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  <title>Where we are but elsewhere</title>
  <subtitle>LKF JO.</subtitle>
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    <name>LKF JO.</name>
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  <updated>2009-11-10T06:10:10Z</updated>
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    <title>In memory of little Wanderer. Gone with the wind.</title>
    <published>2009-11-10T06:10:10Z</published>
    <updated>2009-11-10T06:10:10Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Woke up at 12pm to find one baby dead. All pale and in a very light shade of pink. The remaining 5 babies were all cuddled up together, breathing, wriggling, all in a dark shade of pink. It's upsetting to see 1 gone just like that. It probably had no milk from mommy and it could have been that little one that was crawling to the other side of the cage last night since I found it at the same place just now, this time dead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope and pray that these 5 babies will be healthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg61/peetoes/Photo0365newpixon.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Wanderer. Gone with the wind. Lived for about 10 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg61/peetoes/Photo0369deadwanderer.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>peetoes @ 2009-11-10T03:25:00</title>
    <published>2009-11-09T19:38:00Z</published>
    <updated>2009-11-09T19:41:14Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was chatting with Eileen Tan online at about 2am just now and telling her that Snowy's towel has blood. So we both were researching about why there was blood until about 2.55am. I then told Eileen that I was going to check up on Snowy before turning into bed and when I went to check up on her, guess what? I SAW 6 LITTLE PINKIE BABIES! I ran to my mother's room, woke her up and ran to my room to grab my phone and dialed Eileen's number immediately and told her the good news! All almost cleaned up and Snowy was lying down. So I guess she must have given birth at about 2.30am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 LITTLE PINKIE BABIES. What should I name them? Oh dear, so cute! They have no fur now of course but you feel so proud when you see 6 little bodies moving and crawling around. A sense of joy and love. That's what I call happiness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg61/peetoes/PB100762.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the camera, mom took this picture and managed to capture all 6 of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg61/peetoes/Photo0361.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg61/peetoes/Photo0362.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From my phone, 1 crawled to the other side and the remaining 5 babies near mommy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cage is pretty much bloody, Snowy's ass is really bloody too. I can't clean it up for fear of a different scent. I'll just have to ring my vet up tomorrow and see what he says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT I AM SO PROUD OF HER AND FLAKEY. &lt;br /&gt;6 little fat pinkie babies. &lt;br /&gt;I texted Sherman, Loretta, Gynette, Zixin, Ten, Eileen, Rachel and Lisa. Rang Eileen Tan up.&lt;br /&gt;I am just so excited!!!&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>Some pictures for update</title>
    <published>2009-11-09T14:20:34Z</published>
    <updated>2009-11-09T14:20:34Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg61/peetoes/Photo0344newpixon.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Placed a cut up cardboard and cotton wools to sub for her fur inside the cage to aid in her nesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg61/peetoes/Photo0345.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's collecting all her fur and cotton balls from around the cage and placing them in the cardboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg61/peetoes/Photo0351.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flakey in a new cage?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg61/peetoes/Photo0356.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went over to my cousin's house and got a cage from them to house Flakey for the next 1 month. And their cage is the exact same one and size as mine. Only difference is a darker shade of green. You can see Snowy collecting her fur and cotton balls. It's all in her mouth. She looks like Santa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Sherman called just now! He didn't switch on his phone for the last few days cause he was busy/saving his phone battery because he can't charge/out in the forest. It's nice to hear his voice, loud and clear. But I was in a rush to go over to my cousin's place so we didn't talk long. Adding on, its damn bloody expensive man! $1.50 for a text message, what more a 10 minute call right? He has only 39 bucks left in his prepaid. Oh well, he'll get through it. It's not so tough to the extent where he breaks down right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am constantly thinking about that incident. It's definitely not easy to just simply forgive and forget. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:peetoes:219720</id>
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    <title>SNOWY IS GOING TO BE A MOMMY</title>
    <published>2009-11-09T05:24:42Z</published>
    <updated>2009-11-09T07:51:34Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: larger;"&gt;Snowy is pulling out her own fur and Flakey's fur.&lt;br /&gt;She's preparing a nest to give birth! YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But poor Flakey have to deal with his own fur being pulled out by Snowy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(EXTRACT FROM http://flakeyandsnowy.shutterfly.com/)&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Yep, the title says it all. Snowy is currently preparing a nest bed to give birth. She's pulling out her fur as well as Flakey's fur but I took Flakey out just in case, she accidentally hurts him by pulling out his flesh too. Haha, and I'm so excited! The doctor says it takes about 24 hours for her to give birth and currently, she's just lying down on the floor bed of the cage and she don't seem to be hyperventilating. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: larger;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg61/peetoes/Photo0335.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flakey in my mom's shower. He's got a big place to run but he keeps lying down at the door. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg61/peetoes/Photo0338-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chunks of fur in Snowy's mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg61/peetoes/Photo0340.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's just a little bit of fur on the floor bed. There was much more but I threw them away thinking it was just shedding of fur. There's bits of fur everywhere now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg61/peetoes/Photo0343.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Snowy is breathing really hard now. Can't afford to shower her so she has yellow fur.&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>peetoes @ 2009-11-09T01:55:00</title>
    <published>2009-11-08T18:01:31Z</published>
    <updated>2009-11-08T18:02:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg61/peetoes/Photo0329.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went shopping on my own before going to my auntie's apartment hotel behind Paragon. Bought 2 chunky bangles, a ring and a dress from Topshop. Wanted to spend more but I couldn't find anything else to spend. Went to New Look, a new label now in Ion and the items are not bad, quite Topshop style. Bought 2 dresses there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't gotten enough yet, this is only the start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no calls or messages from Sherman, guess there's no signal. And so far I'm taking it good. In fact, I didn't even think about him calling or texting! Haha, probably cause I got use to the fact that half the time, he's always away. I'm not even missing him right now. That's bad. Okay Joanna, start missing Sherman right now!&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>peetoes @ 2009-11-08T01:41:00</title>
    <published>2009-11-07T17:44:19Z</published>
    <updated>2009-11-07T17:44:37Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Long gone were those times&lt;br /&gt;When I had the time of my life&lt;br /&gt;When my life was completely different from the life I'm living now&lt;br /&gt;When I had different people around me&lt;br /&gt;When I didn't have to think about everything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>peetoes @ 2009-11-06T23:46:00</title>
    <published>2009-11-06T15:53:01Z</published>
    <updated>2009-11-06T15:53:01Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg61/peetoes/Photo0304.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sherman's 23rd birthday on Tuesday. Went over to White Sands and bought him a cake before he came over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg61/peetoes/Photo0311.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had their bath today and here, they'll all cleaned and dried up. &lt;br /&gt;Flakey kissing Snowy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No pictures from Sherman's departure. No time to take pictures too.&lt;br /&gt;Received a message from him but only one. Haha, well at least I got a message from him!&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>peetoes @ 2009-11-06T12:31:00</title>
    <published>2009-11-06T04:44:06Z</published>
    <updated>2009-11-06T04:49:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sherman's in the plane right now. Been about 1 hour already. &lt;br /&gt;Got 3 whole weeks ahead of me. &lt;br /&gt;Hopefully the forests there has signal so he can text me with his Singtel prepaid card.&lt;br /&gt;He left his phone and his sim card with me so I could use the data plan while on the go. &lt;br /&gt;Haha, now I have internet wherever I am.&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>peetoes @ 2009-11-06T01:31:00</title>
    <published>2009-11-05T17:31:46Z</published>
    <updated>2009-11-05T17:32:02Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;3 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;3 bloody weeks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>peetoes @ 2009-11-04T18:36:00</title>
    <published>2009-11-04T10:46:08Z</published>
    <updated>2009-11-04T11:53:30Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Finally I feel free and I don't have to think about books, notes, formulas and whatelse.&lt;br /&gt;I can like finally sleep and not worry about not sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over to Ann Siang just now in the afternoon and Sherman spent a bomb on a Filippa K pants and a Fred Perry Laurel t-shirt. And I'm aiming at the Fred Perry wallet that cost $199 but I have discount... HAHAHA. Sherman's gonna get it for me for Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am off to pick mom from the airport in a while's time and then tonight it's sotong catching. Hopefully this time we'll get some sotong.&lt;br /&gt;And I've been driving quite frequently these days. Good to have that.&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>peetoes @ 2009-11-03T00:16:00</title>
    <published>2009-11-02T16:17:08Z</published>
    <updated>2009-11-02T16:17:28Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: larger;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRD DAY DARLING!&lt;br /&gt;HOHOHO, YOU'RE 23. SO OLD.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>peetoes @ 2009-11-02T22:50:00</title>
    <published>2009-11-02T14:52:37Z</published>
    <updated>2009-11-02T14:52:37Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;AM&lt;br /&gt;VERY&lt;br /&gt;STRESSED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REALLY&lt;br /&gt;VERY&lt;br /&gt;STRESSED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;DON'T&lt;br /&gt;KNOW &lt;br /&gt;HOW&lt;br /&gt;MUCH &lt;br /&gt;LONGER &lt;br /&gt;I &lt;br /&gt;CAN&lt;br /&gt;TAKE.&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>peetoes @ 2009-11-02T21:05:00</title>
    <published>2009-11-02T13:10:56Z</published>
    <updated>2009-11-02T13:13:32Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't know what's causing all these but I just feel very low. Like there's no meaning to life. I'm looking at pictures of sunsets, forests, trees and stonning out in front of my laptop. I just finished module 1 and module 2 of econs and have module 3 left to go and then I'm done. I feel so... I don't even know what's the word to describe what I'm feeling right now. It's like life sucks and I hate it. I just feel like jumping from a cliff down into the ocean below or walking into a forest and don't care where I'm going. I don't want to bring anything, no phones no communication devices. Just want to be by myself. There's nothing in my head now. It's clear and all I'm thinking of is being away from the world, from everything. I just wished I could disappear from this world. I don't even want to talk to anyone now but I clicked on Eileen Tan and told her whatever I just typed. She says it could be due to the monthly period, the exams stress and that other thing. But I don't know. I just feel fucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wished I was hiking now and getting bitten by mosquitoes. At least it will be better than all these shit.&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>peetoes @ 2009-11-02T03:15:00</title>
    <published>2009-11-01T19:15:03Z</published>
    <updated>2009-11-01T19:49:31Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just put a stop to my studying for the night. Covered 3 chapters but there's still plenty more to go before the paper on Wednesday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And then, thoughts ran through my mind again.&lt;br /&gt;'Once bitten, twice shy' - sure this phrase is common, people should know the meaning to it. My week had been hectic. It was crazy. Not only once, but twice I was bitten. Huge impact. I believe that no matter how long you know someone, there are still some things left undiscovered. And slowly bit by bit, you find out every single detail about the person. It can take a year, 2 years or maybe forever to find out everything and yet, when you come to know about that detail, it either makes you happy or upsets you. In my case, the latter. I was pretty down the whole week, feeling low and practically not interested in anything or anyone. Adding on, I had 2 papers during the week, wasn't helping much though. You see, there are some things in life that can be very sensitive and should be avoided at all cost because these things can either make you or break you. Like I said, it broke me. What is there more to say? &lt;br /&gt;Things that happened this week had already left a deep imprint on me. It's impossible to just forget it or kick out that thought. I was just telling L that I am never going to forget this and should this ever happen again, I'll definitely reconsider and then play my cards right. And to those who knew about this, thanks for being there. You guys are love.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;Disappointed because I knew you were never like that. Never.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I'm listening to this song. River of Stars - Paul Schwartz. If you ever come across this song, take some time to listen to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;and i shall ride this river made of stars&lt;br /&gt;'til i have reached the steaming shore where you are&amp;quot;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>peetoes @ 2009-11-01T00:37:00</title>
    <published>2009-10-31T16:37:07Z</published>
    <updated>2009-10-31T16:37:07Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To the extent where I really dislike her. Not going to use the word 'hate'. Too crude.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;small&gt;Posted via &lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/cosysoftware_en/"&gt;LiveJournal.app&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>peetoes @ 2009-10-29T20:19:00</title>
    <published>2009-10-29T12:32:15Z</published>
    <updated>2009-10-29T12:37:46Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Marketing exam was I don't know. Okay perhaps? MCQ has give away questions like introducing whitening creams and who will be most keen in buying them. Amercians, Europeans, Alaksans, ASIANS and another one but also has white skin. So the answer is obviously, Asian. Wah my fuck, 1 mark given to me openly. I literally laughed out loud when I saw the question. Structured and case based study questions on the other hand, I dare not say it's easy nor is it difficult. All I just hope is that I wrote my points and didn't go out of points. I was like a writing maniac just now. Wrote non stop and in fact I made full good use of almost the 3 hours given. Haha and I thought I'll be able to finish and leave early...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And right now, I hope I'll be strong because I got a feeling I'm getting sick. My whole body is aching, I feel heavy and my mentality is telling me that I need to give up soon. The last time I slept was the night before. So it was Tuesday night that I had sleep. That night when I drank alcohol too. And the whole of last night, BAMP! No sleep at all, wide awake, sitting up on my bed, reading my fucking marketing textbook and to add on, I didn't even manage to finish all chapters. I had to continue in the train on the way to school this morning too. I managed to get a 2 full hours of nap just now and just woke up not long. So at least, some rest for 2 hours. My body still will be able to handle what's coming up next, I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how much more can I take. I still got another paper on Saturday and next Wednesday. Since my brother is out with mom, I texted him and asked him to buy a few cans of red bull for me just so I can still push myself to the max. I don't really care if I fall sick but if I do, I hope it's after the 2 papers that's left to go. Can't afford to lose any chances now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my last 2 right toes are officially numbed due to the extensive amount of times I accidentally kicked my damn dumbbell. &lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>peetoes @ 2009-10-29T01:21:00</title>
    <published>2009-10-28T17:23:52Z</published>
    <updated>2009-10-28T17:23:52Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes it takes time for apologies to be accepted. Especially when things have been blown up to such a large extent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, marketing exam starts at 10am later and ends at 1.15pm. 3 hours and 15 minutes of reading time. &lt;br /&gt;Let's just say, good luck JO, you'll do well. You talk a lot, marketing is going to be easy for you.&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>peetoes @ 2009-10-28T00:31:00</title>
    <published>2009-10-27T16:33:53Z</published>
    <updated>2009-10-28T06:33:19Z</updated>
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&lt;br /&gt;A man who has committed a mistake and doesn't correct it is committing another mistake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Red"&gt;Confucius&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is how much I want to say.&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>peetoes @ 2009-10-27T01:22:00</title>
    <published>2009-10-26T17:23:43Z</published>
    <updated>2009-10-26T17:24:26Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Read some stuff that wasn't meant for me to read.&lt;br /&gt;So now I really know what's going on after so long.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you very much.&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>peetoes @ 2009-10-26T23:23:00</title>
    <published>2009-10-26T15:33:03Z</published>
    <updated>2009-10-26T17:22:42Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Taking a short break from the books. I find it difficult to adjust to this. For the past 3 years, school was a huge playground for me. I never had to pick a textbook up or even notes to study. In fact, I have never really studied for a test because tests in RP were all open book online tests. So for 3 years, I played, had lots of fun and basically just smoked my way through graduation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now whatever I'm doing just makes me think back of the last time I actually studied - in secondary school. There were books and notes and whatelse. But that was 4 years ago. I find it a difficulty to go back to that stamina of studying. And often now when I study, I tend to drift off. I wish I never went to RP. It's just not really suitable for people who further their studies after graduation. They just lose 'it' after 3 years. Just like I did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually wondering whether will I get through this semester exam. Cause if I don't, it means I have to retain. And seriously, who wants that right? I'm feeling quite screwed up right now.&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>peetoes @ 2009-10-24T18:24:00</title>
    <published>2009-10-24T10:25:22Z</published>
    <updated>2009-10-24T10:25:22Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How about this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My exams are on the 29th, 31st and 4th.&lt;br /&gt;Sherman's birthday is on the 3rd.&lt;br /&gt;Sherman is leaving for Australia overseas training on the 6th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FML please.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>peetoes @ 2009-10-24T15:29:00</title>
    <published>2009-10-24T07:33:37Z</published>
    <updated>2009-10-24T07:37:00Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I got the car yesterday and I vroom vroom to Jalan Kayu and from there, I vroom back to Changi General Hospital because Sherman got stung by a bee on Thursday night. Loretta came over to the hospital to find me cause she needed fresh air and she complaining about stuff. Over to Summer Breeze but since Sherman was feeling drowsy, we left there early. Couldn't send Loretta home, I felt bad. Sorry babe and I hope you'll enjoying your life in Batam right now! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No car today so no vrooming around.&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>peetoes @ 2009-10-23T14:04:00</title>
    <published>2009-10-23T06:07:50Z</published>
    <updated>2009-10-23T06:08:05Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I woke up just in time for this.&lt;br /&gt;Brother wanted to drive to work today because his bike has no more petrol and he didn't want to pump it because he'll be going in Malaysia on Sunday for the Moto GP. But I told him that I had plans already and I needed the car. I said 'please' too. Haha, and in the end, he came out of his room carrying his helmet and he smiled at me. Haha, so I got the car today! YAY!&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>peetoes @ 2009-10-22T16:24:00</title>
    <published>2009-10-22T08:41:46Z</published>
    <updated>2009-10-22T16:11:41Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know that I've been getting a lot of views about this. People talking behind my back about me getting tattoos. Whether my father allows, whether my mother allows and all those yada yada yada. They discuss these questions and often they conclude with 'The parents sure disagree, she probably went against them and went to do it.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright let me get this clear which I don't see why I am even explaining but yeah, just to clear all your minds. My parents allowed it. I remembered my mom even told me (when I went to get my 1st and 2nd) not to be scared and just tahan the pain. And when my dad came back, I showed him the tattoos and he playfully wanted to pinch them. He even said he also wants a tattoo. And my brother, well he thinks I'm crazy but yet he says that I'm daring. And he was so interested in the last tattoo I did, he kept asking questions about the price, the pain, he was just so curious. Just last night when I was on the phone with dad, mom kept staring at my old tattoo and after I hung up, mom said 'I also want to put one sentence at the same place likes yours.' And she showed me her arm but I told her, lots of veins, it's going to be painful and it will definitely bleed. When she heard that, she gave me a really frightened look and said 'okay then maybe I won't think of doing it anymore'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents are open minded, they are FINE with all these. They aren't those typical traditional kind of parents who think tattoos are BAD BAD BAD. My brother always wanted to have a tribal sign on him but he is always scared of the pain. But I always tell him, 'if I get through the worst parts of the body, I'm sure you can.' Worst parts are rib, boney areas, upper arms...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, my 2 old tattoos were done quite some time back on the same day (so you can imagine the pain x2). On my right biceps and down my right rib. Biceps aren't painful but got to say that I felt the needle penetrate in and drag across the skin. That feeling was like woah. Rib were painful but come on, how painful can it get right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg61/peetoes/1sttattoo6ab.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to get my 3rd tattoo done last Sunday on my left back arm. The pain was okay until it came nearer to the upper arm. Woah, when my artist was doing that area, I was like damnnnnnnnn. But eventually, I got it done. It's swollen in this picture because it was taken 10 minutes after the tattoo was done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg61/peetoes/3rdtattoo4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All tattoos done, Sherman was there. And for my first 2 tattoos, Ham and Gyn was there. Ham brought a towel for me to bite and I definitely had great use for it when it came to the rib.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay yeah, all is clear now eh?&lt;br /&gt;And if you think I'm bullshitting about all these, think again. Why would I waste my time to type all these down when I have to study and why would I lie when my brother and mother reads my blog?&lt;br /&gt;And one more thing, if you know me well, you'll know that I NEVER bullshit.&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>peetoes @ 2009-10-22T01:34:00</title>
    <published>2009-10-21T17:37:25Z</published>
    <updated>2009-10-21T17:37:40Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've been studying day and night since Monday and I'm still studying all the way to exams which starts next Thursday. &lt;br /&gt;Just 3 modules, but it feels like there's 10 modules. So much so study, so damn little time.&lt;br /&gt;And what I really hate, is that textbooks are so effing thick and I have to study every damn detail.&lt;br /&gt;Just wish all these will be over.&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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