<?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-8047501</id><updated>2011-04-22T08:14:48.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For One Moment</title><subtitle type='html'>I wish I could be the one
The one who won't care at all
But being the one on the stand
I know the way to go, no one's guiding me</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purrfectlife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047501/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purrfectlife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047501/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>B.PumPkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17527823365461058351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>305</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047501.post-941787936164628215</id><published>2006-11-30T08:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T08:57:57.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SnowPeas</title><content type='html'>Im really sorry for what Ive done yesterday. A promise not fulfilled is not acceptable and giving excuses for a way out is even worse. I will not do that again and I mean it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047501-941787936164628215?l=purrfectlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047501/posts/default/941787936164628215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047501/posts/default/941787936164628215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purrfectlife.blogspot.com/2006/11/snowpeas.html' title='SnowPeas'/><author><name>B.PumPkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17527823365461058351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047501.post-6588923394118616249</id><published>2006-10-13T11:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T12:01:34.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EXCO 05/06</title><content type='html'>After my sahur (the last food intake for the day before starting to fast), I hope u undestand what I mean. Anyway, after my sahur, I was lying down thinking of SIT club. From our seniors down to our juniors. It seems at first that EXCO batch 05/06 was a stranger to each other. Slowly, we really start to open our arms and support each other throughout the journey. I recalled memories for the 4 events that we had to organise and the other 4 events where we had to observed and guide our juniors. Events remind me of the people we worked together with and the stackful of tags that we had EARNED, like what Wana (Wawa --&gt; thanks to cheryl) pointed out that we are rich of tags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sports Champ, Christmas, Open House, Camp Up...dont they bring back sweet memories.&lt;br /&gt;Xtreme Venture, BandzOut, VoiceOut, Phat Nite...we showed our juniors wat we expect out of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about the finale, AGM, that is the sweet blow to wrap up our success and pass down our knowledge to the juniors. We dressed up in our formal attire and sit inside the lecture hall where we watched the video clips done by OGLs and Andrew. Sure, this video brought us into tears. We wanted to hold on to our post for as long as we could, but all sweet things must come to an end. Ending doesnt mean we cannot meet up and catch up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope u all still remember Bernadet (Wei Siong called her Bemedat). Lastly, I wanna thank everyone who shared and showed me the value of life, supported and guide me through this wonderful journey.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047501-6588923394118616249?l=purrfectlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047501/posts/default/6588923394118616249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047501/posts/default/6588923394118616249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purrfectlife.blogspot.com/2006/10/exco-0506.html' title='EXCO 05/06'/><author><name>B.PumPkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17527823365461058351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047501.post-116054118801087501</id><published>2006-10-11T12:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T12:32:58.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reality Bites</title><content type='html'>Today is one of the day where people really get me on my nerves. Not to mention the blaring Ive got through the telephone from those inpatient users. This users are DBS breeds. I do not need to be reminded that this is reality where this type of work situation exists. Thank you for that reminder but no offense, everyone knew that. If I were to participate in Boiling Point, I ought to win 100 bucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047501-116054118801087501?l=purrfectlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047501/posts/default/116054118801087501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047501/posts/default/116054118801087501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purrfectlife.blogspot.com/2006/10/reality-bites.html' title='Reality Bites'/><author><name>B.PumPkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17527823365461058351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047501.post-116045384603410400</id><published>2006-10-10T12:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T12:32:58.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome Back</title><content type='html'>Hey yo mah peeps...its been like what, 5 or 6 months since I last updated my blog. Well, I was thinking of discontinuing blogging but many frenz insisted that I should blog since its is fun. I've been very busy lately and when I say busy, stop thinking of me and my gf. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aniway, I've done well for my exams and still not satisfied with my 2.9 GPA. Shucks...Currently, Im doing my attachment at DBS Vickers Securities which is located at Raffles Place. Please, Im not a security guard for DBS okey...So formal wear for me everyday except Friday which is Dress Down Day. 2 more months and back to skool for me to finish up my final 3 months of FYP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who are still wondering what am I doing in DBSV, Im attached to IT Department as IT Support staff. The work is okey, not stressful except some days where situation gets the whole DBS staff panic or angry due to system or server.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im still thinkin as to blog again or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I lup my B.SnowPeas. Weeeeeee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047501-116045384603410400?l=purrfectlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047501/posts/default/116045384603410400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047501/posts/default/116045384603410400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purrfectlife.blogspot.com/2006/10/welcome-back.html' title='Welcome Back'/><author><name>B.PumPkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17527823365461058351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047501.post-115047394155576228</id><published>2006-06-16T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T12:32:58.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Harpie 1st Anni</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone. Its been very long since I last blog. Ive been caught up with personal life. I so loving my new life now, it seems almost to perfection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aniwae, its me and dear first anni. Time past so fast and our love still going strong. Shall not journal down wat happen today. Im so happy to have her by my side&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047501-115047394155576228?l=purrfectlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047501/posts/default/115047394155576228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047501/posts/default/115047394155576228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purrfectlife.blogspot.com/2006/06/harpie-1st-anni.html' title='Harpie 1st Anni'/><author><name>B.PumPkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17527823365461058351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047501.post-114882712553466537</id><published>2006-05-28T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T12:32:57.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MSYC Residential</title><content type='html'>Ive been away from home for 2 days. I was having the 11th Malaysia-Singapore Youth Camp (Residential) at South Boena Vista Road. It was held at NACLI. Over there, I meet students wif strong leadership background. The camp was to foster team building and recognises each other ability. I did have fun coz the whole camp was enriching and really learn alot. Aniwae, I was inside the Educational and Cultural Sub-Comm. This comm, is very tight and needs alot of responsiblity. Finally, the bed are damn cozy and the food was getting nicer every meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up wif dear after checking out of camp and she misses me so much. Im super miss her alot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047501-114882712553466537?l=purrfectlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047501/posts/default/114882712553466537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047501/posts/default/114882712553466537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purrfectlife.blogspot.com/2006/05/msyc-residential.html' title='MSYC Residential'/><author><name>B.PumPkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17527823365461058351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047501.post-114857408371649472</id><published>2006-05-26T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T12:32:57.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday Is Not My Day</title><content type='html'>Let me start by saying that today is my second time I am late for werk on Thursday. I tot I started at 7pm but instead, Im suppose to clock in at 6pm. As for skool, Im late for the first 2 hours of lab. To top up all, I received my first warning letter for that module. To put it, I simply hate Thursday lah...always getting myself late. If dear will to know about this, she will get angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, Ive been thinking about my studies (cant believe I actually did that). I will be doom if I didnt do anything. Week 8 itself, I got 3 freeking test. Next, Ive been thinking about how Im going to step up my working hours without compromising to my other commitments. Luckily, dear is by my side to give me her utmost support. Im so going to lup her even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From now onwards, I will discipline myself to be more responsible towards my studies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047501-114857408371649472?l=purrfectlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047501/posts/default/114857408371649472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047501/posts/default/114857408371649472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purrfectlife.blogspot.com/2006/05/thursday-is-not-my-day.html' title='Thursday Is Not My Day'/><author><name>B.PumPkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17527823365461058351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047501.post-114832119222997036</id><published>2006-05-23T01:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T12:32:57.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lup Ya</title><content type='html'>Today, I was so eager to end class early coz I got plans wif dear. Went to esplanade and watch a presentation by some malay cultural group thingy. We watch till I got hungry and went to have dinner. Facing the esplanade while having dinner, its kinda romantic...wahaha. I help to order for dear and she was shocked. Her serving was more than mine...she said should be the other way round. Walk from City Hall to Raffles and both of us enjoy the scenery, the rain washes everything and left the best features of the world for us to see. Send her bak home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lup my girlfren and nothing can changed dat. When I say I lup her, Im dead serius.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047501-114832119222997036?l=purrfectlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047501/posts/default/114832119222997036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047501/posts/default/114832119222997036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purrfectlife.blogspot.com/2006/05/lup-ya.html' title='Lup Ya'/><author><name>B.PumPkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17527823365461058351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047501.post-114810496832932587</id><published>2006-05-20T13:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T12:32:57.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmm...No Title</title><content type='html'>Hello ppl...been very bz for this past few days. I rarely show up in SIT Club and haven't been seeing my TBC member.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things have been pretty good fer me. My frenz and her frenz knows of our existence and that's good. On top of dat, her elder sis and bro together wif her cousin noe abt us getting together. As fer my side, my family noes I had a gf without even me telling em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive not been having my proper meal and sleep lately. She's angry fer that...keep insisting me to eat. Hahaha, my dear is worried. I shall take care of myself and so will u guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047501-114810496832932587?l=purrfectlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047501/posts/default/114810496832932587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047501/posts/default/114810496832932587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purrfectlife.blogspot.com/2006/05/hmmno-title.html' title='Hmm...No Title'/><author><name>B.PumPkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17527823365461058351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047501.post-114779626084737675</id><published>2006-05-17T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T12:32:57.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mah Baby</title><content type='html'>16th May, marks a new day inside my calender because I found my baby. That is the day after my pay day. I love her to bits...haha...better stop before it gets too mushy. So aniwae, had lunch wif her at Woodlands Fork &amp; Spoon. We actually went there from Yio Chu Kang. Took 169 bak to Ang Mo Kio and its damn freeking far. Took almost 1hr liddat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh yah..in skool, there is this redbull lady who is promoting a new redbull. I got the taste of the no sugar added redbull drink made in AUSTRIA. Bitter taste but nice. Not like the THAILAND production...super sweet. I tink, I gonna buy that made in AUSTRIA kind of Redbull. Finally, Redbull gives u wing...and its true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047501-114779626084737675?l=purrfectlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047501/posts/default/114779626084737675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047501/posts/default/114779626084737675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purrfectlife.blogspot.com/2006/05/mah-baby.html' title='Mah Baby'/><author><name>B.PumPkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17527823365461058351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047501.post-114735978451705966</id><published>2006-05-11T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T12:32:57.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where The...</title><content type='html'>Let start my blog by saying where the fcuk is my &lt;strong&gt;My Chemical Romance - 3 Cheers for Sweet Revenge&lt;/strong&gt; CD. Its so irritated when someone misplaced my stuff. Can anione be so kind as to lend me the CD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh yah...I was chosen as ambassador of Singapore to represent the 11th Malaysia-Singapore Youth Camp. There's gonna be meeting after meeting at the National Youth Council. For this camp, we are going to pahang again. Speaking of Pahang, its Xavier kampung and that is the place where I climbed Gunung Tahan. Back to where we are, its going to be a 1 week camp on the 22nd June till 28th June...meaning, Im going to skipped 3 days of school. The bad news is that, the 3 days is my common test week. OMG!!! what am I supposed to do if there is common test.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047501-114735978451705966?l=purrfectlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047501/posts/default/114735978451705966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047501/posts/default/114735978451705966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purrfectlife.blogspot.com/2006/05/where.html' title='Where The...'/><author><name>B.PumPkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17527823365461058351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047501.post-114719292787935945</id><published>2006-05-10T00:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T12:32:57.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Months Without MVB</title><content type='html'>The day where I last left Lido MovieBites, I promise the staff on shift that I will come down and visit em but it seems that I didn't keep to that promise. Its so sad to have them forgotten. I tink I make a right choice by leaving the place if I were to find a place where I can be contented. Not only that, I miss those Starbucks neighbour. If I were to go there, will they recognise me or will they ignore me. A few names to mention...Haryatie, Ain, Nana, Ikhmal, Azfar, Azmi, Terrence, Hamizan and Nura.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047501-114719292787935945?l=purrfectlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047501/posts/default/114719292787935945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047501/posts/default/114719292787935945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purrfectlife.blogspot.com/2006/05/2-months-without-mvb.html' title='2 Months Without MVB'/><author><name>B.PumPkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17527823365461058351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047501.post-114700920004409507</id><published>2006-05-07T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T12:32:57.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Set Aside Expectations</title><content type='html'>My actions towards my friends are totally off track. Hating them for their innocence and liking them for meeting my so-called expectations. In the midst of all this love and hate, I don't realize that I may turn off some off my friends. It's so hard to find a friend who knows you truly and understand my situation. It only makes me a fool as to follow what they say. The reason is so simple because I want them to be happy and over here, I pretend to be happy. For 3 years in poly, I can only ask this question...what have I achieved, who are the bunch that I make friends with and lastly, what I expect in myself. It's easy for some but might be difficult to few. I've been leading a life that I masked for 3 years just to fit the crowd. A friend told me that I can't satisfy all but can only satisfy the interested lot. It's so stupid of me to try to fulfill all of my friends expectations. I'm not born to be perfect so neither do you. Therefore, what I have to say is that accept people for what they are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047501-114700920004409507?l=purrfectlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047501/posts/default/114700920004409507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047501/posts/default/114700920004409507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purrfectlife.blogspot.com/2006/05/set-aside-expectations.html' title='Set Aside Expectations'/><author><name>B.PumPkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17527823365461058351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047501.post-114693128696035307</id><published>2006-05-06T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T12:32:57.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HoodWinked</title><content type='html'>Watched HoodWinked at home wif sister and her boyfriend. Its a animation with a farnie storyline, not crappy thou. Its about the fairytale Red Riding Hood with a twist to the story. Dun get offended by my MSN nick, "If You Are Born In The Year of Bunny, I Dont trust You". The nick came about because in the movie, there's this rabbit who spike evil. Then the wolf said, "I dont trust that bunny." So my sister boyfriend make a joke on that statement, whoever born in the year of bunny cannot be trusted. Im sorry thou...shall changed the nick 2moro. Maybe I should bring the DVD to school and played at Theodore's lappy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047501-114693128696035307?l=purrfectlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047501/posts/default/114693128696035307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047501/posts/default/114693128696035307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purrfectlife.blogspot.com/2006/05/hoodwinked.html' title='HoodWinked'/><author><name>B.PumPkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17527823365461058351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047501.post-114685097137587048</id><published>2006-05-06T01:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T12:32:57.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zip Up Or You're Out</title><content type='html'>Firstly, today is a big day for SIT Club. It's a basketball match between SIT and SEG China Team. The game was damn exciting, I learn lots of interesting moves. Aniwae, SIT was so closed in beating them. Good job to SIT for going all 100% eventhough the scoreline can determine the clear winner. The supporters of EXCOs are damn hyper, these EXCOs are none other than me, Nat, Andrew, Merv and Jing Yi. We cheer like mad ppl and whenever SIT score points, it just drive us crazy. So that was the big match up. Dinner after that with the SIT Club peeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly...can u fucking shuddup. Dont you ever hush me to quiten down when you yourself are noisy in the first place, getting excited for no reason. I never hush you when you u talk loudly or being noisy. Everytime you talk so loudly, it drive my sense of hearing going crazy...making em wanted to burst. So please ah...dun make me hush you. Aniwae, wat I want to say to you is &lt;strong&gt;SHUT UP BITCH and ZIP YOUR FUCKING MOUTH&lt;/strong&gt;...Thank you very much for your fucking co-operation and have a good nite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047501-114685097137587048?l=purrfectlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047501/posts/default/114685097137587048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047501/posts/default/114685097137587048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purrfectlife.blogspot.com/2006/05/zip-up-or-youre-out.html' title='Zip Up Or You&apos;re Out'/><author><name>B.PumPkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17527823365461058351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047501.post-114675462502347535</id><published>2006-05-04T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T12:32:56.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So Tired</title><content type='html'>I never felt how it was like to be lonely in school after 7pm. There was not a single soul at Blk L Level 6 and Level 5. I never expect today atmosphere to be so dead. So I played basketball with Xavier and Renli and halfway through, I slept at the blue bench. It was comfortable because the seat was concave. Eventhoug I was sleeping, I still can hear the ball bounces...not a heavy sleeper. When it time for me to go home, I barely could drag myself home. Luckily there's Wana to give me a ride in his bf car.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047501-114675462502347535?l=purrfectlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047501/posts/default/114675462502347535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047501/posts/default/114675462502347535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purrfectlife.blogspot.com/2006/05/so-tired.html' title='So Tired'/><author><name>B.PumPkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17527823365461058351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047501.post-114658348849316568</id><published>2006-05-02T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T12:32:56.854+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mediacorp Kewl</title><content type='html'>Skipped NE lecture just to accompany Lydiana to Caldecott Mediacorp. I wasn't the only one skipping class...we got Xavier, Azimah and Bernadet too. So the journey of 5 'heroes' begin. Took train to Toa Payoh Station and I'm so not in luck can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scenario 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we are aprroaching the control station to ask the location of mediacorp, there was this small guy who was kicking this small girl. I didnt look where I was walking coz it was amusing to watch these two kids in action until I bump into an old uncle and this is what he said to me,&lt;br /&gt;"Hello gentlement, look where u are walking. You are wearing this *he is doing a specs impression with his hand*"&lt;br /&gt;I was taken aback by his words and the 5 of us giggle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scenario 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we reach the bus interchange, we were like saying out where is bus service 157. Then this uncle suddenly said,&lt;br /&gt;"You dunnoe where is bus 157? You noe where is bus 157? You dunnoe where is bus 157?"&lt;br /&gt;Again, I was taken aback. Somwhow, I manage to attract to crazy uncle. The 5 of us laugh. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie okie...end of scenario. So there we are reaching Mediacorp centre. The place to the reception was somewhat similar to Singapore Custom. Once we step inside, we are amaze at the place. Xavier commented that the toilet there are smelly and it shouldn't be that way. Once lydiana have collected her $100 CD hamper, its time to have fun. On the exit door, there was these pebbles where people leave their footstep behind. So Xavier took a pebble and wrote down all the 5 names and include NYP at the corner of the stone. Then we go check out the vending machine and there was names written on the surface of the machine. So we took out a marker pen and write down our name. Then we also leave our footstep at the marble seat. So we did leave alot of footprint behind. Next, we take a picture of us posing infront of mediacorp sign together with the hamper items.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie enough of Mediacorp...next stop, Bishan. Initailly, we wanted to catch The Wild but Xavier cant join in coz he muz go and meet his frenz. So we took neoprint instead. Hahaha...amazingly, the prints come out super nice. Even thou we spent less, we sure have lots of fun. Here's the pics for today outing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v462/Ridz/Mediacorp/Image393.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The next finalist for Singapore Idol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v462/Ridz/Mediacorp/Image394.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I muz lower myself to accomodate to Xavier's height&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v462/Ridz/Mediacorp/Image395.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I guess this is the pebble of dedication&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v462/Ridz/Mediacorp/Image396.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The five footstep that's left behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v462/Ridz/Mediacorp/Image397.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The vending machine where we put our names&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v462/Ridz/Mediacorp/Image398.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Hey look...its my name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v462/Ridz/Mediacorp/Image399.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Xavier's name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v462/Ridz/Mediacorp/Image400.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Look at the reflection on the vending machine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v462/Ridz/Mediacorp/Image401.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The crossword puzzle to our names...can u find the 5 names?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v462/Ridz/Mediacorp/Image402.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The arrows show where we are standing at that point of time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v462/Ridz/Mediacorp/Image403.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Pose with the hamper items infront of the mediacorp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v462/Ridz/Mediacorp/Image405.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Broadcasting in 3...2...1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v462/Ridz/Mediacorp/Image410.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Turn out not to be so emo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v462/Ridz/Mediacorp/Image411.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Obey the hand...muahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v462/Ridz/Mediacorp/Image412.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The artist of today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v462/Ridz/Mediacorp/Image416.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Free neoprint shots...style liao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047501-114658348849316568?l=purrfectlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047501/posts/default/114658348849316568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047501/posts/default/114658348849316568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purrfectlife.blogspot.com/2006/05/mediacorp-kewl.html' title='Mediacorp Kewl'/><author><name>B.PumPkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17527823365461058351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047501.post-114624264803051625</id><published>2006-04-29T00:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T12:32:56.765+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Customer Service</title><content type='html'>Due to the rain, the EXCOs and some OGLs have to stayed indoor until the rain subside. Well, to keep ourself healthy, we have decided to make Friday our Sports Day where we will played all sports ranging from tennis, basketball, soccer and frisbee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially, I promise Cheryl that I will have my dinner with her and Sabrina. Then, I received a phonecall from dad that I must go to Singapore Satay Club for dinner. I bathed in skool and quickly rush off. I feel so bad for I didnt inform them that Im going off. Guilty sets in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI...Singapore Satay Club is located next to Sembawang Shopping Centre. The place will be crowded with diners of different ethnic background and sometimes, it is impossible to get a seat. The food are kind of tasty and the satay is a must for every diners. With all this praises, you might get excited and have a good impression to this food center.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now here comes the bad part. I've ordered fish and chip and it took me approximately 30 mins to get my food. By then, the time shows 11.15pm and Im kinda pissed off. They are so slow in preparing their food. I was getting impatient and was going to shoot at the staff but I might lose face so I chilled. On top of that, Im not the only one grumbling, others are pissed off too. Dats not all, my batch of fish and chip is over cook and when I poke my fork into the meat and slice it off, the chip actually crumble. Since cutlery wont werk for me, I use my hand and when I sank my tooth into the food, it was super crispy. By then, my appetite dwindled and I push the plate aside. How I wish I went for my dinner wif Cheryl...haiz super sadded.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047501-114624264803051625?l=purrfectlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047501/posts/default/114624264803051625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047501/posts/default/114624264803051625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purrfectlife.blogspot.com/2006/04/customer-service.html' title='Customer Service'/><author><name>B.PumPkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17527823365461058351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047501.post-114571436531117983</id><published>2006-04-22T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T12:32:56.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NY Pizza</title><content type='html'>Went for soccer match somewhere near my house in the morning. Outcome, draw with a scoreline of 3 all. Playing for DM, I realise that our defenders are weak. I tink, the team needs some reshuffling. After dat, Mervyn, me and two other guys went to Harbourfront for some NEW YORK PIZZA. I noe...why the heck do we go all the way to Harbourfront front from Yishun. I've seriusly have no answer to that. I reached home around 4.30pm and Im way tired to do anything else.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047501-114571436531117983?l=purrfectlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047501/posts/default/114571436531117983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047501/posts/default/114571436531117983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purrfectlife.blogspot.com/2006/04/ny-pizza.html' title='NY Pizza'/><author><name>B.PumPkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17527823365461058351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047501.post-114555240518899316</id><published>2006-04-21T00:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T12:32:56.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Club Crawl 2006</title><content type='html'>Two days of club crawl and its happening. Everytime after my klas, I will crawl my way there. Hahaha. The first day, it was damn pack. SIT have its own booth and its so nice and attracting. On top of dat, our mascot was UP ah. We had a computer robot as our mascot, style eh. The four poster design of Xtreme Venture, VoiceOut, BandzOut and Phat Nite was awesome...didnt noe that we have bunch of talents inside OGL. Aniway, we went crazy when FBodz groove to the music. The gerls are so irrisistable. Hahaha. The we mention earlier on was Kenneth, Kenny, Theodore, Firdaus, Fawze and and few more names which I forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second day wasnt as bad ad the first in terms of crowd. This time, we have to go full force on flyers. Bring Cheryl, May and some of the OGLs for henna tattooing. I had mine and this is my design&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v462/Ridz/Dragon.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, Im not as wild as yesterday. Must control lah...haha. Ohh btw, SIT Club won the Best Mascot all thanks to the OGLs who put their heart and soul into the mascot design and construction. Congrats to SIT OGLs...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047501-114555240518899316?l=purrfectlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047501/posts/default/114555240518899316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047501/posts/default/114555240518899316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purrfectlife.blogspot.com/2006/04/club-crawl-2006.html' title='Club Crawl 2006'/><author><name>B.PumPkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17527823365461058351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047501.post-114512105645256849</id><published>2006-04-16T01:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T12:32:56.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spending Power</title><content type='html'>Being independent is good but when you are in deep shit, you start to worry. Once you worry, all negative thoughts set in. Seriusly, this month, I'm not financially stable. Super not stable, its like hopping on one leg on top of a thin beam pole. I'm seriusly going to suffer emotionally. Not even the first day of skool and Im oredi stress to the max. This is one of the worst situation and if this shall continue for another month, I will definitely scream my heads off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047501-114512105645256849?l=purrfectlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047501/posts/default/114512105645256849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047501/posts/default/114512105645256849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purrfectlife.blogspot.com/2006/04/spending-power.html' title='Spending Power'/><author><name>B.PumPkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17527823365461058351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047501.post-114502265521081288</id><published>2006-04-14T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T12:32:56.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Continuation of Today</title><content type='html'>Remember my cousin by the name of Alfian. If u dunnoe who he is, go check him out thro my links. Saying this out is totally not me but I kind of look up to him when it comes to matter of the heart. Look at him, a kewl bike a &lt;strong&gt;CHINESE&lt;/strong&gt; girlfren. I always wanted to have a chinese girlfren or a malay girlfren whose face resemble chinese, for a change. I've always wanted to see his girlfren but time let me down. Ohh shucks, he's lucky to have that gerl. And for crying out loud, when will I complete my bike license so dat I could ride wif Alfian.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047501-114502265521081288?l=purrfectlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047501/posts/default/114502265521081288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047501/posts/default/114502265521081288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purrfectlife.blogspot.com/2006/04/continuation-of-today.html' title='Continuation of Today'/><author><name>B.PumPkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17527823365461058351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047501.post-114501318897031663</id><published>2006-04-14T19:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T12:32:56.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boringness Sia</title><content type='html'>Contents of Internet have nothing that could make me stay at home and feel happy all day. Blog...Friendster...Hotmail...whats more in store for me. As for MSN, my peeps are so bz wif proposal that they are rarely online. Feel like going out...but to where.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really miss the times when Im at Gunung Tahan. Second round anione, I'll be the tour guide. Thankfully, there's a cycling trip to pulau ubin soon. This is a good time for me to relax and get to know my peeps even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why muz Good Friday turn out this way. It seriusly damn sucky lah. Stuck at home, raining weather. All I do was sleeping throughout the aftanoon. Haiz!!! there goes my precious time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stoopid teebee program...all sorts of idea trying to broadcast but none catch the viewers attention.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047501-114501318897031663?l=purrfectlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047501/posts/default/114501318897031663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047501/posts/default/114501318897031663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purrfectlife.blogspot.com/2006/04/boringness-sia.html' title='Boringness Sia'/><author><name>B.PumPkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17527823365461058351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047501.post-114472859662370935</id><published>2006-04-11T11:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T12:32:56.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gunung Tahan</title><content type='html'>At last, Im bak from the one week expedition at Gunung Tahan (Pahang). When I reached Singapore, I received a sms stating that there's a chalet organize by our OGLs at Costa Sands Resort Sentosa. Eventhough Im tired, I did go there to give a surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mountain was 2187m high above sea level. When I reach the summit, I'm actually above the clouds. Above a certain altitude, the atmosphere was blardy cold until to the point that vapour comes out of my mouth when I breathe out. The whole journey was tiring and my muscle are aching especially when the shoulder have to carry a straining load of at least 17kg. When I have the pics, I will upload em.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047501-114472859662370935?l=purrfectlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047501/posts/default/114472859662370935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047501/posts/default/114472859662370935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purrfectlife.blogspot.com/2006/04/gunung-tahan.html' title='Gunung Tahan'/><author><name>B.PumPkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17527823365461058351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047501.post-114389750208035413</id><published>2006-04-01T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T12:32:56.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing You All</title><content type='html'>Im so so sorry...havent been updating coz Im bz wif SIT stuff. Been going to skool early and goin home pretty late, not forgetting that Im werking in between these hectic time frame. But I couldnt place myself to those OGLs who work their butts off every precious seconds. Due to this heavy schedule, I cant deserve the minimum 7 hours sleep that I should be getting and soon will suffer from serius mind shutdown. The actual day is getting near. Orientation will commence this coming Wednesday and I cant seem to overlook the OGLs performance because Gunung Tahan Expedition will fall on this coming Tuesday. Rite now, I couldnt be bother wif my expedition...feel like dropping off from that expedition. To tell you the truth, orientation is much more important than expedition. Why did I ever go and put myself on the frontline of Gunung Tahan...haiz...regretted wif all my hearts. The saddest part is that I WILL MISS MY OWN MIT OGLs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047501-114389750208035413?l=purrfectlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047501/posts/default/114389750208035413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047501/posts/default/114389750208035413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purrfectlife.blogspot.com/2006/04/missing-you-all.html' title='Missing You All'/><author><name>B.PumPkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17527823365461058351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047501.post-114328950100694723</id><published>2006-03-25T20:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T12:32:56.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mini Expedition</title><content type='html'>Had to skip my Expresso &amp; Brew Class to make way for my mini expedition which is held at Pulau Ubin. There's a catch to the mini ex...we have to carry 14 kg of loads with us where ever we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's these gerl named Nadiah (what ever her name is spelt as) from SCL. She bring along a huge heavy bag (14 kg to be exact). So I offered her to trade my backpack which only weight less than 10 kg and the size is propotionate to her body size. The first segment is cycling. We have to cycle to somepart of Pulau Ubin. Wif our heavy backpacks, we try to catch up wif the instructors. Everything went fine until we went off road. The rocky terrain made us cycle slower. It was hard werk and a pain to some of our arses. Condition got worst when we were directed to cycle through the long grass plain. The length of the grass, is above my height. Went through some lalangs, scrubs, thorns and almost step on poo. Our mountain bike couldnt take the conditions so we have to push our way and the bike through the thick field. Head bak to our command post to start the second segment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second segment is somewhat like a treasure hunt. We have to navigate our way to the location together wif our backpacks. This time, we have to walk to our location and find the answers to the given clue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rite now, my shoulders is aching from the pull of the backpack. Imagine carrying the 14 kg load throughout the whole day without putting down. Its killing me but I stand tall and strong. Ohh yes...love the bumboat rides. It was fun. Afta the whole mini expedition, went to eat at Changi Village. I was starving and drank what I've been craving at Pulau Ubin...coke.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047501-114328950100694723?l=purrfectlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047501/posts/default/114328950100694723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047501/posts/default/114328950100694723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purrfectlife.blogspot.com/2006/03/mini-expedition.html' title='Mini Expedition'/><author><name>B.PumPkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17527823365461058351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047501.post-114321283546291488</id><published>2006-03-24T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T12:32:52.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taken Away</title><content type='html'>Treasure your own lives every ticks of the clock. You will never know the exact time where you see yourself lying on ur deathbed and writing wills to be shared around your next-of-kin. Next thing you know, u see yourself surrounded by familiar faces crowd abt and sits around you with tears welled up in their eyes. These familiar faces, came down to say their last forgiveness and was hoping ur soul were around to hear wats there to be said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stating all these, I lose an aunt. The news was devastating and shocked most of us. Eventhough doctor have told us that she might go any moment but at this point of time, is too fast. As usual, the sad, gloomy atmosphere surround the entire house. Moving around the house was impossible as the place was cramp. To add on to the previous point, the air was stuffy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont waste ur lives thinking that u screw it badly coz there is always somebody in some part of the world that prays to god to live longer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047501-114321283546291488?l=purrfectlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047501/posts/default/114321283546291488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047501/posts/default/114321283546291488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purrfectlife.blogspot.com/2006/03/taken-away.html' title='Taken Away'/><author><name>B.PumPkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17527823365461058351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047501.post-114312844066581300</id><published>2006-03-23T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T12:32:52.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fiery Thoughts</title><content type='html'>If only I could breathe fire, I would burn all those who stands in my way. Fire that is way far worst than igniting cocktails wif zippo. If I will to keep a legendary pet, that will be a dragon. Dammit...not a baby dragon okey. No need for a bike, I can ask dragon to send me where ever I want to. Okey lets get bak to reality.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047501-114312844066581300?l=purrfectlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047501/posts/default/114312844066581300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047501/posts/default/114312844066581300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purrfectlife.blogspot.com/2006/03/fiery-thoughts.html' title='Fiery Thoughts'/><author><name>B.PumPkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17527823365461058351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047501.post-114304552528470319</id><published>2006-03-23T00:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T12:32:52.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ice Blended</title><content type='html'>Ice Blended (IB) Class...it was fun. Got the chance to make those Ice Blended drinks. Its not as ez as it looks. The servings of ingredient muz be precise and I get confuse at times. For now, CB is a bunch of great, crazy people of that sort and hope it stays dat way. J8 Coffee Bean staff are mostly from NYP and ITE Bishan. Get to know more girls...its the fact coz all the staff in todays shift are gerls except Khai and Syazwan. The IB test was nerve racking...Wati keep on telling me dat I look stress. Overall, I did pass my IB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knock off ard 8.30pm and reach skool ard 9pm. EXCOs are having meeting. I came at the right moment. Wrap up everything at 10pm and went for &lt;em&gt;latte at S11.&lt;/em&gt; Was surprise to see our fellow OGLs there too. With Bobby around, he could build up the atmosphere. I wonder how things like when we go Gunung Tahan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047501-114304552528470319?l=purrfectlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047501/posts/default/114304552528470319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047501/posts/default/114304552528470319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purrfectlife.blogspot.com/2006/03/ice-blended.html' title='Ice Blended'/><author><name>B.PumPkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17527823365461058351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047501.post-114277827965391485</id><published>2006-03-19T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T12:32:52.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye my Frenz</title><content type='html'>Goodbye my fren. I noe this will never be the same. It's not the end. I will visit u guys someday. Im sorry to left at this instance. Im sorry if I ever hurt you emotionally wif my sharp words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to watch V for Vendetta wif Hambali for free afta werk. The show is all abt politics and how 'V' wants to sought out justice from all the corruption happening in England. I fall asleep in the beginning of the show coz Im very tired from my heavy schedule of Orientation Planning and werk. To add on to my sleepiness, the show was draggy. Could have end the whole movie in 30 mins coz the show is repeating and the content is getting redundant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She watch Dome wif her frenz and I wonder whether she ever grabbed hold of her frenz hand. How I could bring u out on a movie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047501-114277827965391485?l=purrfectlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047501/posts/default/114277827965391485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047501/posts/default/114277827965391485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purrfectlife.blogspot.com/2006/03/goodbye-my-frenz.html' title='Goodbye my Frenz'/><author><name>B.PumPkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17527823365461058351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047501.post-114262193742000500</id><published>2006-03-18T02:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T12:32:52.481+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Screw Up Part-Time</title><content type='html'>1...2...3...Fark those popcorns and management. It's time for me to officially leave MovieBites and enter to a new environment at CoffeeBean. Only stoopid ppl ask me to pay up all the shortages amount at this point of time where I cant support myself financially. Aniwae, the shortages is not made by me. How the shortages comes abt....&lt;br /&gt;If a particular item have shortage and it is not deal within one month by that staff, the shortages have to be spread among all the staff. How fair is dat stoopid system. Currently I've to pay 30 bucks for December and January shortages by 18 March and dat is today. Ive been keeping dat anger for such a long time and its time for me to confront and settle it once and for all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U...kalau u baca ni, I mintak maaf for those crude language. Tapi I tak leh tahan lah...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047501-114262193742000500?l=purrfectlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047501/posts/default/114262193742000500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047501/posts/default/114262193742000500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purrfectlife.blogspot.com/2006/03/screw-up-part-time.html' title='Screw Up Part-Time'/><author><name>B.PumPkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17527823365461058351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047501.post-114226775106526952</id><published>2006-03-14T00:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T12:32:52.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Madness Rush</title><content type='html'>I lurve my new life. From now, Oreientation Planning Phase, till the end of the 3 days of Orientation, I have to reach skool at 8.15am and ended ard 10pm. This is my one month schedule. Im lovin it...sheesh. Living like dis everyday, I tink Ive too book one ward at Tan Tock Seng Hospital. I tink im goin to kol this as Madness Rush.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047501-114226775106526952?l=purrfectlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047501/posts/default/114226775106526952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047501/posts/default/114226775106526952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purrfectlife.blogspot.com/2006/03/madness-rush.html' title='Madness Rush'/><author><name>B.PumPkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17527823365461058351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047501.post-114208929309488665</id><published>2006-03-11T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T12:32:52.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feelin It</title><content type='html'>Went to buy a new shoes today. Converse Hi-Cut. Since rite now Im involve in the planning stage of the Orientation, I have to wear shoes instead of my OP slippers. Look more appropriate and have to set a good example. Im happy lah actually, coz I really need a shoes. I was thinking of either buying PONY or CONVERSE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tak tau asal baru baru ni u asyik feeling sad, even thou u ader bilang I the reasons. I kat sini cuba nak make u happy tapi I rasa I gagal. I nak sms u pun naik takut coz u bagi I the impression dat I sms u at the wrong timing. I fikirkan balik aper yg u bilang I during our 6 hours msn conversation. I dah bilang u jikalau u ader masalah, u boleh confide in me. I rasa mcm sesat gitu. Tak tau pulak kenaper I rasa begitu. I rasa gelisah kalau u ader problem. U ingatlah...I tak pernah marah u dan tak akan marah u.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047501-114208929309488665?l=purrfectlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047501/posts/default/114208929309488665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047501/posts/default/114208929309488665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purrfectlife.blogspot.com/2006/03/feelin-it.html' title='Feelin It'/><author><name>B.PumPkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17527823365461058351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047501.post-114200226887380750</id><published>2006-03-10T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T12:32:52.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ARGH!!!!</title><content type='html'>I havent been resting well these few days. Camp Eagle have juz ended and we are into the planning phase for Orientation. This going to be the hectic period for me as well as the other EXCOs and the new OGLs. I tink, Im juggling 5 balls at this moment rather than the usual 3 balls. I have so many commitments but I've plan out which come first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intensive cleaning on clubroom. Resources wise, we use MEDICATION OIL as a cleaning agent to remove those stickiness left by masking tapes. I tink those who were inside the clubroom was insane. The devil have spike us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tink Im leaving MovieBites for CoffeeBean. I dunnoe wat to do at this moment but slowly, I will regain my conscious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047501-114200226887380750?l=purrfectlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047501/posts/default/114200226887380750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047501/posts/default/114200226887380750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purrfectlife.blogspot.com/2006/03/argh.html' title='ARGH!!!!'/><author><name>B.PumPkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17527823365461058351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047501.post-114157726122486544</id><published>2006-03-06T00:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T12:32:52.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jealousy Brewing</title><content type='html'>I juz hate it when the girlfren told me that their boyfren hate to see me hanging out wif his girlfren. This jealousy that brews in the boyfren heart...Cmon lah, I not here to snatch her lah. Watch ur surrounding and not onlie me. Who noes when u are so engross in watching my every step that someone else snatch her rite under ur nostril. I'll be glad if u were to tell me that personally and we can talk it out. Every problem have a resonable solution. Dont bring up the past and make that as ur fighting stand. Leave the past behind. One should not dwell on the past. If u boyfren are afraid dat u might lose ur gerlfren, take care of ur gerlfren very well. If ur gerlfren is taken care of, ur gerlfren wont leave u boyfren. Does it make sense now...I hope so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This following sentence, is for my future girlfren...if I gonna have one...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;semoga suatu masa pintu hatimu akan terbuka kernaku kekasihmu hingga ke akhir hayat&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/8047501-114157726122486544?l=purrfectlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047501/posts/default/114157726122486544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047501/posts/default/114157726122486544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purrfectlife.blogspot.com/2006/03/jealousy-brewing.html' title='Jealousy Brewing'/><author><name>B.PumPkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17527823365461058351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047501.post-114132165766847751</id><published>2006-03-03T01:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T12:32:52.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shove Away The Unwanted</title><content type='html'>Finally, Im looking forward to this day. The day where students break free from 6 months of self-killing. The day where lecturers felt relieve from all the teaching. The day where fun is all to ourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its nice goin out wif JV and Vanessa but I will feel out of place coz Im intruding their privacy. Even thou their hands never went exploring on each other, but Im pretty sure that my presence constraint ur movement somehow. When the time is right, we will go out on a group date. Might be ol skool but its gonna be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im gonna be damn bz on this whole coming week. Stress out and tiredness takes over me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047501-114132165766847751?l=purrfectlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047501/posts/default/114132165766847751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047501/posts/default/114132165766847751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purrfectlife.blogspot.com/2006/03/shove-away-unwanted.html' title='Shove Away The Unwanted'/><author><name>B.PumPkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17527823365461058351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047501.post-114105963731110944</id><published>2006-02-28T00:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T12:32:51.987+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Think About It</title><content type='html'>Im not feeling well these few days...few months bak to be exact. I frequent a temporary blackout and my head hurt, it feels like someone's palm is crushing ur skull. I ask my fren what might be the problem and she said Im didnt consume enoff water and Im simply dehydrating. Hopefully dat is the case and not some scientific terms that will be thrown to me by those docs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventhough the fire had been level down, I pity Tammy with her saga. I mean, we as NYP students should somehow show some morale support instead of discriminating her even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I read my fren's blog and she type this sentence down and I've to admit dat it is funny...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My right brain has nothing left in it and my left brain has nothing right in it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047501-114105963731110944?l=purrfectlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047501/posts/default/114105963731110944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047501/posts/default/114105963731110944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purrfectlife.blogspot.com/2006/02/think-about-it.html' title='Think About It'/><author><name>B.PumPkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17527823365461058351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047501.post-114097646908005848</id><published>2006-02-27T01:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T12:32:51.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was woken up at 9 in the morning by my dad coz he says the computer experience some problems. I hate to be woken up halfway thro my sleep when obviously I need my full 12 hrs to be energetic for the new day. The computer boot halfway and suddenly blank screen and shows the following error "NO SIGNAL". Even thou my course of study covers IT stuff, Im not dat efficient to handle such error. I sat down watching the blank screen and conclude dat the frequency of the comp have been tampered. Signal has got to do wif frequency. Ive no solution to the problem so I shut down my comp and went bak to sleep. I was thinking dat that is the end of me using that comp until somebody could fix it. An IT students w/o his computer is similar to a millionaire w/0 his assets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suppose to meet Jackvic at Sun Plaza to clear our doubts abt ASP where we gonna be tested on Monday. Somehow, Coffee Bean was the place for me. From the comfy sofa seat to the smell of grinding coffee, it was perfect for me to concentrate. Vanessa tag along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was feeling tired and tot of going to my aunt house but obviously she's not at home so I head home instead. While I was sleeping, I dream that the only way to save my comp was to put it in safe mode and revert. I was so happy that I automatically woke up and did wat I dreamt. Miraculously, it work and viola here I am happily blogging at this late hour despite of the fact that Im having my exams later on. Cya, gonna hit my notes before dozing off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047501-114097646908005848?l=purrfectlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047501/posts/default/114097646908005848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047501/posts/default/114097646908005848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purrfectlife.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-was-woken-up-at-9-in-morning-by-my.html' title=''/><author><name>B.PumPkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17527823365461058351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047501.post-114087876324467805</id><published>2006-02-25T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T12:32:51.837+08:00</updated><title type='text'>She's So Cute</title><content type='html'>Vanessa have a pretty fren. Vanessa have a cute fren. Vanessa is Jackvic girlfren. Jackvic is my fren. So therefore Vanessa's pretty and cute fren is my fren. Got the idea. I dunnoe why Im saying all this but maybe due to all the pressure that has been piling up on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The area near Sheng Siong Woodland Checkpoint is not my corner. The number of M and M, A and A overpopulate such a damn small place. Every turn, every corner I'll somehow spot one of those mention people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackvic...thanks for that chicken meal. I was so full by then. Rite now, Im hungry. Lets go and eat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047501-114087876324467805?l=purrfectlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047501/posts/default/114087876324467805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047501/posts/default/114087876324467805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purrfectlife.blogspot.com/2006/02/shes-so-cute.html' title='She&apos;s So Cute'/><author><name>B.PumPkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17527823365461058351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047501.post-114062916571938495</id><published>2006-02-23T01:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T12:32:51.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maths = Suicide</title><content type='html'>So many things happen to me this few days. Okie...firstly, Im so tensed up from those late nite coffee to boost my low energy to cover my understanding on Maths. Maths is the number one reason that drives student to their own grave...am I right on dat??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully lady luck is beside me for my first paper 2moro *cross finger*...wat subject...u should noe...the one and only dreaded subject which I detest. To tink again, without some knowledge of maths, this world will not be spinning. Everything which initially have meanings will be meaningless. Thanks to maths for driving humans to pump their brain cells and crack every logic that is applicable to our everyday life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desperate times calls for desperate measures and Ive to holla Iffah to teach me Maths. Over at her work place, she only got 2 hours to spare before making orders for those patrons. Well thanks for the first round of White Chocolate Dream and second round of Black Forest for which Im being charged for free. Those coffee only awake my sleepy senses but never help me to understand more. So have to kol Azimah fer help. Only then we both can understand how to solve the damn complex equation. Its like the blind leading the blind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rite now, the caffeine is taking over me. Urgh!!! the taste of those earlier coffee can still be tasted. Need to brush em off with Colgate...haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047501-114062916571938495?l=purrfectlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047501/posts/default/114062916571938495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047501/posts/default/114062916571938495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purrfectlife.blogspot.com/2006/02/maths-suicide.html' title='Maths = Suicide'/><author><name>B.PumPkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17527823365461058351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047501.post-114010695582229558</id><published>2006-02-17T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T12:32:51.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exams Week</title><content type='html'>Im so lazy to blog. I dun feel like continuing this trend. Aniwae, Im having mah exams now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047501-114010695582229558?l=purrfectlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047501/posts/default/114010695582229558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047501/posts/default/114010695582229558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purrfectlife.blogspot.com/2006/02/exams-week.html' title='Exams Week'/><author><name>B.PumPkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17527823365461058351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047501.post-113924140539157598</id><published>2006-02-06T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T12:32:51.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Panic...Panicky...Panicking</title><content type='html'>Working full shift on Sunday really coz panicky within me. I got so worked out till the fact that I've to stardy and serve customers at the same time. Doing counter at that moment really sucks...coz no word I've scan from the bloody book enters into my memory system. I juz gave up and continue wat I've been doing since morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aniwae, thanks to Zuliana aka Nana for understanding how I feel and because of dat, I manage to cool down my temperaments. I told her dat today, I'm going to face stress throughout the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So went to skool in the morning hoping to finish my ASP project which due 6.40pm. Thanks to Jon and Brett for helping me wif my projects. They help me to get bak on track. They are the real definition for true frenz. Ironically, I wasnt stress at all, instead I was bein calm all along. I manage to fulfill most of the project requirement but still have some problem to look into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had two test today and hopefully I didn't dissapoint myself. This week, is very hectic with projects deadline and tests.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047501-113924140539157598?l=purrfectlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047501/posts/default/113924140539157598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047501/posts/default/113924140539157598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purrfectlife.blogspot.com/2006/02/panicpanickypanicking.html' title='Panic...Panicky...Panicking'/><author><name>B.PumPkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17527823365461058351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047501.post-113880748894092918</id><published>2006-02-01T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T12:32:51.534+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fearless at Orchard</title><content type='html'>Skipped lab halfway coz I was all pumped up to watch movie wif mah cuzzies. We decided to watch Fearless and guess wat peeps, I was inspired to learn Wushu on my own...hahaha. Hopefully I hone suched skills and mindset. Wushu...strenghten the mind, body and soul. Bak to the story, it is a muz watch and I shall rate the movie highly. Second time anione.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v462/Ridz/Fearless%20at%20Orchard/CandidShot.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Iffah decided to strike a candid shot. Feels kinda weird thou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v462/Ridz/Fearless%20at%20Orchard/RidzIffah.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A proper shot for memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v462/Ridz/Fearless%20at%20Orchard/BestestCuzz.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This pic fits well if she is my gerl...but too bad ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v462/Ridz/Fearless%20at%20Orchard/Sideline.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looks damn suspicious, wonder wat da hell is he up too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v462/Ridz/Fearless%20at%20Orchard/MazHussein.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The couple of the day. Kak Maznee and Abg Hussein.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v462/Ridz/Fearless%20at%20Orchard/Pimpin.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im getting the hang of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v462/Ridz/Fearless%20at%20Orchard/MazIffah.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kak Maznee and Iffah giving one of those sisterly pose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047501-113880748894092918?l=purrfectlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047501/posts/default/113880748894092918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047501/posts/default/113880748894092918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purrfectlife.blogspot.com/2006/02/fearless-at-orchard.html' title='Fearless at Orchard'/><author><name>B.PumPkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17527823365461058351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047501.post-113877038430868533</id><published>2006-02-01T12:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T12:32:51.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop Emo-ing</title><content type='html'>Grab my head and shake it real hard *shake* *shake*....Woi!!!! wake up u shit (my brain is putting some sense into me). Look around you and appreciate the people who are there for you. Yes...you have done a mistake but take that mistake as a learning pace. Forget about what happen...build back the relation that failed. Give time to urself and think what you want to do. I noe u like to pleased the people around you but remember...you cant satisfy everyone. Its better to satisfy the majority group rathan than losing everything that u possess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I wake up today wif a better mood all thanks to Ikhmal and Syawal for giving me some advices. This is the new day where I will change myself for the better...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047501-113877038430868533?l=purrfectlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047501/posts/default/113877038430868533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047501/posts/default/113877038430868533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purrfectlife.blogspot.com/2006/02/stop-emo-ing.html' title='Stop Emo-ing'/><author><name>B.PumPkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17527823365461058351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047501.post-113864780526310863</id><published>2006-01-31T02:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T12:32:51.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mistake</title><content type='html'>I've been rite all this long. It was never abt ya, it has always been me. Why do u have to lied and said I did nothing wrong to ya. Im not afraid of any sarcasm remarks dat will be thrown onto my face. The reason I ask u eat coz, im more than concern for ya but it seems dat my action irritate you. I am at wrong now. Ikhmal please help me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RITE NOW I FEEL LIKE STANDING IN THE MIDDLE OF THE ROAD AND WAIT FOR A CAR TO RAN INTO ME. But to go into suicidal is plain stupid. Ive been the stupid one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost cried and felt guilty when I read ur blog. After all, I still love ya as mah sista and nothing more. No more semi cold shoulder treatment. I always enjoy seeing u being happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE CONTINUE TREATING ME AS UR SMALL BRO. I never felt so loved in my life before...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is by far one of the biggest mistake I've taken in my life...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047501-113864780526310863?l=purrfectlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047501/posts/default/113864780526310863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047501/posts/default/113864780526310863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purrfectlife.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-mistake.html' title='My Mistake'/><author><name>B.PumPkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17527823365461058351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047501.post-113847304406505568</id><published>2006-01-29T02:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T12:32:51.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CNY Eve</title><content type='html'>Saturday was simply bored at home so me went out wif Haryatie and Ikhmal. Told em to meet me 5pm at Bugis. Before hand, went to Tan Tock Seng to visit mah auntie. She was pale and weak. I was alone except for mah abg sedara, Farzreen. Left hospital ard 5pm coz I reckon that those two are going to be early. Bugis was oficially closed. Went to Orchard and it was the same damn atmosphere. Orchard was quiet...too quiet to be a named bustling shopping town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to play pool at Lucky Plaza and it was fun. After which went to Cineleisure and eat at Burger King. We have to make do wif what's left for us, shoppers, to dine in. Then walk all the way to Raffles Place. Along the way, we played a game which Im kinda sux at. Walk pass Fort Canning Park and all the way to Fullerton Hotel. Only there we remember that there is a Fireworks display. The fireworks was wonderful and Haryatie got all the actions inside her handphone. We took lots of emo snapshots along our journey. Ikhmal was good at photographing. My boring Saturday was sure pack wif fun and laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the display, we head bak for home. It was 1.00am by then. Inside the train, took some emo snapshots again. Ikhmal head to Tampines and left me and Haryatie...Im so damn tired. But the tiredness I faced now is worth all the effort I went through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haryatie....please do get those pics upload.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047501-113847304406505568?l=purrfectlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047501/posts/default/113847304406505568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047501/posts/default/113847304406505568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purrfectlife.blogspot.com/2006/01/cny-eve.html' title='CNY Eve'/><author><name>B.PumPkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17527823365461058351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047501.post-113837235152619079</id><published>2006-01-27T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T12:32:51.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Im So Sorry</title><content type='html'>I should have never initate the way I reacted to you. I dont want to lose u now. Eventhough how much I tried to hate you, I will love you even more. Rite now, I feel like Im going to lose you. If you wish, I will give u some space to breath. I love you more than those shining diamonds and you are more precious than passing time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie reader...I got sick and tired of hearing people saying to me, "I heard from someone u have a girlfriend." I dont have a girlfriend. Doesn't mean I love a girl, she bound to be my girlfriend. Love is so vast and it falls under many category.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047501-113837235152619079?l=purrfectlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047501/posts/default/113837235152619079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047501/posts/default/113837235152619079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purrfectlife.blogspot.com/2006/01/im-so-sorry.html' title='Im So Sorry'/><author><name>B.PumPkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17527823365461058351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047501.post-113829697098952645</id><published>2006-01-27T01:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T12:32:51.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Pie</title><content type='html'>ILOVEYOUILOVEYOUILOVEYOUILOVEYOUILOVEYOUILOV&lt;br /&gt;EYOUILOVEYOUILOVEYOUILOVEYOUILOVEYOUILOVEYOU&lt;br /&gt;ILOVEYOUILOVEYOUILOVEYOUILOVEYOUILOVEYOUILOV&lt;br /&gt;EYOUILOVEYOUILOVEYOUILOVEYOUHATEMEIFYOUWANT&lt;br /&gt;TOILOVEYOUILOVEYOUILOVEYOUILOVEYOUILOVEYOUIL&lt;br /&gt;OVEYOUILOVEYOUILOVEYOUILOVEYOUILOVEYOUILOVEY&lt;br /&gt;OUILOVEYOUILOVEYOUILOVEYOUILOVEYOUILOVEYOUIL&lt;br /&gt;OVEYOUILOVEYOUILOILOVEYOUILOVEYOUILOVEYOU&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047501-113829697098952645?l=purrfectlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047501/posts/default/113829697098952645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047501/posts/default/113829697098952645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purrfectlife.blogspot.com/2006/01/sweet-pie.html' title='Sweet Pie'/><author><name>B.PumPkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17527823365461058351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047501.post-113776879152391844</id><published>2006-01-20T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T12:32:51.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Farking Frustrating</title><content type='html'>I was excuse from school for 2 whole days bcoz I was helping out in Open House under S.I.T Club. I was told I owe E-Quizzes and it muz be done by today. I tink the system have close the e-quizzez and now my score indicates &lt;strong&gt;N/A&lt;/strong&gt;. Then I have 2 assignment which due today and I have not hand up any. Im so frustrated of all this last minute work. Aniwae, Im going to talk with my Electronics &amp; Circuit Lecturer regarding the E-Quizzez. Those quizzes play an important role when it comes to overall grading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love going out wif my cousins. Its so fun...I mean they can really help me to chill, unwind myself and destress.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047501-113776879152391844?l=purrfectlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047501/posts/default/113776879152391844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047501/posts/default/113776879152391844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purrfectlife.blogspot.com/2006/01/farking-frustrating.html' title='Farking Frustrating'/><author><name>B.PumPkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17527823365461058351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047501.post-113760376823602582</id><published>2006-01-19T00:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T12:32:51.004+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Open House Eve</title><content type='html'>Didn't attend the first few lesson coz I was damn tired. Reached skool ard 12 noon. Then afta dat, went for S.I.T open house briefing. Before the meeting could start, the MIT EXCOs have to be excuse for Specialisation Course Talk. By 6.30pm, everything was done and we have lots of things to settle before 2moro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went bak to Yishun to get the photos printed for Azimah. Then my dearest sweet pie *hehe* wants me to fetch her at Raffles Mrt. Instead, I ask her to come to Yio Chu Kang and wait for me. Aniwae, I was the one who kol her and decide to fetch her...so dont get the wrong misconception. Ask her to accompany me to Yishun and get those photos printed, the photos are needed urgently for 2moro Open House. Then went to have dinner. Afta everything was done, I sent her home by Taxi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its ironic coz Im damn tired but I cant sleep. My usage of English is getting worse. Ookey...shall not dulged more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047501-113760376823602582?l=purrfectlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047501/posts/default/113760376823602582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047501/posts/default/113760376823602582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purrfectlife.blogspot.com/2006/01/open-house-eve.html' title='Open House Eve'/><author><name>B.PumPkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17527823365461058351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047501.post-113698722216980157</id><published>2006-01-11T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T12:32:50.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marketing</title><content type='html'>The other nite, at my grand's house which is on my father side, my uncle saw me studying Marketing. He ask whether I could pass the paper. I told him dat in the world of marketing, if u are successful in life, u will be successful but if you are a failure in life then u will fail. Well, It sounds kinda true. Then he replied...if u never know the basic of life, you are bound to fail no matter how hard u tried. His words set me thinking and it really strike me hard. So without wasting any more time, I did my studying part. Trust me when I say that it aint easy to study while u are out especially if yst was Hari Raya Haji.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dat, we head to my uncle side where this time, is towards my mom side. I cant study over there because there is the hippest side. I love my cousins on this side. Each have their own style. Well another picture took wif my hot cuzz...haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today marketing, suprisingly, was easy. I tink I can really score high if I study the last chapter. Who bother abt those stuff when I finish the paper in 14 mins.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047501-113698722216980157?l=purrfectlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047501/posts/default/113698722216980157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047501/posts/default/113698722216980157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purrfectlife.blogspot.com/2006/01/marketing.html' title='Marketing'/><author><name>B.PumPkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17527823365461058351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047501.post-113672756157360437</id><published>2006-01-08T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T12:32:50.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Career Open House</title><content type='html'>Woke up early in the morning coz Im heading for Starbucks Career Open House at Capital Tower. I was given some orientation regarding dearest Starbucks. After which, I went fer the job interview as Barista. Hopefully, Im one of the chosen candidates. I sat down with my refreshments (fruit tarts and some scones) and have a one-on-one career advice with one of the store manager or izzit the district manager...hmm...Im not quite sure. While I was talking to him, I was shivering coz the weather is cold and the air-con level is very low.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the heart-warming open house, I head back to Lido and chatted with the Starbucks Manager over there who initially ask me to give a shot for this open house. She gave me some moral boost and told me to have faith in myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047501-113672756157360437?l=purrfectlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047501/posts/default/113672756157360437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047501/posts/default/113672756157360437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purrfectlife.blogspot.com/2006/01/career-open-house.html' title='Career Open House'/><author><name>B.PumPkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17527823365461058351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047501.post-113626446597734265</id><published>2006-01-03T13:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T12:32:50.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Continuation</title><content type='html'>I decide to leave my past behind and start a new life afresh. That means just dont take my previous post to heart and I forgive those people who loves to see me suffer. This time, I must act wif caution and use my brain instead of following my instinct. The year where I shall set vision for myself and do wat is right for me rather than letting other setting my walk of life. Haha...I shall be the same but this time be more sensible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047501-113626446597734265?l=purrfectlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047501/posts/default/113626446597734265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047501/posts/default/113626446597734265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purrfectlife.blogspot.com/2006/01/continuation.html' title='Continuation'/><author><name>B.PumPkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17527823365461058351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047501.post-113621762496376812</id><published>2006-01-02T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T12:32:50.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick of Everything</title><content type='html'>Any moment, I will quit MovieBites and leave my fellow colleagues behind because I'm going to embark on a new experience. I will try my way into Starbucks, a place where I always dream of working. Forget about free tickets and think about nice coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaving MovieBites just like that with a heavy heart is painful when I've to leave my colleagues behind but judging by all the politics, hypocrite that has been going on and all the false pretences that have put up, I will soon hate working there. All this while, I’ve been masking my disgust...The backstabbers who act innocently in front and spreading rumours like plague behind. Putting up a professional act didn’t they. Those people who I regard as friends and the same person who poison my life by spreading poisonous rumours to my circle of friends. Instigate their mind and constraining their choice of thinking freely. You got a brain so think what is good for yourself instead of relying on somebody's decision. Pressured not only during work but also during school. The same disgusting attitude but only done by different person.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047501-113621762496376812?l=purrfectlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047501/posts/default/113621762496376812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047501/posts/default/113621762496376812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purrfectlife.blogspot.com/2006/01/sick-of-everything.html' title='Sick of Everything'/><author><name>B.PumPkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17527823365461058351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047501.post-113600003951365540</id><published>2005-12-31T11:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T12:32:50.632+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year Eve</title><content type='html'>Wat's ur new year resolution. Well honestly I dont believe in one coz we never live up to our resolution. Don't nod ur head in disagreement, let me prove u wrong...somehow. Have u actually accomplish ur previous resolution before making a new one and do u still remember ur previous resolution. I bet ur answer is no. U may say Im wrong if only u counter move my statement. In the midst of this "I dont believe in any resolution", I still got one and dat is to pass my bike license. Haha, I mean there is still a goal that we are going to achieve inside us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047501-113600003951365540?l=purrfectlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047501/posts/default/113600003951365540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047501/posts/default/113600003951365540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purrfectlife.blogspot.com/2005/12/new-year-eve.html' title='New Year Eve'/><author><name>B.PumPkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17527823365461058351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047501.post-113561723480116858</id><published>2005-12-27T00:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T12:32:50.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Big Wedding</title><content type='html'>Saturday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the wedding place at Sembawang (Canberra Road) ard 12 noon coz I got to help wif da preparations. Then ard 2pm, we head to the female side at Ang Mo Kio coz the solemnisation ceremony is held there. Took around 2 hours to end the ceremony. Head bak to Sembawang and had a good laugh wif my couzins. I love gatherings, coz I got to see em again and we surely joke all nite. I was reluctant when my parents wanted to go home coz our conversation table was getting hot. Too bad I miss it all. Btw, its mah cousins (abg sedara) wedding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrive at Sembawang again ard 11am. Today is the big event. Currently, the groom is from Lagau. Some bike group. Lagau itself got ard 20 members. They even invite other bike gang like Kerabat and etc...They were making alot of noises wif their bike engine when the groom are ready to be excort to the female side. All curious eyes were looking at our wedding. It was so grand. Lagau was the one to escort the groom cars to the female side. The atmosphere was noisy and polluted wif fumes emitting from exhaust pipe. I tink there are more than 50 motorbikes. It was blardy grand and I cant describe the feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ppl, if you are living in Sembawang and all the way to Amk, you might be able to speculate this escort thingy. If only there's a video cam to tell it all. There's more to what happen but I tink I might juz ran out of space...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yah...I want the pics of the wedding. Every snapshot, I want it all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047501-113561723480116858?l=purrfectlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047501/posts/default/113561723480116858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047501/posts/default/113561723480116858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purrfectlife.blogspot.com/2005/12/big-wedding.html' title='The Big Wedding'/><author><name>B.PumPkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17527823365461058351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047501.post-113536479448088723</id><published>2005-12-24T02:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T12:32:50.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Battlezone</title><content type='html'>The Chronicles of Narnia...dat movie manage to sweep whole of Singapore. I simply hate to werk when there's alot of crowds. Lots of crowds equals to standing for long hours, no chatting wif Starbucks gang and absolutely no rest. Just now, the level of crowd was the worst. Its like a shelter to home the homeless people in the middle of the war. Its chaotic and we are like those ration officer, running around just to meet the demands of these "hungry beast". The best thing and i mean BEST is dat, we cant walk around the foyer. Its damn blardy crowded.  Oh yah, I cant werk when my manager is around coz he tend to spot staff's mistake rather than helping to ease the crowd. How can we possibly do the right thing when we have to rush orders...the best we can give is by doing the thing right. Sengket nyer manager.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047501-113536479448088723?l=purrfectlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047501/posts/default/113536479448088723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047501/posts/default/113536479448088723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purrfectlife.blogspot.com/2005/12/battlezone.html' title='Battlezone'/><author><name>B.PumPkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17527823365461058351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047501.post-113457736551270987</id><published>2005-12-15T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T12:32:50.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Am I Standing</title><content type='html'>Am I going mad or madness is taking over me...either way, the end result will definitely be the same. Im so vulnerable...eventhough I was spike and poison by my frenz, I still pretend that they are still my good fren. The group of frenz that might actually help me stood up. Im certain that there are only a few of them who would actually cried for me, reduce my burden. I wonder why u people pretend when you could actually shoot all u want at me. I tot I was the one who are afraid to receive this negative impression but it seems that u people are more afraid...such cowards of u people coz the only person who is going to lose is me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder...if I faced wif danger, is there any of my frenz who would actually get me to safety. Im afraid I cant depend on u people anymore. From where I stand, it seems that everyman is for themselves or better still..."IF YOU ARE NOT PART OF US, WHY IN THE WORLD SHALL WE HELP YOU".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my lovely sista, Haryatie...Im so sorry if I wasn't there for you. I noe dat I let u down somehow. I never get you ur much deserve bday present. I promise that somehow, I'll get it something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047501-113457736551270987?l=purrfectlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047501/posts/default/113457736551270987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047501/posts/default/113457736551270987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purrfectlife.blogspot.com/2005/12/where-am-i-standing.html' title='Where Am I Standing'/><author><name>B.PumPkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17527823365461058351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047501.post-113406043230750897</id><published>2005-12-09T00:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T12:32:50.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Harry Potter</title><content type='html'>Went to watch Harry Potter and The Goblet of Fire with Brett and Jonathan. The movie was awesome and its definitely not to be missed. Hermione Granger is so gorgeous...madness over her. Not only that coz the guest form Beauxbatons Academy are also breathtaking. I wonder how the director can get female characters such as Hermione Granger (Emma Charlotte Duerre Watson), Fleur Delacor (Clemence Poesy) and Cho Chang (Katie Leung). If only they were my next door neighbour...IF ONLY...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047501-113406043230750897?l=purrfectlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047501/posts/default/113406043230750897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047501/posts/default/113406043230750897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purrfectlife.blogspot.com/2005/12/harry-potter.html' title='Harry Potter'/><author><name>B.PumPkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17527823365461058351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047501.post-113370044047853186</id><published>2005-12-04T20:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T12:32:50.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Speak Good English</title><content type='html'>Wei Siong have implement a new campaign, "Speak Good English". Just listen to the way we talk or even blog...and my god...its humorous at how we use our english. Rite now, my singlish is like my main language and it's dissapointing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try to speak good english and u will feel awkward. We are surrounded by singlish 24/7 and its impossible to change the way we communicate in a single day. Correct ur frenz english grammer...I dont think ur fren will feel demoralized instead he should be gladful coz he learn something abt his english. Slang and sms language are also the main factor that IMPROVE our SINGLISH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me give you a n example of what happen to me during werk. I was serving a customer and ask what would he like for his drink...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ridzman: Would u like the pepsi for the drinks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a moment, I was so stunned with my communication skill. The correct sentence should be, "Would you prefer Pepsi for your drink?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compare the two sentence and frankly ask this question to urself, "Does the first sentence reflects how we Singaporean speak. Do we want to change the way how we speak so that we potray a better image.." Aniwae, its not too late to change the way we speak...so enjoy listening to how you speak...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047501-113370044047853186?l=purrfectlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047501/posts/default/113370044047853186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047501/posts/default/113370044047853186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purrfectlife.blogspot.com/2005/12/speak-good-english.html' title='Speak Good English'/><author><name>B.PumPkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17527823365461058351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047501.post-113362880710344347</id><published>2005-12-04T00:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T12:32:50.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SIT Johor Trip</title><content type='html'>I juz realise dat we cannot change the timing of the blog's entries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday, 2nd December 2005&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got tired during werk but have to endured till 1.30am. The staff was fun..coz got Ikhmal. Aniwae, our neighbour, Starbucks got this new manager named Tini. She is so cute but too bad coz her age is 24 yrs old. Alot of this be it sweet or bad happen at Lido but I shall not elaborate more. At the end of the werk, waiting for NR1 was a real pain in the ass. Hamizan and I waited for almost an hour for it to arrived. I was so pissed at the frequency of arrival. Reach home ard 3am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday, 3rd December 2005&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reach home ard 3am. It was 4am by the time I get to sleep. I've to meet the SIT Club peeps at Causeway Point at 7am. Meaning I got a hour of sleep. Luckily Wei Siong gimme a wake up call or else...&lt;br /&gt;The whole trip thing was like a breeze. we didn't spent alot coz Xavier and Kah Yip were driving us around. So we save on transportation. Most of the time, went somewhere near Skudai to get club stuffs for Xmas. Since the two drivers took all the trouble to bring us ard Malaysia, we decided to treat them Seafood. The food was finger licking good. Lick to the nails. This trip really makes us bond closer. When me, Wei Siong and Jessica are going bak to Singapore, our dear Wei Siong was hold up for bag check and was detained. He got some contrabands goods wif him. All went smoothly thou.&lt;br /&gt;Kah Yip, Xavier, Ridzman, Bernadet, Xinyi, Jessica, Wei Siong, Natalie, Mervyn and Jing Yi are the people who went for the trip but sadly Bern and Xin Yi have to left early.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047501-113362880710344347?l=purrfectlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047501/posts/default/113362880710344347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047501/posts/default/113362880710344347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purrfectlife.blogspot.com/2005/12/sit-johor-trip.html' title='SIT Johor Trip'/><author><name>B.PumPkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17527823365461058351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047501.post-113336863732538616</id><published>2005-12-01T00:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T12:32:50.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>November Babies</title><content type='html'>Happy Burfday to them...Happy Burfday to them...Happy Burfday to Kah Yip, Cher, Azimah, *take a breathe* and Bernadet. Happy Burfday to them!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIT club proudly celebrate these November babies birthday. Receives present, surprises and lastly, Fruit cake *yummy delight*. They got nice presents. I want those too...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047501-113336863732538616?l=purrfectlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047501/posts/default/113336863732538616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047501/posts/default/113336863732538616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purrfectlife.blogspot.com/2005/12/november-babies.html' title='November Babies'/><author><name>B.PumPkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17527823365461058351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047501.post-113328487547947479</id><published>2005-11-30T01:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T12:32:50.018+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflection of Inside</title><content type='html'>Once, I ask Rena wat does she see in me...her answer was simple which is, Im a person who try to make my frenz happy but deep inside me, there's uncertainty and much pain. I tink she say it correctly. If u peeps wanna noe how I feel, listen to this two songs &lt;strong&gt;International You Day&lt;/strong&gt; by &lt;em&gt;No Use For A Name&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;I Wont See You Tonight Part I&lt;/strong&gt; by &lt;em&gt;Avenged Sevenfold.&lt;/em&gt; The songs closely reflects my surface. Rite now, I really need somebody to talk wif...SOMEBODY not ANYBODY. Someone who could wake me up, make me stand again after my hard fall...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this month, I really need lots of stuff&lt;br /&gt;1) Tee-Shirt from Far East Plaza&lt;br /&gt;2)Check Sling Bag&lt;br /&gt;3)Floorball Stick&lt;br /&gt;4)New Specs&lt;br /&gt;5)Nike Shoes&lt;br /&gt;6)Lots more stuff which I have to organise inside my messy brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all guys...from now on, save money until it reaches 5 digits coz w/o 5 digits in ur bank, u cant dream of getting married...I try to aim at least 1/4 or 1/2 a million. OMG!!! dats a huge sum I must save...but it is possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, nothing much happen except the SIT Club peeps played badminton at Sports Hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I REALLY MISS U FER NOT SMSING U FER QUITE SOMETIMES.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047501-113328487547947479?l=purrfectlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047501/posts/default/113328487547947479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047501/posts/default/113328487547947479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purrfectlife.blogspot.com/2005/11/reflection-of-inside.html' title='Reflection of Inside'/><author><name>B.PumPkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17527823365461058351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047501.post-113319292216980030</id><published>2005-11-28T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T12:32:49.945+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nite Experience</title><content type='html'>I never knew dat nite klas would be fun. The nite klass lecturer, Claudia Low, was a fun person. She did well in terms of adapting to our standard of communication. The class treat her like a mother. She nag at us in a good way...I wonder how she can tolerate wif the noise level in the lab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afta da klas, Brett did something farnie. The new lift at SDN block was spacious and as usual there's a teevee outside recording wats happening inside the lift. So he enter and face the corner of the lift. All of us laugh and he said our laughter can be heard from the 3rd storey. Then at Block L, there is a unlock locker...we ask Jon to try and fit his whole body inside. He almost fit inside except fer his head. Next week, after he done some stretching, we are going to record him in attempt to fit his whole body inside the locker. Another huge laughter burst out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, the nite called out fer some ghost storey. I told em abt the rumours dat Block L Level 6 is haunted. When we passed by FJ, Chee Ming told us the reason why we cant take picture inside...dat explain the sign "No Photos are Allowed". Suddenly, every was quiet. We tot we saw a ghost head floating at the 3rd storey. Our eyes almost fooled us. It was a fun nite and we really feel so bonded.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047501-113319292216980030?l=purrfectlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047501/posts/default/113319292216980030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047501/posts/default/113319292216980030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purrfectlife.blogspot.com/2005/11/nite-experience.html' title='Nite Experience'/><author><name>B.PumPkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17527823365461058351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047501.post-113310122949016463</id><published>2005-11-27T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T12:32:49.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Friday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heard dis phrase before, "What goes around comes ard...", this phrase is called KARMA. Here how the story goes. I bought Bob a packet of Bandung from the vending machine at SC but the machine cheated on me. So I bought his Bandung from elsewhere. Then when I was going to play badminton at Sports Hall, good Karma blessed me wif a free H2O drink. So I got Pepsi Twist and H2O for 70 cents. Then Karma turn the table around. I got cheated again by another vending machine. Super suay!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help out wif mah frenz kendarat at AMK. Super hectic and the peak was ard 3pm. Started from 1pm and end ard 9pm. Dat was the longest kenduri ever...it was fun though. Get to noe 2 of Farhan's cuzzins namely Sha and Ina. Good ppl to mix ard wif....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have open house fer my sista frenz...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047501-113310122949016463?l=purrfectlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047501/posts/default/113310122949016463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047501/posts/default/113310122949016463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purrfectlife.blogspot.com/2005/11/3-days.html' title='3 Days'/><author><name>B.PumPkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17527823365461058351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047501.post-113241170494789706</id><published>2005-11-19T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T12:32:49.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Is Love</title><content type='html'>Whenever I reas Ivan or Kit Fan blog, I got inspired...those entries do really knock some sense into me. Never applied love drama scenes from the tv screen onto reality coz in the end, the relationship will fall apart. I sometimes wonder wat does it take to score a gal...diff gal means diff way of showing our love. Then if we went overboard wif our werds...they say we are mushy. Being soft on them is wrong and being hard towards them is also wrong. Now my head spin so fast I have to slow down...so I will back away from this relationship thingy and juz wait for the moment to arrive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As fer ya...I noe u noe that I like ya, but I'll give u some space to breathe and let u tink thoroughly. This doesn't mean dat I'll give up dat easily.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047501-113241170494789706?l=purrfectlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047501/posts/default/113241170494789706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047501/posts/default/113241170494789706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purrfectlife.blogspot.com/2005/11/what-is-love.html' title='What Is Love'/><author><name>B.PumPkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17527823365461058351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047501.post-113192276241788747</id><published>2005-11-14T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T12:32:49.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NYP Raya-ing Out</title><content type='html'>Meet Fida at Admiralty at 10.30am before meeting the rest at Boon Lay Control Station. While waiting fer her, Alfian kol me and said dat he saw me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Fida were the last ppl to reach there. So we start from east and sweep our way into the west area. Ooooo yah, Azran look so smart that all of us kol him dad. It was a wonderful raya-ing with those ppl. Not onlie that, the journey was noisy wif our laughter, jokes and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Fida, Azimah, Fateha, Zahira, Azran, Farhanah, Deen, Hafid, Aini, Dinie, Herry and Bob. Quite alot of names to mention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coincidentally, the taxi which I flagged, the driver was actually the brother of Mr Idris (NYP soccer coach/teacher in charge) Reach home ard 11.50pm coz I send her home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047501-113192276241788747?l=purrfectlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047501/posts/default/113192276241788747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047501/posts/default/113192276241788747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purrfectlife.blogspot.com/2005/11/nyp-raya-ing-out.html' title='NYP Raya-ing Out'/><author><name>B.PumPkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17527823365461058351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047501.post-113179597127440324</id><published>2005-11-12T02:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T12:32:49.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Colleagues Day Out</title><content type='html'>Went jalan raya-ing wif my werk frenz. So meet Kak Haryatie at Woodlands before meeting the rest at Bedok Interchange. My sister (Kak Haryatie) look damn gorgeous *jaw hanging*. The rest of the gang look stunning, handsome for the guys and beautiful for the gerls...haha. Reached home ard 2am. The first ever raya-ing where I landed home that late.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047501-113179597127440324?l=purrfectlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047501/posts/default/113179597127440324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047501/posts/default/113179597127440324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purrfectlife.blogspot.com/2005/11/colleagues-day-out.html' title='Colleagues Day Out'/><author><name>B.PumPkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17527823365461058351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047501.post-113163061944889403</id><published>2005-11-10T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T12:32:49.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heart Throb Part III</title><content type='html'>You purposely meddle wif my heart. You are testing me...testing my strength to see how long I can last on my two feet. I almost admit defeat, but I stay strong, pretending dat you are kidding around. You're intentions aren't clear but there's one thing dat Im very sure and dat is I've to werk out the probability of us being together as an item. I noe dat I tend to tink too much. Hopefully that these negative thoughts will not influence with my decision. I noe dat u are still single...eventhough u literally lied and said u have one. Im still waiting for you to walk into that open door. Lastly, without you, my life is incomplete.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047501-113163061944889403?l=purrfectlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047501/posts/default/113163061944889403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047501/posts/default/113163061944889403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purrfectlife.blogspot.com/2005/11/heart-throb-part-iii.html' title='Heart Throb Part III'/><author><name>B.PumPkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17527823365461058351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047501.post-113138475862252347</id><published>2005-11-07T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T12:32:49.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Under Progress</title><content type='html'>I've to admit that I got to change my habits. Its the first day of skewl and Im oredi late, feels kinda pathetic. On top of dat, I got nite klas. Wat a first day I should say. Nothing much to add on except that the atmosphere is kinda empty coz most of mah third year frenz are either on attachment or FYPJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it seems dat I can really change my blog layout at home coz the alignment will run. So Ive to use skool comp to do so. In the meantime, do hold on tight to ur seats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder, does she ever read my blog...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047501-113138475862252347?l=purrfectlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047501/posts/default/113138475862252347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047501/posts/default/113138475862252347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purrfectlife.blogspot.com/2005/11/under-progress.html' title='Under Progress'/><author><name>B.PumPkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17527823365461058351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047501.post-113129309561712400</id><published>2005-11-06T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T12:32:49.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heart Throb Part II</title><content type='html'>Im still waiting, waiting for her to be mine. When will all this happen, I really dunnoe. Why izzit so hard for me to approach her and blurt out the werds that I've been keeping bak. Im not being emotional, I juz need a space where I can voiceout of how I feel indirectly. It may be obvious to some ppl but not to all of them. A day without msg-ing her, I felt so miserable and really missed her alot. My inner self really wants to meet her and spent some time together. A time well spent that will scared my heart due to the memorable nite. Maybe I should stop dreaming and proceed wif wat I really want. If I really do it, then Im rushing for her. How do I know whether Im rushing or achieving my wish. A hurting heart and a wondering mind cant think properly let alone concentrate on his daily activities. For soon Im waiting for the day that she falls into my arm...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047501-113129309561712400?l=purrfectlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047501/posts/default/113129309561712400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047501/posts/default/113129309561712400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purrfectlife.blogspot.com/2005/11/heart-throb-part-ii.html' title='Heart Throb Part II'/><author><name>B.PumPkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17527823365461058351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047501.post-113112987402074513</id><published>2005-11-04T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T12:32:49.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heart Throb</title><content type='html'>I used to have a crush on ya but now its a different story. I wanna have u rite in my arms but izzit possible. I wanted to tell u, but time has shut me from saying those werds. I was never afraid of rejection but the thot of not having u in my arms will definitely kill my heart. It skips a beat whenever I saw u. I'll miss ya loads if never see u for a day. Im not confused...I've been thinking alot. I hope its not late yet and I cant bear to see ya walking in somebody's arm...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047501-113112987402074513?l=purrfectlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047501/posts/default/113112987402074513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047501/posts/default/113112987402074513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purrfectlife.blogspot.com/2005/11/heart-throb.html' title='Heart Throb'/><author><name>B.PumPkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17527823365461058351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047501.post-113103786962394691</id><published>2005-11-03T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T12:32:49.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eid Mubarak</title><content type='html'>Sleep ard 2am coz need to do some final touch up b4 retreating to my sack. Then wake up ard 6.45am coz need to perform prayers at mosque. I was super sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ard 3pm, everyone was getting ready to head to my granny crib. Board a taxi to our destination and I was sleeping thro out the journey. Next, went to my granduncle home. The chair was soft and comfy that I fall asleep. Then head bak to Yishun...my uncle hse. I love my cuzzins from mah mother side coz they are the onlie cuzzies that were ard my age (My father side, mah cuzzies are either young or oredi married).  Aniwae, wat do u get when u mix Alfian, Ridzman and Alfian's sibling together...the result is, we have so much fun and crap like nobody's business. This is the onlie time where I can see my cuzzies(female) dressed so beautiful. Too bad, this onlie happen once a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I would like to take this opportunity and apologise to all people who I've ill-treated, unacceptable behaviour...SELAMAT HARI RAYA AIDILFITRI MAAF ZAHIR DAN BATIN"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047501-113103786962394691?l=purrfectlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047501/posts/default/113103786962394691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047501/posts/default/113103786962394691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purrfectlife.blogspot.com/2005/11/eid-mubarak.html' title='Eid Mubarak'/><author><name>B.PumPkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17527823365461058351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047501.post-113069061202978293</id><published>2005-10-31T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T12:32:49.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Geylang Part II</title><content type='html'>Basically, Ive to turn up fer werk. As usual I was late and when I reach there, I saw lotsa student were gathering at the Lido lobby area. Then while I was counting mah stocks, they approach and ask whether are we open. Without any werd, I give them the stare and they go off. A body language that is understood thru out the whole werld.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dat, went to Geylang wif mah werk colleagues. This time, I bought a Dirty Green Baju Kurung and a "Kain Sampin". Cost $100 bucks but manage to discount up till $80. Insist the brother to give huge discount coz left three days. Dats abt it. Lazy to blog...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047501-113069061202978293?l=purrfectlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047501/posts/default/113069061202978293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047501/posts/default/113069061202978293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purrfectlife.blogspot.com/2005/10/geylang-part-ii.html' title='Geylang Part II'/><author><name>B.PumPkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17527823365461058351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047501.post-113060667806839300</id><published>2005-10-29T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T12:32:49.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Geylang Part I</title><content type='html'>Went to skool for our weekly Saturday activities...RISK. Sooner or later, I'll gonna get bored of RISK. Art brought his fren along. The chicks that the male SIT Club peeps were goin gogo-gaga all over her. Aniwae, her name is Rena and she's from SBM. Trust me ppl when I say that she's not a malay...she is a chinese. SHIOK!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bak to reality, played Risk wif Art, Brian, Kit Fan and Rena. We were bored halfway and decided to head to AMK snookerium b4 Kit Fan start his werk. Then after dat, Brian dissapear in the midst of the arcade machine and the three of us decided to go watch movie at Jubilee. The show time was totally wrong and it really clash wif our mood. So waddaya do when three guys have nothing to do and have never went to geylang for this month...yap precisely, that's is our next location. A good time for me to check out the design at my usual shop...but unfortunately, the design sux. Then we bought food at the bazaar and find a place to sank our teeth into those scrumptious junkies. The day have actually allow me to interact wif that SBM gerl and now were are sort of close...SORT OF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2moro will be the sequel, Geylang Part II and there will be a major switch in cast except for the main actor which is me. Going there wif my colleagues. That's when I'll decide wat Baju Kurung to buy. Toodles peeps&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047501-113060667806839300?l=purrfectlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047501/posts/default/113060667806839300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047501/posts/default/113060667806839300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purrfectlife.blogspot.com/2005/10/geylang-part-i.html' title='Geylang Part I'/><author><name>B.PumPkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17527823365461058351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047501.post-113052454859290693</id><published>2005-10-29T02:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T12:32:49.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'>T-Shirt Limited</title><content type='html'>B4 i punch in fer werk, I went shopping at Far East Plaza for T-Shirt. The first shop I entered was okey, pricing was reasonable but I sensed that its not worth my money. The Limited Edition T-Shirt cost me abt $19. Then I hunt for the exact shop where the EXCO's bought the T-Shirt for my bday. Revoltage...that was the shop name and my T-shirt cost $33. I was very greatful upon that present. Now I decided to UP my taste and go for expensive T-Shirt. At last I bought a super plain White Limited Edition T-Shirt from Radioactive which were designed and import from FRANCE. The T-Shirt cost me $35 and I bought it w/o hesistation bcoz&lt;br /&gt;1)Bonjour...je suis Singaporean&lt;br /&gt;2)Limited Edition&lt;br /&gt;3)Plain  Design&lt;br /&gt;4)White&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time round, it wasn't the design that influence me but the value and story behind it which is LIMITED EDITION and IMPORTED FROM FRANCE...and there's only abt 70 pieces sold in Singapore. Consider me one of the lucky 70 buyer.  Then the "plastic bag" was super nice...white wif pink inprint. It doesn't give an impression of plastic bag. I'll bet gerls will bring that bag to skool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I knock off from werk ard 1.30am. I was damn tired that I slept in the bus during my trip bak. When I woke up, the bas was oredi at Yishun Interchange...darn...so I've to take Taxi home and waste $4.20.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047501-113052454859290693?l=purrfectlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047501/posts/default/113052454859290693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047501/posts/default/113052454859290693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purrfectlife.blogspot.com/2005/10/t-shirt-limited.html' title='T-Shirt Limited'/><author><name>B.PumPkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17527823365461058351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047501.post-113023932999139202</id><published>2005-10-25T19:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T12:32:48.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Messy Painter</title><content type='html'>A day at home is boring. My dad suggest dat I help him in painting the house. Couldn't say no coz I've no choice. Then he will start abt how long I use the Internet and I'm not always at home to give a helping hand to the family. Well he just assign me two toilets to paint. I've finish the master bedroom and I'm such a messy painter. Hahaha, the paint splash onto my skins. My whole body was polka dots full of tiny paint splash. Rite now, Im so lazy to start on the 2nd toilet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all the design experts and creative bunch, tell me how I can redesign my blog layout...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047501-113023932999139202?l=purrfectlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047501/posts/default/113023932999139202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047501/posts/default/113023932999139202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purrfectlife.blogspot.com/2005/10/messy-painter.html' title='Messy Painter'/><author><name>B.PumPkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17527823365461058351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047501.post-113016814305077012</id><published>2005-10-24T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T12:32:48.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'>American Model</title><content type='html'>This is the first time I watched American Top Model intensively. I was sitting at my comfy sofa and was cheering for Kahlen. I almost got mesmerized by her beauty. The two finalist was Naima and Kahlen. I was so happy kat Keenyah was out of the game. Kahlen covergirl photoshoot was fantastic, she really pulls a stunning photoshot. I really fell sad that Kahlen never get the contract.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie...went to skool for another SIT Club mass meeting. Chloe and I were chosen to be the Camp U.P In-Charge. We have done the rough program flow and I can feel that we're doin good. Hopefully this feeling stays for a very long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've still got to source for prize gifts and the price list of items we need to buy for X'mas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047501-113016814305077012?l=purrfectlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047501/posts/default/113016814305077012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047501/posts/default/113016814305077012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purrfectlife.blogspot.com/2005/10/american-model.html' title='American Model'/><author><name>B.PumPkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17527823365461058351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047501.post-113008067696612838</id><published>2005-10-23T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T12:32:48.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Customer is always right...screw that phrase. Will u still consider that phrase true even if those customer are blardy fark up in every ways. I was so restless during werk until to the point that I lose my concentration. Im tired...customer make me real pissed...so I got very agitated. My mood was brought upon serving those customer until one lady ask me to calm down and relaks coz I sound kinda rude. I was sleeping on the job. I was very tired. The popcorn bags are so comfy that acted like a nice back cushion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Situation 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me explain how I got agitated. The queue was long then this woman come to my counter flash her 4 movie stubs and DEMAND the free weekend popcorn combo deal. I explain to her that she needs to produce a voucher for the deal which was given by the box office personnel.  Situation gets out of hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woman:  I bought 4 tickets and I want my free popcorn.&lt;br /&gt;Ridz:  Sorry ma'am, u need to produce a voucher inorder to get the free popcorn.&lt;br /&gt;Woman:  Can't I just show u this movie ticket and get the free popcorn. (sound very persistent)&lt;br /&gt;Ridz:  Can't do ma'am. (irritated)&lt;br /&gt;Woman:  So where must I go to collect the voucher (raise voice)&lt;br /&gt;Ridz:  From where you purchase you're tickets (very irritated)&lt;br /&gt;Woman: And where is that?&lt;br /&gt;Ridz: From the box office LAH (pissed)&lt;br /&gt;Woman:  Then liddat must I go and queue up again when I want to collect my popcorn. (sian oredi)&lt;br /&gt;Ridz:  Its up to you ma'am (heck care)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After she come back from box office again and cut the long queue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woman:  Hey! I cant get the voucher bcoz the personnel says it's b4 3pm. Gimme my popcorn, I'll buy it (pissed)&lt;br /&gt;Woman:  My show start at 3.15pm&lt;br /&gt;Ridz:  So what...its my fault. (raise voice)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's when I got ticked off. Then that is when I served that lady who ask me to calm down and watch my tone. She said I sound rude. But luckily she understand the whole situation and she never get offended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Situation 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three kids come to my counter and ask for lollipos in the most irritated manner. He was playing ard wif his accent and it very irritating. I was so fed up that I ask my colleagues to take over and serve those brats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This two situation manage to stir my anger. Really tested my patient.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047501-113008067696612838?l=purrfectlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047501/posts/default/113008067696612838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047501/posts/default/113008067696612838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purrfectlife.blogspot.com/2005/10/customer-is-always-right.html' title=''/><author><name>B.PumPkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17527823365461058351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047501.post-112999363423623608</id><published>2005-10-22T22:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T12:32:48.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Shag</title><content type='html'>I've to admit that today was the most tiring floorball pratice. Halfway thro the training, my throat were dry and my tongue were swollen. At the end of the training, I couldn't move so I lay flat waiting for the time to past. 10 mins b4 breaking fast, some of us go take shower first. This is the very first time I thank god for the creation of water. The cooling water wet my body and it put my mind at ease. Rite now, Im still feeling thirsty...drank 3 tumbler full of plain water liao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aniwae, b4 I went for floorball training, played Risk wif Art, Brian and Kit Fan. At last, I won and it really boost my confident. So watch out other Risk playa coz Imma bak in action and ready to kick ya troops ass...hopefully.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047501-112999363423623608?l=purrfectlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047501/posts/default/112999363423623608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047501/posts/default/112999363423623608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purrfectlife.blogspot.com/2005/10/super-shag_22.html' title='Super Shag'/><author><name>B.PumPkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17527823365461058351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047501.post-112991039483673719</id><published>2005-10-21T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T12:32:48.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'>European Gigolo</title><content type='html'>Go watch Deuce Bigalow European Gigolo at Yishun GV. Nas, me, Chermaine, Annie, Gabriel, Deen, Hafid, Art and Fida. Such a kewl movie. Some parts were super obscene. Me and Art was like laughing. Then after movie had our dinner at LJS. The atmosphere was amazing. I felt hyper. Had a great day. Aniwae, at LJS, I feel kinda guilty coz I never talked to her. From her look of her face, I assume dat she's bored. I talked to Annie all the way instead...but hey, its been a long time since I had a real chat wif mu bez buddy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047501-112991039483673719?l=purrfectlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047501/posts/default/112991039483673719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047501/posts/default/112991039483673719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purrfectlife.blogspot.com/2005/10/european-gigolo.html' title='European Gigolo'/><author><name>B.PumPkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17527823365461058351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047501.post-112991018295521765</id><published>2005-10-20T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T12:32:48.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthdate Calls</title><content type='html'>At last, got mass meeting to update the all EXCO's on the upcoming event. After meeting ended, we decided to play captain's ball at Blk L lvl 6. Before we could even start the game, a security guard stop us and demand fer our admin card...well oh well, too bad we cant screw him coz we got a name to uphold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dat, the EXCO's gave a surprise to all October babies. It was indeed a wonderful surprise. I got a lovely T-Shirt, such a kewl prezzie. Ironically, I was fasting yet I'm cutting the cake. Fadzuli help to give the cakes out. It was a lovely cakes and by looking at the cake, it was very tempting. Left ard 1 hr time to break mah fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, play soccer wif Natalie, Kah Yip, Xavier, Mervyn and Andrew. After dat, head to Mac. Break wif Sue, Azimah, Fadzuli, Theresa, Chermaine, Cindy, Jing Yi. It really feels like we're one big family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then suddenly I was like calling everybody to ask for her bday...I onlie know it falls on November but I dont get the date. The whole peeps at the table when all the answer given to me were either twisted or I've to kol someone. Then Cindy sms her bday to all the peeps present except me. Then Azimah and Chermaine decided to help me out but for a price...two free movie tickets to complete the date. Such a huge sacrificial to get her birthdate. Aniwae, the whole table was having lotsa fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047501-112991018295521765?l=purrfectlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047501/posts/default/112991018295521765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047501/posts/default/112991018295521765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purrfectlife.blogspot.com/2005/10/birthdate-calls.html' title='Birthdate Calls'/><author><name>B.PumPkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17527823365461058351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047501.post-112965413384316497</id><published>2005-10-18T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T12:32:48.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Got Whipped</title><content type='html'>It seems dat I've been skipping floorball practices. Got caught up wif werk. Speaking of which, I had to werk today. I've to cover one of the staff. Nice day at werk though coz I received a tall can of sweetened whipped cream. Indulge in a new experience. Actually, I ask for a cup of whipped cream but the manager was kind enoff to give me the whole can instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2moro have to werk again and hopefully she's there too...coz I can ask for a FREE tall Mocha Rhumba wif 2 Pumps of Vanilla and finish off wif Whipped Cream and Chocolate Syrup. Yum Yum, I will never get sick and tired of my favourite drinks. Aniwae, my favourite drink cost 6 - 7 bucks. Hahaha...so ex rite, but its super nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047501-112965413384316497?l=purrfectlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047501/posts/default/112965413384316497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047501/posts/default/112965413384316497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purrfectlife.blogspot.com/2005/10/got-whipped.html' title='Got Whipped'/><author><name>B.PumPkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17527823365461058351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047501.post-112939308987019154</id><published>2005-10-15T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T12:32:48.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nine Dayz</title><content type='html'>Nine days of puasa have passed. Out of these nine days, I onlie managed to break my fast at home twice. Its kinda sad though. I was totally prepared to save every penny for this one whole month but everything is so wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I went home, I was surprised. Today, my mini home theatre and the system rack arrived. New sofa set too. The furniture in my parents room were traded for new. The house look as we have just shifted house.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047501-112939308987019154?l=purrfectlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047501/posts/default/112939308987019154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047501/posts/default/112939308987019154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purrfectlife.blogspot.com/2005/10/nine-dayz.html' title='Nine Dayz'/><author><name>B.PumPkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17527823365461058351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047501.post-112921987633959952</id><published>2005-10-13T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T12:32:48.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Belated Sabotage</title><content type='html'>Well well...my Lido colleagues decided to sabotage me wif this belated burfday surprise. They bought a chocolate cake for all the October babies namely me, Nura, Ziela and Liyana. Then my in-charge took a piece of cake and smear all over my shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proposal 1st draft is due 2moro. Hopefully my committee member have done a decent job *cross fingers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 303px; HEIGHT: 177px" height="358" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v462/Ridz/BdayCakes.jpg" width="438" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The delicious chocolate cake&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047501-112921987633959952?l=purrfectlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047501/posts/default/112921987633959952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047501/posts/default/112921987633959952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purrfectlife.blogspot.com/2005/10/belated-sabotage.html' title='Belated Sabotage'/><author><name>B.PumPkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17527823365461058351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047501.post-112876800417440086</id><published>2005-10-08T18:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T12:32:47.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're Beautiful</title><content type='html'>I will like to say a big thankiew to all those peeps who wish me Happy Birthday especially to these people, Kiki, Sharon, Suhaidah, Aini, Mervyn, Fida, Xavier, Andrew, Bryan and Alfian. Thanks Andrew and Xavier for the prezzie, really like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost got to bring her out if not for her going to her 'mak chick' hse. Plan was ruined so I went to skool to play risk wif some of the SIT Club peeps. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for at home, mom was cooking chicken rice for puasa...so kind of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aniwae, still no Internet Connection at home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047501-112876800417440086?l=purrfectlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047501/posts/default/112876800417440086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047501/posts/default/112876800417440086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purrfectlife.blogspot.com/2005/10/youre-beautiful.html' title='You&apos;re Beautiful'/><author><name>B.PumPkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17527823365461058351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047501.post-112789713714579119</id><published>2005-09-28T16:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T12:32:47.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So Helpless</title><content type='html'>I've not been signing in to my internet for like six days now. The reason is because, my computer processor got burned and fried. Laugh all u want but its not farnie...the situation, an IT student wif no computer is equivalent to a millionaire without his money. Aniwae, many things have happen to me for these past six days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The SIT Commisioning was orait. I was choosen to be the MC at the very last minute...how I sound...I sound so tensed. Luckily Art was there to rescue me. The new committee was announced. For those who are not choosen, we as the new EXCOs will always welcome u into the clubroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 26th Sept, I organise a movie outing...the beginning of the outing was fun until the movie spoilt our day. We chose the wrong movie. The movie was stupid, inhuman and STUPID.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the time bein, I using my fren comp to surf the net...cheap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047501-112789713714579119?l=purrfectlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047501/posts/default/112789713714579119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047501/posts/default/112789713714579119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purrfectlife.blogspot.com/2005/09/so-helpless.html' title='So Helpless'/><author><name>B.PumPkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17527823365461058351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047501.post-112731674058778548</id><published>2005-09-21T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T12:32:47.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hols Are Here</title><content type='html'>Ladies and gentlemen...this is the moment I've been waiting for and dat is the end of my exams. End of exams means holiday. Miraculously, the two papers dat got me worried was super &lt;strong&gt;EZ&lt;/strong&gt;. I had no problem wif da question. Hi-5-ing to all ppl who have finish their last paper and for those who are still facing wif the stress, ur time will soon come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to watch &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;The Longest Yard&lt;/span&gt; wif mah klasmate at &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;PS&lt;/span&gt; and it was a good show. Next show on mah list, &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Corpse Bride&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047501-112731674058778548?l=purrfectlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047501/posts/default/112731674058778548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047501/posts/default/112731674058778548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purrfectlife.blogspot.com/2005/09/hols-are-here.html' title='Hols Are Here'/><author><name>B.PumPkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17527823365461058351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047501.post-112705446715615899</id><published>2005-09-18T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T12:32:47.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brain Dead</title><content type='html'>Brain Dead...dat is the onlie thing I could describe my day. Trying very hard to stardy at werk place but it seems dat my brain has filter every text from the &lt;strong&gt;C++&lt;/strong&gt; textbooks. Cant wait to end this paper. Any idea where I can get free aroma therapy apart from the toilets. I need to get this brain pumping again. The brain processor decrease because it lacks oxygen...is dat true??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047501-112705446715615899?l=purrfectlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047501/posts/default/112705446715615899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047501/posts/default/112705446715615899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purrfectlife.blogspot.com/2005/09/brain-dead.html' title='Brain Dead'/><author><name>B.PumPkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17527823365461058351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047501.post-112693997864300369</id><published>2005-09-16T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T12:32:47.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prezzie Hunt</title><content type='html'>Hollups peeps...went stardying wif &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Calvin(MIT)&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Kai Lin&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Azimah&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Chloe&lt;/span&gt; in skool. Then &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Calvin&lt;/span&gt; and I decided to go &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Blk L lvl 6&lt;/span&gt; and play &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;RISK&lt;/span&gt;. Coincidentally, &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Bryan&lt;/span&gt; was there and I've to ring &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Azimah&lt;/span&gt; so dat we have sufficient players. After &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Risk&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Xavier&lt;/span&gt;, me, &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Andrew&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Calvin &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Kai Lin&lt;/span&gt; went to &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;J8&lt;/span&gt; to buy prezzie. After buying our stuff, we bumped into &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Bryan &lt;/span&gt;and had our dinner at &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;LJS&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047501-112693997864300369?l=purrfectlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047501/posts/default/112693997864300369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047501/posts/default/112693997864300369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purrfectlife.blogspot.com/2005/09/prezzie-hunt.html' title='Prezzie Hunt'/><author><name>B.PumPkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17527823365461058351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047501.post-112680474897847756</id><published>2005-09-15T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T12:32:47.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cave</title><content type='html'>Oh boy...was I a bad boy today. Intend to go study today but all dat was changed because of one sms, "&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Man, u goin sch ar? U wanna buy present where?&lt;/span&gt;". I totally forget abt the plan which I was making a fuss yesterday. Aniwae, &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Xavier&lt;/span&gt; is the one dat sms and remind me. So I rang up &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Art&lt;/span&gt; and invite him to tag along. I waited for &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Art&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Xavier&lt;/span&gt; at &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;AMK MRT Station&lt;/span&gt;. Wait for em super long. &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Calvin&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Kai Lin&lt;/span&gt; decided to join us later on. So the three of the dudes head to town and we decided to catch a movie b4 shop for prezzie. Over at &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Lido&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Zuliana&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Sarlina&lt;/span&gt; were goin to watch &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;The Cave&lt;/span&gt;. For the three of us, it was either &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;The Longest Yard&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;The Cave&lt;/span&gt;. We have to actually rang three peeps for opinion and they are, &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Fida, Wendy&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Cindy&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Fida&lt;/span&gt; voted &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;The Longest Yard&lt;/span&gt; while the other two voted &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;The Cave&lt;/span&gt;. Was it so hard to choose the movie. &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;The Cave&lt;/span&gt; was okey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After movie, meet the two late comers at &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Heeren&lt;/span&gt;. Then we all go shop for the prezzie. &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Art&lt;/span&gt; left halfway coz he got gym at &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Paragon&lt;/span&gt;. Speaking of &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Paragon&lt;/span&gt;, the toilets there are super marvellous. &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Paragon&lt;/span&gt; was named &lt;strong&gt;The Rich Man Shopping Centre&lt;/strong&gt;. At the end of the day, we went home empty handed but wif a full stomach coz we cant decide wat to buy for the prezzie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047501-112680474897847756?l=purrfectlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047501/posts/default/112680474897847756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047501/posts/default/112680474897847756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purrfectlife.blogspot.com/2005/09/cave.html' title='The Cave'/><author><name>B.PumPkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17527823365461058351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047501.post-112671710332747103</id><published>2005-09-14T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T12:32:46.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 More Bebeh</title><content type='html'>Reach skool ard &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;2pm&lt;/span&gt; and went to study outside &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;clubroom&lt;/span&gt;. Personally, that is the best place to study at this period of time coz there aint many people walking pass therefore less distraction. Eventhough &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;li&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;brary&lt;/span&gt; may seems to be the best studying place, there are many people inside and thus i'll likely get distracted. Furthermore, the &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;library&lt;/span&gt; may be noisy at times by those inconsiderate bunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was studying for &lt;strong&gt;Network Technology&lt;/strong&gt; exams which commence at &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;4.30pm. &lt;/span&gt;I tot the clubroom was empty but &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Alex&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Hui Shan&lt;/span&gt; were inside. Aniwae, exams was manageable. After dat went to &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Library&lt;/span&gt; to laze ard wif &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Kai Lin&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Andrew&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Xavier&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Calvin&lt;/span&gt;. We left the place at &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;9pm&lt;/span&gt; and went to grab dinner b4 heading home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047501-112671710332747103?l=purrfectlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047501/posts/default/112671710332747103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047501/posts/default/112671710332747103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purrfectlife.blogspot.com/2005/09/2-more-bebeh.html' title='2 More Bebeh'/><author><name>B.PumPkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17527823365461058351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047501.post-112650317334629556</id><published>2005-09-12T13:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T12:32:46.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Farking Blind</title><content type='html'>ARGH!!!!...Im such an idiot coz I juz realize dat the &lt;strong&gt;XML&lt;/strong&gt; notes given to me on the day b4 the Common Test which is last Friday, &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;9 Sept&lt;/span&gt;, is the answer. I didnt noe that the answer were at the bak...instead I attempt the question. Comparing the model answer against my own answer, I tink I can wave goodbye to Grade A, Grade B and Grade C. Seriously I can get Grade A for &lt;strong&gt;XML&lt;/strong&gt; for studying dat paper alone. Im so farking blind (&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;bang head against keyboard&lt;/span&gt;). Rite now, I need the time wizard to turn bak the clock...yah rite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, this are the modules that I tink Ive to retake...NOT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Multimedia Design &amp; Production&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;XML&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Computer System &amp;amp; Windows Programming&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Computational Maths&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047501-112650317334629556?l=purrfectlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047501/posts/default/112650317334629556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047501/posts/default/112650317334629556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purrfectlife.blogspot.com/2005/09/farking-blind.html' title='Farking Blind'/><author><name>B.PumPkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17527823365461058351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047501.post-112639325750368496</id><published>2005-09-10T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T12:32:46.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendly Match</title><content type='html'>Soccer match between &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;SIT&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;SBM&lt;/span&gt; ended wif a scoreline of &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;2 - 5&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet up wif &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Natalie&lt;/span&gt; at &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;YCK MRT&lt;/span&gt; b4 heading to the field. As usual there are some ppl who are late. Match start at &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;9am&lt;/span&gt;. We got lots of player on our side. We are able to make &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt; teams from the available of ppl. It was fun.&lt;br /&gt;Then slack wif &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Art&lt;/span&gt; and all outside clubroom. At &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;1pm&lt;/span&gt;, I had to go for floorball training. It was damn tiring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047501-112639325750368496?l=purrfectlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047501/posts/default/112639325750368496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047501/posts/default/112639325750368496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purrfectlife.blogspot.com/2005/09/friendly-match.html' title='Friendly Match'/><author><name>B.PumPkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17527823365461058351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047501.post-112628462828435742</id><published>2005-09-09T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T12:32:46.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Stress</title><content type='html'>Earlier in the day, I can say dat its not my day. I send my project (&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;24 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;MB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt; file size&lt;/span&gt;) to my fren thru msn. I left home coz got &lt;strong&gt;XML&lt;/strong&gt; common test. When I reach &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Yishun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt; MRT&lt;/span&gt; station, my sister called me and said that the tranfer process got terminate. I ask my sister to send the file again and the same thing happen. This happen ard &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;1.30pm&lt;/span&gt;. My common test start at &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;2pm&lt;/span&gt; and my project deadline was &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;5pm&lt;/span&gt;. How could the computer do such a thing to me at this point of time. Im super pressured and couldnt ease my mind until the extend dat I couldn't concentrate on my common test and I finished the paper in &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt; hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rushed home coz need to reduce the file size so dat I could upload to gmail. Took taxi all the way to my fren house who reside at &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Ang Mo Kio&lt;/span&gt;. Bad luck lapsed one after another, coz when I reached his house, he cant start his internet connection (&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;need to download the files from Gmail...remember!!&lt;/span&gt;). The time was &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;4.30pm&lt;/span&gt; and Im &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;30&lt;/span&gt; mins away from failure. Ive got no choice but to go to skool lab wif his thumbdrive and download the files. Took bas service &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;159&lt;/span&gt; to and fro from his house. Once again Im bak at his house wif the files in his thumbdrive and he burn the files into a CD. Im in deep shit coz Im &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;2hrs&lt;/span&gt; off the deadline. Took taxi again to skool (&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Blk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt; S&lt;/span&gt;). During dat journey, I tried to come up wif a perfect reason so dat I could buy my way off from failure. I was feeling super stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the best part. When I reached his office, the lecturer was not there and the whole of my klasmate project was in this paper bag that was hanging at the door knob. Inside contain a note stating, "&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Dear sir, we tried to contact u at &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;5pm&lt;/span&gt; but we get ur voicemail instead. Therefore we left our project here. Sorry for any inconvenience cause&lt;/span&gt;." I slide my project into the bag and felt so relieve coz I could pretend dat I hand up the project together wif my klasmate at &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;5pm&lt;/span&gt;. Its not a bad day after all. Aniwae, thanks to &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Farhan&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;my true buddy&lt;/span&gt;) for burning those stuuff into a CD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slack wif Exco Helmi outside clubroom. 2moro got soccer match - SIT vs SBM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047501-112628462828435742?l=purrfectlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047501/posts/default/112628462828435742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047501/posts/default/112628462828435742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purrfectlife.blogspot.com/2005/09/super-stress.html' title='Super Stress'/><author><name>B.PumPkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17527823365461058351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047501.post-112611304019633416</id><published>2005-09-07T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T12:32:46.299+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Step Forward</title><content type='html'>2moro is &lt;strong&gt;Multimedia Design &amp;amp; Production&lt;/strong&gt; Common Test and Im not well prepared coz I've to compensate my stardying time for werking. My plan to stardy there backfired coz Ive cant concentrate. Wonder if i can still make it for 2moro test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juz now heard my parent conversation abt applying a new hse. Then mom told me&lt;br /&gt;Mom: &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ridzman&lt;/span&gt;, 2moro me and dad are going to apply house&lt;br /&gt;Me: Where?&lt;br /&gt;Mom: Probably &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Sembawang &lt;/span&gt;or &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Woodlands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Me: Sigh then smile&lt;br /&gt;Ive spend &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;19&lt;/span&gt; yrs of my life here and suddenly got flashback of my sweet and sour past, bad and good memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aniwae, I tink Im going to sleep late coz there's still some memorizing to do. Cant wait to get over the stress.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047501-112611304019633416?l=purrfectlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047501/posts/default/112611304019633416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047501/posts/default/112611304019633416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purrfectlife.blogspot.com/2005/09/one-step-forward.html' title='One Step Forward'/><author><name>B.PumPkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17527823365461058351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047501.post-112568873482455951</id><published>2005-09-03T03:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T12:32:46.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;XML&lt;/strong&gt; project completed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;XML&lt;/strong&gt; report not completed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;C++&lt;/strong&gt; project completed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;C++&lt;/strong&gt; report completed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MD&amp;P&lt;/strong&gt; project not completed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MD&amp;amp;P&lt;/strong&gt; report not completed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Entrepreneurship&lt;/strong&gt; ICA3 not completed&lt;br /&gt;Common Test coming real soon&lt;br /&gt;Exams after dat&lt;br /&gt;Payday is dis coming &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;26th Sept&lt;/span&gt; watch movie&lt;br /&gt;Debt is always at the bak of my mind&lt;br /&gt;I want mp3 player&lt;br /&gt;I want branded shirt&lt;br /&gt;I want Levi's jeans&lt;br /&gt;I want laser treatment&lt;br /&gt;I want full denture or braces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tink Im in deep shit. Can someone pls drag me away from this smelly pile. Kinda stress and cannot eat chocolate (&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;ppl say eat too much chocolate and pimple will resurface again&lt;/span&gt;). @$$#! &lt;strong&gt;PROJECT&lt;/strong&gt;. Incinerate project to ashes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047501-112568873482455951?l=purrfectlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047501/posts/default/112568873482455951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047501/posts/default/112568873482455951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purrfectlife.blogspot.com/2005/09/my-thoughts.html' title='My Thoughts'/><author><name>B.PumPkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17527823365461058351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047501.post-112550353708841067</id><published>2005-08-31T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T12:32:46.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drink Drank Drunk</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Microcontroller Application&lt;/strong&gt; was okey. Mostly most of the question are from the "answer paper". Still I make careless mistake coz I didn't read the program code carefully. There goes my marks *&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;flap wings&lt;/span&gt;*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dat, went to watch &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Drink Drank Drunk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; wif &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Xavier&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Calvin(&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;MIT&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Andrew&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Stef&lt;/span&gt; went for the &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;9.30pm&lt;/span&gt; show where else we watched the &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;7.30pm&lt;/span&gt; show. Even though its a chinese movie, its a good movie...farnie and the movie storyline really reflects our relationship dat exist in this world today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A reminder to all SIT Club peeps. On the &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;26 Sept Monday&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Exams Over&lt;/span&gt;), we decided to go watch movie in a &lt;strike&gt;big&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;strong&gt;super big&lt;/strong&gt; group So Please &lt;strong&gt;PLEASE&lt;/strong&gt; make urself free on dat day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047501-112550353708841067?l=purrfectlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047501/posts/default/112550353708841067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047501/posts/default/112550353708841067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purrfectlife.blogspot.com/2005/08/drink-drank-drunk.html' title='Drink Drank Drunk'/><author><name>B.PumPkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17527823365461058351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047501.post-112532629573961534</id><published>2005-08-29T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T12:32:46.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop It</title><content type='html'>Skip Charlie And Chocolate Factory coz not many people are able to go. Die2 by dis Wednesday muz go watch or else I'll waste 2 of my free ticket pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder whether my speech against someone are too extreme dat its hard for em to forgive me. Instead, I receive mockery and cold treatment. Ive learnt a big lesson and dat is to sentence my speech correctly or ppl might interpret the wrong message dat Im trying to convey. I muz make myself very clear to the masses.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047501-112532629573961534?l=purrfectlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047501/posts/default/112532629573961534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047501/posts/default/112532629573961534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purrfectlife.blogspot.com/2005/08/stop-it.html' title='Stop It'/><author><name>B.PumPkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17527823365461058351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047501.post-112515977976990335</id><published>2005-08-27T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T12:32:45.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Maid Again</title><content type='html'>Went to skool coz got the EXCO's interview. After dat went to watch The Maid AGAIN but this time, watch wif Natalie, Cindy, Xavier, Andrew, Kelvin, Tresa, Bob, Me, Chermaine, Benita and Bryan. This time, the show is better coz the females in our group scream damn loud. I was laughing mah ass off and so are the guys. Should watch scary movie wif em more often. After the show ended, just outside the theatre door, I was hoping to scared the crap out of Benita by touching her hair just like in the movie. Her scream have cause eyes to focus on us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dat, we slack at McCafe and guess wat...me and Kelvin scared the crap out of Benita again. Yet again, her scream have successfully captured ppl attn. Really pity her coz she was damn scared and I dont want this prank to go horiibly wrong. To cheer her up, I decided to change target...Natalie. I did the same thingy, brush my hand against her hair. This time round, I somehow manage to scared Chermaine as well. Both screamed at the same time. I tink the patrons of McCafe got really irritated wif our frequent screams. Aniwae, it was fun watching wif em and cant wait for another movie outhings&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047501-112515977976990335?l=purrfectlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047501/posts/default/112515977976990335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047501/posts/default/112515977976990335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purrfectlife.blogspot.com/2005/08/maid-again.html' title='The Maid Again'/><author><name>B.PumPkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17527823365461058351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
