout her whole trip okay. Am i a gentleman or wat? Haha, but then, i had to impose on matt again. I'm really sorry dude. Will bring you go eat royal food again. Haha! Let me know when u need to come down and bunk or sth. And there goes 1 nights of pbl write-up and possible projects that could be done. Haha! But it's all right. It's just one night... I must cover it back and whack tomorrow after seeing her off at the airport. And plus, Tanny's mom agreed to date me out for a night when i go back. haha! Actually, i have to say tanny resembles christine quite a bit in some photos so yeah, the matt's sad music plays again... Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6433/490/320/CIMG1220.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;2 of us in the eye...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the London Eye at sunset just now, and watched Les Miserables with the rest of the people. For those of you who don't know how to pronounce it, it's 'Le Misera'. Guess it's probably french, that's why. But it was really good, just that the cheapo 12.50 pounds ticket could only afford a restricted upper row seat. Argh! Sorry guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6433/490/320/CIMG1235.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I think that my skills are quite good, though i must admit the picture was a bit blur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before i forget, happy belated birthday celine and ah shan! Haha, celine, i did tell ur sis to help me wish it in advance. Sad story, haiz... Yeah, maybel u know it. Shan, i wasn't home the whole day today, so sorry, and my internet was down for 2 nights, so haha, paiseh ah! And crys, of coz maybel gets the best one! Haha... :p Hope u guys have something to do after ur exams. Girls, please remember to share it with mo. Cousins and bro, i'll send it to u asap or when i have the time. I'm putting it here to remind myself of it. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tanny asked how come i don't seem so stressed about my work as yiling, when my course is supposed to be harder? Haha, i don't know why, but i just don't feel like stressing myself out now that i'm in uni. I want to really enjoy it. Though i know that sometimes, results is not always everything, and i should be glad that i'm already in med sch, results in the end somehow still matter... Argh! I don't know why, plus i don't feel good when i don't put in my 90+ % effort to something. Somehow, i'm really afraid to promise and swear to myself that i'm going to start working hard for this funmed exam, coz i'm afraid that i will break this promise. But i guess i've gotta start doing something about it, and it's going to be right now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks everyone for ur encouragement and stuff... Jiahui and Vanessa, i really like ur quotes. Thank you very much. So it's going to be on this blog to serve as a source of inspiration to everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Diamond is just a piece of coal that did well under pressure" - Vanessa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"It takes as much stress to be a success as it does to be a failure" - Emilo James (Er dunno wat already... Haha), thanks to Jiahui&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've put up the Bleach intro video here finally! I'm really impressed by Ichigo's determination, and i'm going to use him as my source of inspiration. Crystal, i hope he becomes ur next ying mu or sth... =) Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the last and biggest thing that I'm going to do here is to SWEAR to everyone and myself that i'll start giving my best to this funmed exam. Perhaps i've been spending too much time on pbls and stuff, i don't know. But now that i've put it in here, it becomes all the more important for me to adhere to it. Phew and sigh! Haha, take care guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PPG, let me know ur postings, stevie, i'll contact u after my exams regarding the bike if u dun mind. After Dec 15. Mom, sorry for not calling ah but internet was down. Rest of u, enjoy yourselves with the show while i piah ah :p &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733523-113322769971409255?l=peikee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peikee.blogspot.com/feeds/113322769971409255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733523&amp;postID=113322769971409255&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733523/posts/default/113322769971409255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733523/posts/default/113322769971409255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peikee.blogspot.com/2005/11/busy-times.html' title='Busy times...'/><author><name>Porky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08529129341087875766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-7733523.post-113141678087714752</id><published>2005-11-08T02:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-14T04:27:34.481Z</updated><title type='text'>The Shower...</title><content type='html'>Damn, i just typed a paragraph and it disappeared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got screwed so bad by my mom, as in literally screwed, haha! But yeah it was about the moans and groans thing that i posted in my 3rd last post i think for those of u who know. Yeah, got an entire e-mail from her and blah blah... And she forced me to delete it away away. Argh, just had a cultural diversity lesson that day and i think it's true that we as a a generation have leaped on forward a lot from our predecessors, even those a generation back like our parents. I think we are in a sense more open and tend to be more blunt and direct towards others. Haha, i dunno but i just prefer to speak my mind. Okay, now maybel's gonna screw me! Oops, wrong word. Haha! Argh, anyway, was feeling a little grumpy after that so i complained to crys. And she suggested that i have another blog which my mom won't have any idea about. Lol, that's a good plan girl but i must 'be a man'! Haha. So i went to take my shower and suddenly, i thought about crystal goh. Look what i've got down there now. Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really is amazing to know the things we think about in the shower. All sorts of things... reminiscence about VS X-country, VTC, my 'past', good old school days, and of course not to mention the girls. Haha! But it's so weird that as far as i can remember, i've got no weird dirty and wet fantasies in the shower before. Haha, which really is amazing. Lol, in fact i hardly have fantasies, i think. Lol! I really think that's true but then again... So while i was drying myself, i saw some hair dropping off my head. Shit, i think i'm really balding because of the hard water here. Argh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i suddenly remembered in the evening while doing my erhem business in the toilet, i saw some strands of hair on my toilet floor. It must have been my hair coz they were pretty short. And then suddenly i just remembered that peijia used my toilet in the morning. And looking at her from view then, i felt so disgusted at myself, urgh! Dunno whether it's normal hair or that kinda hair. Haha! So while doing it, i started counting the no of hairs on the floor. There were 4-5 of them and i was urgh, feeling embarassed. Then suddenly i thought to myself, that kinda hair is usually more curly huh. But that slight hope of mine just had to be relinquised with one of them being curly. Argh, damn it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, thanks for maybel and steven for ur bicycle advices. I think i'll get it back home and a cheap one in the meantime which i'm eyeing real hard right now. And qrung, thanks and study hard. Good luck for O's. And happy birthday in advance =) I can't find the pressie i bought now but i'll somehow. Nites all~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733523-113141678087714752?l=peikee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peikee.blogspot.com/feeds/113141678087714752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733523&amp;postID=113141678087714752&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733523/posts/default/113141678087714752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733523/posts/default/113141678087714752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peikee.blogspot.com/2005/11/shower.html' title='The Shower...'/><author><name>Porky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08529129341087875766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-7733523.post-113106638498737134</id><published>2005-11-04T01:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-14T04:27:34.249Z</updated><title type='text'>Bicycles...</title><content type='html'>Argh, i want to get a bike, but i don't know which one to get. Want to use it for triathlon training as well as saving on transport when going for lectures and to the hospital. Haha! I hope maybel will come online and help me take a look and decide. First one is almost twice the price of 2nd but it seems to have been modded to a really good extent. Please advice me girl. Thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733523-113106638498737134?l=peikee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peikee.blogspot.com/feeds/113106638498737134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733523&amp;postID=113106638498737134&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733523/posts/default/113106638498737134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733523/posts/default/113106638498737134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peikee.blogspot.com/2005/11/bicycles.html' title='Bicycles...'/><author><name>Porky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08529129341087875766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7733523.post-113104088651268238</id><published>2005-11-03T18:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-14T04:27:33.727Z</updated><title type='text'>The Swimming Skill...</title><content type='html'>Went for run and had a mini-swim test yesterday again. Did 1.2km in 32 minutes. Not sure if the time is accurate or not coz they turned the clock forward while i was swimming halfway and i had to minus off some minutes off it. But anyway, I don't think that the timing is very good lar. Rested quite a bit between some lengths coz i got tired quite easily. So i know i can definitely do better...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i think i know what's the problem with it. I was always training to sprint in the water when i was 7. And that was where i kind of stopped my training. So it becomes a tendency for me to kick my legs a lot when doing front crawl (Do u call this freestyle?), and that's how i lose all my energy. Argh, stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Anyways, was in the kitchen with Taharim last night.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;And just as i walked out, i saw my other housemate bring a girl into his room, one whom we did not know. I was like wow! Guess what, after bathing and just about to get into bed, i could hear the moans and groans of him and the girl coming from across the wall (his room is just next to mine). I don't know whether to feel happy or irritated. Anyway, they took pretty fast so i managed to get a peaceful sleep. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to do pbls now. Mom called and woke my conscience up. Then I'll watch Bleach with Matt, Diana and Aaron later! Yay, bleach is so good. Haha! Hope you guys enjoy this video clip (Hope maybel doesn't get offended by it). Speaking of maybel, good luck to all u ppl having exams. Luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733523-113104088651268238?l=peikee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peikee.blogspot.com/feeds/113104088651268238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733523&amp;postID=113104088651268238&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733523/posts/default/113104088651268238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733523/posts/default/113104088651268238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peikee.blogspot.com/2005/11/swimming-skill.html' title='The Swimming Skill...'/><author><name>Porky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08529129341087875766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.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-7733523.post-113063808649523480</id><published>2005-10-30T01:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-14T04:27:33.384Z</updated><title type='text'>Endless Love Video Clip</title><content type='html'>Daylight saving has been switched off so clocks are now back to 8 hours diff between singapore and here instead of the 7. 1 more hour of sleep. Whee~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All rite, promised on mo's blog to show u guys a funny video clip on bush. Haha! I hope it plays successfully. Easy on the server right. Can only view it once every hour. So if u can't view it, just do so after hour. Can't expect too much from geocities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733523-113063808649523480?l=peikee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peikee.blogspot.com/feeds/113063808649523480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733523&amp;postID=113063808649523480&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733523/posts/default/113063808649523480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733523/posts/default/113063808649523480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peikee.blogspot.com/2005/10/endless-love-video-clip.html' title='Endless Love Video Clip'/><author><name>Porky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08529129341087875766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7733523.post-113037996070817502</id><published>2005-10-27T03:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T04:27:33.012Z</updated><title type='text'>Catch-up</title><content type='html'>Yeap, basically got lotsa things to catch up on. Work, and with u ppl. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about work, i was so pissed yesterday (Tuesday) when i spent 3 and a half hours doing one PBL write-up and realising that I did it in a wrong way right from the start! Argh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had triathlon training again just now in the evening. And just as i was about to leave my place, the post-lady came and passed me my googles from Singapore. Yay, whee~ So efficient, it was sent on monday i think. At least better than the couches company. Ordered a bolster for 2 weeks already and it has yet to arrive. Well, apparently, ppl here don't know what a bolster is, so after seeing it, many of them got jealous, especially this nice housemate of mine, Katie. Haha, hope she'll like it for her birthday present in Jan. Wah, i'm really ahead of time man. Haha! But only sometimes :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ran 7+ km again and swam after that. Was supposed to do 1.6km training today but at 470m, I got tired, so I decided to switch from freestyle to breast stroke. Damn it, wrong decision! Not sure if it was the 2nd kick... But yar, kicked so hard that my leg cramped up immediately. I was like, wth~ Screwed up my swim again just like that. Came up, stretched, and realised that i forgot to take some salt water after the run, that's probably why :p Oops, hehe! But yar, just when i thought it was a real pity while bathing, the rest all got out of the water. There was some kind of ventilation problems in the whole swimming pool, and everyone was literally sweating! Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now i know we always die during trainings. Craig tests the difficulty of the swim the day before till his max and comes up with trainings for novices (i just do this lol), intermediates and advanced. And he didn't take in the running factor. No wonder we always never seem to be able to finish it~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, got a few things to say, thanks mom for the goggles, and my upcoming shirts. Please post it a bit quickly. Got medical placements and attachments really soon now. Thanks my other ma for your embryology book and carrot cake (Got something to tell u that u're not going to be pleased yar, i'm partly to be blamed, but hey, not entirely not my fault), thanks to mo for offering to pass me ur mp3 recorder for lectures, but i hope u've not bought one or sth. Mom is looking it for one right now. Thanks to matt, aaron and dina. Your notes are real good. Haha! And u guys are great friends (not to mention the rest). Haha! Jiahui, study hard for the next few weeks and good luck. Song, you too~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QR, thanks for being the first, and Crystal, the last. Haha! Good luck to ur exams girl, don't be a loo-slacker. Vanessa, thanks for the short blog, ehem. You still have not given me ur blog address. I hope mystrawberrycookie is getting better too. Didn't mean to agitate u regarding the question the other day. Yar, get kinda confused sometimes, but sometimes it's true, i can be really blunt at times. But, you really enlightened me a lot with your erhem, biased GP essay of "why men are such jerks".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in fact, i think matt and platonic are right... Choosing, realising, all that kinda shit, it doesn't work in real life. Use your eyes, feelings, and of course brains (all because of maybeline woo... haha) and a whole lot of other stuff to decide on the things to do and the path to take in our lives when we meet the one. As what u said in ur last paragraph, "love is a complex thing.. but we'll understand it more as we go along. mistakes are not all losses if we learn from em :)" I hope the last line applies to you too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before i forget, all the people who have wished me for my birthday or given me stuff. Really liked all ur stuff. Thanks. Will post more pictures on it when i'm really free. Must m-u-g!!! Argh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything In Its Time by Corrinne May&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i wonder what lies ahead&lt;br /&gt;how long till my hunger is fed&lt;br /&gt;they say it's hard to make it in this part of town&lt;br /&gt;so many people on this merry-go-round&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some folks try astrology&lt;br /&gt;some turn to crystal balls&lt;br /&gt;to find an answer&lt;br /&gt;to get through it all&lt;br /&gt;i just fall on my knees and i try to pray&lt;br /&gt;in the silence i can hear Him say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'cause the river runs and the river hides&lt;br /&gt;out to the ocean and under the sky&lt;br /&gt;i promise you, the answer will come&lt;br /&gt;hold on to patience and watch for the sign&lt;br /&gt;everything in its time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i often feel like i'm two steps behind&lt;br /&gt;somebody must have moved that finish line&lt;br /&gt;there are a thousand reasons&lt;br /&gt;why i should give up&lt;br /&gt;but i'm stubborn in the things i believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'cause the river runs and the river hides&lt;br /&gt;out to the ocean and under the sky&lt;br /&gt;i promise you, the answer will come&lt;br /&gt;hold on to patience and watch for the sign&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause maybe there's another plan&lt;br /&gt;one i still can't see&lt;br /&gt;a little surprise, like your love in my life&lt;br /&gt;funny how time changes how we see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are a thousand reasons&lt;br /&gt;why i should give up&lt;br /&gt;but i'm stubborn in the things i believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'cause the river runs and the river hides&lt;br /&gt;out to the ocean and under the sky&lt;br /&gt;I promise you the answer will come&lt;br /&gt;hold on to patience just watch for the sign&lt;br /&gt;everything in its time&lt;br /&gt;everything in its time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope that your answer will come with time (i'm sure it'll)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and stop slacking in class with crystal goh. btw,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"there are a thousand reasons&lt;br /&gt;why i should give up&lt;br /&gt;but i'm stubborn in the things i believe" --&gt; Haha, now crystal, do u remember this? You yourself said that u think this is so true when it was me, so why not cheetah girl now? Haha :p Bleah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733523-113037996070817502?l=peikee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peikee.blogspot.com/feeds/113037996070817502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733523&amp;postID=113037996070817502&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733523/posts/default/113037996070817502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733523/posts/default/113037996070817502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peikee.blogspot.com/2005/10/catch-up.html' title='Catch-up'/><author><name>Porky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08529129341087875766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-7733523.post-113003919454712994</id><published>2005-10-23T04:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T04:27:32.598Z</updated><title type='text'>The Break-Up</title><content type='html'>Okay, i've got lotsa work, so won't be putting a lot of stuff now. Will do so once things are more settled. Or actually, i've been slacking, that's why~ Haha! (Woke up at 3:30pm today :p) Hope my mom's not looking at this, haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was talking to this friend of mine, and I found out that she's got the same thing as me that i felt. Not we like each other or wat lar, haha! When you break up, you hate it when people tell you to let go, that kinda thing. Isn't it so weird? Haha, that in fact is the most common piece of advice that a friend would give. Don't you think so? "Take it easy lar huh..." and the same old usual stuff. It's funny how we feel so helpless at this point of time when we are the ones usually giving advice to other people, and now that someone has advised you what to do, you choose not to take the advice and instead dread hearing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's coz it's just the thing that we don't want to do, coz of hope... We somehow hope that the person will come back to our lives one day. You know, even if it is the smallest bit of hope, you still hope that it will come true, like you know, somehow god will just be there to make sure that u get your wish and make you happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope is good. It makes us yearn for something, to believe in something, hoping that it will come true. I was talking to Crystal about this... You know sometimes, hope is good for people, for example, it makes patients believe that treatment can help them, not to give up faith and not to give up as long as there's a chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes, hope can really kill. When expectations are really high, when someone treats it as a belief, when you just yearn so much for it to come true, hope just brings you down! Knowing now or later that it won't be fulfilled or for some other reason, it can sometimes just make u so depressed. That's why there's such a thing as not raising the hopes too high for patients, but instead letting them die with dignity, fulfilling their last wishes and stuff, and letting them go in peace. It really is difficult to judge when to do so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i hope my good friend, that u'll not be irritated when other ppl tell u to let it go (Oh yes, there's such a song by Corrine May, and Crystal Goh, where's my Corrine May CD? Haha, unless i forgot u returned it... Erhem!) coz they in fact mean well. Rather be glad that u have them caring for you. Argh, actually i'm pretty sure that u know that and u'll not get irritated, perhaps a little lar huh i guess. Plus i think this is the 2nd time i'm telling u this. Argh, why do i keep repeating myself? Haha! (So now u know my info is not from someone, erhem - unreliable as can be seen - but rather from my own experience)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As what u say... Breathe out and in, take and enjoy ur time and u'll be fine. So take care, stay cool as u are, be strong, enjoy your life and we love ya lots~ Muacks =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733523-113003919454712994?l=peikee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peikee.blogspot.com/feeds/113003919454712994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733523&amp;postID=113003919454712994&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733523/posts/default/113003919454712994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733523/posts/default/113003919454712994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peikee.blogspot.com/2005/10/break-up.html' title='The Break-Up'/><author><name>Porky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08529129341087875766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-7733523.post-112916724428478463</id><published>2005-10-13T02:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T04:27:32.256Z</updated><title type='text'>The Day</title><content type='html'>Well, let's start from 2 days ago...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We cooked again, whee~ Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6433/490/320/PICT0020%20%281%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Chinese dried sausage with egg fried rice, Stir-fried spinach and honey-roasted chicken breast and thighs. Whee! And of coz, erhem... Leftover, haha!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6433/490/320/PICT0020%20%282%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Okay, i know the chicken is a little bit chao ta (burnt) but...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6433/490/320/PICT0020%20%283%291.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;... doesn't this look great? Haha! (Are you salivating already?) But matthew took this picture just like one of those S11 display signs for foods, so i really take my hat off him. You're the man! Haha.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6433/490/320/PICT0020%20%286%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Whoo, isn't this great? We've got a guitarist playing music for us while we ate... Haha! And poor old sleeping beauty (matthew).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Tuesday was urgh...! We had PBLs on socio-effects on AIDS and confidentiality about this young woman who was homeless and did risky behaviour though she was aware of it. And one of the objectives was --&gt; Define Risky behaviour... What the lar... This is seriously hard to find man. Haha! Went back for a quick pizza and strudel for dinner. They got burnt so i'm not going to place the pictures here.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Wednesday (eve) - Wednesday's are always good. Only had 2 hours of lectures today. Hehe, from 11 to 1. After that we went to this kebab restaurant for lunch. Wow, the portion was so much that i took away the balance and kept it for dinner. Hehe! And matthew was trying to illustrate how this guy Killa Kela could create musical instrument beats with his mouth. It was damn cool lar. Haha! We're going to go watch him at Fabric on 21st man =) And btw ppl, russell peters is performing next year in Sg, UK, and Australia, so take note! Hehe.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Had triathlon afer that. It was drizzling... So only 6 of us went. Ran to Golden Jubilee Bridge today. It was about 6km i think, shorter than the one we did last week, so i felt it was pretty much of a breeze. Hehe~ Could still sprint at the last part. Think i'm going to go to Westminster (7km one) next week and if i'm quite all right with it, i'll proceed to Lambeth Bridge (10km) next next week. Let's hope i can progress quickly =) Swims was good today. Regretted sprinting at the last part coz i could feel the cramp thingy creeping into my toes. So i had to be cautious while swimming, trying not to bend my toes and exerting too much. And i completed it! All in freestyle somemore. Couldn't even complete it last week when i mixed strokes due to the cramp. Haha, i'm so proud of myself.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Went back home by tube. As we came out of Mile End station and reached the junction, 3 fire engines were coming in all different directions and converged to Whitechapel Road. I was telling Arjun... "Oh, what coordination. Must be one of those false alarms at Pooley House again. And true enough, could see them signalling into the college. Wonder why they send so many fire engines from different stations when our hall has such a reputation for false alarms (at least once a week). Lol, no wonder the ppl get taxed 40% lol. Fire doors everywhere, ultra-sensitive smoke alarms, what more can u say man. Haha! Laughed at Katie, Diana and the rest coz just as i reached there, we could go in again. Lol!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Had egg mayo bread with my takeaway mixed doner for dinner. Trying to take as much meat and carbo to build up those winny pathetic muscles. Ahaha, maybel says she wants to change her body with me, i don't mind. And NO, i'm not implying u're fat girl. Haha! *Or maybe i am :p* But i wanna thank you girl, if not for you, i won't be inspired to push myself in running and stuff. And i'm so grateful that i'm having healthy meals now. Haha, don't worry ma, i'm eating healthy food here.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The bitch! called before tris... Then got her sis to talk to me coz jon called her on the other line. What the hell lar, how dedicated. And still say that i'm always the busy one who can't afford any time to talk to ya... Haha! But thanks for it girl, knew u were trying to get me all the way till Sg time 12 am. Thanks mom too for the erhem... Brief msg. Lol, and thanks for sending me my precious shirt and goggles. Gotta train and study hard man!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Quan Rung called at me at 1159 pm here. How sweet of you. Thanks for that and the card which i received on Monday, how sweet and nice of ya girl =) Hehe! Still made herself sound so good by telling me that it was her first msg of the month (her bill starts on the 13th) Lol. Left to do my laundry immediately after so that no one can look for me... Haha! And guess wat, i saw this all over the floor along my way out...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6433/490/320/PICT0020%20%288%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Haha, i'm so tempted to go. They've got this phrase "Thursday nights are never going to be the same". Wow, sounds cool. Never been to one before. Haha, and besides, the address no coincides with my age, and it's on later tonight on 13 Oct... Does this mean something? And there's a birthday package somemore. Lol! My only last chance before i turn 21 and have to start behaving more maturedly. Haha, oh well, better kick this dirty thing of mine. Don't want to spend my birthday going to these places either. Want to fully enjoy my life meaningfully. Whee~!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;But back to the running away part, sometimes i really want to spend it with my really good friends even though there may not be many, maybe it's coz i got too many of a few hypocritical friends back in college lar huh. And maybe that's why i'm a little withdrawn. Haha! Came back and found a card from Aaron too. Thanks man, especially the last part: "Please don't forget my birthday. Want present." Haha, lol, okay i won't forget it. Only 8 days more man.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And thanks Jiahui, MO and 'someone' for the birthday msgs on my blog. Song too although u did not really wish and tried to show how pissed u were at me for not coming back this December. But really, i've only got 2 weeks. And besides i can't make it for my mom's graduation, so really no point already. Gotta save the money too, or else my dad will skin me!! Haha, but love ya all ppl. Thanks. And mo, remember to help me get the birthday of those ppl. Haha! And thanks to my 2nd ma too. Thought u forgot already and was planning to suan u on Saturday night. Haha, and besides, i can't really complain much. Going to get both roast chicken and baked rice from someone who hardly cooks so i really appreciate it =) No ice cream cake? You bake the cake and i'll get Sainsbury's 2 for 1 Magnum ice cream packs man. Haha! Okay, got ethics lecture tomorrow which Nick asked me to skip, but i'm a good boy, so i'll not. Nites to everyone and thanks very much. Let's see what my housemates have in store for me tmr...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733523-112916724428478463?l=peikee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peikee.blogspot.com/feeds/112916724428478463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733523&amp;postID=112916724428478463&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733523/posts/default/112916724428478463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733523/posts/default/112916724428478463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peikee.blogspot.com/2005/10/day.html' title='The Day'/><author><name>Porky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08529129341087875766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-7733523.post-112889726632027364</id><published>2005-10-09T23:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T04:27:31.998Z</updated><title type='text'>Dinner at Flat 37 Pooley House</title><content type='html'>Ryan dropped by today to transfer and exchange the oxford pictures... And he was late~!! Haha, but i don't blame him. And ma happened to drop by as well, after which Aaron joined us when we already had a 3-some going on :p... Nah, he dropped by coz he wanted to cook dinner with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then we chatted about the course exams and stuff, as well as the books, and those guys just rattled book names off their mouths like nobody's business lar. Apparently, depending on the sizes of books, you could give age and sex to them as well. So for example, if you had Kumar &amp; Clark Clinical Medicine, you could potentially have a baby kumar &amp;amp; clark(a smaller concise book) and a mama kumar &amp; clark as well(the really really COMPLETE COLLECTOR'S EDITION). Wonder if they bring the smaller ones to the toilet and read and mug the big ones to turn themselves into einsteins lar. Don't know what kinda freaks those doctors are man. Then again... Better take back my word, haha! But according to Ryan, small one's good for bring to clinics and big ones... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After they left and Aaron and me went to cook our dinner, we got Diana and Katie to join us. Whee! What massive fun. Cooking is so fun, think i can become a cook already. Haha! But anyway, here are the pics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6433/490/320/PICT00031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Don't cook sauces for too long man~ They end up like a white pile of... erhem!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6433/490/320/PICT0006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This looks more like it~ Haha! And the sauce goes with the veg later on...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6433/490/320/PICT0007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;There's the iron chef. Hehe! But actually, i only helped cook the ready-to-bake fish, cut the potatoes and heat up the baked beans only. Oh ya, not to forget, taking in and out the oven saucepans. Now Aaron has banned me from saying, "I didn't do anything much!" Lol!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6433/490/320/PICT0013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Itadakimasu: Diana, Katie and Aaron(Flat 40 traitor... Lol!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6433/490/320/PICT0015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Our meal~ Yay! Doesn't it look finger-lickin-good! God, i'm disgusting (and i know that, haha)! Haha, yum yum!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Introducing the Special for today: Baked cod fish, white saucy vegetables, cheesey potato slices and baked beans. It's funny how sth so simple can taste so good~ Hehe, maybe when u cook it your own, it just tastes betta! Haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;All right, gotta finish up on my pbl now, argh~ stupid HIV and AIDS, don't know why the first infected person was so kinky with the apes... ... :p But here are the other Oxford pictures from Diana's and Helen's cam. Shit, Diana's cam is the ultra slim Sony PowerShot 5.1 megapixels whereas mine's 5.0 =( But i can zoom. Hahaha!:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6433/490/320/DSC01405.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ballioil College i think~ Shit, hope i the name and spelling right, don't want to incur the wrath of the students there.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6433/490/320/DSC01408.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ryan (our senior), me and Aaron in front of a corner of the library and church school!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6433/490/320/DSC01461.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Christchurch College: Where the first Harry Porter was filmed. It cost 3 pounds to get in, so forget it! Haha. Cheapskate Singaporeans...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6433/490/320/DSC01472.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Don't know what this girl was thinking. Haha!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6433/490/320/DSC01484.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I love...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6433/490/320/DSC01479.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;...the loos at the famous Oxford Ice Cream Shop man. Haha!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6433/490/320/DSC01489.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Punting (Put your long stick... erhem... into the water, stick it into the ground to push your boat along)!! Diana and Clarissa slacking while i punted with Ryan probably trying to control the boat direction and Aaron taking the photo i guess. Haha!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6433/490/320/DSC01495.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Shit, i think i look cool. Haha!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;At least Clarissa said i can be a boatman now. Damn it, this is getting outta hand, i've got too many profressions already. Helen and Menaka asked if i was a photographer or medic, next thing i'm a cook and now a boatman :( Lol! Hope i don't go to the entertainment business :p (If you know what i mean - Russell Peters joke, haha!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Shit, spent 1 hr blogging already. All rite, seriously, pbls time!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6433/490/320/P1010119.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Shit, this has gotta be the last pic! Argh!! All of us had a great time punting as well enjoying the trip in Oxford though it rained =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733523-112889726632027364?l=peikee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peikee.blogspot.com/feeds/112889726632027364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733523&amp;postID=112889726632027364&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733523/posts/default/112889726632027364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733523/posts/default/112889726632027364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peikee.blogspot.com/2005/10/dinner-at-flat-37-pooley-house.html' title='Dinner at Flat 37 Pooley House'/><author><name>Porky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08529129341087875766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-7733523.post-112881939823279440</id><published>2005-10-09T01:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T04:27:31.793Z</updated><title type='text'>Canaliculi</title><content type='html'>We've got this teacher who self-declared that he was a gay in one of his PBL sessions. And everyone knows it~ Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then one day, he was giving anatomical lessons to the dentists about some teeth structure lar. And apparently, there's this structure called a "Canaliculi" in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then he asked one of his student a question, "What's the name of that structure in the teeth?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Can i lick you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol, and that's not the end of it lar. Guess what he said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay,later!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wth lar. Haha, gotta sleep now. Having dim sum tomorrow with my cousin, jeff~ Whee! Hehe... Nites~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733523-112881939823279440?l=peikee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peikee.blogspot.com/feeds/112881939823279440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733523&amp;postID=112881939823279440&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733523/posts/default/112881939823279440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733523/posts/default/112881939823279440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peikee.blogspot.com/2005/10/canaliculi.html' title='Canaliculi'/><author><name>Porky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08529129341087875766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.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-7733523.post-112881174568382975</id><published>2005-10-08T23:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T04:27:31.578Z</updated><title type='text'>Oxford Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well, we were supposed to meet at 0745 outside my flat and go to the stn at 0800. Guess what? They knocked on my door 0750 and i was still asleep lar. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;All rite, all i can say about the oxford trip today was it's really good~! Haha, don't be jealous guys, i'll post more =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6433/490/320/PICT0292.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Menaka, Helen, Ryan, Clarissa, Aaron and Eric in front of Oxford Library (the round building)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6433/490/320/PICT0300.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Those guys under the bridge of Sigh... Haha, people who pass under it are supposed to heave a sigh after a day's of hard work. Haha, unlike u slackers!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6433/490/320/PICT03081.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Now i know my photography skills are good~ Haha! Now crystal will be saying what a show-off :p&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6433/490/320/PICT0312.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My flat mate, Diana, and the wonderfully-cute me. Haha! All right, please don't ask me why i'm in total blue. Had only 5 mins to change~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6433/490/320/PICT0317.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;What a 3-some... haha!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6433/490/320/PICT0332.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Don't know what those girls were thinking... But haha! What nice poses in front of a nice tree-house!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;All rite, will post more pictures when i get them. Take care you guys. Love ya~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733523-112881174568382975?l=peikee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peikee.blogspot.com/feeds/112881174568382975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733523&amp;postID=112881174568382975&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733523/posts/default/112881174568382975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733523/posts/default/112881174568382975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peikee.blogspot.com/2005/10/oxford-trip.html' title='Oxford Trip'/><author><name>Porky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08529129341087875766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-7733523.post-112873708960877658</id><published>2005-10-08T03:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T04:27:31.329Z</updated><title type='text'>Everything there is to say</title><content type='html'>Shit, my legs are still stiff and pain lar. All maybel's fault... Haha~! I think a few more triathlons and I'll start to limp around more often :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was talking to my student mom, pei jia. She's quite a nice girl, 5 years older than me. Now Crystal and mo, i know what u all are thinking. Haha. Yar, but she's helped me quite a bit, like giving all of us notes and stuff, and never failing to help us whenever we got questions. And so, she's treating all of us to dinner at her place next Sunday. Whee~ And still got menu one wor~ Asked me if i wan roast chicken or baked rice. And so I said the one you'll less probably screw up in lar. Haha, okay i know i'm evil! But i didn't expect her to retort back: You guys are the guinea pigs. Lol, could never conjure that up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But actually, am i quite different from the rest of the ppl in my year? As in i'm more quiet? Haha, Crystal stop laughing... At least that's what she thought lar. But actually come to think of it, what she said was kinda true. I think ever since I came back from UK the other time, i've really changed. Grown quieter, more of an introvert, and now blog. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was talking to mo and the rest of the aunties from the vtc support group. They told me they were having chee cheong fan... Wth lar! I miss vtc, mo, crystal, vanessa, nancy, aunty julie, aunty elaine, mrs michael, mr tan, mr sim and blah blah and all the kids there lor. Ah and then of course there's my jiahui, song and steven. And song, not that i don't want to post my address in your blog okay? You're too popular, haha~ Don't want a whole army of ppl looking at this. Yar, i think she's right, i'm more of an introvert now. Haha. But seriously, do miss u guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i've only got 4 hours to sleep now. Going to oxford tomorrow. Will try to post some pictures down here. Take care u guys and love you lots... Muacks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733523-112873708960877658?l=peikee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peikee.blogspot.com/feeds/112873708960877658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733523&amp;postID=112873708960877658&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733523/posts/default/112873708960877658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733523/posts/default/112873708960877658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peikee.blogspot.com/2005/10/everything-there-is-to-say.html' title='Everything there is to say'/><author><name>Porky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08529129341087875766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-7733523.post-112855605288977226</id><published>2005-10-05T17:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T04:27:31.030Z</updated><title type='text'>Okay I'm Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;All right, finally i'm back from a really long 'break'. Haha! Okay, not going to do a lot of changes to the blog layout until i've got more time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Okays, some update... Into med school now which can be pretty stressful at times. Lots of self-learning that i'm not really used to, but slowly getting the hang of it. Oh I joined the BL Triathlon Team. Haha, i think i'm crazy. And i think i was the one responsible for tripping half of my flat's power sockets this morning. Sorry guys. Hee~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Anyways, not going to talk about studies and stuff now. Want to make this blog more interesting than maybel's and the bitch's! Had my 2nd triathlon training today. We went for a short warm-up run from St Barthlomew's Hospital to the river Thames bank, somewhere near London Bridge i think. There, we were supposed to split to 2 groups. The first one was a shorter run, while the 2nd was longer - to Westminter (Big Ben, London Eye site). I kinda told them i didn't really do swimming but running last week, coz i was late last week, missed out on the run and almost died during the swims lar. Haha. So there the captain goes asking who wants to go for the longer run. And surprisingly, no one raised up their hands. I was kinda stunned. Lol. So remembering what i said last week and thinking that the place could only be this far (gotta run along the bank past a few bridges before turning back), I raised up lor. And then the cap looked at me and said, "You're a brave man" and the rest just started laughing lar. I was like wth lar, is it going to be really that tough? Now what shit did i get myself into this time. Then there was this other japanese girl who was kinda like the vice-cap and she was supposed to lead the other group, but she joined us in the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;So there the 3 of us went, running across those beautiful sights (now get jealous and get your asses here to come and visit me guys, haha) and stuff. The pace was kinda like a standard army 2.4 km run. And we went on and on... Before we reached Westminster bridge (the place to turn back), i was like panting quite badly already lar. And i could feel those stitches in my heart thingy coz of the heart problem. I was like shit, now how am i going to survive till the end. I don't know how, we crossed the turning point bridge, ran back, my heart was getting better and finally, my legs tired and eventually we reached St Paul's Cathedral and then back to the college Halls. Phew, i was like really shagged. This was the longest distance i've ran. But thank goodness, the cap was impressed by my suicidal efforts lar. It really feels good to be appreciated, so at least the effort paid off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But shit, there were swims after that. It was split into 3 sections u could choose and i chose novice of course. Haha. Pools here are 25m long. So for novice, we were supposed to swim 8 laps for warm-up, 3 X 2laps 100% sprints with breaks and 3 X 8 laps 75% max with breaks and then 8 laps cool-down. I was swimming half breast - half free coz my breast (okay shit, phrased this wrongly) was better but my freestyle sucked after not being in the water for 7 years, and i needed to train it up. Somewhere after the sprints and into the 75% thingy, i had a cramp in my left leg, wth lar! (Now don't laugh Crystal...) Can't believe this problem is haunting me again. So then i went to stretch, showered with some warm water and went back in. And after a few more laps, i tried to push myself harder, and then my right leg. Argh!!! So screwed up my swimming session man. But i wasn't the only one lar, the vice-cap came out after me with a cramp as well, and so did the cap so i felt better with ppl in the same boat as well. Haha! Shit, i sound awfully evil, haha! And then we went to a pub to rehydrate ourselves... Got a treat from the cap, which of coz i'll pay him back next week and Blah blah! Shit, three paragraphs of tris training does not sound entertaining, which is what it is supposed to be lar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all that good stuff, actually, i kinda feel really bad and sad lar. My mom and aunt went back today. They came to my place just now to bring me four seasons duck rice (kinda like the best duck rice in london). We had lunch with my housemate and then i rushed down to the singapore society meeting right after, only saying goodbye to them. Didn't even give a hug to my mom knowing that i won't go see them off at the airport coz i had tris training in the evening. And i'm not going to see her for the next 9 months lar. And i feel really sad, don't know what kind of a son i am. I don't know if it's coz my housemate was there or wat or becoz i felt strong enough. But why is it i can say i love crys and not to my mom? Is it coz i don't love crys enough? Haha, all rite, chill it buddy, don't get too uptight. You know i love you =) I really feel like crying inside, but i won't coz i've gotta be strong and come back to give free treatment to u ppl in vtc as well as my friends lar. Haha. But whatever it is, i hope i'll somehow learn to tell ppl i love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta bathe now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733523-112855605288977226?l=peikee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peikee.blogspot.com/feeds/112855605288977226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733523&amp;postID=112855605288977226&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733523/posts/default/112855605288977226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733523/posts/default/112855605288977226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peikee.blogspot.com/2005/10/okay-im-back.html' title='Okay I&apos;m Back'/><author><name>Porky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08529129341087875766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-7733523.post-109067780078091887</id><published>2004-07-24T15:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T04:27:30.768Z</updated><title type='text'>Yay...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;Finally, a blog that Crys and Mr. Ong have hurried me for...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733523-109067780078091887?l=peikee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peikee.blogspot.com/feeds/109067780078091887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733523&amp;postID=109067780078091887&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733523/posts/default/109067780078091887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733523/posts/default/109067780078091887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peikee.blogspot.com/2004/07/yay.html' title='Yay...'/><author><name>Porky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08529129341087875766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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></feed>
