<?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-11022350</id><updated>2011-09-08T23:10:41.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coughing up furballs</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11022350/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11022350/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>PensiveTabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15655859993313786769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>108</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11022350.post-1721081556296057385</id><published>2007-09-24T09:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:52:31.458+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My second Myer-Briggs Test</title><content type='html'>HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slightly different this time round. ^^ Personal comments later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Previously done &lt;a href="http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/2005/12/yet-another-test.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nz6LEmImxNs/RvcWXYK8R0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/1Ux0xCixQgA/s1600-h/Page1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nz6LEmImxNs/RvcWXYK8R0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/1Ux0xCixQgA/s320/Page1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113580492783634242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nz6LEmImxNs/RvcXCoK8R1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/fm18xAVmum4/s1600-h/Page2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nz6LEmImxNs/RvcXCoK8R1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/fm18xAVmum4/s320/Page2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113581235812976466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nz6LEmImxNs/RvcXfIK8R2I/AAAAAAAAAAc/cvavBWc1HOM/s1600-h/Page3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nz6LEmImxNs/RvcXfIK8R2I/AAAAAAAAAAc/cvavBWc1HOM/s320/Page3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113581725439248226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some thoughts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Similar to best frd!&lt;br /&gt;2) I changed from INFP to ENFP. Hee. I view that as a positive change.(Though no longer same as Princess Diana)&lt;br /&gt;3) Doing this tests allow me to see where I am, where I have gone, where I have reached, and what has changed. It breaks down myself for me, to see if I am heading to where I am, to see what needs to be changed, in order to be the me I want to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11022350-1721081556296057385?l=pensivetabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/feeds/1721081556296057385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11022350&amp;postID=1721081556296057385' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11022350/posts/default/1721081556296057385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11022350/posts/default/1721081556296057385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-second-myer-briggs-test.html' title='My second Myer-Briggs Test'/><author><name>PensiveTabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15655859993313786769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nz6LEmImxNs/RvcWXYK8R0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/1Ux0xCixQgA/s72-c/Page1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11022350.post-7927173127561788851</id><published>2007-09-24T09:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T09:11:09.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haha! Same card!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.flarn.com/~warlock/tarot/catpeople/19.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;You are The Sun&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;Happiness, Content, Joy.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;The meanings for the Sun are fairly simple and consistent.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;Young, healthy, new, fresh. The brain is working, things that were muddled come clear, everything falls into place, and everything seems to go your way.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;The Sun is ruled by the Sun, of course. This is the light that comes after the long dark night, Apollo to the Moon's Diana. A positive card, it promises you&amp;nbsp;your&amp;nbsp;day in the sun. Glory, gain, triumph, pleasure, truth, success. As the moon symbolized inspiration from the unconscious, from dreams, this card symbolizes discoveries made fully consciousness and wide awake. You have an understanding and enjoyment of science and math, beautifully constructed music, carefully reasoned philosophy. It is a card of intellect, clarity of mind, and feelings of youthful energy.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Tarot Card are You?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flarn.com/~warlock/tarot" target="_blank"&gt;Take the Test to Find Out.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same results! I go look for the link.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit:&lt;br /&gt;Oops its in my private blog. Hee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11022350-7927173127561788851?l=pensivetabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/feeds/7927173127561788851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11022350&amp;postID=7927173127561788851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11022350/posts/default/7927173127561788851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11022350/posts/default/7927173127561788851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/2007/09/haha-same-card.html' title='Haha! Same card!'/><author><name>PensiveTabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15655859993313786769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11022350.post-3663224045684986380</id><published>2007-07-20T08:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T09:04:54.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wanted to grow old with you.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to see you grow into a handsome young man.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted you beside me when I attain my dreams 10 years later.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted you to sleep beside me everyday.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted you to be happy everyday.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted you to be everything you wanted to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this can no longer be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed your naughty ways.&lt;br /&gt;I missed the playful ways when we play.&lt;br /&gt;I missed your soft coat.&lt;br /&gt;I missed your white mane.&lt;br /&gt;I missed your greetings when I reach home.&lt;br /&gt;I missed cuddling you.&lt;br /&gt;I missed your warm body.&lt;br /&gt;I missed your purring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry that I couldn't protect you.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I wasn't at home to look after you.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry if it was painful.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry that you could have lived longer had I not taken you in.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry that I didn't spend more time with you.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry that you left so early, you should have a longer wonderful life ahead.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I'm so sad that you are no longer around.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry that I cry when I think of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But alas, this is not a dream. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will always hold you beside my heart.&lt;br /&gt;I will always remember you.&lt;br /&gt;I will always love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you so so much.. &lt;br /&gt;I'll gladly give you my 10years just for you to be back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you are in a better place now, &lt;br /&gt;where you have many friends to play with you&lt;br /&gt;where you have unlimited Snappy Tom for your meals&lt;br /&gt;where you have unlimited toys to play with&lt;br /&gt;where you have many flies and birds to chase&lt;br /&gt;where you will be deeply loved&lt;br /&gt;where you will have a soft bed to sleep in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really miss you so so so so very much Felix...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please be with me again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teary-eyed,&lt;br /&gt;Daddy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11022350-3663224045684986380?l=pensivetabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/feeds/3663224045684986380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11022350&amp;postID=3663224045684986380' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11022350/posts/default/3663224045684986380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11022350/posts/default/3663224045684986380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-wanted-to-grow-old-with-you.html' title=''/><author><name>PensiveTabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15655859993313786769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11022350.post-633396453063439933</id><published>2007-07-10T09:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T09:45:31.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a good liar</title><content type='html'>Swiped from my bro's &lt;a href="http://jeshuafreak.blogspot.com"&gt;JF &lt;/a&gt;blog, a little surprised I am too, though I know there are still some things I must work on. Will be there soon. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Too not worry too much about a new job/ assignment. I'm definitely improving, but not really there yet.&lt;br /&gt;2) To go easy on my teasing. Might get too carried away, but I'm more conscious of it now.&lt;br /&gt;3) To be more conscious of what I say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DBD7D2" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your EQ is 167&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ECEAE6"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyoureqquiz/emotions.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50 or less: Thanks for answering honestly. Now get yourself a shrink, quick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51-70: When it comes to understanding human emotions, you'd have better luck understanding Chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71-90: You've got more emotional intelligence than the average frat boy. Barely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;91-110: You're average. It's easy to predict how you'll react to things. But anyone could have guessed that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;111-130: You usually have it going on emotionally, but roadblocks tend to land you on your butt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;131-150: You are remarkable when it comes to relating with others. Only the biggest losers get under your skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;150+: Two possibilities - you've either out "Dr. Phil-ed" Dr. Phil... or you're a dirty liar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyoureqquiz/"&gt;What's Your EQ (Emotional Intelligence Quotient)?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11022350-633396453063439933?l=pensivetabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/feeds/633396453063439933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11022350&amp;postID=633396453063439933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11022350/posts/default/633396453063439933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11022350/posts/default/633396453063439933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/2007/07/im-good-liar_10.html' title='I&apos;m a good liar'/><author><name>PensiveTabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15655859993313786769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11022350.post-8720938869109988555</id><published>2007-06-25T15:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T15:34:12.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow, nice music on 933</title><content type='html'>Hey, trivial post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;circa 3.33pm 25th June 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as with my mood, thoughts and self.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11022350-8720938869109988555?l=pensivetabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/feeds/8720938869109988555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11022350&amp;postID=8720938869109988555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11022350/posts/default/8720938869109988555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11022350/posts/default/8720938869109988555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/2007/06/wow-nice-music-on-933.html' title='Wow, nice music on 933'/><author><name>PensiveTabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15655859993313786769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11022350.post-4839305924356379998</id><published>2007-06-22T10:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T10:48:16.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember Death</title><content type='html'>Got this from &lt;a href="http://thoughtsonphysics.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mr Teck's&lt;/a&gt; blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/D1R-jKKp3NA"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/D1R-jKKp3NA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11022350-4839305924356379998?l=pensivetabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/feeds/4839305924356379998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11022350&amp;postID=4839305924356379998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11022350/posts/default/4839305924356379998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11022350/posts/default/4839305924356379998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/2007/06/remember-death.html' title='Remember Death'/><author><name>PensiveTabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15655859993313786769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11022350.post-7591674769000777074</id><published>2007-06-04T15:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T15:57:52.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random thought #1</title><content type='html'>If some men can wait for their rich fathers to die to get their inheritance, whats wrong with women marry rich men for the same thing?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11022350-7591674769000777074?l=pensivetabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/feeds/7591674769000777074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11022350&amp;postID=7591674769000777074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11022350/posts/default/7591674769000777074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11022350/posts/default/7591674769000777074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/2007/06/random-thought-1.html' title='Random thought #1'/><author><name>PensiveTabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15655859993313786769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11022350.post-1651337273333530440</id><published>2007-06-04T15:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T15:42:10.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend updates</title><content type='html'>The weekend flew right past, a very very tiring weekend I must say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cough is still plaguing me, like the plague(duh). Much better now, but staying off my fav foods and alcohol till I get better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets see, most of the weekend was spent fencing up my windows for my Kitties. Brought them to the vet on Sat to get their shots, where they shouted their lungs out when the doc injected them. I wanted to cry man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then had red bomb dinner at Goodwood Park. Nothing eventful there. I dun feel as touched as I was when I attended Nic's one though. Hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday - Finally completed fencing up the required windows. Sneaked in a bit of laundry, but my house, esp the study room, looks as if a hurricane just passed. Phew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie, time for some photos.. next post&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11022350-1651337273333530440?l=pensivetabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/feeds/1651337273333530440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11022350&amp;postID=1651337273333530440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11022350/posts/default/1651337273333530440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11022350/posts/default/1651337273333530440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/2007/06/weekend-updates.html' title='Weekend updates'/><author><name>PensiveTabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15655859993313786769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11022350.post-7784951295871065871</id><published>2007-06-04T15:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T15:36:24.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not all quotations are good..</title><content type='html'>I read this off my office pantry wall:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;true happiness involves the full use of one's powers and talents. - John W Gardner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I first felt a bit pissed off at this. True happiness is much more innocent than that, and the quote above feels you have to wrestle a behemoth to achieve it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IMO, to be happy, you just have to release yourself, in ways more than 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dun fault Mr Gardner for his quotation, he just have a different take to life than me, thats all right.. But it just shows, not all quotations are good, its just something you pluck out to support/justify/motivate you at certain points in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some1 invariably pops into mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit:&lt;br /&gt;I found the complete quote, sounds a lot better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Storybook happiness involves every form of pleasant thumb-twiddling; true happiness involves the full use of one's powers and talents.&lt;br /&gt;John W. Gardner&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11022350-7784951295871065871?l=pensivetabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/feeds/7784951295871065871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11022350&amp;postID=7784951295871065871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11022350/posts/default/7784951295871065871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11022350/posts/default/7784951295871065871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/2007/06/not-all-quotations-are-good.html' title='Not all quotations are good..'/><author><name>PensiveTabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15655859993313786769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11022350.post-4669090254231286202</id><published>2007-05-30T11:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T15:22:22.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Respect for passion</title><content type='html'>On the cat front, I finally adopted Kelly. A nice lady kitten who's adopting well the almost everything at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Mutts and Mittens yesterday. Met Cohen, who runs the place. Chatted with him some, and learned that he used to be in the FnB industry. From his expression, there seemed to be another interesting story behind that, but for thats another day I guess. What I admire him, is that he can give up everything just to set up Mutts and Mittens, and he genuinely cares about animals. From the following&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The way the talks about the different vets in Singapore, and how and why he brings his animals to his current vets, even though they are much more expensive.&lt;br /&gt;- The way he talks to me, and the questions he asks me before handing Kelly over to me.&lt;br /&gt;- How he talks to students(they were there on a field trip when I was there) about taking care of animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He loves animals, and he walks this passion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing but respect for this guy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11022350-4669090254231286202?l=pensivetabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/feeds/4669090254231286202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11022350&amp;postID=4669090254231286202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11022350/posts/default/4669090254231286202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11022350/posts/default/4669090254231286202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/2007/05/respect-for-passion.html' title='Respect for passion'/><author><name>PensiveTabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15655859993313786769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11022350.post-7803191052467738041</id><published>2007-05-29T11:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T11:28:52.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyone could use some of this</title><content type='html'>http://zenhabits.net/2007/05/handbook-for-life-52-tips-for-happiness-and-productivity/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11022350-7803191052467738041?l=pensivetabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/feeds/7803191052467738041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11022350&amp;postID=7803191052467738041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11022350/posts/default/7803191052467738041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11022350/posts/default/7803191052467738041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/2007/05/everyone-could-use-some-of-this.html' title='Everyone could use some of this'/><author><name>PensiveTabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15655859993313786769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11022350.post-6685230672328405565</id><published>2007-05-29T11:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T11:27:51.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Small inprints</title><content type='html'>Nothing too fanciful or woo-ha or cheem stuff today, just a note of what I did over the past 2 days..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to adopt another kitty, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.catwelfare.org/page/id/27&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viewed the Pearl siblings yesterday, and they were cute, albeit wary(of humans(&lt;br /&gt;- Dark Pearl : Fun loving, innocent kitty. But he's the least good looking one. I have a soft spot for him though. I think he might have worms, so a trip to the vet will be necessary for adoption.&lt;br /&gt;- Grey Pearl : The most handsome of the lot, his coat is prettier than Felix, truth be told. Curious but wary kitty. His character is somewhere between Dark and White Pearl.&lt;br /&gt;- White Pearl : The lady of the lot. The most ferocious and wary of the lot. Poor girl, must have been abused when she was younger. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I'm going down to Mitts and Mittens to take a look at Kelly and Serene. Heard Serene has a strong character.. we shall see. Kelly, on the other hand, is the total opposite of Felix, character wise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I'm leaving it to Jane to make a decision on this one. I believe Felix has a character like mine, so Im letting Jane pick the one who she thinks she'll love more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another front, this week seems to be busy.. hmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mon: Kitten viewing&lt;br /&gt;Tue: Kitten viewing + Pirates!&lt;br /&gt;Wed: Subway Franchisee Briefing(This deserves another post altogether) + Night out?&lt;br /&gt;Thu: PC show starts &lt;br /&gt;Fri: Invitation to party(Very tempted to go, but mabbe frd jio other ppl leow)&lt;br /&gt;Sat: Wedding dinner followed by drinks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to prioritize.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11022350-6685230672328405565?l=pensivetabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/feeds/6685230672328405565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11022350&amp;postID=6685230672328405565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11022350/posts/default/6685230672328405565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11022350/posts/default/6685230672328405565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/2007/05/small-inprints.html' title='Small inprints'/><author><name>PensiveTabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15655859993313786769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11022350.post-7259976275971609105</id><published>2007-05-25T15:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T15:55:13.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Felix</title><content type='html'>Some of you might have known, that I absolutely love my kitten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/173/474132751_bae4ad6e43_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/173/474132751_bae4ad6e43_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, picture looks grainy. Go to my &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/87757820@N00/"&gt;flickr &lt;/a&gt;account to view if interested.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11022350-7259976275971609105?l=pensivetabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/feeds/7259976275971609105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11022350&amp;postID=7259976275971609105' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11022350/posts/default/7259976275971609105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11022350/posts/default/7259976275971609105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-felix.html' title='My Felix'/><author><name>PensiveTabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15655859993313786769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/173/474132751_bae4ad6e43_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11022350.post-4843342295260338112</id><published>2007-05-25T11:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T13:54:41.539+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I have gone daft</title><content type='html'>Lazy Friday Morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, I am reading the usual blogs and I realize many actually have a deep insight of stuff that are going around in this world, and I pause to think, why my thoughts pale in comparison, i.e. they are on a different vector altogether?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I realised, I actually am a deep thinker in the past, when I was wayyy younger. I asked why what how when at most of the things that happen in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere along the line, I realised something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- It is not necessary to let others know what you are thinking. In fact, it is better to appear silly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Life is too complicated already. Why make life harder by imagining the abstract, dreaming the unlikely and analyzing the inevitable? Life is short, play hard, be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Among other things.. which I shall append when I think of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So somewhere along the line, I have grown stupid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, am I happier?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11022350-4843342295260338112?l=pensivetabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/feeds/4843342295260338112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11022350&amp;postID=4843342295260338112' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11022350/posts/default/4843342295260338112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11022350/posts/default/4843342295260338112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-have-gone-daft.html' title='I have gone daft'/><author><name>PensiveTabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15655859993313786769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11022350.post-4932102989517841989</id><published>2007-05-23T10:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T14:00:40.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So far so good</title><content type='html'>Ditto the above..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, some results of a test I got off rainne's blog. Fun test I'd say..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets see how it turns out..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script src="http://personaldna.com/t/?k=hPlpRcUaYbaNaVb-EM-ADAAA-dbc5&amp;t=Advocating+Idealist"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The complete results &lt;a href="http://www.personaldna.com/report.php?k=hPlpRcUaYbaNaVb-EM-ADAAA-dbc5&amp;u=83ec3d0a0f85"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11022350-4932102989517841989?l=pensivetabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/feeds/4932102989517841989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11022350&amp;postID=4932102989517841989' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11022350/posts/default/4932102989517841989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11022350/posts/default/4932102989517841989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/2007/05/so-far-so-good.html' title='So far so good'/><author><name>PensiveTabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15655859993313786769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11022350.post-6458541795077688563</id><published>2007-05-17T15:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T15:46:58.991+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fwah</title><content type='html'>So long since I last posted here, was posting once in a blue moon in a new blog, but as it turned it, its not too user frdly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am. Half guessing most of the ppl who know me forgot about this URL leow. Muahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some updates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) i have a kitten! Felix. Cute. Pics later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) The big 'company' EXX I applied for rejected me on Tue, even though I thought I dint do too bad for the interview. Sienz. Oh well life goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11022350-6458541795077688563?l=pensivetabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/feeds/6458541795077688563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11022350&amp;postID=6458541795077688563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11022350/posts/default/6458541795077688563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11022350/posts/default/6458541795077688563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/2007/05/fwah.html' title='Fwah'/><author><name>PensiveTabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15655859993313786769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11022350.post-2802928808522221458</id><published>2007-05-17T15:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T15:43:20.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Visual DNA</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed allowScriptAccess="never" allowNetworking="internal"  enableJavaScript="false" src="http://dna.imagini.net/friends/swf/widget.swf"  quality="best" bgcolor="#000000" width="340"  height="240" name="widget" align="middle" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"  flashvars="bgcolor=#000000&amp;i1=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-183DE488.jpeg&amp;c1=&amp;i2=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_1D1068AF.jpeg&amp;c2=&amp;i3=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-2B750FCD.jpeg&amp;c3=&amp;i4=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-124DD1E.jpeg&amp;c4=&amp;i5=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-7C115110.jpeg&amp;c5=&amp;i6=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-3A16A102.jpeg&amp;c6=&amp;i7=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-62450FCE.jpeg&amp;c7=Mmm.. women and wine&amp;i8=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_42E67A46.jpeg&amp;c8=&amp;i9=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_631B702E.jpeg&amp;c9=&amp;i10=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-79837A73.jpeg&amp;c10=&amp;i11=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-1121B912.jpeg&amp;c11=&amp;i12=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-31AF758B.jpeg&amp;c12=&amp;i13=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_4F9C0EDC.jpeg&amp;c13=&amp;moodlabel=SOFISTICAT&amp;lovelabel=PART TIME LOVER&amp;funlabel=ESCAPE ARTIST&amp;habitslabel=HIGH TIME ROLLER&amp;uid=509591-6b71&amp;srv=iwebhd3" &gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;div style="text-align:center; width:340px;height:25px;margin-top:0px; border-top:1px solid rgb(150,150,150);background-color:rgb(0,0,0);padding:5px 0 0 0; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://networking.imagini.blueorange.co.uk/vdna.php?uid=509591-6b71&amp;srv=iwebhd3" style="color:rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;Read my VisualDNA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10px;color:#cccccc"&gt;&amp;trade;&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;a href="http://imagini.net/" style="color:rgb(255,255,255) "&gt;Get your own VisualDNA&amp;trade;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11022350-2802928808522221458?l=pensivetabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/feeds/2802928808522221458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11022350&amp;postID=2802928808522221458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11022350/posts/default/2802928808522221458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11022350/posts/default/2802928808522221458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-visual-dna.html' title='My Visual DNA'/><author><name>PensiveTabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15655859993313786769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11022350.post-113445452193216221</id><published>2005-12-13T14:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T14:17:24.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Raise Me Up - Josh Groban</title><content type='html'>My theme song(aka Ally McBeal) last night, and so happened that I just heard it over the radio. Another one of my favs, but I really prefer Josh's version to Westlife's..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===========================&lt;br /&gt;When I am down and, oh my soul, so weary;&lt;br /&gt;When troubles come and my heart burdened be;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I am still and wait here in the silence,&lt;br /&gt;Until you come and sit awhile with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains;&lt;br /&gt;You raise me up, to walk on stormy seas;&lt;br /&gt;I am strong, when I am on your shoulders;&lt;br /&gt;You raise me up: To more than I can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains;&lt;br /&gt;You raise me up, to walk on stormy seas;&lt;br /&gt;I am strong, when I am on your shoulders;&lt;br /&gt;You raise me up: To more than I can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no life - no life without its hunger;&lt;br /&gt;Each restless heart beats so imperfectly;&lt;br /&gt;But when you come and I am filled with wonder,&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I think I glimpse eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains;&lt;br /&gt;You raise me up, to walk on stormy seas;&lt;br /&gt;I am strong, when I am on your shoulders;&lt;br /&gt;You raise me up: To more than I can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains;&lt;br /&gt;You raise me up, to walk on stormy seas;&lt;br /&gt;I am strong, when I am on your shoulders;&lt;br /&gt;=============================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, whenever I hear this song, I think of my mommy dearest..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You raise me up: To more than I can be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11022350-113445452193216221?l=pensivetabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/feeds/113445452193216221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11022350&amp;postID=113445452193216221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11022350/posts/default/113445452193216221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11022350/posts/default/113445452193216221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/2005/12/you-raise-me-up-josh-groban.html' title='You Raise Me Up - Josh Groban'/><author><name>PensiveTabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15655859993313786769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11022350.post-113409673721382407</id><published>2005-12-09T10:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T10:55:48.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yet another test</title><content type='html'>Came across &lt;a href="http://www.humanmetrics.com/cgi-win/JTypes2.asp"&gt;this personality test&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://polar_bears.blogspot.com/"&gt;polar bear&lt;/a&gt;. Apparently gives us the Myer-Briggs profile. I did it on this cold Friday morning, and here goes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See &lt;a href="http://www.murraystate.edu/secsv/fye/m-b.htm"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; to get a more detailed profile of the type that you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Result:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Your Type is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(208, 0, 160);font-size:85%;" &gt; INFP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;table border="0" cellpadding="3" cellspacing="0" width="50%"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr align="center"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(208, 0, 160);"&gt;Introverted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(208, 0, 160);"&gt;Intuitive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(208, 0, 160);"&gt;Feeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(208, 0, 160);"&gt;Perceiving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr align="center"&gt; &lt;td colspan="4"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;Strength of the preferences %&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr align="center"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(208, 0, 160);"&gt;22&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(208, 0, 160);"&gt;38&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(208, 0, 160);"&gt;62&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(208, 0, 160);"&gt;11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt; &lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://keirsey.com/personality/nfip.html"&gt;INFP type description by D.Keirsey&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://typelogic.com/infp.html"&gt;INFP type description by J. Butt&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Qualitative analysis of your type formula&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are: &lt;ul&gt; &lt;li&gt;slightly expressed introvert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;moderately expressed intuitive personality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;distinctively expressed feeling personality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;slightly expressed perceiving personality&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; Some excerpts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;INFP &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;Introverted Intuition with Feeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      &lt;hr /&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;       &lt;/b&gt;        &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;People with INFJ preferences have a great deal of warmth, but may not show it until they know a person well. They keep their warm side inside, like a fur-lined coat. They are very faithful to duties and obligations related to ideas or people they care about. They take a very personal approach to life, judging everything by their inner ideals and personal values.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;They stick to their ideals with passionate conviction. Although their inner loyalties and ideals govern their lives, they find these hard to talk about. Although their inner loyalties and ideals govern their lives, they find these hard to talk about. Their deepest feelings are seldom expressed; their inner tenderness is masked by a quiet reserve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;In everyday matters they are tolerant, open-minded, understanding, flexible, and adaptable. But if their inner loyalties are threatened, they will not give an inch. Except for their work's sake, INFP have little wish to impress or dominate. The people they prize the most are those who take the time to understand their values and the goals they are working toward.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Their main interest lies in seeing the possibilities beyond what is present, obvious, or known. They are twice as good when working at a job they believe in, since their feeling puts added energy behind their efforts. They want their work to contribute to something that matters to them--human understanding, happiness, or health. They want to have a purpose beyond their paycheck, no matter how big the check. They are perfectionists whenever they care deeply about something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;INFPs are curious about new ideas and tend to have insight and long-range vision. Many are interested in books and language and are likely to have a gift of expression; with talent they may be excellent writers. They can be ingenious and persuasive on the subject of their enthusiasms, which are quiet but deep-rooted. They are often attracted to counseling, teaching, literature, art, science, or psychology.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The problem for some INFPs is that they may feel such a contrast between their ideals and their actual accomplishments that they burden themselves with a sense of inadequacy. This can happen even when, objectively, they are being as effective as others. It is important for them to use their intuition to find ways to express their ideals; otherwise they will keep dreaming of the impossible and accomplish very little. If they find no channel for expressing their ideals, INFPs may become overly sensitive and vulnerable, with dwindling confidence in life and themselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh, Princess Diana was an INFP as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11022350-113409673721382407?l=pensivetabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/feeds/113409673721382407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11022350&amp;postID=113409673721382407' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11022350/posts/default/113409673721382407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11022350/posts/default/113409673721382407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/2005/12/yet-another-test.html' title='Yet another test'/><author><name>PensiveTabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15655859993313786769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11022350.post-113342730082338729</id><published>2005-12-01T16:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T16:55:00.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiz Results</title><content type='html'>Bored at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did some blog surfing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came across this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;table border="1" width="450"&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+2;"&gt;Intelligence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intelligence is most important in a boyfriend/girlfriend.  You like to be able to talk about everything that is on your mind, and if your partner can't keep up, well, you know.  You are very attracted to someone who can challenge you, and make you see things in a whole new way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/result_images/bfgf_piechart-0-3-5-2-4.jpg" alt="Perfect BF/GF Piechart - QuizGalaxy.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/quiz.php?id=57"&gt;Take this quiz&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com"&gt;QuizGalaxy.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11022350-113342730082338729?l=pensivetabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/feeds/113342730082338729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11022350&amp;postID=113342730082338729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11022350/posts/default/113342730082338729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11022350/posts/default/113342730082338729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/2005/12/quiz-results.html' title='Quiz Results'/><author><name>PensiveTabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15655859993313786769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11022350.post-113109013640388773</id><published>2005-11-04T15:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T15:42:16.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll stand by you - Pretenders</title><content type='html'>Oh, why you look so sad?&lt;br /&gt;Tears are in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Come on and come to me now&lt;br /&gt;Don’t be ashamed to cry&lt;br /&gt;Let me see you through&lt;br /&gt;’cause I’ve seen the dark side too&lt;br /&gt;When the night falls on you&lt;br /&gt;You don’t know what to do&lt;br /&gt;Nothing you confess&lt;br /&gt;Could make me love you less&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll stand by you&lt;br /&gt;I’ll stand by you&lt;br /&gt;Won’t let nobody hurt you&lt;br /&gt;I’ll stand by you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you’re mad, get mad&lt;br /&gt;Don’t hold it all inside&lt;br /&gt;Come on and talk to me now&lt;br /&gt;Hey, what you got to hide?&lt;br /&gt;I get angry too&lt;br /&gt;Well I’m a lot like you&lt;br /&gt;When you’re standing at the crossroads&lt;br /&gt;And don’t know which path to choose&lt;br /&gt;Let me come along&lt;br /&gt;’cause even if you’re wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll stand by you&lt;br /&gt;I’ll stand by you&lt;br /&gt;Won’t let nobody hurt you&lt;br /&gt;I’ll stand by you&lt;br /&gt;Take me in, into your darkest hour&lt;br /&gt;And I’ll never desert you&lt;br /&gt;I’ll stand by you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when...&lt;br /&gt;When the night falls on you, baby&lt;br /&gt;You’re feeling all alone&lt;br /&gt;You won’t be on your own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll stand by you&lt;br /&gt;I’ll stand by you&lt;br /&gt;Won’t let nobody hurt you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll stand by you&lt;br /&gt;Take me in, into your darkest hour&lt;br /&gt;And I’ll never desert you&lt;br /&gt;I’ll stand by you&lt;br /&gt;I’ll stand by you&lt;br /&gt;Won’t let nobody hurt you&lt;br /&gt;I’ll stand by you&lt;br /&gt;Won’t let nobody hurt you&lt;br /&gt;I’ll stand by you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11022350-113109013640388773?l=pensivetabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/feeds/113109013640388773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11022350&amp;postID=113109013640388773' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11022350/posts/default/113109013640388773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11022350/posts/default/113109013640388773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/2005/11/ill-stand-by-you-pretenders.html' title='I&apos;ll stand by you - Pretenders'/><author><name>PensiveTabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15655859993313786769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11022350.post-113090828907282327</id><published>2005-11-02T13:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T13:11:29.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No lunch for me today!</title><content type='html'>Dint grab lunch today, all my kakis are on leave today..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And cant balance my accounts, so lost track of time..*.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thing is, I have a packet of sugar encrusted gingerbread on my desk, I wonder if they have gone bad. Hm. Cos sugar = white, mould = white also rite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would love to take a picture, but dam lazy, and the bluetooth sync btw my PC and HP doesnt seem to work. Seesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, shall take one nevertheless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11022350-113090828907282327?l=pensivetabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/feeds/113090828907282327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11022350&amp;postID=113090828907282327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11022350/posts/default/113090828907282327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11022350/posts/default/113090828907282327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/2005/11/no-lunch-for-me-today.html' title='No lunch for me today!'/><author><name>PensiveTabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15655859993313786769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11022350.post-113084584693670067</id><published>2005-11-01T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T19:50:46.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deparwali</title><content type='html'>Deparwali today,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nice little week. Holiday-&gt;work-&gt;holiday-&gt;work-&gt;holiday again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes everyday of the week seems like Friday! Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching CSI and relaxing at home today. Finished "Da Vinci Code" a couple of days back, and am long overdue on the "five people you meet in heaven". I know, I bet you guys must have finished reading these 2 books a loong time ago, but hey, better later than never right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for accounts tomorrow! And meanwhile, its nightime! Time to look for some elves to work for me again. Hee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11022350-113084584693670067?l=pensivetabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/feeds/113084584693670067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11022350&amp;postID=113084584693670067' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11022350/posts/default/113084584693670067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11022350/posts/default/113084584693670067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/2005/11/deparwali.html' title='Deparwali'/><author><name>PensiveTabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15655859993313786769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11022350.post-113073833349359232</id><published>2005-10-31T13:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T13:58:53.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween Party - the arftermath</title><content type='html'>So many things on my mind, but not yet able to write it all down.. so a short one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in summary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT WAS DAMMMM FUN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had great fun with the gang, namely brudders JF, Young and Keith. Not to mention FEY!! and PAIKIA!!  woot woot!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But nice to meet so many ppl, namely Ping, Mandrake(u rock!), UMB, Cowboy, LMD, SassyJan, ScarletTing, Naeboo, etc.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Havent drank that much, and had so much fun in a loong time. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11022350-113073833349359232?l=pensivetabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/feeds/113073833349359232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11022350&amp;postID=113073833349359232' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11022350/posts/default/113073833349359232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11022350/posts/default/113073833349359232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/2005/10/halloween-party-arftermath.html' title='Halloween Party - the arftermath'/><author><name>PensiveTabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15655859993313786769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11022350.post-113047638984484777</id><published>2005-10-28T13:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T13:13:09.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hugs</title><content type='html'>Hi all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Special thanks for dropped by in the previous entry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I let go, I stop being affected by whatever you were holding on. So, whatever will be will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest assured that I'm all right! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you guys this Sunday! Still trying to get Jane to go. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11022350-113047638984484777?l=pensivetabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/feeds/113047638984484777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11022350&amp;postID=113047638984484777' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11022350/posts/default/113047638984484777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11022350/posts/default/113047638984484777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/2005/10/hugs.html' title='Hugs'/><author><name>PensiveTabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15655859993313786769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11022350.post-113039575901171766</id><published>2005-10-27T14:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T14:49:19.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disappointment</title><content type='html'>Dam disappointed I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;可惜了些。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this is the time to let go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11022350-113039575901171766?l=pensivetabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/feeds/113039575901171766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11022350&amp;postID=113039575901171766' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11022350/posts/default/113039575901171766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11022350/posts/default/113039575901171766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/2005/10/disappointment.html' title='Disappointment'/><author><name>PensiveTabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15655859993313786769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11022350.post-113013948822304917</id><published>2005-10-24T15:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T15:38:08.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weather</title><content type='html'>Clouds block the sun, though it is not seen, cant it still be felt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun still shines, and provides warmth, if it is still required.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11022350-113013948822304917?l=pensivetabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/feeds/113013948822304917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11022350&amp;postID=113013948822304917' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11022350/posts/default/113013948822304917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11022350/posts/default/113013948822304917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/2005/10/weather.html' title='Weather'/><author><name>PensiveTabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15655859993313786769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11022350.post-113012265323049285</id><published>2005-10-24T10:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T10:57:33.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The se7en</title><content type='html'>Dunno who started one..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but my first time doing meme, &lt;s&gt; no &lt;/s&gt; thanks to the lovely &lt;a href="http://www.serendipity-0215.blogspot.com/"&gt;serendipity.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) If given a choice to decide your birth, where would you choose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I wouldnt change. I'd still want to be have Mummy and Daddy as my parents&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) If given a choice to meet your 1st friend who will be with you for a lifetime, where will it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Since the friend will be with me for a lifetime, I'd prefer to meet him/her as early as possible. Say kindergarten.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;3) If there's a flight accident &amp; you end up lost somewhere, at the end of the day where you hope u are at?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I hope to be somewhere where I can survive till help arrives.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Where you hope you met your 1st love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I'd prefer a chance meeting. So anywhere will do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Where would you want to have your wedding?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Maldives. The beautiful beach, the clear blue sea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Where do you hope to enjoy life when you retire?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Somwhere safe, peaceful and near the countryside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Everyone will die sooner or later. So given a choice to decide your deathplace, where will you choose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I wanna die peacefully at home. Wherever that will be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11022350-113012265323049285?l=pensivetabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/feeds/113012265323049285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11022350&amp;postID=113012265323049285' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11022350/posts/default/113012265323049285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11022350/posts/default/113012265323049285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/2005/10/se7en.html' title='The se7en'/><author><name>PensiveTabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15655859993313786769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11022350.post-112982356976890597</id><published>2005-10-20T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T23:52:49.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A leap of faith</title><content type='html'>I took a GIGANTIC leap of faith today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I'm right, as I have been right till now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faith I supposed, I must have.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11022350-112982356976890597?l=pensivetabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/feeds/112982356976890597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11022350&amp;postID=112982356976890597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11022350/posts/default/112982356976890597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11022350/posts/default/112982356976890597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/2005/10/leap-of-faith.html' title='A leap of faith'/><author><name>PensiveTabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15655859993313786769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11022350.post-112978490875056850</id><published>2005-10-20T13:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T13:08:28.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dum Dee Dum</title><content type='html'>Kena reminded 2x last night, that I havent been updating my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been so busy at work today trying to solve a problem that keeps eluding me, but finally i think today it has been solved, so I can take a breather now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been out of touch with the bar and my emails of late.. so must do some serious catching up soon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Planning a short trip next mth.. wanted to go to Club Med Bintan, but its a little pricey :p so still looking around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent 2 hours looking for opportunities last night, but cant even find 1. *faints*. Haha, but still spent my time productively, so all is not lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Japanese dinner with Seren and the gang tonight, must go back early to practice dance steps, and I certainly hope they arent as expensive as Akashi! :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11022350-112978490875056850?l=pensivetabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/feeds/112978490875056850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11022350&amp;postID=112978490875056850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11022350/posts/default/112978490875056850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11022350/posts/default/112978490875056850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/2005/10/dum-dee-dum.html' title='Dum Dee Dum'/><author><name>PensiveTabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15655859993313786769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11022350.post-112899258602589347</id><published>2005-10-11T08:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T16:20:59.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates</title><content type='html'>Friday - Salsa Class/Dbl 0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was quite fun, I dare say I quite enjoyed myself. Every1 was right, it does get better when you relax. For the first lesson, danced in quite close proximity with some of my new classmates, and I'm spending half the time to make sure I dont step on their toes. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adjourned to Dbl 0 for clubbing later. JW went with me. I think he had a real eye opener. Hurhur. Music was more to my liking compared to Zouk, but Zouk's babes were prettier..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;====================================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Organised a dinner followed by a KTV session at Partyworld last Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner was a blast, with No2Handsome, No2slack, JF, YounG, Frenie, CG, wifey and myself, to some zhi-char at Simpang Bedok. I thought the food was quite good, just hope the rest of the peeps dint find it too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Followed by Shenton Way KTV later, I always thought it was some sleazy KTV place, turned out that I was half right, cos they were just beside each other. Must thank all my friends who so 'give face', for turning up. :) I thought it was quite fun. Missy couldnt join us though, she had something important to handle. Well, I guess there's always a next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My post seems dark, cos has been fustrated for the past 2 days, and that saps most of my +ve energy away. So, not quite cheery.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11022350-112899258602589347?l=pensivetabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/feeds/112899258602589347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11022350&amp;postID=112899258602589347' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11022350/posts/default/112899258602589347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11022350/posts/default/112899258602589347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/2005/10/updates.html' title='Updates'/><author><name>PensiveTabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15655859993313786769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11022350.post-112852496852456591</id><published>2005-10-05T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T23:09:28.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a little lost</title><content type='html'>A litte lost this week, seems like everything looks funny, people seem different, PT himself seems weird..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a different note altogether, just had lunch with 3 flies today.. somehow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;,,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, salsa lessons this friday. DarkElfin told me to just relax and go with the flow. Hope he's right. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11022350-112852496852456591?l=pensivetabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/feeds/112852496852456591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11022350&amp;postID=112852496852456591' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11022350/posts/default/112852496852456591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11022350/posts/default/112852496852456591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/2005/10/im-little-lost.html' title='I&apos;m a little lost'/><author><name>PensiveTabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15655859993313786769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11022350.post-112838567919592628</id><published>2005-10-04T08:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T08:27:59.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The little things in life</title><content type='html'>I saw a rainbow this morning in my side mirror while I was driving wifey to work this morning! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels like the rainbow is Nature's way of smiling at me, haha, might sound silly, but I actually believe that Mother Nature is a being with emotions as well, and through the little things around us, we see her beautiful, cute, wonderful, angry, depressed sides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a different note altogether, I knocked myself out very early last night. I realised a lack of sleep really changes me. I become&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - slow + lerthagic&lt;br /&gt; - uninterested&lt;br /&gt; - unmotivated&lt;br /&gt; - stupid&lt;br /&gt; - overly sensitive&lt;br /&gt; - touchy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I dont like this me at all. Hmm. But I'm quite awake this morning. Heehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had funny thoughts in between my sleep last night. Morale of the story is not to have a heavy dinner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11022350-112838567919592628?l=pensivetabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/feeds/112838567919592628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11022350&amp;postID=112838567919592628' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11022350/posts/default/112838567919592628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11022350/posts/default/112838567919592628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/2005/10/little-things-in-life.html' title='The little things in life'/><author><name>PensiveTabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15655859993313786769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11022350.post-112838644982121596</id><published>2005-10-02T08:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T08:40:49.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A diary of events for the past 2 days..</title><content type='html'>I met some of wifey's A level friends during a wedding dinner in JB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the dinner, my wifey told me the brightest minds in the whole of Malaysia were at that table. To me, they seemed ordinary enough. I managed to strike up a conversation with 2 of them. Hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highlight of the night was, the food dint taste so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good friend of mine, whom I had known for a decade, told me, that he decided to stop reading my blog. When I asked further, he mentioned that as he read more, he realised he knew less and less of me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or is this the real me? Or is this just another mask I put on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this is another part of my personality, which has been dormant for the longest time, emerging from its coccoon, and I welcome this side of me with open arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So JW, if you are reading this, I am still the one which you have know all these years. I am still me, my character is as what you have seen, what you know over these years, and its unlikely that will change. However, the PT which you have known for the past ten yrs is slowly evolving, so I hope you'll understand, that no matter what I evolve into, I am still me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In another seperate incident, I was disappointed by a friend, who texted me out of the blue, which I happily replied, as it has been the longest time since I last heard from her. But in the end, in turned out that she only wanted to know if my wife is expecting. Disappointment. Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11022350-112838644982121596?l=pensivetabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/feeds/112838644982121596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11022350&amp;postID=112838644982121596' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11022350/posts/default/112838644982121596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11022350/posts/default/112838644982121596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/2005/10/diary-of-events-for-past-2-days.html' title='A diary of events for the past 2 days..'/><author><name>PensiveTabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15655859993313786769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11022350.post-112787033488420525</id><published>2005-09-28T09:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T09:18:54.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cute little ones near my office</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.flickr.com/photo_zoom.gne?id=47281096&amp;size=s"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.flickr.com/photo_zoom.gne?id=47281096&amp;size=s" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/27/47281095_239a608c6a_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/27/47281095_239a608c6a_m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was rushing home yesterday, when I finally got to take a picture of him(or her)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So happy, I seldom see them nowadays, and it really warms my heart to see 1. Let alone take a picture of 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/32/47281096_2c66ff7410_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/32/47281096_2c66ff7410_m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This morning, managed to take a picture of this parrot. There were a few up in the tree, wonder where they came from, its the second time I've seen them. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First time posting pictures, hope they turn out nice. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11022350-112787033488420525?l=pensivetabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/feeds/112787033488420525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11022350&amp;postID=112787033488420525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11022350/posts/default/112787033488420525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11022350/posts/default/112787033488420525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/2005/09/cute-little-ones-near-my-office.html' title='Cute little ones near my office'/><author><name>PensiveTabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15655859993313786769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11022350.post-112786864944706684</id><published>2005-09-28T08:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T09:19:38.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Touched by a teacher</title><content type='html'>I'm very touched after reading this entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://myplaypen.blogspot.com/2005/09/you-are-that-guy.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sweet...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11022350-112786864944706684?l=pensivetabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/feeds/112786864944706684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11022350&amp;postID=112786864944706684' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11022350/posts/default/112786864944706684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11022350/posts/default/112786864944706684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/2005/09/touched-by-teacher.html' title='Touched by a teacher'/><author><name>PensiveTabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15655859993313786769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11022350.post-112774624054451517</id><published>2005-09-26T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T22:55:14.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Excerpts - I</title><content type='html'>Quote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;perhaps what we call the future has already happened, and only because our view is limited that we fail to see it. Perhaps that is why some people can 'read' it as easily as the light of a star which has been extinct for centauries.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps the secret lies in breaking away from the dimension of time - time as we normally conceive it, made up of years, hours, seconds.&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- by &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tiziano Terzani&lt;/span&gt;, A Fortune-Teller Told Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting concept, which many have known but fail to see it in another light. A star which becomes extinct is not apparent to us, as the light from the extinct star takes time to reach us, before we know it has been extinct. But the star has already become extinct(the future) by the time we see it(the present).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am reading the above book now, which is very intellectually stimulating. It talks of the author, who was warned by a fortune teller, not to travel by plane in year 2003. And he didnt, instead travelling by road, trains and cars. And he gives a very different insight on the things he sees, and experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be doing a great dis-service if I were to speed read through this one..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11022350-112774624054451517?l=pensivetabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/feeds/112774624054451517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11022350&amp;postID=112774624054451517' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11022350/posts/default/112774624054451517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11022350/posts/default/112774624054451517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/2005/09/excerpts-i.html' title='Excerpts - I'/><author><name>PensiveTabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15655859993313786769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11022350.post-112765771375198326</id><published>2005-09-25T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T22:15:13.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Virgin KTV go-er</title><content type='html'>Ooohh.. back from KTV @ Kbox with the usual gang, my virgin time some more *blush*. Went there today with wifey, so I was more reserved than usual.. whahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had some fun singing "Ben Xiao Hai" with YounG and Duck, almost brought down the house. Wahahaha.. Then sang a duet with wifey(Rooftop).. haha, very paisay, cos i dunno what voice to use mah. Should I use the more natural but 'rough' voice or the not so natural but smoother voice. Must go down 1 day with a smaller crowd to 'shi4 yin1'. Wahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually know a lot of songs, which Winter noticed, and chided me,'Eh? u know the songs, why dont u sing?" Ehh, for the reason, refer to the previous paragraph. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duck dam sporting though, belted out some canto songs with gr8 style. Wahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YounG has to be the king of ballads. wahahahaha. I wonder how many girls he has serenaded before... hmmmmmmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ladies in general had good voices. That Missy bluff me, saying she dint know how to sing when her voice turned out to be quite sweeet. Ahbish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pity I had to leave earlier, cos there were some stuff in the house left undone. Wanted to join them for dinner/supper after that, but Winter told me they extended it to 11 when i called her around 9. So they should be still singing as I am typing this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slightly disappointed, but I shall join them next time round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had great fun, but unfortunately, no cameras were allowed. Some of them shy mah. Heehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice KTV outing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Next time i shall whore the mic! Duncare liaoz! hiak hiak hiak...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11022350-112765771375198326?l=pensivetabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/feeds/112765771375198326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11022350&amp;postID=112765771375198326' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11022350/posts/default/112765771375198326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11022350/posts/default/112765771375198326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/2005/09/virgin-ktv-go-er.html' title='Virgin KTV go-er'/><author><name>PensiveTabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15655859993313786769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11022350.post-112750261044246976</id><published>2005-09-24T02:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T03:10:10.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My first trip to Oasis</title><content type='html'>Woo, finally introduced to Oasis, the board games place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went down with the usual barflies,  and then some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about the place first, actually quite different from what I had expected, actually thot it would be a nice cosy enclosed area on the first floor, but turned out to be a open air area on the ground floor. But the owners were nice and friendly, and we settled down pretty soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Games wise, wasnt what I initially had in mind tho, but it was still quite fun nevertheless.  The fun lay in all the screaming and commotion we created, so much so that the rest of the ppl there were sttaring at us. Wahaha. A bit paisay, but, we are but young once. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Managed to see C.Phoenix finally. Hahaha. I think a lot of peeps were surprised to see her, given her intent to stay anonymous.  First time I met Frenie too.. :) Hi frenie! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a short while, Sunshine and a big sized guy arrived! (I initially thought that was his bf. wahaha). What a pleasant surprise to see her, as initially thought she wasnt coming since she's stuck in her office. But it turned out that MG(the big sized guy) went over to fetch her down. Dint manage to talk much to her though, cos there were simply too many ppl around..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this outing has given me an opportunity to know more about some ppl, whom I have met, but have not actually 'interacted' much with. They include Winter, frenie, CP and duck. Managed to see another side of Winter and duck. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised Missy is still the same as I thought she would be, so adorable. Haha. :) She makes me laugh most of the time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YounG and Nad came later. I like YounG. He gives me good vibes more often than not, and he's one interesting guy.. Hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast fwd a bit, we celebrated Winter's bday with a cake! The gals are shunned the cake, so i had to eat more, have to give the bday girl face mah.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few rounds of chao ji mi ma after that, we left for home. Very tired you know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today I felt a little weird, cos there was something bothering me that I tried to ignore, but the bottomline is, i enjoyed myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in the car, our conversation steered to the contents of one's blog.  Breached the topic of what should one post and what one shouldnt? hmm.. what is considered too personal? You never know who's reading your blog.. hmm.. I'll need to reflect on this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Related to this, I'm going to shift some posts over to blogsome, as they are some posts which i need to paassword protect..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, time is runing, i better catch my beauty sleep. I have a game in 6 hrs time! :p Hee Hee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11022350-112750261044246976?l=pensivetabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/feeds/112750261044246976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11022350&amp;postID=112750261044246976' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11022350/posts/default/112750261044246976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11022350/posts/default/112750261044246976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/2005/09/my-first-trip-to-oasis.html' title='My first trip to Oasis'/><author><name>PensiveTabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15655859993313786769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11022350.post-112745442365559659</id><published>2005-09-23T13:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T08:06:49.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am</title><content type='html'>I was the baby who caused my mum to go into difficult labour for hours.&lt;br /&gt;I was the baby which nearly costed my mum's life.&lt;br /&gt;I was the boy, who almost died when he kicked a piece of machinery which fell on his head.&lt;br /&gt;I was the boy, with 7 stitches on my forehead.&lt;br /&gt;I was the boy, who cried when mum was late picking him up from kindergarten.&lt;br /&gt;I was the boy, who walked to Parkway Parade because he dint know how to take buses.&lt;br /&gt;I was the boy, who stole and got caught.&lt;br /&gt;I was the boy who got electrocuted by the fridge.&lt;br /&gt;I was the boy, who loved Sammy, my first cat.&lt;br /&gt;I was the boy, who led a simple life, catching fish in a nearby drain.&lt;br /&gt;I was the teenager who despite getting 7 distinctions in O levels, got only 1 A1.&lt;br /&gt;I was the teenager who was an ugly duckling.&lt;br /&gt;I was the tennager who was Asst Head Prefect.&lt;br /&gt;I was the teenager who was too shy to woo any girl.&lt;br /&gt;I was the teenager who almost lost my life in a school camp.&lt;br /&gt;I was the teenager who gave up a prestigious scholarship for the sake of Mum.&lt;br /&gt;I am the son who loves my mum very very much.&lt;br /&gt;I am the husband who wants my wife to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;I am the husband who promises to let my wife lead a better life.&lt;br /&gt;I am the man, who is kind to animals.&lt;br /&gt;I am the man who is a romantic at heart.&lt;br /&gt;I am the man with big dreams.&lt;br /&gt;I am the man who wants to constantly seek new knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;I am the man, who has great determination.&lt;br /&gt;I am the man, who trades options.&lt;br /&gt;I am the man who feels undervalued.&lt;br /&gt;I am the man who is seeking someone to see his potential.&lt;br /&gt;I am the man who has a goal to reach.&lt;br /&gt;I will be the man who will reach that goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the blogger called PT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was, therefore I am.&lt;br /&gt;I think, therefore I will be.(edited)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11022350-112745442365559659?l=pensivetabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/feeds/112745442365559659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11022350&amp;postID=112745442365559659' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11022350/posts/default/112745442365559659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11022350/posts/default/112745442365559659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-am.html' title='I am'/><author><name>PensiveTabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15655859993313786769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11022350.post-112737496026625191</id><published>2005-09-22T14:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T15:43:58.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A trip down the cold corridors</title><content type='html'>I dread walking down those hallways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So cold.&lt;br /&gt;So lonely.&lt;br /&gt;So quiet.&lt;br /&gt;So sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a apt prelude to the destination...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The destination:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears.&lt;br /&gt;Helplessness.&lt;br /&gt;Consolation.&lt;br /&gt;Pain.&lt;br /&gt;Suffering.&lt;br /&gt;Grief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=========================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dread going to hospitals. My last visit there, was to check for an abnormality, which thankfully is missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to think to think I'm strong mentally, but today I falter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend's dad, is in critical condition. I regard her dad as my friend too, as he has helped me several times, and is a good man. And it pains me to know he is suffering like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind draws a blank. I dont know how to feel when I see Uncle, who's in a coma. I dont know what to say when I see Auntie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I saw Auntie sitting outside the ward. Her face is wrought with grief, and sadness, and the lack of rest is evident of her pale cheeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got the donation form for platelets, and proceeded to their Blood Donation Centre. A cold and quiet place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the Blood Donation Bank, my fears of needles started acting up. I must have been very pale then. I dint dare to look at the nurse, when she inserted 2 needles into me(ouch). The process, albeit rather painless, was quite scary for me. Tried to do some long overdue reading, and time passed quicky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelvin, if you are reading this, thanks for coming down to give me morale support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I left, it was raining.. Are the heavens sad as well??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Socks, if you ever read this, I just wanna tell you that, I hope Uncle will really pull thru this time. I dunno what to say to you, I dunno how to comfort you. I just know you must feel terrible inside, and I hope the sun is just behind the clouds. Take care. Be strong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11022350-112737496026625191?l=pensivetabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/feeds/112737496026625191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11022350&amp;postID=112737496026625191' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11022350/posts/default/112737496026625191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11022350/posts/default/112737496026625191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/2005/09/trip-down-cold-corridors.html' title='A trip down the cold corridors'/><author><name>PensiveTabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15655859993313786769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11022350.post-112735085042984579</id><published>2005-09-22T08:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T09:00:50.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A war</title><content type='html'>Huge battles are fought on many fronts simultaneously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurt, pain, anguish, remorse, exasperation aplenty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11022350-112735085042984579?l=pensivetabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/feeds/112735085042984579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11022350&amp;postID=112735085042984579' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11022350/posts/default/112735085042984579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11022350/posts/default/112735085042984579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/2005/09/war.html' title='A war'/><author><name>PensiveTabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15655859993313786769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11022350.post-112723071955597514</id><published>2005-09-20T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T23:38:39.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recap of events</title><content type='html'>I wonder why I'm sacrificing my beauty sleep to be up doing this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did lunch with KM, CG and sunny Sunshine at Carl's Junior. Burgers were humungous, but I wasnt complaining cos I was starved by lunch time. I wolfed down the burger, and realised that, wow, it really fills(it'd better be considering it can buy me 2x BK/MacD meals). Talked a whole lot of crap, mainly to cheer CG up, but surprise surprise, I managed to brighten up the Sunshine a little. :-)  But the carpark fees made me woozy, $7!!! wa cow!! hmm, am cotemplating taking a cab down to meet them next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moped around the office for a while, but did something I shouldnt have done. Hope it didnt have dire consequences.. hmm.. we'll see about that one..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Received a blistered right foot after badminton today, as I gungho-ly played barefoot, as I absent-mindedly left my sports shoes at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the game, encountered a thunderstorm, how apt..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got an sms from a friend, I'm going down to NUH tomr to donate platelets for her dad. Her dad is one very nice guy, I'm praying that he'll pull through. So even thought I am TERRIFIED of needles, I shall go.. Wish me luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a bright side, I recently sent Ms AKK a mail to encourage her, after reading her post. 2-3 days passed and I still dint receive any reply. So after re-reading her post a couple of times, I started to imagine what she was writing about. (I hope I'm wrong. ) But she has replied today, and I think she's feeling pretty ok already. Good news!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats 1 more person who will be in my prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of to sleep I go, sweet dreams I hope..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11022350-112723071955597514?l=pensivetabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/feeds/112723071955597514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11022350&amp;postID=112723071955597514' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11022350/posts/default/112723071955597514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11022350/posts/default/112723071955597514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/2005/09/recap-of-events.html' title='Recap of events'/><author><name>PensiveTabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15655859993313786769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11022350.post-112717618655760811</id><published>2005-09-20T08:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T08:57:05.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THANK YOU!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Just wanna say a big&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;THANK YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;to all the peeps who were so nice to PT yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;A YounG Cute Girl, driving in the middle of Winter, walked 5KM in search of a pretty walNUT, when a ray of warm Sunshine fell upon her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You know who you are! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11022350-112717618655760811?l=pensivetabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/feeds/112717618655760811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11022350&amp;postID=112717618655760811' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11022350/posts/default/112717618655760811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11022350/posts/default/112717618655760811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/2005/09/thank-you.html' title='THANK YOU!!!'/><author><name>PensiveTabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15655859993313786769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11022350.post-112709160501032207</id><published>2005-09-20T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T09:00:05.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Image?</title><content type='html'>Was chatting with a friend yesterday, and she brought up something which got me thinking..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess, once upon a time, I decided to project a certain image, and it kinda got stuck. And I did some thinking, do I project different images to different groups of people? e.g. display professionalism at work, while displaying a more carefree attitude to fun loving friends, or displaying a more reserved front to more serious friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, maybe not..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do others behave the same way? This might be a possible reason why its difficult to know a person, cos you'll only see one front, most of the time anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pensive Monday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;breathe..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11022350-112709160501032207?l=pensivetabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/feeds/112709160501032207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11022350&amp;postID=112709160501032207' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11022350/posts/default/112709160501032207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11022350/posts/default/112709160501032207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/2005/09/image.html' title='Image?'/><author><name>PensiveTabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15655859993313786769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11022350.post-112702749345190798</id><published>2005-09-18T15:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T08:16:32.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The day the barflies thrashed my place</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Updated!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++&lt;br /&gt;- more apt description of duck&lt;br /&gt;- and the appearance of another da mei nu!&lt;br /&gt;- a quote from YounG&lt;br /&gt;- included an interesting event&lt;br /&gt;- deleted the interesting event(life at stake, bo bian)&lt;br /&gt;- included missy's blog addy&lt;br /&gt;- included KM's blog entry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++&lt;br /&gt;(boy this must be the most edited entry ever lor)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Wahahaha! The title is over-exaggerated! My place is still intact!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Quite a couple of peeps came down to my place yesterday(17 Sep 05) There were &lt;a href="http://whatdeheck.blogspot.com/"&gt;Curious George&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://dream_er.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sunshine&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://missyling.blogspot.com/"&gt;Missy&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.serendipity-0215.blogspot.com/"&gt;Serendipity&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://winter66.blogspot.com/"&gt;Winter&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://kingmeng.blogspot.com/"&gt;KingMeng&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://young.blogsome.com/"&gt;YounG&lt;/a&gt;, StupidGenius, and not to mention, a very surprise guest appearance from DuckHawk!! :D&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Day started out with a badminton game for me in the morning, and after getting the necessary stuff for the visit, I reached home just before 12, before getting a SMS from Sunshine: “Hi PT, whos meeting for lunch?” If my memory served me correctly, there were a couple of people, so I checked with them. First, SG said,” I’m still waiting for Missy at her block”.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Never mind, still got KM, then he told me ”I just woke up”&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Wa lao eh, all these people fly Sunshine aeroplane sia! So I told Sunshine, you wait for me, I go lunch with you! So I managed a quick bath, before rushing out to meet Sunshine.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;By the time I was there, SG and Missy were there already, and the thing that struck me was, Sunshine still dint get angry or anything like that, despite the fact that she has been waiting alone for 30 min. Got me really impressed, many girls would have freaked out, or at least complained a little, but Sunshine.. like nothing happened. Very impressed, first impression – Nice, mature young lady.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Fast forward, after a quick lunch, we drove over to my place, and we started a mahjong game comprising YounG, SG, KM and yours truly. The girls sorta entertained themselves(sorry! I’ve been a poor host!!), until CG and (surprise!) DuckHawk came! First time meeting DuckHawk, he has this &lt;s&gt;dai-gor-dai&lt;/s&gt; hamsem look, a bit scary at first. But as time goes by, he’s actually quite interesting also. More on him later. :D&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;CG and the rest of the gals then went into my study room to have another game. DuckHawk, helped me entertain the rest of the girls by playing mahjong with them. Wa, I really impressed lor, cos Duck is&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;- a super &lt;s&gt;experienced&lt;/s&gt; noob Mahjong player&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;- he normally plays &lt;s&gt;3-6&lt;/s&gt;(&lt;s&gt;dollars&lt;/s&gt; cents).&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But he’s playing for nothing with the gals! And he’s patiently teaching CG some more! What a nice guy! :D Pity he couldn’t join us for dinner..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I almost forgot the arrival of another DA MEI NYU! Ladies and gentleman, please welcome, Ms SERENDIPITY. Wa, came all dressed to kill. *wolf whistle*. And fey, if you are reading this, I dint take good care of her,(cos wife was around). YounG took VERY good care of her for you though. Hiak hiak hiak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Oh ya, first time meeting Missy and KM and Winter too. Missy’s quite pretty I must say. :D Very adorable and approachable! And she plays WarCraft(DOTA) too! How cool is that? Next time must jio her and play.. Haha.. KM doesn’t look much like his MSN picture leh. But he sure is ‘resourceful’. :-) Winter, another chio bu! Very tall some more, keeps smiling one, and keeps eating titbits :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;After the games, we adjourned to steamboat dinner, where we had another round of fun! YounG being the gentleman that he is, sponsored a cab to the steamboat place. It’s a shame Winter and Duck couldn’t join us tho..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok la, couldn’t remember much details liaoz.. shall post this up first..&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Man, what a long post.. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;P.S. I'm so glad I took the &lt;a href="http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/2005/08/maze.html"&gt;leap of faith&lt;/a&gt;, as most of the barflies I have met, I have developed a sense of admiration and respect for them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;P.S.S YounG said something which is quite true, goes along the lines where ignorance is bliss, and what matters more is that one is happy, and enjoying oneself. Hm.. speaking of him, he writes very differently from his real self leh.. heeheee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11022350-112702749345190798?l=pensivetabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/feeds/112702749345190798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11022350&amp;postID=112702749345190798' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11022350/posts/default/112702749345190798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11022350/posts/default/112702749345190798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/2005/09/day-barflies-thrashed-my-place.html' title='The day the barflies thrashed my place'/><author><name>PensiveTabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15655859993313786769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11022350.post-112665826174825150</id><published>2005-09-14T08:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T08:18:05.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Catchy song..</title><content type='html'>New song I heard on the radio, liked it a lot..&lt;br /&gt;i'll buy if there's a single for it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUST A RIDE by     JEM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, time to work, before playing in the afternoon..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11022350-112665826174825150?l=pensivetabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/feeds/112665826174825150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11022350&amp;postID=112665826174825150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11022350/posts/default/112665826174825150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11022350/posts/default/112665826174825150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/2005/09/catchy-song.html' title='Catchy song..'/><author><name>PensiveTabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15655859993313786769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11022350.post-112665791417759987</id><published>2005-09-14T08:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T08:31:54.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A costly mistake</title><content type='html'>PT went out shopping last week. After shopping around, PT decided to buy an apple. But accidentaly, PT bought 10 apples instead. But silly PT, still did not sell back the 9 apples(as he only wanted 1), but instead decided to wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until last night, the 9 apples rotted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PT ah PT, dont repeat the same mistake again ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damage = 5 "Benjamin Franklins" instead of 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, PT shall not dwell on it for too long, move on he shall, and learn from this mistake he will, and earn back the 5 BenF, and then some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still a little sad, but at least PT dint lose his entire shopping basket.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11022350-112665791417759987?l=pensivetabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/feeds/112665791417759987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11022350&amp;postID=112665791417759987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11022350/posts/default/112665791417759987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11022350/posts/default/112665791417759987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/2005/09/costly-mistake.html' title='A costly mistake'/><author><name>PensiveTabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15655859993313786769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11022350.post-112665887063448035</id><published>2005-09-13T08:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T08:50:41.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My numbers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Interesting.. http://www.paulsadowski.com/Numbers.asp&lt;br /&gt;from &lt;a href="http://nadnut.blogspot.com"&gt;nad &lt;/a&gt;and &lt;a href="http://9mmdesigns.blogspot.com"&gt;9&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70-80% for me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You entered: &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;XXX XXXXX XXX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;There are 11 letters in your name.&lt;br /&gt;Those 11 letters total to 61&lt;br /&gt;There are  3 vowels and 8 consonants in your name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Your number is:&lt;/b&gt; 7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;The characteristics of #7 are: &lt;/b&gt;Analysis, understanding, knowledge, awareness, studious, meditating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;The expression or destiny for #7:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought, analysis, introspection, and seclusiveness are all characteristics of the expression number 7. The hallmark of the number 7 is a good mind, and especially good at searching out and finding the truth. You are so very capable of analyzing, judging and discriminating, that very little ever escapes your observation and deep understanding. You are the type of person that can really get involved in a search for wisdom or hidden truths, often becoming an authority on whatever it is your are focusing on. This can easily be of a technical or scientific nature, or it may be religious or occult, it matters very little, you pursue knowledge with the same sort of vigor. You can make a very fine teacher, or because of a natural inclination toward the spiritual, you may become deeply emerged in religious affairs or even psychic explorations. You tend to operate on a rather different wavelength, and many of your friends may not really know you very well. The positive aspects of the 7 expression are that you can be a true perfectionist in a very positive sense of the word. You are very logical, and usually employ a quite rational approach to most things you do. You can be so rational at times that you almost seem to lack emotion, and when you are faced with an emotional situation, you may have a bit of a problem coping with it. You have excellent capabilities to study and learn really deep and difficult subjects, and to search for hidden fundamentals. At full maturity you are likely to be a very peaceful and poised individual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;If there is an over supply of the number 7 in your makeup, the negative aspects of the number may be apparent. The chief negative of 7 relates to the limited degree of trust that you may have in people. A tendency to be highly introverted can make you a bit on the self-centered side, certainly very much self-contained . Because of this, you are not very adaptable, and you may tend to be overly critical and intolerant. You really like to work alone, at your own pace and in your own way. You neither show or understand emotions very well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Soul Urge number is:&lt;/b&gt; 8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;A Soul Urge number of 8 means: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With an 8 soul urge, you have a natural flare for big business and the challenges imposed by the commercial world. Power, status and success are very important to you. You have strong urges to supervise, organize and lead. Material desires are also very pronounced. You have good executive abilities, and with these, confidence, energy and ambition. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Your mind is analytical and judgment sound; you're a good judge of material values and also human character. Self-controlled, you rarely let emotions cloud judgment. You are somewhat of an organizer at heart, and you like to keep those beneath you organized and on a proper track. This is a personality that wants to lead, not follow. You want to be known for your planning ability and solid judgment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;The negative aspects of the 8 soul urge are the often dominating and exacting attitude. You may have a tendency to be very rigid, sometimes stubborn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Inner Dream number is:&lt;/b&gt; 8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;An Inner Dream number of 8 means: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You dream of success in the business or political world, of power and control of large material endeavors. You crave authority and recognition of executive skills. Your secret self may have very strong desire to become an entrepreneur.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11022350-112665887063448035?l=pensivetabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/feeds/112665887063448035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11022350&amp;postID=112665887063448035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11022350/posts/default/112665887063448035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11022350/posts/default/112665887063448035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/2005/09/my-numbers.html' title='My numbers'/><author><name>PensiveTabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15655859993313786769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11022350.post-112650056054754369</id><published>2005-09-12T12:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T12:49:20.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I went to Zouk, and enjoyed myself</title><content type='html'>First, I went to YL's dinner at Hyatt, the food was so nice, though the dinner was dammmmm loooooong. By the time i finished, 1130pm liaoz. wa lao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And during dinner, I snubbed YN's toe figuratively, but thats another story for another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, went to Amara to pick the rest of the peeps, but only CuriousGeorge hopped on. I must say, she's one of the more sporting ladies i met, cos she dun fly people aeroplane one. Even though its&lt;br /&gt;- late&lt;br /&gt;- the rest of her entourage are still partying at Amara&lt;br /&gt;she still went down to Zouk. Cos we promised Mr. DarkelFin will be there. (actually should be DarkElfin, but we used to it liaoz)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we reached there, DF, fey and Seren was there. Together with FatKitten(obviously tipsy). First thing FatKitten asked me was," U are the tabby ah? Looks so si boon!" To which I replied," U are the FatKitten ah? So fat!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, I dint say that, cos she's not fat at all, I only managed a weak smile, cos the long dinner got me in a crabby mood, and I was dam sleepy after the dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on the bottle were 2 bottles of whisky, courtesy of Fey and DF. Paisay, next time my turn to buy the brudders some drinks also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seren then left. So nice of her to keep Mr DF company till we came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fey then plied me with drinks, haha, not scared of him, but then I was driving that night, else can hoot each other. Next time fey, next time. Then started to get into the groove, and I started to relax a bit. But I dint dance la(I cant do that to save my lefe), I just sat there and bobbed my head to the music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DF was his usual funny self, cracking jokes here and there. DF, by the way, is also known as the No1(disputed) handsome. Hur hur..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the fun started, CG and fey used their persuasive powers to get YounG to come down. Never met him before, but I have a good first impression of him. Crowd getting bigger.. then humsup DF got chiobu SillyCelly to join us, whom I dint really talk to. Shy mah. MOST IMPORTANTLY, PAIKIA came down!! Wa, made my night, always wanted to meet the guy, cos I think he's smart and dam smooth with words. After I saw him, I want to add another word, HANDSOME!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we partied on for a little while more, talk more cock, danced a bit, then i noticed this quite chio bu dancing 5 m beside me, so I looked at her for a while more. I think she noticed, cos after that she sat down beside me. Paikia and YounG noticed, and was egging me on. haha, I too shy lah.. :p And I also dunno what to do la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor FatKitten lost her phone in the crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the clock striked 3, we left, and headed home. :) Drove PK, YounG and CG back. Very nice people in the bar so far. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the not so good thing, i reached home quite late..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11022350-112650056054754369?l=pensivetabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/feeds/112650056054754369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11022350&amp;postID=112650056054754369' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11022350/posts/default/112650056054754369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11022350/posts/default/112650056054754369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-went-to-zouk-and-enjoyed-myself.html' title='I went to Zouk, and enjoyed myself'/><author><name>PensiveTabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15655859993313786769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11022350.post-112588590655980212</id><published>2005-09-05T10:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T10:05:06.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Look</title><content type='html'>Hvae finally started my long overdue decision to wear contacts. Have used dailies on-and-off infrequently, but now I'm on more regular monthly lenses. Hope I'll get used to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many thanks to my sister who taught me how to maintain them. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11022350-112588590655980212?l=pensivetabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/feeds/112588590655980212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11022350&amp;postID=112588590655980212' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11022350/posts/default/112588590655980212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11022350/posts/default/112588590655980212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/2005/09/new-look.html' title='New Look'/><author><name>PensiveTabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15655859993313786769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11022350.post-112588299835899016</id><published>2005-09-05T09:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T09:16:38.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>another C.O.M.E.X post</title><content type='html'>*note to self*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;avoid the last day of such shows, or take public tranport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*end note*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to the abovementioned yesterday, cos Sat I was in JB visiting my in-laws, and Sunday was the only available day left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving there as quite ok, but parking was HORRENDOUS. I had to stop and wait inside my car in front of some lots, and wait for a parking lot. And every1 parked illegally inside the car park, and the dam du-lan thing was, while waiting, someone parked illegally in front of me! TaMaDe, why dint I think of that earlier?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, waited around 30 mins, when I saw this car, which was 3 lots away leaving. Hwah, dam happy, until another car, which just overtook me, proceeded to park in the slot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@#!@#@!$@$!@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I horned and high beamed, then told him I was waiting for the slot. But then he parked his car inside liaoz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miracously, he then gave up the slot to me, I guess he dint see me in the first place.. Felt a little guilty for being so worked up in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went to the exhibition, bought a 19in LCD, which I'm going to put at home, and the one at home shall be used in the offce. That will do my eyes plenty of good. :-) I saved $60 on the monitor, cos it was sorta 'on offer' on Sunday, so quite happy. And bought another 3-in-1 printer, which the wifey needs to use for her work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A shocking thing is that I asked them how much they earned per unit sold. They told me its $2. WA LAO!! Where got motivation like that, you tell me? Then again, maybe they'll have some nice bonus if they manage to sell a certain number of units. My heart goes out to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went home after that, and went car-shopping with my brother, then went home and watch CSI-Season 2. Tiring Sunday..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11022350-112588299835899016?l=pensivetabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/feeds/112588299835899016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11022350&amp;postID=112588299835899016' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11022350/posts/default/112588299835899016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11022350/posts/default/112588299835899016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/2005/09/another-comex-post.html' title='another C.O.M.E.X post'/><author><name>PensiveTabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15655859993313786769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11022350.post-112484805845437174</id><published>2005-08-24T09:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T09:47:38.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunny Wednesday Morning</title><content type='html'>Hmm, I seem to be in a good mood today(which is good!) I'm wondering if it has anything to do with the shot in the arm I received yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, just back from doctor's for my follow-up consultation. Cos I got some gastric pains yesterday, doctor put me on PPI(protein-pump inhibitors) for another week, which supposedly reduces stomach acid by 70%(gasps!). Therefore, my digestion will be slower, my ability to kill germs(in food) is reduced. Oh well, as the good doctor said, its better to fully cure it now, than have it recur later. After that, I gonna wait for 6 weeks, and I'll have to do a UREA test, to see if the bacteria still exists. In case you are wondering, the UREA test is a breath test of sorts(i think, and hope anyway).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope Mr Stomach will be nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11022350-112484805845437174?l=pensivetabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/feeds/112484805845437174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11022350&amp;postID=112484805845437174' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11022350/posts/default/112484805845437174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11022350/posts/default/112484805845437174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/2005/08/sunny-wednesday-morning.html' title='Sunny Wednesday Morning'/><author><name>PensiveTabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15655859993313786769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11022350.post-112468911858945278</id><published>2005-08-22T13:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T08:49:12.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>About me</title><content type='html'>Some1 said I looked geeky(sigh), but I think I look ok.&lt;br /&gt;Then again, every1 is entitled to their own opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can be reached at PensiveTabby {at} gmail dot com if you guys wanna send me fan mail(in my dreams)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11022350-112468911858945278?l=pensivetabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/feeds/112468911858945278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11022350&amp;postID=112468911858945278' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11022350/posts/default/112468911858945278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11022350/posts/default/112468911858945278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/2005/08/about-me.html' title='About me'/><author><name>PensiveTabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15655859993313786769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11022350.post-112468903327892464</id><published>2005-08-22T13:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T13:45:09.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its just me</title><content type='html'>Have lotsa rants lately, but I still pen them down here, so that 10 years down the road, I can still look back, and realised I survived through a bad patch in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Received a reply from a company I sent my resume to, saying that I have exceeded the maximum working experience. I dint take it lying down, so I wrote back, saying that I am really interested, and though I'm slightly older than the typical applicant, I can make it for it with my drive and determination(which I think is more impt, dont ya think). And I only missed the mark by a few months(also my fault for dragging my feet, wanted to send in last year). So, I wrote back an earnest reply to them, hoping that they'll change my mind. I'm not giving up, like what I did in MAS a few years back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A strange thought occurred to me this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to be succesful cos of Reason A.&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes, my fantasies contradict Reason A.&lt;br /&gt;Is that why Reason A is not a good enough motivation factor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont ask. I dint put them down as variables for nothing. Maybe I'll write it down in my personal diary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have been spending too much time at the cowboy bar. Shall keep clear of there for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note altogether, this month maxim feature Lin Chiling. Yummy. Still wondering if I should buy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11022350-112468903327892464?l=pensivetabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/feeds/112468903327892464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11022350&amp;postID=112468903327892464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11022350/posts/default/112468903327892464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11022350/posts/default/112468903327892464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/2005/08/its-just-me.html' title='Its just me'/><author><name>PensiveTabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15655859993313786769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11022350.post-112468845074509333</id><published>2005-08-22T13:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T15:25:30.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things that make my heart go THUD!</title><content type='html'>switch condition:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       case HOUSE_INTEREST_RATE_INCREASE:&lt;br /&gt;                  stress_level+10;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      case NO_REPLY_AFTER_1_MONTH_AFTER_SENDING_RESUME&lt;br /&gt;                   stress_level+2;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;// which i quite hate btw&lt;br /&gt;      case NEW_RESPONSILBILITIES_AT_CURRENT_JOB&lt;br /&gt;                    stress_level+2;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;// iron condor is a options spread&lt;br /&gt;       case IRON_CONDORS_NOT_DOING_WELL&lt;br /&gt;                   stress_level++;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;// Enough said, more cases to be added soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11022350-112468845074509333?l=pensivetabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/feeds/112468845074509333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11022350&amp;postID=112468845074509333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11022350/posts/default/112468845074509333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11022350/posts/default/112468845074509333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/2005/08/things-that-make-my-heart-go-thud.html' title='Things that make my heart go THUD!'/><author><name>PensiveTabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15655859993313786769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11022350.post-112468628230747417</id><published>2005-08-22T12:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T13:48:11.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keys to my heart</title><content type='html'>Got this off &lt;a href="http://natsuumi.liquidblade.com/"&gt;Natusmi's&lt;/a&gt; blog, I like her choice of cartoon pics :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Correct as at 12.48pm, 22 Aug 2005, in my office cubicle.&lt;br /&gt;(Cos i think these things are only correct based on your mood when you did them)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="font-family: serif; color: black; font-size: 12pt;" align="center" border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="8" width="350"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#ff99cc"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 style="border: 0pt none ; margin: 0pt;"&gt;The Keys to Your Heart&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ff9fd2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are attracted to those who have a split personality - cold as ice on the outside but hot as fire in the heart.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffa6d9"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love, you feel the most alive when things are straight-forward, and you're told that you're loved.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffacdf"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd like to your lover to think you are stylish and alluring.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffb3e6"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would be forced to break up with someone who was ruthless, cold-blooded, and sarcastic.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffb9ec"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your ideal relationship is lasting. You want a relationship that looks to the future... one you can grow with.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffbff2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your risk of cheating is zero. You care about society and morality. You would never break a commitment.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffc6f9"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think of marriage as something that will confine you. You are afraid of marriage.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffccff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this moment, you think of love as commitment. Love only works when both people are totally devoted.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/keystoyourheartquiz/"&gt;What Are The Keys To Your Heart?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How true? I dunno..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11022350-112468628230747417?l=pensivetabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/feeds/112468628230747417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11022350&amp;postID=112468628230747417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11022350/posts/default/112468628230747417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11022350/posts/default/112468628230747417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/2005/08/keys-to-my-heart.html' title='Keys to my heart'/><author><name>PensiveTabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15655859993313786769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11022350.post-112468808038375139</id><published>2005-08-21T13:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T14:20:43.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dam my bank!</title><content type='html'>Warning: Rant ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a letter from a certain blue and green bank, informing me that they are going to increase the interest rate on my loan to 4.5%(up 0.7%). NBCB! Now I feel like I'm getting a loan for private property like that, with a variable interest rate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I called the hotline to KBKB(kao beh kao bu). But the lady on the line was quite patient(she's a CRO, not her fault), who explained to the the InterBank Loan Rate has increased, therefore my rate also increased. I dam pissed with this kind of crap, and proceeded to explain HDB loans shouldnt fluctuate that much right, just like when you take a loan from HDB. Cos HDB is meant for low to mid income families, so cannot chin-chai increase cos IBOR has increased. She is going to put up request to reduce the interest rate on my loan, and ask them to call me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloody hell, when I approached them for the loan, they say the rate wont anyhow increase lah, must get MAS approval lah, will depend on HDB rate also lah, all bullshit. After they lock you in, they increase the interest rate, knowing full well you cant do anything about it. And note that they just increased my interest rate by 50bp (0.5%) just 2-3 months ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They give customers like me, a feeling that that they are high-handed. Whether they are, I dunno. But I am dam sure they give me such an impression. Another colleague of mine, taking a homeloan, also complained about the same bank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well listen here, I rather pay the penalties, and whatever !# subsidies, and take my loan to another bank, and all you are earning from me from this point onwards is that 1% penalty(plus whatever interest I have paid in the last few months). Where they could have potentially earned a lot more with my 35 year loan. And I'm going to cancel all my accounts, credit cards and etc. with this bank, in other words, I'm going to cancel all business transactions with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So still waiting for their call, and see who can play hardball better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DISCLAIMER:&lt;br /&gt;All the thoughts expressed in this article are entirely my own, and are in no way intended to cause any defamation, insult or otherwise to any parties.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11022350-112468808038375139?l=pensivetabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/feeds/112468808038375139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11022350&amp;postID=112468808038375139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11022350/posts/default/112468808038375139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11022350/posts/default/112468808038375139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/2005/08/dam-my-bank.html' title='Dam my bank!'/><author><name>PensiveTabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15655859993313786769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11022350.post-112468709724826829</id><published>2005-08-20T16:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T13:04:57.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Supper at Geylang</title><content type='html'>After a hard day's work, went to Geylang to have supper, with my SO, who just finished her facial without dinner(dont do that again ok? Read the previous post of what happened to me), and my favourite(ok I only have 1) brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the You Tiao and Dou Jiang place. SO loves the mee-sua there. Brother ordered a lot of food. Lucky he can finish wor. Saw 2 large groups of people(almost 20) trying to find seats there while I was eating. My guess, blogger's outing, or secondary school outing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw a Merz parked behind me, and a guy with 3 hot babes got out of the car. Somehow, I got the impression that he was &lt;a href="http://www.limbueytor.com"&gt;LBT&lt;/a&gt;. LOL. But my impression of him is that he's a real nice guy. Very rich though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after supper, drove through the red light districts to look at the hookers. Saw a pretty one at Joo Chiat. Just a stone's throw away from my parent's place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But nice having supper, once in a while, with good company.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11022350-112468709724826829?l=pensivetabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/feeds/112468709724826829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11022350&amp;postID=112468709724826829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11022350/posts/default/112468709724826829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11022350/posts/default/112468709724826829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/2005/08/supper-at-geylang.html' title='Supper at Geylang'/><author><name>PensiveTabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15655859993313786769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11022350.post-112468863252025870</id><published>2005-08-19T13:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T13:30:32.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Company TT challenge.</title><content type='html'>Went for my company's table tennis competition this evening. Quite happy to have won, despite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- not practising much&lt;br /&gt;- nursing a cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my opponents' credit, they were quite good, just that they dint discover my weakness, and one of them cant take my serves. phew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to bring my badminton racket down for this week's competition. So can play a bit while waiting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11022350-112468863252025870?l=pensivetabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/feeds/112468863252025870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11022350&amp;postID=112468863252025870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11022350/posts/default/112468863252025870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11022350/posts/default/112468863252025870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/2005/08/company-tt-challenge.html' title='Company TT challenge.'/><author><name>PensiveTabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15655859993313786769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11022350.post-112423874480952880</id><published>2005-08-17T08:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T14:16:49.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Visiting NUH</title><content type='html'>Walking over to NUH in a few minutes time, not to look for nurses to bio, but to go for a gastroscopy exam, on doctor's orders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope they dont find anything life threatening.. '*.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPDATE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctor dint find anything cancerous and stuff(phew). For a moment, I thought I was going to die young. Does it make me appreciate life more? I should, but I'm in the doldrums now. A little stressed about everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both the doctor and my supervisor(who went for a similar procedure years ago), praised me when they knew I could take the procedure without sedation. For the uninitiated, the doctor inserts a long tube(approx 1-1.5 inches thick), into your stomach, so he can view whatever is going on in there with the camera at the end of the tube. Trust me on this, it sucks. I was tearing towards the end of the procedure. Yup, thats how bad it is, if you can imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diagnosis was that I have gastritis, which I take as having too much stomach acid, and the presence of a certain bacteria is preventing my stomach from healing itself. So, I have to take some, or rather, quite a bit on anti-biotics and stuff to kill the bacteria. Due for a re-examination in a few day's time. I think its getting better, I dont feel bloated like I used to now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats a relief. I've gotta watch the timing of my meals, especially during the weekends, when I sleep late, and skip breakfast altogether. Thats not good at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flu also clearing up. Though I can still feel it lurking around the corner. Will drown it with lotsa water. Wahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11022350-112423874480952880?l=pensivetabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/feeds/112423874480952880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11022350&amp;postID=112423874480952880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11022350/posts/default/112423874480952880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11022350/posts/default/112423874480952880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/2005/08/visiting-nuh.html' title='Visiting NUH'/><author><name>PensiveTabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15655859993313786769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11022350.post-112363849144597458</id><published>2005-08-10T09:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T09:48:11.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Would you?</title><content type='html'>If you can know how long you are going to live, would you wanna know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you know you have 1 month to live, would you still wanna know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pensive mood again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11022350-112363849144597458?l=pensivetabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/feeds/112363849144597458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11022350&amp;postID=112363849144597458' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11022350/posts/default/112363849144597458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11022350/posts/default/112363849144597458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/2005/08/would-you.html' title='Would you?'/><author><name>PensiveTabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15655859993313786769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11022350.post-112320192053017685</id><published>2005-08-05T08:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T08:32:00.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Class 95 topic - measurements</title><content type='html'>Woot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theres a discussion on the Morning Express on Class 95, discussing about how shoe size relates to a guys err-hmm size.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some data overheard:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoe Size(US)   Size of Pen  (inches)&lt;br /&gt;6&lt;br /&gt;8                               6&lt;br /&gt;10                              6.4&lt;br /&gt;12                              6.6&lt;br /&gt;14                                7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(something like that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking, zun or not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wearing size 11 leh, but seems like the measurements not v accurate leh. hur hur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall post this in cowbor bar, see if I get any responses. Hiak hiak&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11022350-112320192053017685?l=pensivetabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/feeds/112320192053017685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11022350&amp;postID=112320192053017685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11022350/posts/default/112320192053017685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11022350/posts/default/112320192053017685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/2005/08/class-95-topic-measurements.html' title='Class 95 topic - measurements'/><author><name>PensiveTabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15655859993313786769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11022350.post-112312589660732662</id><published>2005-08-04T11:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T11:24:56.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maze</title><content type='html'>Quickie post before going for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Havent been writing in a while, thoughts in a mess (again)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joined the &lt;a href="http://cowboybar.liquidblade.com"&gt;cowboy bar&lt;/a&gt; last friday, quite interesting, but at the same time, quite intimidating, as many of the gunslingers there know one another. Theres this movie outing next Friday, so I signed up, quite excited, but a little hesitant at the same time. Well, decided to take a leap of faith. On the plus side, will get to see &lt;a href="http://9mmdesigns.blogspot.com"&gt;9mm&lt;/a&gt;. One of the blogs I read. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a minus note, Ms Anna from WonkyTong stopped blogging. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mix of getting my life re-organised. Been weeding out some bad habits(e.g. too much blogreading/gaming), and getting more serious stuff done. Have been planning my time, so that I know what to do, if not, I'll end up wasting the entire day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope I emerge from this mess a better person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11022350-112312589660732662?l=pensivetabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/feeds/112312589660732662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11022350&amp;postID=112312589660732662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11022350/posts/default/112312589660732662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11022350/posts/default/112312589660732662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/2005/08/maze.html' title='Maze'/><author><name>PensiveTabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15655859993313786769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11022350.post-112242563444017738</id><published>2005-07-27T08:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T08:53:54.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Think to be aware</title><content type='html'>Got rather pensive after reading &lt;a href="http://www.toomanythoughts.org/blog/2005/07/rules-of-engagement_25.html"&gt;Tym's entry&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made a long comment, maybe I'll write more about it later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11022350-112242563444017738?l=pensivetabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/feeds/112242563444017738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11022350&amp;postID=112242563444017738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11022350/posts/default/112242563444017738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11022350/posts/default/112242563444017738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/2005/07/think-to-be-aware.html' title='Think to be aware'/><author><name>PensiveTabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15655859993313786769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11022350.post-112234664893559857</id><published>2005-07-26T10:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T10:57:28.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Which Greek God are you?</title><content type='html'>Which one are you? Take the test &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/truly-dippy/quizzes/??"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Taken from &lt;a href="http://blinkymummy.blogspot.com/"&gt;BlinkyMummy&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/T/truly-dippy/1061401756_topdreams2.jpg" border="0" alt="Morpheus" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morpheus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/truly-dippy/quizzes/%3F%3F%20Which%20Of%20The%20Greek%20Gods%20Are%20You%20%3F%3F/"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;?? Which Of The Greek Gods Are You ??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:-3;"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a different note altogether, I'm applying for a big MNC, and one of the questions is to describe something innovative I have done. All I can think of is my trading stuff, which is not appropriate to include inside the application, so am cracking my head for one now. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, came back from Phuket, but dunno if I'll update anything here. Hmm. We'll see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11022350-112234664893559857?l=pensivetabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/feeds/112234664893559857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11022350&amp;postID=112234664893559857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11022350/posts/default/112234664893559857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11022350/posts/default/112234664893559857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/2005/07/which-greek-god-are-you.html' title='Which Greek God are you?'/><author><name>PensiveTabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15655859993313786769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11022350.post-112124020077392745</id><published>2005-07-13T15:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T15:54:20.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The NKF issue</title><content type='html'>So many people talking about the NKF issue, I just wanna record down my thoughts here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, I dont mind the CEO taking such a high pay, as he deserves it for running such a (successful) organisation till it is today. Then, people will argue, what did he contribute? Without him, NKF can also get a lot of donations what. Fine, but other CEOs(of companies, rather than organisations), are also earning big bucks when their company loses $. So there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what I mind is, and i think is of utmost importance, is transparency. In an organisation, which solicits public funds, my stand is not to spend unnecessarily. Just buy/spend what is needed to achieve your purpose, if its using funds from the organisation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps the most important point is, people are cancelling their donations now. However, are they just using this as an excuse to scale back on their donations? Are they donating the $ they stopped giving NKF, to other more worthy organisations, who are barely surviving?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still keeping my $10 a month donation to NKF, if they can be transparent, else the monthly contribution is going to &lt;a href="http://threezframe.blogspot.com/"&gt;Women Make a Difference&lt;/a&gt;, or &lt;a href="http://catwelfare.blogspot.com/"&gt;Cat Welfare Society&lt;/a&gt;. So there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11022350-112124020077392745?l=pensivetabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/feeds/112124020077392745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11022350&amp;postID=112124020077392745' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11022350/posts/default/112124020077392745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11022350/posts/default/112124020077392745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/2005/07/nkf-issue.html' title='The NKF issue'/><author><name>PensiveTabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15655859993313786769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11022350.post-112106773996360601</id><published>2005-07-11T15:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T15:42:19.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Update on Meself</title><content type='html'>Monday, so tired out physically and mentally, but the reasons are a story left for another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am reading up on Financial Management now, grabbed a book on Thursday(I was on MC for diarrhoea), and am now studiously reading it. I like it, probably due to my interest in finance work. Reading it also thought me a lot of things I dint know previously, like the branches of finance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(rant ahead)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Office wise, getting more sick by the minute. Supervisor recommended me for a promotion, but I dont really think I'm happy, and even more, not so motivated by it. So when he asked me if I wanted to add anything, I said, thats fine with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mgr then told me something about dept re-org, which dint make any sense to me at all, but I just said ok, as nothing I said would have made a difference anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some other ppl just made use of their seniority to push their way to get certain privileges. My respect for them now, zilch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going for Phuket trip this weekend. Hope that'll be fun..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11022350-112106773996360601?l=pensivetabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/feeds/112106773996360601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11022350&amp;postID=112106773996360601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11022350/posts/default/112106773996360601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11022350/posts/default/112106773996360601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/2005/07/update-on-meself.html' title='An Update on Meself'/><author><name>PensiveTabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15655859993313786769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11022350.post-112106726942398705</id><published>2005-07-11T15:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T15:34:29.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Accident - Will you stop to help?</title><content type='html'>Went to JB over the weekend, to visit my mother-in-law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my way there, one of the roads which normally had smooth traffic, was jammed. After a while, I realised why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was an accident, involving a motorcyclist and a car, and there was an injured auntie stting by the roadside, whose head is covered in blood. Good thing is, she's still conscious. Theres this uncle who were beckoning to the passing traffic to slow down to help , but none did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when I passed by, I saw the extent of injuries of the auntie, and I winded down my side window and asked how I could help. The uncle asked me to help drive the auntie to the clinic, which I agreed, and proceeded to ask the location of the clinic(Me not too familar with JB, you ask me where to buy DVD I know, ask me where clinic is? Saya tidak tawu)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THOUGH I was thinking,"there goes my cushions"(my seats are . But I still stopped, and really wanted to help. A moment later, someone called out that an ambulance is on the way. I felt a little relieved, though I felt guilt stricken for harboring such selfish thoughts. So that bothered me for a long while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, although I did the right thing by stopping to help, I shouldnt have such selfish thoughts. Shall not be so selfish next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bothered me to the extent, where Quill sustained another dent to her bumper while I was parking. Doh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11022350-112106726942398705?l=pensivetabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/feeds/112106726942398705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11022350&amp;postID=112106726942398705' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11022350/posts/default/112106726942398705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11022350/posts/default/112106726942398705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/2005/07/accident-will-you-stop-to-help.html' title='Accident - Will you stop to help?'/><author><name>PensiveTabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15655859993313786769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11022350.post-112106671504424361</id><published>2005-07-11T15:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T15:25:35.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unexpected Kindness</title><content type='html'>Last Fri evening, I stopped my car by the roadside so that my wife could pick up something from the trunk while I waited in the car. A short while later, a MPV stopped in front of me, and a little girl and her mother, whom I believed to be of Indian origins, stepped out of the car, and&lt;br /&gt;walked towards  mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They started to gesture to my wife, and I then realised that they have seen my wife drop her mobile phone while she was searching through the trunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was extremely kind of them to deliberately stop their car to inform us of this, and it warms my heart to know that such kind hearted souls exists in Singapore. Just when I have almost given up hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11022350-112106671504424361?l=pensivetabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/feeds/112106671504424361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11022350&amp;postID=112106671504424361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11022350/posts/default/112106671504424361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11022350/posts/default/112106671504424361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/2005/07/unexpected-kindness.html' title='Unexpected Kindness'/><author><name>PensiveTabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15655859993313786769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11022350.post-112047329578239800</id><published>2005-07-04T18:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T18:34:55.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Melancholic</title><content type='html'>I wonder why, at this time of the day, that I feel this way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not only today, its affecting for since the past week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am direct. I lash out. I plan my words for maximum effect. Trying to discharge the pressure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I must get away from this place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pronto.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11022350-112047329578239800?l=pensivetabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/feeds/112047329578239800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11022350&amp;postID=112047329578239800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11022350/posts/default/112047329578239800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11022350/posts/default/112047329578239800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/2005/07/melancholic.html' title='Melancholic'/><author><name>PensiveTabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15655859993313786769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11022350.post-111985837511830942</id><published>2005-06-27T15:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T15:46:15.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Duper Cute</title><content type='html'>Got this off &lt;a href="http://9mmdesigns.blogspot.com/"&gt;9mm.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super duper cute, especially if you are a cat lover(I am)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://users.pandora.be/a054593/Mzk/Resources/2003-07-20/GrappigePoesjes.wmv&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11022350-111985837511830942?l=pensivetabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/feeds/111985837511830942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11022350&amp;postID=111985837511830942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11022350/posts/default/111985837511830942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11022350/posts/default/111985837511830942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/2005/06/super-duper-cute.html' title='Super Duper Cute'/><author><name>PensiveTabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15655859993313786769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11022350.post-111985222693139659</id><published>2005-06-27T13:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T14:44:25.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me, Myself and I</title><content type='html'>Got this &lt;a href="http://quizbox.com/personality/test82.aspx"&gt;personality test&lt;/a&gt; off &lt;a href="http://atinyblip.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tetanus&lt;/a&gt;, thanks to my SO who pointed it my way:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta-Dah, the results:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your view on yourself:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span id="Label1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You are down-to-earth and people like you because you are so straightforward. You are an efficient problem solver because you will listen to both sides of an argument before making a decision that usually appeals to both parties.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down to Earth? Check.&lt;br /&gt;Straightforward? I'll tell soemeone what I think, but I'll put it in a nice way(most of the time), so that I dont end up hurting the other person's feelings. So I guess, Check.&lt;br /&gt;But its true I always listen to both sides, because everyone is right(because they look at things from different angles, which is why there is an argument to begin with).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;The type of girlfriend/boyfriend you are looking for:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;" id="Label2"&gt;You are a true romantic. When you are in love, you will do anything and everything to keep your love true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;True romantic. Very true, ho ho ho. Look at all my favourite movies. Though you cant tell from how I look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your readiness to commit to a relationship:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;span style="font-style: italic;" id="Label3"&gt;You are ready to commit as soon as you meet the right person. And you believe you will pretty much know as soon as you might that person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Hmm. Proven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;The seriousness of your love:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;span id="Label4"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Your have very sensible tactics when approaching the opposite sex. In many ways people find your straightforwardness attractive, so you will find yourself with plenty of dates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plenty of dates? (tries to recall my dating history). I was quite ok, but had more dates with ladies whom I dont consider a love interest. Too shy to ask my love interest(s) for a date(s).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your views on education&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span id="Label5"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Education is less important than the real world out there, away from the classroom. Deep inside you want to start working, earning money and living on your own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I got my degree because 99% of the corporations out there needs it for me to prove my worth. Ptui. Education only teaches, or exposes things that you didnt know existed. I think of education as enlightening oneself to the vast wealth of knowledge out there, existing for anyone to attain, only if one has the heart to explore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate those people who think, "Oh, I'm so superior/good just because I have a U degree".&lt;br /&gt;My response:"Ya, your U degree is superior/good toilet paper".&lt;br /&gt;Ptui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;The right job for you:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span id="Label6"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You're a practical person and will choose a secure job with a steady income. Knowing what you like to do is important. Find a regular job doing just that and you'll be set for life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wa, this test real uncanny. Really spot on. I'm in the process of finding out what I like to do. I'd like to think that I like to do A, because I missed a chance to do it 3 years ago. But I definitely dont like B(which is Engineering, which I what I am doing now), at least not here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think of myself as being to survive in any type of job, or even excel in it, but that doesnt mean I like it. I prefer(who doesnt) to excel in something I like, and wake up every morning raring to go to work. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;How do you view success:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span id="Label7"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You are afraid of failure and scared to have a go at the career you would like to have in case you don't succeed. Don't give up when you haven't yet even started! Be courageous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, thats what I'm telling myself. Check out this &lt;a href="http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-need-to-be-brave.html"&gt;previous entry&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;What are you most afraid of:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;  &lt;span id="Label8"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You are concerned about your image and the way others see you. This means that you try very hard to be accepted by other people. It's time for you to believe in who you are, not what you wear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spot on again. Even when I am typing this, I am wondering if I should admit to this, and how people who know me would think after reading this confession. I'm neurotic at times. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="Label8"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who is your true self:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You are unpredictable, with moods changing as quickly as an ocean. You might occasionally be calm and still, but never for long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Correct. Thats me. I'll bring myself to a successful place in time to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11022350-111985222693139659?l=pensivetabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/feeds/111985222693139659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11022350&amp;postID=111985222693139659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11022350/posts/default/111985222693139659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11022350/posts/default/111985222693139659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/2005/06/me-myself-and-i.html' title='Me, Myself and I'/><author><name>PensiveTabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15655859993313786769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11022350.post-111984023761968553</id><published>2005-06-27T10:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T10:49:17.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I watched Be With You</title><content type='html'>Go watch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No movie has touched me so much since "Love Letter". Both nice, in their own bittersweet ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a romantic at heart..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11022350-111984023761968553?l=pensivetabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/feeds/111984023761968553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11022350&amp;postID=111984023761968553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11022350/posts/default/111984023761968553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11022350/posts/default/111984023761968553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-watched-be-with-you.html' title='I watched Be With You'/><author><name>PensiveTabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15655859993313786769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11022350.post-111958276450719036</id><published>2005-06-24T10:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T11:12:44.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I watched Initial D</title><content type='html'>Last night, at Tampines Mall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noticed the audience is made up of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Ah bengs who are interested in watching the car race.&lt;br /&gt;2) Young ladies/teenagers interested in Jay Chou.&lt;br /&gt;3) The bf/escorts for (2).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But 1 thing is for sure, that the average age of yesterday's audience is way lower than mine. I feel so old in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, show wasnt too bad, quite good actually(tho the 'parallel import' DVD is cheaper). But the show was spoiled by the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) The guy beside me was determined to show me he had large arms, large legs, by opening his legs "big big" beside me, and resting his arm on the common armrest. TMD, you can rest on the common armrest between you and (i think) your gf! Anyway, you were trying to paw her all night. I name him IG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) IG also made to make his predictions abt the film loudly. Like, oh, so-and-so going to happen next. Ptui. Keep your comments to yourself lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) IG's GF( I name her IGGF), also have very audible comments about the show. But its always "Wa Lao Eh"*cringe*. E.g. when the camera showed that Anthony Wong is looking at some porn magazines, the rest of the audience laughs, but IGGF would (loudly) utter, "Wa Lao Eh!" ||~ . ~&lt;br /&gt;Another e.g, when one of the actors(forgot his name) tries to bed his gf(in a comical way), she will go" Wa Lao Eh" again.. seesh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Theres a bunch of Jay Chou teenage female fans in front, who giggles/screams whenever Jay Chou appears on screen. Even when he's crying. Please lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Theres this woman beside my wife, who unpolitely picked up her call in the middle of the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, nice movie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11022350-111958276450719036?l=pensivetabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/feeds/111958276450719036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11022350&amp;postID=111958276450719036' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11022350/posts/default/111958276450719036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11022350/posts/default/111958276450719036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-watched-initial-d.html' title='I watched Initial D'/><author><name>PensiveTabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15655859993313786769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11022350.post-111958156960694497</id><published>2005-06-24T10:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T10:52:49.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How much is that doggy in that window?</title><content type='html'>Driving along to work this morning, stuck on the ECP(as usual), because a car has broken down before Benjamin Sheares Bridge in the direction of the AYE(not uncommon). If theres no rosak vehicle, normally there will be some accident after the speed camera. So when something like this happens, I eat JAM on ECP every morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this particular morning, i was stuck in a jam behind this CRV type of vehicle, when a doggy(looks like a golden retriever) peeked out from the rear window and looked at me. Haha, what a surprise, so I waved back at it. I think the dog must be thinking "Who is that nutcase that is waving at me? Chey!" So he/she looked the other way, with a nonchalant look. But still very cute to me lah. Then he/she peeked back at me to see if I was still checking him/her out(I am). I wanted to take a photo with my camera phone(I know, very dangerous), when a black Honda Odyssey cut into the space between us. @$%@#%@#%. Nvm, I proceeded to wait for the Odyseey to filter out, but after it filtered out, a pick up came between us again, and after that pick up left, a trailer(!!!) was next. Not fated to take the photo lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tailed behind the car, until it exited via the Marina South exit. His/her owner so nice, bringing him/her out for a walk on a cool morning such as this. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11022350-111958156960694497?l=pensivetabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/feeds/111958156960694497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11022350&amp;postID=111958156960694497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11022350/posts/default/111958156960694497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11022350/posts/default/111958156960694497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/2005/06/how-much-is-that-doggy-in-that-window.html' title='How much is that doggy in that window?'/><author><name>PensiveTabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15655859993313786769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11022350.post-111918039525458371</id><published>2005-06-19T19:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T19:26:35.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quill is happy</title><content type='html'>I felt happy while giving Quill a bath today, and I think he's quite happy too, judging from the way he gleamed after the wash. :D Its like his way of smiling back at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched Wimbledon with my wife just now, quite nice I must say.. Heehee. I'm a romantic at heart. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having many happy/positive thoughts today, which is good,  hope there will be more positive stuff coming soon. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11022350-111918039525458371?l=pensivetabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/feeds/111918039525458371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11022350&amp;postID=111918039525458371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11022350/posts/default/111918039525458371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11022350/posts/default/111918039525458371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/2005/06/quill-is-happy.html' title='Quill is happy'/><author><name>PensiveTabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15655859993313786769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11022350.post-111881839858864583</id><published>2005-06-15T14:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T14:53:18.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I need to be brave..</title><content type='html'>I am taking the first step today, that I am going to actively look for a new job, and leave this place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall not waste any more time,  in a place, where I am not recognised. I'll die a broken man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11022350-111881839858864583?l=pensivetabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/feeds/111881839858864583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11022350&amp;postID=111881839858864583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11022350/posts/default/111881839858864583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11022350/posts/default/111881839858864583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-need-to-be-brave.html' title='I need to be brave..'/><author><name>PensiveTabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15655859993313786769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11022350.post-111863170121006667</id><published>2005-06-13T11:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T11:01:41.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Mr Brown</title><content type='html'>Did the test from KennySia and look what I got:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-style: dashed; border-width: 2px;"&gt; &lt;div style="margin: 9px;"&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong style="font-size:   large;"&gt;Congratulations Anthony, you are... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://sgblogger.kennysia.com/mb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mr brown&lt;/strong&gt; of &lt;a href="http://www.mrbrown.com"&gt;www.mrbrown.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Like that ad for Toys 'R Us, you are that kid who doesn't want to grow up. Except you do. And now you're just a big overgrown kid who doesn't want grow up. You have a warped yet addictive sense of humour. It takes skills to poke fun at serious things and you have no problems doing that. Your peers look up to you and yet you're humble about everything. You are an infantile.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://sgblogger.kennysia.com"&gt;Which     Singaporean Blogger Are You? &lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interestingly, I realised when the change the answer to the second last question, you have varied answers.. hmm..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11022350-111863170121006667?l=pensivetabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/feeds/111863170121006667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11022350&amp;postID=111863170121006667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11022350/posts/default/111863170121006667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11022350/posts/default/111863170121006667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/2005/06/im-mr-brown.html' title='I&apos;m Mr Brown'/><author><name>PensiveTabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15655859993313786769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11022350.post-111857941806754642</id><published>2005-06-12T20:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T15:52:42.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a cheapo</title><content type='html'>Beeen a looooong while since I last blogged, partly due to some work problems(more on that in another post) and a little due to some home problems. But then, all is well now! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just had dinner prepared by wifey, very nice indeed. Must thank her for all the effort she put into making the prawn fritters so tasty! Yummy! We(me, wife, and her sister were discussing whether we could go into business to sell those. Since RotiBoy could open a few branches just by selling a kopi bun, why not us selling prawn fritters? Heh heh. Any1 interested to join this venture?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, went to YaKun @ Parkway Parade for breakfast this morning. I personally prefer the kaya roti by Killiney's, but I like the coffee from Ya Kun better. Then again, my wife and her sister likes the kaya roti AND the coffee at YaKun, so thats where we ended up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, the gals wont miss the chance to shop around a bit, so I went to MPH to look at what books they have on offer. And today, I managed to finish this book,&lt;a href="http://www.cioinsight.com/article2/0,1397,1663512,00.asp"&gt;"How full is your Bucket?"&lt;/a&gt; while standing there.(thus saving myself $15). I'm beginning to like doing this. Heehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite interesting, this book is, you guys should go read through it when you all have time. It sorta touched a string regarding the recent developments in my life, especially regarding work, so I'd say its a good read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly develop a writer's block now, think shall go play a round of WarCraft, since today is the last day of the weekend(I'm not supposed to play on weekends).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, bought an electric toothbrush for my wife today, wonder if its any good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another side note, my wife's sister, aka sister-in-law, which I shall call R for short, caught me writing this. I suggested she could start one also, so she could practise writing and improve her english.. :-) Hi sister!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11022350-111857941806754642?l=pensivetabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/feeds/111857941806754642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11022350&amp;postID=111857941806754642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11022350/posts/default/111857941806754642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11022350/posts/default/111857941806754642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/2005/06/im-cheapo.html' title='I&apos;m a cheapo'/><author><name>PensiveTabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15655859993313786769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11022350.post-111649420786488285</id><published>2005-05-19T17:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T17:16:47.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where do squirrels sleep?</title><content type='html'>I have squirrels in the trees near my office, and they are such a joy to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its raining now, I wonder where they rest, on a rainy day such as this?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11022350-111649420786488285?l=pensivetabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/feeds/111649420786488285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11022350&amp;postID=111649420786488285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11022350/posts/default/111649420786488285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11022350/posts/default/111649420786488285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/2005/05/where-do-squirrels-sleep.html' title='Where do squirrels sleep?'/><author><name>PensiveTabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15655859993313786769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11022350.post-111639414058734281</id><published>2005-05-18T13:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T13:29:00.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Child-sex tourism</title><content type='html'>Read &lt;a href="http://threezframe.blogspot.com/2005/05/child-sex-tourism-why-dont-they-get.html"&gt;this post&lt;/a&gt; off a link from &lt;a href="http://myplaypen.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ondine's&lt;/a&gt;. I can feel the author's feelings on this issue, and I feel she has reached out and touched my mind.(This doesnt mean I'm one of the pervs she mentioned).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad, cos of the plight of the children and their families.&lt;br /&gt;Angry, cos of the demented-ness of men.&lt;br /&gt;Helpless, can I do something to make a difference?&lt;br /&gt;Thankful, for the children living in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;Exasperated, that there are families out there who are so poor to have to resort to sell their daughters.&lt;br /&gt;Hopeful, that things will turn around for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm left wondering, that the children around us, or even the adults, do they know how fortunate they are?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11022350-111639414058734281?l=pensivetabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/feeds/111639414058734281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11022350&amp;postID=111639414058734281' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11022350/posts/default/111639414058734281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11022350/posts/default/111639414058734281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/2005/05/child-sex-tourism.html' title='Child-sex tourism'/><author><name>PensiveTabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15655859993313786769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11022350.post-111622269517071235</id><published>2005-05-16T13:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T13:18:17.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rationalization</title><content type='html'>I have been going through the past entries of &lt;a href="http://atinyblip.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tetanus&lt;/a&gt;, and I recalled something I heard over CSI last night..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===========================================&lt;br /&gt;Rationalization is very important for human beings, sometimes even more than sex.&lt;br /&gt;===========================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True..&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11022350-111622269517071235?l=pensivetabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/feeds/111622269517071235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11022350&amp;postID=111622269517071235' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11022350/posts/default/111622269517071235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11022350/posts/default/111622269517071235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/2005/05/rationalization.html' title='Rationalization'/><author><name>PensiveTabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15655859993313786769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11022350.post-111595258439475668</id><published>2005-05-13T10:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T10:49:44.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hint hint</title><content type='html'>Things I'd like to have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)    &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/B000067FDW/002-7573139-8619240?v=glance"&gt;World of Warcraft&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)    &lt;a href="http://www.sony.com.sg/psp/"&gt;PSP&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)   &lt;a href="http://www.brother.com.sg/products/readproduct.php?model=DCP-7010"&gt;Brother DCP7010 printer/scanner/copier&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many things to buy.. ahhaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realised I have a lot to say today, and also today is Fri the 13th. Maybe 13th is my kinda day :D.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11022350-111595258439475668?l=pensivetabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/feeds/111595258439475668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11022350&amp;postID=111595258439475668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11022350/posts/default/111595258439475668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11022350/posts/default/111595258439475668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/2005/05/hint-hint.html' title='Hint hint'/><author><name>PensiveTabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15655859993313786769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11022350.post-111595211300296489</id><published>2005-05-13T10:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T10:41:53.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflections</title><content type='html'>First, some update about the previous 'test'. Ok, maybe some background first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My post yesterday wrote about this 'test' which sees if you are normal(98%) of the population. It gives you a series of maths equations which answers are 6, and asks you to repeat the number 6 for 15 secs, then think of a vegetable. Anyway, the answer goes, that if you think of a carrot, you are normal. Else, not normal. Some responses I get:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-  Thats because 6 looks like a carrot, so thats why people will think of carrot. If you substitue 6 in the test to the chinese character six, then people wont think of carrot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I thought of cabbage.(?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I thought of potato(?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I thought of brinjal(!!) ( I learnt that this guy likes to eat brinjal)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I thought of tomato(Wrong! Tomato is a fruit)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*palmface*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So conclusion is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stoopid test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a different note altogether, I realised my new phone can take photos liaoz, why am I not posting any pictures in my blog(one of the reasons why I wanted to get a camera phone), I realised, I do most of blogging in the office, where I cant transfer the files over. I can do so at home, but I do everything else except blog at home. So there, shall work harder boy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11022350-111595211300296489?l=pensivetabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/feeds/111595211300296489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11022350&amp;postID=111595211300296489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11022350/posts/default/111595211300296489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11022350/posts/default/111595211300296489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/2005/05/reflections.html' title='Reflections'/><author><name>PensiveTabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15655859993313786769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11022350.post-111595142355153470</id><published>2005-05-13T10:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T10:43:17.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss Du Si Niang</title><content type='html'>Rats, I realised I always have a mental block whenever I wanna think of a title. So, more often than not, my title quite lame la. Bear with me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, watched a movie on Channel 62 last night,(name of movie == title of blog. Quite lame right?) Anyway, the story goes like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chiobu is a courtesan who falls in love with Chiokang, Chiobu manages to redeeem herself(no help from chiokang). Chiokang brings chiobu home to parents, parents object. Chiokang, afraid of povertty, decides to sell Chiobu to HamSupFriend for $5000. Chiobu asks why, Chiokang says they'll live in poverty. Chiobu says she doesnt mind, ChioKang says he does. Chiobu very sad, cries, signs the papers anyway. Then Chiobu reveals to ChioKang that she's actually very rich. Then Chiobu throws herself into the river, and returns to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sad la. Reinforces the fact that most men are crap(and that includes me). On hindsight, I should have renamed the guy KaChng instead of ChioKang, but anyway..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note. Something I overheard from Glenn Ong from Class 95&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- What color do you get what you choke a smurf?&lt;br /&gt;(har har)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glossary:&lt;br /&gt;Chiobu                   -   Pretty Gal(Michelle Reis)&lt;br /&gt;Chiokang                -    Pretty Boy(Daniel Wu)&lt;br /&gt;HamSumFriend    -    Lecherous friend(???)&lt;br /&gt;KaChng                    -  AssHole&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11022350-111595142355153470?l=pensivetabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/feeds/111595142355153470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11022350&amp;postID=111595142355153470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11022350/posts/default/111595142355153470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11022350/posts/default/111595142355153470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/2005/05/miss-du-si-niang.html' title='Miss Du Si Niang'/><author><name>PensiveTabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15655859993313786769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11022350.post-111586651534933303</id><published>2005-05-12T10:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T12:07:13.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you normal?</title><content type='html'>Rainy morning =&gt; nice to sleep in =&gt; my lazy ass out of bed at 830am.(me and my SO starts work at 8am)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached the office with sleepy eyes(read |-o), then realised my colleague was tinkering with his cube, so I went over to KPO lah. Then he accidentally scalded me with a glue gun(its kinda a heating device which melts glue). Anyway, my point is, that really woke me up(read 8-O).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, i digressed, thats not the point of this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprsingly, my boss sent me something, which checks if you are normal(with 98% of the population). Unfortunately, I cant post the .doc file online. So i also dunno how to describe. Siao liaoz. Totally defeats the purpose of this entry. Hmm.. anyway any who are interested can leave me a comment, and I'll email the file over, until I can think of something..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update: Courtesy of my SO -&gt; http://www.andreasroom.com/Stuff/MindWired.aspx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11022350-111586651534933303?l=pensivetabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/feeds/111586651534933303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11022350&amp;postID=111586651534933303' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11022350/posts/default/111586651534933303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11022350/posts/default/111586651534933303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/2005/05/are-you-normal.html' title='Are you normal?'/><author><name>PensiveTabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15655859993313786769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11022350.post-111561226511918593</id><published>2005-05-09T12:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T13:45:44.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>From Class95</title><content type='html'>Overheard from radio:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you marry into a life of&lt;br /&gt;1) Great sex(with average comforts) OR&lt;br /&gt;2) comforts from material possessions(with average sex).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choose only 1. Go figure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11022350-111561226511918593?l=pensivetabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/feeds/111561226511918593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11022350&amp;postID=111561226511918593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11022350/posts/default/111561226511918593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11022350/posts/default/111561226511918593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/2005/05/from-class95.html' title='From Class95'/><author><name>PensiveTabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15655859993313786769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11022350.post-111561213484379476</id><published>2005-05-09T12:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T12:15:34.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stirred from a slumber</title><content type='html'>My blog, for some reason, has been down for the longest time, because of reasons unknown to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm just glad I can access this page again, not because I have been dying to write, but just because its back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, theres a mental block at the back of my mind now so I'll write more later..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11022350-111561213484379476?l=pensivetabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/feeds/111561213484379476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11022350&amp;postID=111561213484379476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11022350/posts/default/111561213484379476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11022350/posts/default/111561213484379476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/2005/05/stirred-from-slumber.html' title='Stirred from a slumber'/><author><name>PensiveTabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15655859993313786769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11022350.post-111407509130149421</id><published>2005-04-21T17:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T15:23:26.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I have so many things left undone</title><content type='html'>Over tea today with my colleagues, Colleague S was commenting about how I can be a good golf player, cos of my height(apparently height = momentum = more distance for the ball). Anyway, I'm not very interested in golf, as many of my colleagues are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told him what I'd really like to learn is &lt;a href="http://www.zfencing.com.sg/"&gt;fencing&lt;/a&gt;. Ooh lala. I like. Then Colleague Y overheard us, and in a quite reproachful tone, said,'Huh? Why you wanna learn so much? Have a kid and learn how to take care of the kid la!'. To which, I was quite offended, and snapped back at him,'Why? I must have kids cos everyone around me is having kids isit?'(in my buay-song tone+face).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figured, I have my own plans for having kids. But right now is really not a time, cos having a kid means that both parents need really to want to sacrifice their time to nurture and take care of the little one. But, I dont think me nor my SO is ready for that yet. I have plans to achieve what I will in 2 years time, while she has her own stuff to worry about(at the current moment). So there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dunno why I got so pissed off. Maybe he makes me feel like I'm an ignorant kid. Well, I'm a kid at heart, and ignorant of many things in the world(I should read &lt;a href="http://www.wikipedia.com/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; more often), but definitely not 'ignorantly naive'. If you get what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, theres a another link I wanna share. I think this is great at &lt;a href="http://www.learnmindpower.com/Pages/eliminate-negatives.html"&gt;eliminating negative thoughts&lt;/a&gt;, which I think everybody should have less of, especially me, if I were to achieve my target.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===================================================&lt;br /&gt;"You must be the change you wish to see in the world". Mahatma Ghandi&lt;br /&gt;===================================================&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11022350-111407509130149421?l=pensivetabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/feeds/111407509130149421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11022350&amp;postID=111407509130149421' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11022350/posts/default/111407509130149421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11022350/posts/default/111407509130149421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-have-so-many-things-left-undone.html' title='I have so many things left undone'/><author><name>PensiveTabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15655859993313786769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11022350.post-111353087862025808</id><published>2005-04-15T10:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-15T10:07:58.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wanted to cry</title><content type='html'>Drove on ECP/AYE this morning, and I saw a dead kitten on lane 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immediately, I winced, and tears formed in my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, I imagine the pain that he/she went through when she was struck by a car, I can feel the pain, and I am saddened by it. Which also explains I try not to kill ants/mice/etc. cos I feel the pain when I kill them. Imagine how it feels to be squashed by something bigger than you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thought, how did the kitten get up there? its in the middle of the expressway?! I hope its not some sick bastard who left it there. If thats the case, I hope he gets his just desserts(I wanted to say something mean, but decided against it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats another reason why i cant watch shows like 'Deep Blue Sea', cos i feel the pain when the shark bites into the person, and I get sick of that. Eww.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11022350-111353087862025808?l=pensivetabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/feeds/111353087862025808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11022350&amp;postID=111353087862025808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11022350/posts/default/111353087862025808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11022350/posts/default/111353087862025808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-wanted-to-cry.html' title='I wanted to cry'/><author><name>PensiveTabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15655859993313786769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11022350.post-111285604404371088</id><published>2005-04-07T14:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T15:59:12.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Slacking at work</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="20"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td align="center"&gt; &lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Advanced&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt; You scored 100% Beginner, 100% Intermediate, 100% Advanced,  and 66% Expert! &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have an extremely good understanding of beginner, intermediate, and&lt;br /&gt;advanced level commonly confused English words, getting at least 75% of&lt;br /&gt;each of these three levels' questions correct. This is an &lt;b&gt;exceptional&lt;/b&gt; score. Remember, these are &lt;i&gt;commonly confused&lt;/i&gt; English words, which means most people don't use them properly. You got an extremely respectable score.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much for taking my test. I hope you enjoyed it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the complete Answer Key, visit my blog: http://shortredhead78.blogspot.com/. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td align="center"&gt;  &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;table cellpadding="20"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt; &lt;span id="comparisonarea"&gt;My test tracked 4 variables How you compared to other people &lt;i&gt;your age and gender&lt;/i&gt;:&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="4"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="middle"&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="black" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#b2cfff" height="20" width="102"&gt;&lt;img src="http://is0.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="white" width="48"&gt;&lt;img src="http://is0.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="middle"&gt;You scored higher than &lt;b&gt;68%&lt;/b&gt; on &lt;b&gt;Beginner&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="middle"&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="black" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#b2cfff" height="20" width="108"&gt;&lt;img src="http://is0.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="white" width="42"&gt;&lt;img src="http://is0.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="middle"&gt;You scored higher than &lt;b&gt;72%&lt;/b&gt; on &lt;b&gt;Intermediate&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="middle"&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="black" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#b2cfff" height="20" width="125"&gt;&lt;img src="http://is0.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="white" width="25"&gt;&lt;img src="http://is0.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="middle"&gt;You scored higher than &lt;b&gt;83%&lt;/b&gt; on &lt;b&gt;Advanced&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="middle"&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="black" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#b2cfff" height="20" width="47"&gt;&lt;img src="http://is0.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="white" width="103"&gt;&lt;img src="http://is0.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="middle"&gt;You scored higher than &lt;b&gt;31%&lt;/b&gt; on &lt;b&gt;Expert&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;table cellpadding=20&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Link: &lt;a href='http://www.okcupid.com/tests/take?testid=14457200288064322170'&gt;The Commonly Confused Words Test&lt;/a&gt; written by &lt;a href='http://www.okcupid.com/profile?tuid=577245280159428717'&gt;shortredhead78&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a  href='http://www.okcupid.com'&gt;Ok Cupid&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. I scored horribly in Advanced, but the good thing is I got 100% for the first 3. Hmm. Maybe I'm stuck with Secondary School English. :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11022350-111285604404371088?l=pensivetabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/feeds/111285604404371088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11022350&amp;postID=111285604404371088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11022350/posts/default/111285604404371088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11022350/posts/default/111285604404371088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/2005/04/slacking-at-work.html' title='Slacking at work'/><author><name>PensiveTabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15655859993313786769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11022350.post-111156811952221115</id><published>2005-03-23T16:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T16:55:19.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recent Developments</title><content type='html'>Wa, so tired lately. Prob cos I have been sleeping later then usual, and there are still remnants of the flu virus left. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally some time on my hands to keep track of what I have been up to of late. Actually, have been quite busy at work, as I have recently shifted my cube, away from the main bustling street, to a quiet suburb. Hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back at home, I have just watched Kill Bill Vol1 and 2 with my SO. Wa, most bloody show I have seen as yet. Overall the show is still quite nice(not cos of the gore). Next stop, I must get my lazy ass to watch The GodFather. woot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have been spending the rest of my time doing my trading stuff, stuff like registering for accounts, looking ar charts, reviewing my trading plans. Realised that my trading plans for Forex doesnt really work with the US stocks which I'm eyeing of, as some characteristics differ. So I'm spending some time to improvise. Decided not to rely so much on my trading partner, he might not be so generous to share. For me, once I come up with something, I dont mind sharing with anyone who is genuinely interested. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, the roses test actually inspired me a lot. In many ways, its akin to my search for a sound trading plan. You know whats the question, but its not the true question, for it only gives you a guide for your answer, but not how to solve it. It makes you think how you should define the question, which made me determined, that like that rose prob, I can solve this too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, I am aided by Faith and Determination, not to mention a little bit of sense lah. Hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Havent been mentioning the blessings in my life for a while, and today, I shall dedicate it to my SO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++&lt;br /&gt;I'm blessed with a very wonderful wife.(L)&lt;br /&gt;++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.S. dont cringe/laugh/make fun of me now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11022350-111156811952221115?l=pensivetabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/feeds/111156811952221115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11022350&amp;postID=111156811952221115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11022350/posts/default/111156811952221115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11022350/posts/default/111156811952221115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/2005/03/recent-developments.html' title='Recent Developments'/><author><name>PensiveTabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15655859993313786769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11022350.post-111118970730207489</id><published>2005-03-19T07:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-19T11:39:51.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why do you blog?</title><content type='html'>Often I see posts about how to increase the number of hits to your blog, which made me wonder, why does one blog?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think there are 2 camps to this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i) From the blue corner, our dear neurotic teacher, &lt;a href="http://myplaypen.blogspot.com"&gt;Ondine&lt;/a&gt;. Her purpose(imho) is to document down what shes going through in life, so that 10 years down the road, she can look back at herself, and see what she has gone through, as each experience made her to who she is today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ii) From the red corner, our &lt;a href="http://xiaxue.blogspot.com"&gt;Miss XX&lt;/a&gt;, whose blog generates revenue for her. Though it would be presumptous to say that she writes for the sole purpose of attracting interest to her blog, but I would say sometimes, she is under duress to blog about something which people would like to read about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Disclaimer : I dont mean they are fighting each other, like in a boxing ring, I thought it would be a novel way of introducing the 2 sides. heh)&lt;br /&gt;For me, I'm more towards he blue corner. If they are readers, that will be a plus point of course :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have written down my resolve in this blog(prev entry), and I shall succeed. I shall visit it again, on my 30th birthday, to show that I have succeeded. Till then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11022350-111118970730207489?l=pensivetabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/feeds/111118970730207489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11022350&amp;postID=111118970730207489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11022350/posts/default/111118970730207489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11022350/posts/default/111118970730207489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/2005/03/why-do-you-blog.html' title='Why do you blog?'/><author><name>PensiveTabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15655859993313786769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11022350.post-111118921564496330</id><published>2005-03-19T07:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-19T07:40:59.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My resolve</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will have SGD500K in my bank account, &lt;br /&gt;on the day of my 30th birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there, this is my goal. To think it, to ask for it, and I will think of ways to make it happen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11022350-111118921564496330?l=pensivetabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/feeds/111118921564496330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11022350&amp;postID=111118921564496330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11022350/posts/default/111118921564496330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11022350/posts/default/111118921564496330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/2005/03/my-resolve.html' title='My resolve'/><author><name>PensiveTabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15655859993313786769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11022350.post-111116142838525573</id><published>2005-03-18T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-19T07:41:33.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How many do you think there are?</title><content type='html'>Try this &lt;a href="http://crux.baker.edu/cdavis09/roses.html"&gt; test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My trading friend passed it to me, he solved it in a hour. I'm not going to say how long I took. :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11022350-111116142838525573?l=pensivetabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/feeds/111116142838525573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11022350&amp;postID=111116142838525573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11022350/posts/default/111116142838525573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11022350/posts/default/111116142838525573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/2005/03/how-many-do-you-think-there-are.html' title='How many do you think there are?'/><author><name>PensiveTabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15655859993313786769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11022350.post-111111643058523197</id><published>2005-03-18T11:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-18T11:27:10.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things to do</title><content type='html'>After being through many other blogs, I started to realise how pathetic mine looks. Ha. Therefore,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i) I shall resolve to learn some basic HTML(which shouldnt be too difficult. I only have a mental block with C++) hee. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, time to do some more reading of the book I mentioned earlier. Incidentally I found out yesterday that one of my colleagues(who is doing MLM in his free time) is reading that book also. I mentioned to him that this is my second reading, and he made a very interesting point, i.e. , that the book reveals to you what you are ready to receive. In other words, different people who read the book has a very different understanding. So Paul, if you are reading this, go read lah. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend whos much more advanced in trading, had made some revelations to me about the US stock market which are very interesting. :D There is still much for me to learn. Woot. So the second thing I need to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ii) learn how to use the filters in &lt;a href="http://www.optionsxpress.com"&gt;optionxpress&lt;/a&gt;. The last time I tried, I gave up. Will do better this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, I need to &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iii) Get well soon! ( Been down with flu of late. Rats)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, think I shall end here, lunch soon. Hmm, maybe i'll write more when I'm in the mood later. Heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11022350-111111643058523197?l=pensivetabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/feeds/111111643058523197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11022350&amp;postID=111111643058523197' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11022350/posts/default/111111643058523197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11022350/posts/default/111111643058523197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/2005/03/things-to-do.html' title='Things to do'/><author><name>PensiveTabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15655859993313786769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11022350.post-111105545387015291</id><published>2005-03-17T18:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-18T11:15:17.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Food for thought</title><content type='html'>Bah, couldnt think of a better title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It does look kinda lame, but I shall change it later if something interesting comes to mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Significant Other(SO) commented that her colleague is very sure I would write about the book I'm reading(like all other bloggers do), hmm, but I shall desist(is there such a word?). I cant write too much about the book in case someone uses the copyright law to sue my S off. But heres some food for thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book mentioned that, no matter how much I ask from Life, Life will willingly pay. I got the concept of that(as in why it happens). Ok, the book also lays out some steps I will have to prepare myself with. This is something along the lines of "How much do you want to have, and by when?", and "What are you willing to give up for it?" Interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another point to chew on, is to rule out the word impossible. Well, in my (warped) reasoning, nothing is impossible(to anyone), it just depends on how long it will take for the individual(or the group of individuals, for that matter) to make it possible. The key thing is the amount of time needed. For some things, the time needed will exceed the lifetime of the individual, but as long as the vision+determination is present, it will become possible. So there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++&lt;br /&gt;Good thing that happened to me:&lt;br /&gt;There have been new revelations in my trading efforts.&lt;br /&gt;++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++&lt;br /&gt;Good thing that happened yesterday:&lt;br /&gt;Managed to have lunch with my SO. :)&lt;br /&gt;++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11022350-111105545387015291?l=pensivetabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/feeds/111105545387015291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11022350&amp;postID=111105545387015291' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11022350/posts/default/111105545387015291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11022350/posts/default/111105545387015291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/2005/03/food-for-thought.html' title='Food for thought'/><author><name>PensiveTabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15655859993313786769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11022350.post-111088052834388196</id><published>2005-03-15T17:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T17:55:28.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My morning with Mum</title><content type='html'>+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++&lt;br /&gt;Today blessing:&lt;br /&gt;I spent some quality time with Mum today!&lt;br /&gt;+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, funny way to start my entry. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum's dentures have been giving her some problems of late, and she scheduled to go the the dentist's office this morning. And the good thing is, I managed to drive her there. :D Its quite difficult to get her to agree to let me drive her somewhere, my mum, cos she insists that she can manage by herself(she definitely can, my mum is one tough cookie), and she doesnt want to trouble me, that I'll be late if I drive her, etc, etc. So, that explains why I'm glad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She sorta talked to me about the problems in our family(which made me a little sad), but I was glad she was able to open up to me. Though I have breakfast and dinner with her almost every other day, its mostly small talk, as the time and place doesnt really allow otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I felt really comforted that she understood my intentions, of wanting to bring her to a nice Chinatown restaurant to have tim sum this coming Sunday, though she wanted me to cancel. I'll cancel, for now, but I definitely will bring her and Dad to a nice place to have a nice meal someday. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though it was a short 5 minutes or so, I felt very contented..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11022350-111088052834388196?l=pensivetabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/feeds/111088052834388196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11022350&amp;postID=111088052834388196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11022350/posts/default/111088052834388196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11022350/posts/default/111088052834388196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/2005/03/my-morning-with-mum.html' title='My morning with Mum'/><author><name>PensiveTabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15655859993313786769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11022350.post-111078579150492697</id><published>2005-03-14T15:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T18:29:03.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting reads on the Sunday Times</title><content type='html'>Came across 2 interesting reads on the Sunday Times yesterday. They are on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) How one should count your blessings, from Ms Chia(I dint bring the paper today, so I hope i dint get her name wrong), who learnt the real meaning of why one should count their blessings, after her successful fight with cancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which made me wake up, and I decided to really really appreciate life more, by being more positive, and less negative, to be mindful of the good things that are happening all around me all the time, instead of harping on the unhappy ones. From this day on, I shall record down at least 1 blessing everyday, to show how life is wonderful. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) How Singaporeans are fond of making themselves upset/depressed angry from Mr Colin Goh, founder of the most interesting site &lt;a href ="http://www.talkingcock.com"&gt;TalkingCock.Com&lt;/a&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He illustrates this by saying how Singaporean drivers curse and and swear at someone who swerved into their lane, even though the person "under curse" couldnt hear a damn thing.(so true)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how many people lament that they have studied for a course they have 0 interest in, and thus stuck in a job where they have absolutely no passion for. And when they are asked, 'Why do you choose it in the first place?', their answer is,'Cos so-and-so said it is good for me.'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, this used to describe the 'old' me to a certain extent, just that I knew what I was doing when I first chose the course to read in NTU. For my case, I overestimated something, which made me miss a crucial step to where I wanted to go. Hence, I am where I am now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another interesting thing about the above example is, that when people encounter some difficulties/unfortunate events, they blame everyone, except themselves. Few notice this, but I can see it everywhere. I fall victim to this some of the time, but I'm definitely on the 'road to recovery. ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm reading a book on how thoughts could transform your life. It titled "Think and Grow Rich". I found this book familiar when my friend sent to me. It was until I printed it, and another colleague saw me collecting the printout, before remarking that he has actually lent it to me before. I muse at how Fate has brought me a second chance to read the book, and I shall really read it seriuosly this time.(The prev time i read it, I just sped-read through it without digesting it, just because I could). :p How egoistic of me then. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still on the subject of the book, it occured to me, that I have actually used the power of my mind before, that was the period when I courted my wife, who was my colleague then. Despite all the difficulties(trust me, these will put a normal man off), I knew what I wanted, and eventually I have a wonderful wife. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall use it again, to prove that I have what it takes, to reach where I want to, to reap what I sow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+++++++++++++++++++++++&lt;br /&gt;Blessing for the day:&lt;br /&gt;My cat has recovered from flu! :)&lt;br /&gt;+++++++++++++++++++++++&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11022350-111078579150492697?l=pensivetabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/feeds/111078579150492697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11022350&amp;postID=111078579150492697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11022350/posts/default/111078579150492697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11022350/posts/default/111078579150492697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensivetabby.blogspot.com/2005/03/interesting-reads-on-sunday-times.html' title='Interesting reads on the Sunday Times'/><author><name>PensiveTabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15655859993313786769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
