<?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-7423803569954382018</id><updated>2011-08-24T20:46:04.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Opening up to the world...:)</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teddybearpaws.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423803569954382018/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teddybearpaws.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Nicole Quah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10199710344589404122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SHRnl5puUWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/zd7PQd5q_xM/S220/IMG_0094.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>53</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7423803569954382018.post-2291536944866235504</id><published>2010-05-19T14:20:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T16:24:23.082+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays, I love thee</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/S_OMFpy09JI/AAAAAAAAAZM/LQHNkZ3f4Ag/s1600/IMG_0015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472872000931558546" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/S_OMFpy09JI/AAAAAAAAAZM/LQHNkZ3f4Ag/s400/IMG_0015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;The past few weeks for me have been nothing short of perfect, or maybe thats just me, easily contented! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I woke up only when my body chose to, there was no need for alarm clocks, I got driven from doorstep to doorstep, I didnt have to run for busses or squeeze with crowds while I got plastered onto the train door,I had my own time, I had my own space, there wasn't a need to cast grins and greetings at strangers or start new conversations each time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Instead I was with people who I could let my hair down with, people whom Ive known all my life, people whom I trust won't judge and scrutinize everything I do or say, because they knew me well enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I was home. And for now, that was all that mattered. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7423803569954382018-2291536944866235504?l=teddybearpaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teddybearpaws.blogspot.com/feeds/2291536944866235504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teddybearpaws.blogspot.com/2010/05/holidays-i-love-thee.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423803569954382018/posts/default/2291536944866235504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423803569954382018/posts/default/2291536944866235504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teddybearpaws.blogspot.com/2010/05/holidays-i-love-thee.html' title='Holidays, I love thee'/><author><name>Nicole Quah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10199710344589404122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SHRnl5puUWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/zd7PQd5q_xM/S220/IMG_0094.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/S_OMFpy09JI/AAAAAAAAAZM/LQHNkZ3f4Ag/s72-c/IMG_0015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7423803569954382018.post-918281630006279842</id><published>2010-04-11T16:02:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T17:37:59.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CPR Please</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Today is Sunday...which means my awesome weekend is about to end ): my one weekend where it felt like I could finally find a comfortable spot here, comfortable enough to call it home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;My past week drove me half insane, as I crammed 8-12 hrs of studying a day, and on Thurs and Fri, completed 12 essay questions and 120 mcqs, much of which I had to conciously push myself to finish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;And its at times like this that I wonder, whether Im made for this, whether Im cut out for something this mentally,physically and emotionally draining...I find myself making it through each time, just because I keep telling myself to push on, even when Im out of breath ,even when I feel that my brain and my eyes are sore... And it doesn't end just because the exams are over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I start my hospital postings TOMORROW at Changi General Hosp! I feel part nervous,part excited,part scared because I know that now its more than books and exams, its going to be all about people, its going to be about life(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;But it also means I've got to wake at 6am everyday and travel approx 1.5 hrs alone to the East side of Singapore.Im scared. I'm turning 22-so old next week, but it sure doesnt feel like it.In fact, I don't feel like Im ready to be 22 .As much as I've always wanted my parents to give me the freedom to make my own decisions, the freedom to date,the freedom to lead my life the way I want to, I know deep down, I secretly wish I could still be a child so that I can reside safely under mummys wings. Maybe this is the start of what it means like to grow up, hee.okay enough whining...I sure hope I'll enjoy my 4 weeks of clinical postings before my real holidays set in! yipss! can't wait (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Can't wait for next weekend too! If i make it through the week that is *_*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7423803569954382018-918281630006279842?l=teddybearpaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teddybearpaws.blogspot.com/feeds/918281630006279842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teddybearpaws.blogspot.com/2010/04/cpr-please.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423803569954382018/posts/default/918281630006279842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423803569954382018/posts/default/918281630006279842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teddybearpaws.blogspot.com/2010/04/cpr-please.html' title='CPR Please'/><author><name>Nicole Quah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10199710344589404122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SHRnl5puUWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/zd7PQd5q_xM/S220/IMG_0094.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7423803569954382018.post-4596667660708671357</id><published>2010-03-17T21:19:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T22:04:22.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Come on Hippocampus, Don't fail me now.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I try at all times to keep my calm,composed,cheerful front going. But how to now? ):  How oh how...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;As of now, Ive got exactly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;21 days &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;to fully revise,comprehend and remember my appprox: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;370++ &lt;/span&gt;sets of lectures notes.I feel tired already, I feel worn out,I feel sore, I feel like how you'll feel at the end of a marathon; the only problem being that, this is the start of my run. Maybe its because I know it will be another 2 months till Im finally home, maybe its because I've had exam after exam without more than a 2day break in between and before my mind had time to rest, and my body time to rejuvenate, I was back at the library studying for the next exam.Even as I write this my eyes are struggling to keep open, and I feel from day to day, as if Im floating past everything thats happening around me, my body present, but my mind drifting.I make daily conversations with people that I sometimes don't even recall at the end of the day,perhaps because all there is space for in my brain right now is that 370 sets of notes, provided I thoroughly cover them in time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I very well know this is not the way to be, for I've learnt that stressing out affects your memory and stops your neurons from regenerating. So help me, remind me,assure me that I'll be alright.&lt;br /&gt;sighs, sobs, grunts *_*. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;We continually remember before our God and Father your work produced by faith, your labour prompted by love, and your endurance inspired by hope in our Lord Jesus Christ- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 1Thessalonians 1:3&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/7423803569954382018-4596667660708671357?l=teddybearpaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teddybearpaws.blogspot.com/feeds/4596667660708671357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teddybearpaws.blogspot.com/2010/03/come-on-hippocampus-dont-fail-me-now.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423803569954382018/posts/default/4596667660708671357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423803569954382018/posts/default/4596667660708671357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teddybearpaws.blogspot.com/2010/03/come-on-hippocampus-dont-fail-me-now.html' title='Come on Hippocampus, Don&apos;t fail me now.'/><author><name>Nicole Quah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10199710344589404122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SHRnl5puUWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/zd7PQd5q_xM/S220/IMG_0094.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7423803569954382018.post-5528004826071721227</id><published>2010-03-03T13:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T13:45:48.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello, where can I find you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;I like the peace and quiet im getting, I like my FBTs, my oversized shirt, and letting my dried and damaged hair down...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;and my mind wanders off and I think about playing with puppies and letting them gnaw on my shirt, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;of frolicking around in a park,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;I think of myself, sitting on a bench eating ice-cream knowing that the whether was cool enough so the ice-cream wouldn't melt, and knowing I could sit there as along as I wanted, and I wouldnt have to rush off to run any errands,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;I see myself lying face front,sprawled out whilst enjoying a good book, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;I think of eveyrthing else, but the task I had at hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt;Now now..., I can't remember the last time I had nowhere to rush to, no exams/deadlines/resposibilities to worry about, no time to keep and no one to be accountable to for my actions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Someone please tell me where I can find that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7423803569954382018-5528004826071721227?l=teddybearpaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teddybearpaws.blogspot.com/feeds/5528004826071721227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teddybearpaws.blogspot.com/2010/03/hello-where-can-i-find-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423803569954382018/posts/default/5528004826071721227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423803569954382018/posts/default/5528004826071721227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teddybearpaws.blogspot.com/2010/03/hello-where-can-i-find-you.html' title='Hello, where can I find you?'/><author><name>Nicole Quah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10199710344589404122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SHRnl5puUWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/zd7PQd5q_xM/S220/IMG_0094.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7423803569954382018.post-2653930896711432172</id><published>2010-02-26T14:36:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T15:02:04.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reasons to Indulge</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/S4dt7LeI1cI/AAAAAAAAAZE/x8cNbcSzc0o/s1600-h/IMG_2733.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442439538159441346" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/S4dt7LeI1cI/AAAAAAAAAZE/x8cNbcSzc0o/s400/IMG_2733.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;                               &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beef wraps with sour cream and greenish looking mash potato&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/S4dt6nJPOEI/AAAAAAAAAY8/NynL0ybo4Ys/s1600-h/IMG_2727.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442439528408102978" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/S4dt6nJPOEI/AAAAAAAAAY8/NynL0ybo4Ys/s400/IMG_2727.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                                                             Nachos and salsa sauce&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/S4dtmDDWq6I/AAAAAAAAAY0/4-gIM89JOv0/s1600-h/IMG_2742.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442439175122365346" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/S4dtmDDWq6I/AAAAAAAAAY0/4-gIM89JOv0/s400/IMG_2742.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                                Warm chocolate tart with a drop of orange sherbert ice cream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/S4dtlq4zX1I/AAAAAAAAAYs/wqh8K5SiugI/s1600-h/IMG_2824.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442439168635658066" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/S4dtlq4zX1I/AAAAAAAAAYs/wqh8K5SiugI/s400/IMG_2824.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/S4dtlcypL3I/AAAAAAAAAYk/OjNC1qTcgJU/s1600-h/IMG_2826.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442439164851728242" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/S4dtlcypL3I/AAAAAAAAAYk/OjNC1qTcgJU/s400/IMG_2826.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                                        'I invite you to watch,smell and feel my love story'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/S4dtk4gp2jI/AAAAAAAAAYc/h7o6oJ6zmyk/s1600-h/IMG_2827.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442439155112598066" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/S4dtk4gp2jI/AAAAAAAAAYc/h7o6oJ6zmyk/s400/IMG_2827.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                  Banana split waffles, tastes better than it looks ;)and definitely worth the calories!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/S4dtkYP3oWI/AAAAAAAAAYU/iBw1EyP7qI4/s1600-h/IMG_2833.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442439146452263266" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/S4dtkYP3oWI/AAAAAAAAAYU/iBw1EyP7qI4/s400/IMG_2833.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                                                    Italian Hot Chocolate in a Hug mug&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reasons:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;i) Chocolate is therapeutic for me (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;ii) Max Brenner is now open in Vivo City, which is nearby, yipee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;iii) Your taste buds start becoming less sensitive as you grow older, so we should all enjoy full blown flavours while we're young&lt;br /&gt;iv) Good food complements good company.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;v) Incase I do develop Type2 Diabetes when I'm older, it wouldnt have been in vain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;vi) I deserve a treat once in ahwhile, I thinkk...  :o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7423803569954382018-2653930896711432172?l=teddybearpaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teddybearpaws.blogspot.com/feeds/2653930896711432172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teddybearpaws.blogspot.com/2010/02/reasons-to-indulge.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423803569954382018/posts/default/2653930896711432172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423803569954382018/posts/default/2653930896711432172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teddybearpaws.blogspot.com/2010/02/reasons-to-indulge.html' title='Reasons to Indulge'/><author><name>Nicole Quah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10199710344589404122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SHRnl5puUWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/zd7PQd5q_xM/S220/IMG_0094.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/S4dt7LeI1cI/AAAAAAAAAZE/x8cNbcSzc0o/s72-c/IMG_2733.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7423803569954382018.post-5992099095715621493</id><published>2010-02-04T12:12:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T19:38:47.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In That Quiet Place</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;In the quiet, in the stillness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;I know that You are God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;In the secret of Your presence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;I know there I am restored&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;When You call I won't refuse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Each new day again I'll choose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;In the chaos, in confusion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;I know You're Sovereign still&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;In the moment of my weakness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;You give me grace to do Your will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;When You call I won't delay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;This my song through all my days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Hillsongs: None But Jesus-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;It was then I realized how much I've missed you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-FAMILY: times new roman"&gt;I realized I've been so preoccupied,my thoughts so scattered and cluttered,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt loved enough, I felt life was going just alright, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-FAMILY: times new roman"&gt;I miss those quiet moments I spent with you telling you about my day,I miss that comfortable silence,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-FAMILY: times new roman"&gt;Never have I felt such comfort and peace in my heart knowing you were there,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing each morning that your grace would have sufficed to bring me through the day,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-FAMILY: times new roman"&gt;I miss singing song of praises and worship to you, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-FAMILY: times new roman"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-FAMILY: times new roman"&gt;I miss learning about the wonders that you do,the lives you've changed, and how we should all be more like you each day, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-FAMILY: times new roman"&gt;Dear God, I miss you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7423803569954382018-5992099095715621493?l=teddybearpaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teddybearpaws.blogspot.com/feeds/5992099095715621493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teddybearpaws.blogspot.com/2010/02/in-that-quiet-place.html#comment-form' title='0 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type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;You're like my own personal brand of Heroin -Edward Cullen-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;You simply can't have it, even though it makes you so happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7423803569954382018-4996804412003237358?l=teddybearpaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teddybearpaws.blogspot.com/feeds/4996804412003237358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teddybearpaws.blogspot.com/2009/12/youre-like-my-own-personal-brand-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423803569954382018/posts/default/4996804412003237358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423803569954382018/posts/default/4996804412003237358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teddybearpaws.blogspot.com/2009/12/youre-like-my-own-personal-brand-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicole Quah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10199710344589404122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SHRnl5puUWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/zd7PQd5q_xM/S220/IMG_0094.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7423803569954382018.post-4148581519287488517</id><published>2009-12-25T01:03:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T02:00:27.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little boy, you made my day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;It was two days ago, that I rested my eyes on the cutest little boy ever :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;He was about 4 years of age, 2 feet tall with puppy eyes and chubby rosy cheeks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I happened to be at a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;children's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; party and it had just come to an end.The crowd was thinning as kids and parents made their way home. Strangely enough the sound system was still blasting dance music, and I watched, &lt;em&gt;amused&lt;/em&gt; ,as this little boy went up the stage and started dancing. He danced, song after song, swayed and jived with such charming elegance as if he'd been born to dance, oblivious of the attention that he was drawing. At that time I was convinced, that yes, some people were indeed born to dance! (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;To him all that mattered was that the music kept playing so that he could keep dancing. He couldn't care less what the crowd thought of him, or &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;whether&lt;/span&gt; he looked like a fool, or whether he was keeping time to the song. I saw in him the beauty that we all lose as we grow up, as we become more educated, more aware and self-concious. We plan and contemplate before speaking and hesitate before doing anything, afraid of what others might say or think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Somewhere along the way, we forgot how to loose ourselves in the music and just, Dance :)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7423803569954382018-4148581519287488517?l=teddybearpaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teddybearpaws.blogspot.com/feeds/4148581519287488517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teddybearpaws.blogspot.com/2009/12/little-boy-you-made-my-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423803569954382018/posts/default/4148581519287488517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423803569954382018/posts/default/4148581519287488517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teddybearpaws.blogspot.com/2009/12/little-boy-you-made-my-day.html' title='Little boy, you made my day'/><author><name>Nicole Quah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10199710344589404122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SHRnl5puUWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/zd7PQd5q_xM/S220/IMG_0094.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7423803569954382018.post-1013631615032809751</id><published>2009-12-23T00:56:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T01:14:16.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Please take a step back</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I'm angry ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what gives you the right to walk into my life and play such a big part in it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;what gives you the right to spend so much time with me and care so much for me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I hate things that don't last. And maybe it wasn't because you cared, maybe it was because you needed someone and I was there, I was convenient for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I hate insincerity, I hate being used. I hate being lied to. and I can't trust you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Forgive me, I'm skeptical, I'm judgmental,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;but I'm merely done with getting hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Its like getting wasted, a transient moment of happiness with bad consequences.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;No, Im not going to let it happen.At least I'll try with all I can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;=/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;maybe I'm overreacting, maybe I'm imagining, but its okay, for blogging is for ranting. right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7423803569954382018-1013631615032809751?l=teddybearpaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teddybearpaws.blogspot.com/feeds/1013631615032809751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teddybearpaws.blogspot.com/2009/12/please-take-step-back.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423803569954382018/posts/default/1013631615032809751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423803569954382018/posts/default/1013631615032809751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teddybearpaws.blogspot.com/2009/12/please-take-step-back.html' title='Please take a step back'/><author><name>Nicole Quah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10199710344589404122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SHRnl5puUWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/zd7PQd5q_xM/S220/IMG_0094.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7423803569954382018.post-1037029937429602429</id><published>2009-12-22T23:32:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T00:53:43.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why do you torment me :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SzD3mrg1zyI/AAAAAAAAAXs/4SY8cP6Q1OE/s1600-h/cicada.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 210px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SzD3mrg1zyI/AAAAAAAAAXs/4SY8cP6Q1OE/s400/cicada.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418102595614265122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I used to believe that God made all beings for a purpose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;but &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;seriously&lt;/span&gt;, a ciccada?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there I was making my way up to the sanctuary floor of my church thinking I would be able to cut a few calories if I took the stairs.And to my utmost horror, my clumsy footsteps woke the two dormant n seemingly dead cicadas!  I screamed a silent scream, scrambled up the steps, threw the coloured paper rolls I had in my hands at the crackling/cackling cicada and I didn't stop running till I was safe and sound within the four walls and a DOOR. the door- I needed it to shut out the cicada song they were singing.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;nightmarish creatures they are :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;*shiverss...*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/DEFAUL%7E1.OEM/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7423803569954382018-1037029937429602429?l=teddybearpaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teddybearpaws.blogspot.com/feeds/1037029937429602429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teddybearpaws.blogspot.com/2009/12/why-do-you-torment-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423803569954382018/posts/default/1037029937429602429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423803569954382018/posts/default/1037029937429602429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teddybearpaws.blogspot.com/2009/12/why-do-you-torment-me.html' title='Why do you torment me :('/><author><name>Nicole Quah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10199710344589404122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SHRnl5puUWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/zd7PQd5q_xM/S220/IMG_0094.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SzD3mrg1zyI/AAAAAAAAAXs/4SY8cP6Q1OE/s72-c/cicada.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7423803569954382018.post-8254515284064254757</id><published>2009-12-21T14:39:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T19:53:43.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Start living,stop the whining</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;If its true that,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;we've got 86400 seconds in a day to turn it all around or throw it all away...we gotta live like we're dying...",&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;does that mean that its okay to act irresponsibly,&lt;br /&gt;does it mean we can screw all the exams and worries about the future/careers,&lt;br /&gt;does it mean we should live for the present and take it that the consequences of our actions don't matter because we might not actually be around to witness it,&lt;br /&gt;that we should actually be splurging all the wealth, and indulging in all the sinfully good things in life,&lt;br /&gt;and that whenever the opportunity of love and happiness comes along the way you should jump at it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I'm not quite sure myself. But I know I would never be able to loosen the grip on my future ,the future that I foolishly think I am in control of.&lt;br /&gt;but I AM sure that lifes too fragile and short to waste your time mourning over a broken heart,or in self-pity.&lt;br /&gt;There is more than this for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Post triggered by the news of 32-yr old Brittany Murphy's death :(&lt;/span&gt; ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7423803569954382018-8254515284064254757?l=teddybearpaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teddybearpaws.blogspot.com/feeds/8254515284064254757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teddybearpaws.blogspot.com/2009/12/86-400-seconds-in-daydont-throw-it-all.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423803569954382018/posts/default/8254515284064254757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423803569954382018/posts/default/8254515284064254757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teddybearpaws.blogspot.com/2009/12/86-400-seconds-in-daydont-throw-it-all.html' title='Start living,stop the whining'/><author><name>Nicole Quah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10199710344589404122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SHRnl5puUWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/zd7PQd5q_xM/S220/IMG_0094.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7423803569954382018.post-2209557027053681974</id><published>2009-12-14T21:21:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T22:23:55.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll Wait For You, Under the Mistletoe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SyZC5mhnJ_I/AAAAAAAAAW0/DF1A7fOwjHo/s1600-h/16636_231912550796_500895796_4715277_6386350_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SyZC5mhnJ_I/AAAAAAAAAW0/DF1A7fOwjHo/s400/16636_231912550796_500895796_4715277_6386350_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415089159321102322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I realized how much I love everything about Christmas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I love the warmth and peace you feel knowing that Christmas is just around t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;he corner, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the carols they play on the radio, and in the malls,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I love watching the lights on the Christmas trees flicker and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;glow,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SyZJ1j9qcLI/AAAAAAAAAXk/XJ2GetIRmm4/s1600-h/16636_232634080796_500895796_4717694_5773452_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SyZJ1j9qcLI/AAAAAAAAAXk/XJ2GetIRmm4/s400/16636_232634080796_500895796_4717694_5773452_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415096786495369394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;and the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;FOOD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;, the sight of Christmas spiced cookies, chocolates, minced pies and Christmas puddings,&lt;br /&gt;...and its only during Christmas that Starbucks has their delicious Toffee Nut Frap,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I love how parents scurry out to get Christm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;as gifts for their kids amidst their busy schedules,&lt;br /&gt;I love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;that its a season to forgive and start loving,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;and most of all...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I love it because its a celebration of the birth of Jesus Christ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;                                                                                                                                                                       &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;                                        MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SyZIDIrv9eI/AAAAAAAAAXU/mazkQpwgZns/s1600-h/IMG_2544.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SyZIDIrv9eI/AAAAAAAAAXU/mazkQpwgZns/s400/IMG_2544.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415094820667389410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SyZHCMZokKI/AAAAAAAAAXM/papiSeeYboY/s1600-h/16636_231912465796_500895796_4715267_1161650_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SyZHCMZokKI/AAAAAAAAAXM/papiSeeYboY/s400/16636_231912465796_500895796_4715267_1161650_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415093704973652130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SyZDAOjPzrI/AAAAAAAAAW8/4X5XqlMLWUk/s1600-h/16636_234144090796_500895796_4724234_7132483_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SyZDAOjPzrI/AAAAAAAAAW8/4X5XqlMLWUk/s400/16636_234144090796_500895796_4724234_7132483_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415089273144594098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SyZDdn7LzwI/AAAAAAAAAXE/IHXZvTh6imk/s1600-h/IMG_2496.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SyZDdn7LzwI/AAAAAAAAAXE/IHXZvTh6imk/s400/IMG_2496.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415089778172088066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7423803569954382018-2209557027053681974?l=teddybearpaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teddybearpaws.blogspot.com/feeds/2209557027053681974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teddybearpaws.blogspot.com/2009/12/ill-wait-for-you-under-mistletoe.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423803569954382018/posts/default/2209557027053681974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423803569954382018/posts/default/2209557027053681974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teddybearpaws.blogspot.com/2009/12/ill-wait-for-you-under-mistletoe.html' title='I&apos;ll Wait For You, Under the Mistletoe'/><author><name>Nicole Quah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10199710344589404122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SHRnl5puUWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/zd7PQd5q_xM/S220/IMG_0094.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SyZC5mhnJ_I/AAAAAAAAAW0/DF1A7fOwjHo/s72-c/16636_231912550796_500895796_4715277_6386350_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7423803569954382018.post-2627108125768872182</id><published>2009-12-06T22:36:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T22:50:13.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Make It Simple</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I've tried understanding relationships, and love,and how one moment you can love someone so much, and the next, you're like complete strangers who never crossed paths.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I even tried reasoning it out, but there was no equation, no flow chart, no theory that could explain it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;So, I chose to make it simple, I chose to take it all in and accept it, and not ask questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also chose to stop loving... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7423803569954382018-2627108125768872182?l=teddybearpaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teddybearpaws.blogspot.com/feeds/2627108125768872182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teddybearpaws.blogspot.com/2009/12/make-it-simple.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423803569954382018/posts/default/2627108125768872182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423803569954382018/posts/default/2627108125768872182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teddybearpaws.blogspot.com/2009/12/make-it-simple.html' title='Make It Simple'/><author><name>Nicole Quah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10199710344589404122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SHRnl5puUWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/zd7PQd5q_xM/S220/IMG_0094.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7423803569954382018.post-7658986088547289703</id><published>2009-10-21T11:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T11:38:16.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Bother With The Teddy Bear?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/St6BSgHSWxI/AAAAAAAAAWs/vEmCKUW-o10/s1600-h/TeddyPon.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 390px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 390px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394891558494558994" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/St6BSgHSWxI/AAAAAAAAAWs/vEmCKUW-o10/s400/TeddyPon.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;This is how me feels, most of the time... and thats why theres the pink bear in my room. hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7423803569954382018-7658986088547289703?l=teddybearpaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teddybearpaws.blogspot.com/feeds/7658986088547289703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teddybearpaws.blogspot.com/2009/10/why-teddy-bear.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423803569954382018/posts/default/7658986088547289703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423803569954382018/posts/default/7658986088547289703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teddybearpaws.blogspot.com/2009/10/why-teddy-bear.html' title='Why Bother With The Teddy Bear?'/><author><name>Nicole Quah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10199710344589404122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SHRnl5puUWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/zd7PQd5q_xM/S220/IMG_0094.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/St6BSgHSWxI/AAAAAAAAAWs/vEmCKUW-o10/s72-c/TeddyPon.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7423803569954382018.post-6383664488992838390</id><published>2009-09-19T15:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T16:01:45.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love and Life by Albert Einstein</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is a random note i got tagged in on FB by Jenny ...and I thought it was very nicely said , so I'll share it with you guys  (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Sometimes in our relentless effort to find the person we love, we fail to recognize and appreciate the people who love us. We miss out on so many beautiful things simply because we allow ourselves to be enslaved by our own selfish concerns.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Go for the man/woman of deeds and not for the man/woman of words, for you will find rewarding happiness, not with the man/woman you love but with the man/woman who loves you more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;The best lovers are those capable of loving from a distance far enough to allow the person to grow but never too far to feel the love within your being.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;To let go of someone doesn’t mean you have to stop loving; it only means that you allow that person to find his/her own happiness without expecting him/her to come back. Letting go is not just setting the other person free, but is also setting yourself free from all the bitterness, hatred, and anger that you keep in your heart. Do not let the bitterness take away your strength and weaken your faith, and never allow pain to dishearten you; but rather let yourself grow with wisdom in bearing it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;You may find peace in loving someone from a distance not expecting something in return. But be careful, for this can sustain life but can never give enough room for us to grow. We can all survive with just beautiful memories of the past, but real peace and happiness come only with open acceptance of what reality is today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;There comes a time in our lives when we chance upon someone so nice and beautiful and we just find ourselves so intensely attracted to that person. This feeling soon becomes a part of our everyday lives and eventually consumes our thoughts and actions. The sad part of it is when we begin to realize that this person feels nothing more for us than just a friendship. We start our desperate attempt to get noticed and be closer, but in the end our efforts are still unrewarded and we end up being sorry for ourselves. You don’t have to forget someone you love. What you need to learn is how to accept the verdict of reality without being bitter or sorry for yourself. Believe me, you would be better off giving that dedication and love to someone more deserving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Don’t let your heart run your life, be sensible and let your mind speak for itself. Listen not only to your feelings but to reason as well.Always remember that if you lose someone today, it means that someone better is coming tomorrow. If you lose love, that doesn’t mean you failed in love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Cry if you have to, but make sure that tears wash away the hurt and the bitterness that the past has left with you. Let go of yesterday and love will find its way back to you. And when it does, pray that it may be the love that will stay and last a lifetime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;There are two ways to live your life: One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle.There is no mistake so painful that love cannot forgive, no past so bitter that love cannot accept, and no love so little that we cannot start all over with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7423803569954382018-6383664488992838390?l=teddybearpaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teddybearpaws.blogspot.com/feeds/6383664488992838390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teddybearpaws.blogspot.com/2009/09/love-and-life-by-albert-einstein.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423803569954382018/posts/default/6383664488992838390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423803569954382018/posts/default/6383664488992838390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teddybearpaws.blogspot.com/2009/09/love-and-life-by-albert-einstein.html' title='Love and Life by Albert Einstein'/><author><name>Nicole Quah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10199710344589404122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SHRnl5puUWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/zd7PQd5q_xM/S220/IMG_0094.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7423803569954382018.post-2269449058863846656</id><published>2009-08-23T16:21:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T20:16:31.871+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Run Away With Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wish, i wish i wish, i could run away,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;away from the pressures of how life functions,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;in a city and in a community, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;where everything physical matters, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;everything material matters, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;everything superficial matters,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i wish i could run away with you, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you who loves me for who I am , &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you who sees that none of this matters at the end of the day, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and you who don't intimidate, don't judge, don't compete,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but as for now, theres no where to run, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;theres no backing out of this ,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've made this choice, I've got to stay....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but come away with me, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;let walk barefoot on white sand,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;lets walk through daffodils, and poppy fields,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;lets walk with the Shepard dog ,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;lets run and forget the worries,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;lets run till we're far from all this,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;just you and me...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7423803569954382018-2269449058863846656?l=teddybearpaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teddybearpaws.blogspot.com/feeds/2269449058863846656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teddybearpaws.blogspot.com/2009/08/run-away-with-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423803569954382018/posts/default/2269449058863846656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423803569954382018/posts/default/2269449058863846656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teddybearpaws.blogspot.com/2009/08/run-away-with-me.html' title='Run Away With Me'/><author><name>Nicole Quah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10199710344589404122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SHRnl5puUWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/zd7PQd5q_xM/S220/IMG_0094.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7423803569954382018.post-685029794673109739</id><published>2009-08-23T13:59:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T14:17:35.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dating Game 09/10</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;These are the much delayed snippets from the &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KR's Dating Game 09/10&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Since I was the senior this year, I had the er, &lt;em&gt;pleasure&lt;/em&gt; of being chased after by the freshmen. All in all it was alot of fun, got to tease and bully the juniors a little(: haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373038080122504594" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SpDdqpJZRZI/AAAAAAAAAWk/oT0V7fIkueY/s400/IMG_1652.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I'm not much of an artsy-fartsy person, but I tried (: This was the 'yes' I did for my date. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SpDbx5CnzKI/AAAAAAAAAWc/tRYSs9DBlYY/s1600-h/IMG_1634.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373036005624892578" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SpDbx5CnzKI/AAAAAAAAAWc/tRYSs9DBlYY/s400/IMG_1634.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; Ballooned flower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SpDbxQEvGSI/AAAAAAAAAWU/S7W7sKKI-gw/s1600-h/IMG_1635.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373035994627905826" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SpDbxQEvGSI/AAAAAAAAAWU/S7W7sKKI-gw/s400/IMG_1635.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; Boon and his out of tune but very sincere serenade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SpDbxGBZVkI/AAAAAAAAAWM/jomrKjqC318/s1600-h/IMG_1637.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373035991929542210" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SpDbxGBZVkI/AAAAAAAAAWM/jomrKjqC318/s400/IMG_1637.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; Thats Fern making her date a Korean/Sri Lankan flag in my room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SpDbwXIeFBI/AAAAAAAAAWE/0mOk2sFHrm4/s1600-h/IMG_1638.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373035979342746642" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SpDbwXIeFBI/AAAAAAAAAWE/0mOk2sFHrm4/s400/IMG_1638.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; Thats Du Yao and Luky :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SpDbvgV9W_I/AAAAAAAAAV8/v9eKy500r6w/s1600-h/IMG_1642.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373035964635372530" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SpDbvgV9W_I/AAAAAAAAAV8/v9eKy500r6w/s400/IMG_1642.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; And this is my decorated door . yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SpDbV4yBtSI/AAAAAAAAAV0/yno2yC52JeQ/s1600-h/IMG_1643.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373035524518950178" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SpDbV4yBtSI/AAAAAAAAAV0/yno2yC52JeQ/s400/IMG_1643.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; Why the pig ): I don't know either. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SpDbVU9vX2I/AAAAAAAAAVs/7Ood5EEAm3Q/s1600-h/IMG_1646.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373035514904403810" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SpDbVU9vX2I/AAAAAAAAAVs/7Ood5EEAm3Q/s400/IMG_1646.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; and the alcoholic pig again ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SpDbU4l4RiI/AAAAAAAAAVk/0zVYbSmb9M4/s1600-h/IMG_1647.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373035507288131106" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SpDbU4l4RiI/AAAAAAAAAVk/0zVYbSmb9M4/s400/IMG_1647.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; Hui Min's exceptionally sweet 'YES' from her date (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SpDbURQxW_I/AAAAAAAAAVc/NriG_KGPEyI/s1600-h/IMG_1649.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373035496730614770" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SpDbURQxW_I/AAAAAAAAAVc/NriG_KGPEyI/s400/IMG_1649.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; My YES pup for my date.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7423803569954382018-685029794673109739?l=teddybearpaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teddybearpaws.blogspot.com/feeds/685029794673109739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teddybearpaws.blogspot.com/2009/08/dating-game-0910.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423803569954382018/posts/default/685029794673109739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423803569954382018/posts/default/685029794673109739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teddybearpaws.blogspot.com/2009/08/dating-game-0910.html' title='Dating Game 09/10'/><author><name>Nicole Quah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10199710344589404122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SHRnl5puUWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/zd7PQd5q_xM/S220/IMG_0094.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SpDdqpJZRZI/AAAAAAAAAWk/oT0V7fIkueY/s72-c/IMG_1652.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7423803569954382018.post-1732007704273946983</id><published>2009-08-22T21:10:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T21:52:56.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Un-Ethical Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I havent had much time alone lately, and thus no time for me n myself to sit and get deep into thought...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;However I did just recover from a fever and an eyelid infection.Yup, I got it from peeping at boys -_-"" ( &lt;em&gt;or so, that was what my dad said&lt;/em&gt;) hehe... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;The doctor at UHWC told me it was the beginning of a stye or smthg, stye eye, or you can call it (Pop-eye) like I do!:D  which brings me to the reason I thought of this post itself. Heres the scenario upon my eye consultation at UHWC : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Doc: So, I see you're from the school of Medicine.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me: Er, yeah *shy grin*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Doc: Are you having lectures now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me: Errrrrr, yup, I kinda skipped a lecture to come and see you, an ethics lecture !(wrong move)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Doc: (with full blown enthusiasm) OhhhhHH!! then let me give you a make-up lecture then!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;So there I was in the clinic, listening to various ethical/unethical scenarios put forth by the doctor. ahhah..! he was pretty charming tho ;) and he thought me a thing or two about the subject which I never saw much purpose in learning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;What he said was that, ethics are always &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;ABOVE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;the law and above everything else, and what is ethical is basically what is the &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOVING&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; thing to do, not necessarily the right thing ! and it got me thinking how strange it was that we(soulful beings created by God) find it so hard to do whats loving, as opposed to what is cost-effective or what is the most convenient thing to do. Seems to me as if we've all forgotten how to live and love, but instead we've merely just learnt how to function and survive in this world ): He also mentioned that, in any relationship, it bores down to two things,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;you either &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; the person, or you either &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;USE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;the person. Love being that, you put the persons good above your own, and use being that you put yourself above the other. If thats the case I think we live our life making use of the people around us...even though we'll never admit to that =/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;okay, enough on the emo talk (: Im gonna go munch on Rocky Road while I try and digest my Genetics,Epigenetics,Pharmacogenetics lectures. *sobbles*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7423803569954382018-1732007704273946983?l=teddybearpaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teddybearpaws.blogspot.com/feeds/1732007704273946983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teddybearpaws.blogspot.com/2009/08/unethical-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423803569954382018/posts/default/1732007704273946983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423803569954382018/posts/default/1732007704273946983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teddybearpaws.blogspot.com/2009/08/unethical-me.html' title='Un-Ethical Me'/><author><name>Nicole Quah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10199710344589404122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SHRnl5puUWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/zd7PQd5q_xM/S220/IMG_0094.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7423803569954382018.post-3861089357435399952</id><published>2009-08-06T01:31:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T23:14:11.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And So Ive Realized...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Ive come to realize that I was missing out on the magic of hall life, because I was just too busy studying..and studying.. =/ In hall, it bores down to two things, you either don't stay, or stay and get involved. Staying but not getting involved, just makes you feel rather- miserable. Being in hall is somewhat like being in a whirpool, many times you can't help but get sucked into it, because if everyone around you is spinning, you can't help but spin along. Five more days till school starts =/... and at the moment im trying my best not to think about it just yet! Tho I heard that my classmates have already bought their textbooks and started studying! :o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7423803569954382018-3861089357435399952?l=teddybearpaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teddybearpaws.blogspot.com/feeds/3861089357435399952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teddybearpaws.blogspot.com/2009/08/and-so-ive-learnt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423803569954382018/posts/default/3861089357435399952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423803569954382018/posts/default/3861089357435399952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teddybearpaws.blogspot.com/2009/08/and-so-ive-learnt.html' title='And So Ive Realized...'/><author><name>Nicole Quah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10199710344589404122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SHRnl5puUWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/zd7PQd5q_xM/S220/IMG_0094.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7423803569954382018.post-5885971423190337262</id><published>2009-07-29T00:06:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T01:10:25.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Park Royal Buffet :o~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/Sm8u0sIKrbI/AAAAAAAAAVM/uxFAKQleGzA/s1600-h/IMG_1361.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363557163955039666" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/Sm8u0sIKrbI/AAAAAAAAAVM/uxFAKQleGzA/s400/IMG_1361.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; Dining Area&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/Sm8unqGiCMI/AAAAAAAAAVE/n44-TKbWI08/s1600-h/IMG_1373.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363556940073011394" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/Sm8unqGiCMI/AAAAAAAAAVE/n44-TKbWI08/s400/IMG_1373.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; HUGE chunk/cheesebowl of Parmesan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/Sm8unFSz78I/AAAAAAAAAU8/ffstaAEBWTE/s1600-h/IMG_1374.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363556930192404418" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/Sm8unFSz78I/AAAAAAAAAU8/ffstaAEBWTE/s400/IMG_1374.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; Smelly cheese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/Sm8qMcSzXmI/AAAAAAAAAUs/DBSTqAVggZk/s1600-h/IMG_1381.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363552074463403618" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/Sm8qMcSzXmI/AAAAAAAAAUs/DBSTqAVggZk/s400/IMG_1381.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; Lobsters, Oysters, King crabs, abalones, Slurpp! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/Sm8qMK2AESI/AAAAAAAAAUk/DlqHkSP5Dm0/s1600-h/IMG_1362.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363552069779198242" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/Sm8qMK2AESI/AAAAAAAAAUk/DlqHkSP5Dm0/s400/IMG_1362.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; Thats baby Lobster !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/Sm8qL-xpBVI/AAAAAAAAAUc/OvIijVy6GAo/s1600-h/IMG_1363.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363552066539685202" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/Sm8qL-xpBVI/AAAAAAAAAUc/OvIijVy6GAo/s400/IMG_1363.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; The seafood spread&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/Sm8qLQ5lzEI/AAAAAAAAAUU/7SU3gwE8f0k/s1600-h/IMG_1365.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363552054224997442" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/Sm8qLQ5lzEI/AAAAAAAAAUU/7SU3gwE8f0k/s400/IMG_1365.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Jap/sushi Spread&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/Sm8mnUEfiDI/AAAAAAAAAUM/JYdolGqPCO0/s1600-h/IMG_1364.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363548138065856562" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/Sm8mnUEfiDI/AAAAAAAAAUM/JYdolGqPCO0/s400/IMG_1364.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; Theres Mister Salmon Fish waiting to be stabbed at&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/Sm8mmjP59CI/AAAAAAAAAUE/ycoNvJ3uaCA/s1600-h/IMG_1375.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363548124960388130" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/Sm8mmjP59CI/AAAAAAAAAUE/ycoNvJ3uaCA/s400/IMG_1375.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; Macaroons with cinnamon cream! :) yummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/Sm8mmSVUZiI/AAAAAAAAAT8/31LLhazKmgU/s1600-h/IMG_1377.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363548120419690018" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/Sm8mmSVUZiI/AAAAAAAAAT8/31LLhazKmgU/s400/IMG_1377.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; Pistachio cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/Sm8mlyQlGXI/AAAAAAAAAT0/vey2GBLrt5A/s1600-h/IMG_1380.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363548111809878386" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/Sm8mlyQlGXI/AAAAAAAAAT0/vey2GBLrt5A/s400/IMG_1380.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of the dessert spread&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/Sm8mlGyT-kI/AAAAAAAAATs/WS2BZdaXHIc/s1600-h/IMG_1382.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363548100140202562" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/Sm8mlGyT-kI/AAAAAAAAATs/WS2BZdaXHIc/s400/IMG_1382.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Park Royal has one of the best best buffets ever (: The variety and spread is wide and great, seafood is FRESH !(unlike the seafood in Jogoya), and theres isn't a time limit so you can chomp chomp for 3 hours or so, which should be more than enough (: Its an international buffet with absolutely yummy &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;chinese food&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; such as chicken rice/Peking duck rice,( they even serve chicken rice balls!) , &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;indian food&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - chicken n beef rendang n briyani rice, &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;western food&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- pasta, seafood, all sorts of cheese cheese(fruit cheese, garlic cheese, blue cheese(which smells bad =/), &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Thai food&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- thai beef noodles, tomyam soup, &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Japanese food&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and super &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sinful&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;desserts. They've got a chocolate fountain and ice - cweam too . So, its worth every cent paid. Its like a combination of all buffets, hence I grant the King of Buffets title ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Location:&lt;/strong&gt; Park Royal, Orchard Road&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Price:&lt;/strong&gt; $60 (aft tax- dinner)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;$40 (aft tax- lunch)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7423803569954382018-5885971423190337262?l=teddybearpaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teddybearpaws.blogspot.com/feeds/5885971423190337262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teddybearpaws.blogspot.com/2009/07/park-royal-buffet-o.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423803569954382018/posts/default/5885971423190337262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423803569954382018/posts/default/5885971423190337262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teddybearpaws.blogspot.com/2009/07/park-royal-buffet-o.html' title='Park Royal Buffet :o~'/><author><name>Nicole Quah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10199710344589404122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SHRnl5puUWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/zd7PQd5q_xM/S220/IMG_0094.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/Sm8u0sIKrbI/AAAAAAAAAVM/uxFAKQleGzA/s72-c/IMG_1361.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7423803569954382018.post-8582700583029185168</id><published>2009-07-20T15:56:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T16:21:12.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Frustrated Rantings</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;They said that being 21 comes with many freedoms,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;sometimes I think &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Parents just cant help but still want to put their ideas into your head, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;they cant help but to try and control the way you think,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;they cant help but try to change your mind, your preferences, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;they cant help but mold your dreams into &lt;em&gt;their &lt;/em&gt;dreams for you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I guess they cant help but be parents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7423803569954382018-8582700583029185168?l=teddybearpaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teddybearpaws.blogspot.com/feeds/8582700583029185168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teddybearpaws.blogspot.com/2009/07/frustrated-rantings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423803569954382018/posts/default/8582700583029185168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423803569954382018/posts/default/8582700583029185168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teddybearpaws.blogspot.com/2009/07/frustrated-rantings.html' title='Frustrated Rantings'/><author><name>Nicole Quah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10199710344589404122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SHRnl5puUWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/zd7PQd5q_xM/S220/IMG_0094.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7423803569954382018.post-315670060845751804</id><published>2009-07-19T22:45:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T00:06:02.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fondue Fiestah!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SmMzpeYPQ0I/AAAAAAAAASk/iqkppm99Kt4/s1600-h/IMG_1537.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SmMzpeYPQ0I/AAAAAAAAASk/iqkppm99Kt4/s400/IMG_1537.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360184769123402562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Just some random snapshots of our mini &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fondue Fiesta&lt;/span&gt;. We had bananas and crackers dipped in Dark Chocolatee! Wheee, I truly fear I might be diabetic someday =/ hopes not * I simply wont be able to live without chocolate....chocolate...OoOOooo....*gurgle...* :)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nerd mode : &lt;/span&gt;Diabetes melitus (Type 2) if I recall correctly, is due to our insulin receptors becoming desensitized as a result of an overload of glucose throughout your life.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Maybe someday some &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;chocoholic&lt;/span&gt; will invent glucose-free chocolates!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SmNBKdfYE3I/AAAAAAAAATM/zWY4Xc7NZNg/s1600-h/IMG_1532.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SmNBKdfYE3I/AAAAAAAAATM/zWY4Xc7NZNg/s320/IMG_1532.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360199629471748978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;                                                     Heart-shaped Fondue Bowl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SmMzpHXXWgI/AAAAAAAAASc/9TMco11cSyU/s1600-h/IMG_1540.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SmMzpHXXWgI/AAAAAAAAASc/9TMco11cSyU/s400/IMG_1540.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360184762945722882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                              &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dark chocolate pellets from Tangs, made specially to melt faster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SmMzo78VrXI/AAAAAAAAASU/lykOVpjYzhI/s1600-h/IMG_1541.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SmMzo78VrXI/AAAAAAAAASU/lykOVpjYzhI/s400/IMG_1541.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360184759879576946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                               &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;       Jien-the Glutton &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SmMyHYsMMJI/AAAAAAAAASM/SRS5C-cT5Wo/s1600-h/IMG_1542.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SmMyHYsMMJI/AAAAAAAAASM/SRS5C-cT5Wo/s400/IMG_1542.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360183083969294482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;                                                       &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Crackers dunked in choc!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SmMyHDnv_ZI/AAAAAAAAASE/OSQEWnBQTIM/s1600-h/IMG_1546.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SmMyHDnv_ZI/AAAAAAAAASE/OSQEWnBQTIM/s400/IMG_1546.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360183078313524626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;    the soon to be diabetic if I dont stop the choco craving ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7423803569954382018-315670060845751804?l=teddybearpaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teddybearpaws.blogspot.com/feeds/315670060845751804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teddybearpaws.blogspot.com/2009/07/fondue-fiestah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423803569954382018/posts/default/315670060845751804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423803569954382018/posts/default/315670060845751804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teddybearpaws.blogspot.com/2009/07/fondue-fiestah.html' title='Fondue Fiestah!'/><author><name>Nicole Quah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10199710344589404122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SHRnl5puUWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/zd7PQd5q_xM/S220/IMG_0094.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SmMzpeYPQ0I/AAAAAAAAASk/iqkppm99Kt4/s72-c/IMG_1537.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7423803569954382018.post-5723547184339626024</id><published>2009-07-19T15:42:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T22:39:01.987+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It Hit Me That Theres No Turning Back Time...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the 19th of July&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- exactly three more days till I return to the island down under, three more days of sweet, solid sleep, three more days till the tides of life comes crashing down on me again, but this time I'm prepared to face it...I'm prepared to take on these stresses in a new light, love it and enjoy it while I can.The last few days have been so precious that each time a day passes, I wished that I could repeat the day again, or the week, or even the month, that I could somehow turn back time and it would be the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;15th of May&lt;/span&gt; once again, and relive the moments of my Turkey trip, my road trips up and down to KL, Jien coming down to Taiping ,and my wonderful moments with mom and dad just doing the simplest things like grocery shopping and watching movies.But...but :( you come to a point where you realize that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;' you can't rewind a moment in this life, because the hands of time are never on your side' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;(frm the song below), and you decide that all you can do is to look forward to the next holiday, or the next time you see your loved ones.And that my friend, should suffice to keep you going (: ...I'm half-excited, half-scared of the new academic year that awaits! Im praying for it to be a successful and meaningful one *crosses fingers*&lt;/span&gt; !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;"&gt;Nickelback- If today was your last day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;If today was your last day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;"&gt; Would you make your mark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;"&gt; By mending a broken heart?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;"&gt; You know it's never too late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;"&gt; To shoot for the stars,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;"&gt; Regardless of who you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;So do whatever it takes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;"&gt; 'cause you can't rewind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;"&gt; A moment in this life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;"&gt; Let nothin' stand in your way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;"&gt; 'cause the hands of time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;"&gt; Are never on your side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;"&gt; If today was your last day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;"&gt; And tomorrow was too late,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;"&gt; Could you say goodbye to yesterday?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;"&gt; Would you live each moment like your last?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;"&gt; Leave old pictures in the past&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;"&gt; Donate every dime you have?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;"&gt; Would you call old friends you never see?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;"&gt; Reminisce of memories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;"&gt; Would you forgive your enemies?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;"&gt; Would you find that one you're dreamin' of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;"&gt; Swear up and down to God above&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;"&gt; That you finally fall in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;"&gt; If today was your last day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7423803569954382018-5723547184339626024?l=teddybearpaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teddybearpaws.blogspot.com/feeds/5723547184339626024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teddybearpaws.blogspot.com/2009/07/it-hit-me-that-theres-no-turning-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423803569954382018/posts/default/5723547184339626024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423803569954382018/posts/default/5723547184339626024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teddybearpaws.blogspot.com/2009/07/it-hit-me-that-theres-no-turning-back.html' title='It Hit Me That Theres No Turning Back Time...'/><author><name>Nicole Quah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10199710344589404122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SHRnl5puUWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/zd7PQd5q_xM/S220/IMG_0094.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7423803569954382018.post-1547845722265841712</id><published>2009-07-17T14:23:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T17:24:01.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maxwells Hike</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Went on a 13km hike up Taiping's &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Maxwells Hill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;Took us approx, 3.5 hrs to reach the peak (1250m above sea level) ! thats a half n hour less than my previous time. hehe. maybe despite 'aging' my muscles are not undergoing atrophy just yet. The aftermath of the hike got me limping for the rest of the day after though :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SmAZ5VO6vUI/AAAAAAAAAO8/gEJh7ICbdLw/s400/IMG_1553.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Along the way up up up...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 409px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359350633229227186" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SmA9AYBklLI/AAAAAAAAAQE/32bGXddcNYg/s400/IMG_1596.JPG" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Monkeys taking off with a Liptons Ice Lemon Tea bottle.tehee.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SmA6SpOz0vI/AAAAAAAAAP0/0xEikVGl-Uo/s400/IMG_1584.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;For people who are too lazy to hike, theres always the jeep!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SmA71AIdYgI/AAAAAAAAAP8/WaaLG8j4TAs/s400/IMG_1590.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Triumphant faces, accomplishment! :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SmAecHaTXQI/AAAAAAAAAPk/x2eaLL263Ng/s1600-h/IMG_1571.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359317024945429762" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SmAecHaTXQI/AAAAAAAAAPk/x2eaLL263Ng/s400/IMG_1571.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                                                            &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Pretty Rosey-posey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SmAd2wLHQaI/AAAAAAAAAPc/j57Neh7RtyQ/s1600-h/IMG_1581.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359316383052546466" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SmAd2wLHQaI/AAAAAAAAAPc/j57Neh7RtyQ/s400/IMG_1581.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                    &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Spiderman? No?Bandit look-alike insect.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SmAb79jcQNI/AAAAAAAAAPU/2-1smC-vj54/s1600-h/IMG_1570.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359314273520337106" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SmAb79jcQNI/AAAAAAAAAPU/2-1smC-vj54/s400/IMG_1570.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                                                                &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;View at the peak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SmAaYLVSikI/AAAAAAAAAPE/iOIIQBd1oh8/s1600-h/IMG_1561.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359312559232158274" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SmAaYLVSikI/AAAAAAAAAPE/iOIIQBd1oh8/s400/IMG_1561.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7423803569954382018-1547845722265841712?l=teddybearpaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teddybearpaws.blogspot.com/feeds/1547845722265841712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teddybearpaws.blogspot.com/2009/07/maxwells-hike.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423803569954382018/posts/default/1547845722265841712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423803569954382018/posts/default/1547845722265841712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teddybearpaws.blogspot.com/2009/07/maxwells-hike.html' title='Maxwells Hike'/><author><name>Nicole Quah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10199710344589404122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SHRnl5puUWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/zd7PQd5q_xM/S220/IMG_0094.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SmAZ5VO6vUI/AAAAAAAAAO8/gEJh7ICbdLw/s72-c/IMG_1553.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7423803569954382018.post-2689739702283367222</id><published>2009-07-13T17:24:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T21:09:42.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Relativity of Time, As I know it</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;I havent got much of a clue what&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; Einstein's&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; theory about the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;relativity of time &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;is,but I do know what it means, the way I see it. Allow me to illustrate;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', fantasy;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;How in the world, I sometimes wonder, can time be consistent and fixed and what scientists use as a standard unit of measurement, when at times, time seems to be flying, and at times it seems to be stagnant,still, and just simply NOT budging a second. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;I recall that during the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;TWO WEEKS&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;of my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;study break &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;(b4 the exams), each day seemed to &lt;i&gt;crawl&lt;/i&gt; by...from the moment I woke up, it seemed like dinner time never came, and that TWO excruciating weeks seemed like it would never,never end. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;On the 11th of June (the day that my results were going to be released at 11am) , I woke up at 9am, tossed n turned and wa&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia, fantasy;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'times new roman', fantasy;"&gt;ited..closed my eyes...9.30 a.m...tossed and turned..went back to sleep, woke up again, 10 a.m...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', -webkit-fantasy;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', fantasy;"&gt;On the contrary, &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;TWO MONT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;S&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;holidays &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;seemed to have &lt;i&gt;flew&lt;/i&gt; by, it seems like it was just yesterday that my exams ended, (I was grinning from ear to ear *) and to me and it was ze' happiest moment where you felt as if you had 2 whole months ahead of you, with holiday trips to look forward to, plans to carry out, and of course, the joy of just being home (:  And now, Im only left with less than a week of hoh-lih-day=/ and time, once again seems to be rushing past me , and I wish I could catch it, give it a slap, and say &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;'STOP'&lt;/b&gt; !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', fantasy;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Hence, I figured from this that &lt;/span&gt;time&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;, is in fact &lt;/span&gt;relative&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;, depending on whether you're going through a time of pain OR pleasure+ happiness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', -webkit-fantasy;"&gt;Unlike Einstein's theory which can be explained by the following equation,  &lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/Slx-2PTE06I/AAAAAAAAAO0/7TB5WDz3lZk/s400/8e8943fcbf5e131710d8d04571f428e5.png" /&gt; mine doesn't quite have a formula for it :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', -webkit-fantasy;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', -webkit-fantasy;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7423803569954382018-2689739702283367222?l=teddybearpaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teddybearpaws.blogspot.com/feeds/2689739702283367222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teddybearpaws.blogspot.com/2009/07/relativity-of-time-as-i-know-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423803569954382018/posts/default/2689739702283367222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423803569954382018/posts/default/2689739702283367222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teddybearpaws.blogspot.com/2009/07/relativity-of-time-as-i-know-it.html' title='The Relativity of Time, As I know it'/><author><name>Nicole Quah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10199710344589404122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SHRnl5puUWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/zd7PQd5q_xM/S220/IMG_0094.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/Slx-2PTE06I/AAAAAAAAAO0/7TB5WDz3lZk/s72-c/8e8943fcbf5e131710d8d04571f428e5.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7423803569954382018.post-8376833062233426720</id><published>2009-07-11T19:28:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T22:54:55.764+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of  Manicures and Pedicures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SliluuD7DYI/AAAAAAAAAOk/hu8pVzGP_G8/s1600-h/IMG_1519.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SliluuD7DYI/AAAAAAAAAOk/hu8pVzGP_G8/s400/IMG_1519.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357213978814254466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Me went to have lunch with Tian Wei, who was leaving soon for UK! :( We had Macs and then went to roam aimlessly around the 'Taiping mini-mall' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;(yes Taiping does have somewhere we can hangout)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; , and we stumbled upon this sign that said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt; 'Colour and Shape, BUY 1 FREE 1-Nail Spa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;' &lt;/span&gt;and God knows what hit me, but I had this spur of a moment thing, where I ecstatically dragged  TWei and said, Lets go Lets go for ittttt!! :D And so, we spent the next 2.5 hours displaying our smelly, mishapen feet(and hands) in public while we got our nails shaped n painted. On any other day, I would have said "Thats so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Lala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;! I'll never paint my nails!!eeeekk -_-"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Too long a holiday---&gt;results in me making rash decisions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Nway, Ive been packing my stuff a little at a time each day and counting down the days till I return to kiasu land ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SlinZ4CoGkI/AAAAAAAAAOs/9xwCDnc59oI/s1600-h/IMG_1530.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SlinZ4CoGkI/AAAAAAAAAOs/9xwCDnc59oI/s400/IMG_1530.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357215819739175490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7423803569954382018-8376833062233426720?l=teddybearpaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teddybearpaws.blogspot.com/feeds/8376833062233426720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teddybearpaws.blogspot.com/2009/07/of-manicures-and-pedicures.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423803569954382018/posts/default/8376833062233426720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423803569954382018/posts/default/8376833062233426720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teddybearpaws.blogspot.com/2009/07/of-manicures-and-pedicures.html' title='Of  Manicures and Pedicures'/><author><name>Nicole Quah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10199710344589404122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SHRnl5puUWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/zd7PQd5q_xM/S220/IMG_0094.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SliluuD7DYI/AAAAAAAAAOk/hu8pVzGP_G8/s72-c/IMG_1519.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7423803569954382018.post-4882270729529387273</id><published>2009-07-10T01:39:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T13:43:37.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Decked Out In A White Coat...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I promised myself Id put this picture up&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;,only &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;IF&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i passed MBBS 1  :) HAHA! and Thank God I did! whoOopEee! I'm finally finally advancing on to my 2nd year :) 1/5th of a doctor now.* tehee*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SlYsQzePHxI/AAAAAAAAAOU/TUBHWi7C42Y/s1600-h/IMG_0118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SlYsQzePHxI/AAAAAAAAAOU/TUBHWi7C42Y/s400/IMG_0118.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356517474010341138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;                                           &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Taken about a year ago, at the White Coat Ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Thats me n &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://jenniegu.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jenny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;- &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;my partner in crime (or rather my study + emo buddy whom which I have the privilege of &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;driving mad with my panicky SMSes each time the exams are nearing) *hearts* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;come to think of it, we look kinda &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;brown&lt;/span&gt; there eh Jenn? and lots thinner too :p &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"&gt;Because it´s only when you´re tested that you truly discover who you are. And it´s only when you´re tested that you discover who you can be. The person that you want to be does exist, somewhere in the other side of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hard work&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;faith&lt;/span&gt;, and&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; belief&lt;/span&gt; and beyond the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;heartache&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; fear&lt;/span&gt; of what life has.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:webdings;"&gt;-Lucas Scott-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7423803569954382018-4882270729529387273?l=teddybearpaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teddybearpaws.blogspot.com/feeds/4882270729529387273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teddybearpaws.blogspot.com/2009/07/decked-out-in-white-coat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423803569954382018/posts/default/4882270729529387273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423803569954382018/posts/default/4882270729529387273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teddybearpaws.blogspot.com/2009/07/decked-out-in-white-coat.html' title='Decked Out In A White Coat...'/><author><name>Nicole Quah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10199710344589404122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SHRnl5puUWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/zd7PQd5q_xM/S220/IMG_0094.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SlYsQzePHxI/AAAAAAAAAOU/TUBHWi7C42Y/s72-c/IMG_0118.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7423803569954382018.post-5615235291161263259</id><published>2009-07-08T21:59:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T16:14:30.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taken For Granted</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Its strange, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;heartbreaking&lt;/span&gt; even, how people only get the nice stuff said about them when they're no longer around to hear it..and when everyone is all healthy n bubbling, we so often take them for granted, and all we do is complain...and complain...and talk about the worst in people, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;isn't&lt;/span&gt; that so? Why does it take a loss for us to come to our senses, to regret and to see the beauty that was? How true it is, that&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;we never realize what we've got till we've lost it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; it could be a comb, a book, a necklace, a jacket, or even a loved one. I can only pray and hope that I won't live my life that way, that I'll have no regrets of not having told people just how wonderful they are, instead of picking at tiny issues, just for the sake of arguing.So help me, because I know I too, am fond of taking the people around me for granted. =/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7423803569954382018-5615235291161263259?l=teddybearpaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teddybearpaws.blogspot.com/feeds/5615235291161263259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teddybearpaws.blogspot.com/2009/07/taken-for-granted.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423803569954382018/posts/default/5615235291161263259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423803569954382018/posts/default/5615235291161263259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teddybearpaws.blogspot.com/2009/07/taken-for-granted.html' title='Taken For Granted'/><author><name>Nicole Quah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10199710344589404122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SHRnl5puUWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/zd7PQd5q_xM/S220/IMG_0094.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7423803569954382018.post-61505594248435038</id><published>2009-07-08T21:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T21:51:43.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smile</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was watching MJ's memorial today, and came across this song, &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; apparently written by&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Charlie Chaplin&lt;/span&gt; himself , and today, performed by Jermaine Jackson&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Smile though your heart is aching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Smile even though its breaking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;When there are clouds in the sky, youll get by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;If you smile through your fear and sorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Smile and maybe tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Youll see the sun come shining through for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Light up your face with gladness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Hide every trace of sadness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Although a tear may be ever so near&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Thats the time you must keep on trying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Smile, whats the use of crying? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Youll find that life is still worthwhile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;If you just smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I'll try and keep this in mind the next time the tears come rushing (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7423803569954382018-61505594248435038?l=teddybearpaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teddybearpaws.blogspot.com/feeds/61505594248435038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teddybearpaws.blogspot.com/2009/07/smile.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423803569954382018/posts/default/61505594248435038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423803569954382018/posts/default/61505594248435038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teddybearpaws.blogspot.com/2009/07/smile.html' title='Smile'/><author><name>Nicole Quah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10199710344589404122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SHRnl5puUWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/zd7PQd5q_xM/S220/IMG_0094.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7423803569954382018.post-5124685573669441</id><published>2009-07-07T21:45:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T22:08:47.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leather Jacket Galore!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SlNWqOyhxhI/AAAAAAAAAOM/md5lsOpdnyc/s1600-h/IMG_1012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SlNWqOyhxhI/AAAAAAAAAOM/md5lsOpdnyc/s400/IMG_1012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355719665398171154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;           Amongst the stuff we purchased from Turkey.. the precious leather jackets made of&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; lamb skin (BAaAaaaa )&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;tops it all! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I feel kinda bad actually, and in my head I hear the chants of the&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Animal Lovers&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;You killed the Lambs! You killed our lambs!Murderer! &lt;/span&gt;" *gulps* But anyway, they are super soft..smooth , stylish jackets..that just hugs your skin each time you put it on...mmmmm..*_* We visited the leather factory,above (KIRCILAR) and hence got the jackets for a &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Good price&lt;/span&gt; :) Much much cheaper than if we were to get it from any other shop (at least RM4k-5k), mom checked it out.&lt;/span&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SlNUVwqJ5GI/AAAAAAAAAN0/ezzVWHsYEWs/s1600-h/IMG_1513.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SlNUVwqJ5GI/AAAAAAAAAN0/ezzVWHsYEWs/s400/IMG_1513.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355717114689348706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                                                                           &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;This ones mine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SlNU93n68PI/AAAAAAAAAOE/5CbDNEswUVs/s1600-h/IMG_1512.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SlNU93n68PI/AAAAAAAAAOE/5CbDNEswUVs/s400/IMG_1512.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355717803753795826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                          &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;                                                                      Dad got this one, that makes him look like a biker!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SlNUshRBqGI/AAAAAAAAAN8/hAKqWJETX0Y/s1600-h/IMG_1511.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SlNUshRBqGI/AAAAAAAAAN8/hAKqWJETX0Y/s400/IMG_1511.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355717505694410850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                      &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mom got this one-the old school jacket :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7423803569954382018-5124685573669441?l=teddybearpaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teddybearpaws.blogspot.com/feeds/5124685573669441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teddybearpaws.blogspot.com/2009/07/leather-jacket-galore.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423803569954382018/posts/default/5124685573669441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423803569954382018/posts/default/5124685573669441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teddybearpaws.blogspot.com/2009/07/leather-jacket-galore.html' title='Leather Jacket Galore!'/><author><name>Nicole Quah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10199710344589404122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SHRnl5puUWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/zd7PQd5q_xM/S220/IMG_0094.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SlNWqOyhxhI/AAAAAAAAAOM/md5lsOpdnyc/s72-c/IMG_1012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7423803569954382018.post-4421509567015516588</id><published>2009-07-06T15:30:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T15:48:19.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet The Surgeon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SlGpJBthj1I/AAAAAAAAANM/j0grA2jm9rk/s1600-h/Surgy2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355247404463525714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SlGpJBthj1I/AAAAAAAAANM/j0grA2jm9rk/s400/Surgy2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Meet &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Professor Anura&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;/span&gt;a.k.a&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Surgy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; the Surgeon Bear)&lt;/span&gt; !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355246861907976594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SlGopciM4ZI/AAAAAAAAANE/Mdi1wKLynU4/s400/Surgy.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stauts:&lt;/strong&gt; Its complicated...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Qualifications:&lt;/strong&gt; MBBS , MRCP, FRCP ,M.D &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;(University Bearville)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Occupation:&lt;/strong&gt; Head n Neck, Orthopedic, and Cardiac Surgeon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dreams:&lt;/strong&gt; To be just like Dr. Gregory House one day (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355247859436055922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SlGpjgnbbXI/AAAAAAAAANU/SXp8qXv5S_I/s400/IMG_1507.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                                                           This is where he lives&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355248492268622594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SlGqIWGeEwI/AAAAAAAAANk/awwESOqIFyk/s400/IMG_1510.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;                                                       and his birth certificate...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7423803569954382018-4421509567015516588?l=teddybearpaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teddybearpaws.blogspot.com/feeds/4421509567015516588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teddybearpaws.blogspot.com/2009/07/meet-surgeon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423803569954382018/posts/default/4421509567015516588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423803569954382018/posts/default/4421509567015516588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teddybearpaws.blogspot.com/2009/07/meet-surgeon.html' title='Meet The Surgeon'/><author><name>Nicole Quah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10199710344589404122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SHRnl5puUWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/zd7PQd5q_xM/S220/IMG_0094.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SlGpJBthj1I/AAAAAAAAANM/j0grA2jm9rk/s72-c/Surgy2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7423803569954382018.post-806417889752144772</id><published>2009-07-02T00:01:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T01:01:54.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 21st Birthday Jien Pang</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I made Jien some cupcakes for his Bday.Couldnt figure out what else there was to do, since hes done it all, &lt;strong&gt;sewn a bear, folded flowers,made a chocolate bear, and crosstitched a pillow-case&lt;/strong&gt;. Nothing I could come up with would beat that ): &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Haha!So WALAA......!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353528968194739586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SkuOO3wCzYI/AAAAAAAAAL8/HHCPH41KADI/s320/IMG_1436.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SkuJeOxLWDI/AAAAAAAAALU/jfjbzKnAZJA/s1600-h/IMG_1436.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                              Butter Cupcakes before they got frosted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SkuJNmO6API/AAAAAAAAALM/tF9gw8WczLs/s1600-h/IMG_1439.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353523448754340082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SkuJNmO6API/AAAAAAAAALM/tF9gw8WczLs/s320/IMG_1439.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                          I had fun with the ICING :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353525239784218674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SkuK12VtIDI/AAAAAAAAALc/KKFDWJ63qPA/s320/IMG_1440.jpg" border="0" /&gt;                              My mum was like, "Pink frosting for a guy??! So sissy -_- "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353526232514196050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SkuLvoi-clI/AAAAAAAAALk/1lznJATI9p8/s320/IMG_1441.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;                                                      The side project/ product !&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353528536853611218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SkuN1w4TgtI/AAAAAAAAAL0/II57KnWczx4/s320/IMG_1442.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;                                                         Cupcakes all done up ! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;                                         Me used choc chips to form the Letters and numbers.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7423803569954382018-806417889752144772?l=teddybearpaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teddybearpaws.blogspot.com/feeds/806417889752144772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teddybearpaws.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-21st-birthday-jien-pang.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423803569954382018/posts/default/806417889752144772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423803569954382018/posts/default/806417889752144772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teddybearpaws.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-21st-birthday-jien-pang.html' title='Happy 21st Birthday Jien Pang'/><author><name>Nicole Quah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10199710344589404122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SHRnl5puUWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/zd7PQd5q_xM/S220/IMG_0094.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SkuOO3wCzYI/AAAAAAAAAL8/HHCPH41KADI/s72-c/IMG_1436.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7423803569954382018.post-8084525051136050454</id><published>2009-07-01T23:10:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T23:59:35.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Home Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Sometimes I wished there was a way you could record a song , a song of the sounds that surround you when you're home..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;;the sounds of dad watching the TV downstairs, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;e sounds of mom talking to me even when Im half-listening,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;the sounds of the rain in the night and the thunderstorm that gives you that cosy feeling,knowing that despite the lightning and harsh rain outside, you're safe and sound and not alone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everytime you play the song It'll bring back that same atmosphere, that same sounds...the sounds of being H.o.m.e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7423803569954382018-8084525051136050454?l=teddybearpaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teddybearpaws.blogspot.com/feeds/8084525051136050454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teddybearpaws.blogspot.com/2009/07/home-song.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423803569954382018/posts/default/8084525051136050454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423803569954382018/posts/default/8084525051136050454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teddybearpaws.blogspot.com/2009/07/home-song.html' title='The Home Song'/><author><name>Nicole Quah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10199710344589404122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SHRnl5puUWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/zd7PQd5q_xM/S220/IMG_0094.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7423803569954382018.post-467465829012194230</id><published>2009-05-28T15:32:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T21:35:45.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll Miss Tree Hill</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;By far the most realistic, meaningful, heartfelt, n the least sick n bimbotic TV series Ive ever came across . This Tv series is the only one that gives you that&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;warm,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; fuzzy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;yet &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;emo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;feeling altogether when you watch it. And the greatest part of it; it portrays and expresses so many things we sometimes find it hard to even put into words.It teaches you so many lessons in life...and on days when you feel that life has lost its meaning, and you're frustrated as to why, all that is in this world is selfishness, competition,work, studies... One Tree Hill brings you back to the wonderful things in life-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;great friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;true love&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; family,&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt; dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: times new roman;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/Sh6Qj_t76pI/AAAAAAAAAK8/MIRzisAMLPY/s1600-h/one-tree-hill.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/Sh6Qj_t76pI/AAAAAAAAAK8/MIRzisAMLPY/s400/one-tree-hill.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340865156181912210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I'm happy, that it ended on a good note...but sad, that it has to end... :(I will always...be in love with One Tree Hill, all the things its taught me, and its music :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;*hearts*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7423803569954382018-467465829012194230?l=teddybearpaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teddybearpaws.blogspot.com/feeds/467465829012194230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teddybearpaws.blogspot.com/2009/05/ill-miss-tree-hill.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423803569954382018/posts/default/467465829012194230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423803569954382018/posts/default/467465829012194230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teddybearpaws.blogspot.com/2009/05/ill-miss-tree-hill.html' title='I&apos;ll Miss Tree Hill'/><author><name>Nicole Quah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10199710344589404122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SHRnl5puUWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/zd7PQd5q_xM/S220/IMG_0094.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/Sh6Qj_t76pI/AAAAAAAAAK8/MIRzisAMLPY/s72-c/one-tree-hill.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7423803569954382018.post-3126968345519494319</id><published>2009-05-26T00:47:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T15:31:19.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lemony Snicket wrote :</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;First Professional MBBS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;We struggled, we strived, studied( up to 12 hours a day)as if the exam was a life or death matter , went half-mad :)...and we thought, yay, this was it, we've put our blood, sweat and tears into this, and when the exam week comes, all that matters is to give our best, and get lots of rest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;# We here, refers to me and Jenny Guan (my blockmate/hallmate/lunch n dinner date/MADical school mate)#&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;But for us, things didint quite turn out that way... and so Lemony Snicket writes,&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt; 'A series of unfortunate events for two MAD students' :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, the entire NUS finished their exams a week before ours even started, hence, the whole hall was in absolute chaos! and the worst part of it was that we had to &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;STUDY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, while our neighbours were &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PARTYING &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and packing up to go homeee :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zis, was pure pure torture for someone as restless as me. I was itching n itching like mad, to just leave my books, run wild and forget about the exams :D eheh! Thank God, I refrained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Then, we found out that the block we were staying in was gonna be undergoing construction (since everyone else had finished their exams), and so we had to pack up and move our stuff, on the day after our first paper, to another block.:( Upon stepping into our 'new rooms' we were greeted with an utmost horrific scene of a room so dirty and messy you'd never believe that someone used to live there. Trust me :( and so, we spent the day, tired and angsty, cleaning cleaning...shifting shifting and unpacking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Note : We had 5 days, 5 exam papers back to back.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;which meant that every second, every minute of studying time I had was crucial .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following day, we got back from the exam paper and said to ourselves, yes! today, is a new day, the shifting and cleaning is done! and we're all geared up to prepare for the next paper which was our physio and anat essays! : s And so, off to the library we go, all positive and self-motivated.We studied from 3pm-6.30pm and decided to go for dinner and then come back to the library, as we always do..so we left our books and notes in the library .At 7.30pm, we got back to the library and as I was climbing the steps up to the library I was thinking.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Heye..how come its so dark in there? how come, theres no one in there..?*_*' and my heart dropped..stopped..when we realized that the library had closed,it was now LOCKED, with our NOTES n BOOKS INSIDE!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;*silent scream*&lt;/span&gt; :(&lt;br /&gt;To cut the long and painful story short, we spent the next 3 unsucessful hours trying to convice Campus Security to open the library for us. All they said was, &lt;em&gt;there is no way, you can only retrieve your stuff tomorrow morning when the library opens.&lt;/em&gt; and we were like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;" NOOooo, but you don't understand, our exam IS tmrw morning and all our notes are in there...HELLO?!"&lt;/em&gt; Oh wells. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately for us, that was the end of our very eventful week (: Thinking about it now, certain parts of it makes me laugh at the way we overeacted&lt;br /&gt;and the things we said. I know, it was a really tough time we went through, facing circumstances that were really not ideal for an exam week. Then again, I am ever so grateful that I didnt have to go through all this alone, but had two amazing people to share it with me. They really kept me going, and filled those crazy days with much laughter and nonsensical jokes ! Thanks Jenny and Mike :p *hugs* The exams are over for now, and all thats left is to pray...and wait...and hope for the best. Guess il find out in two weeks time :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7423803569954382018-3126968345519494319?l=teddybearpaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teddybearpaws.blogspot.com/feeds/3126968345519494319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teddybearpaws.blogspot.com/2009/05/lemony-snicket-wrote.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423803569954382018/posts/default/3126968345519494319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423803569954382018/posts/default/3126968345519494319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teddybearpaws.blogspot.com/2009/05/lemony-snicket-wrote.html' title='Lemony Snicket wrote :'/><author><name>Nicole Quah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10199710344589404122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SHRnl5puUWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/zd7PQd5q_xM/S220/IMG_0094.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7423803569954382018.post-4996683746973438750</id><published>2009-04-06T16:24:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T16:37:16.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fatal Rojak :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/Sdm-aB2m5dI/AAAAAAAAAK0/gntXSD1AI_c/s1600-h/Rojak.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321493789098304978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/Sdm-aB2m5dI/AAAAAAAAAK0/gntXSD1AI_c/s400/Rojak.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Singapore &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;5th April&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;A Singapore woman fell into a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;coma &lt;/span&gt;and at least &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;28 others&lt;/span&gt; were hospitalized while more than 100 other people sought hospital treatment after eating a popular local savory, the New Paper said on Sunday. The Health Ministry said it was investigating a food stall named &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Rojak Geylang Serai&lt;/span&gt;, which makes and sells an Indian-style deep-fried mixture of meat and vegetable in the eastern district of Geylang.&lt;br /&gt;After patronizing the stall, Aminah Samijo, 57, fell sick and went into coma on Friday, while her husband is in the regular ward of the same hospital.&lt;br /&gt;Abdul Latiff, 44, and his four children, aged 7 to 16, as well a pregnant woman also suffered food poisoning by eating from the same stall.&lt;br /&gt;The ministry has directed the stallholder and his assistant to undergo screening for food-borne pathogens.&lt;br /&gt;The stall, which was closed since the outbreak, has been operating &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;for more than 20 years&lt;/span&gt; with perpetually long queues of its regular customers and has been rated among the best in the city. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Singapore&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;6th April&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; -&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A 57-year-old Singapore woman who went into a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;coma &lt;/span&gt;after suffering food poisoning from eating at a local food stall last week &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;died on Monday morning&lt;/span&gt; in hospital, reported the Straits Times. Aminah Samijo suffered &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;acute renal failure&lt;/span&gt; when the food poisoning infection entered her kidneys, sending her into a coma. She also had &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;low blood pressure. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7423803569954382018-4996683746973438750?l=teddybearpaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teddybearpaws.blogspot.com/feeds/4996683746973438750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teddybearpaws.blogspot.com/2009/04/fatal-rojak.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423803569954382018/posts/default/4996683746973438750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423803569954382018/posts/default/4996683746973438750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teddybearpaws.blogspot.com/2009/04/fatal-rojak.html' title='Fatal Rojak :('/><author><name>Nicole Quah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10199710344589404122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SHRnl5puUWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/zd7PQd5q_xM/S220/IMG_0094.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/Sdm-aB2m5dI/AAAAAAAAAK0/gntXSD1AI_c/s72-c/Rojak.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7423803569954382018.post-1667054333978607766</id><published>2009-03-14T02:39:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T02:54:35.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BANANA WALNUT! Nyamm..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SbqoxAHZYoI/AAAAAAAAAKs/1sRxvKAOFYg/s1600-h/3193612712_149643c898_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312744270235001474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 223px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 321px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SbqoxAHZYoI/AAAAAAAAAKs/1sRxvKAOFYg/s400/3193612712_149643c898_o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I LOVE this... LOVE .LOVE.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;Gardenia's Banana Walnut&lt;/span&gt;, serves as my staple diet amidst the painfully unpleasant Hall Food !&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It kept me company in the library on my lonely days of mugging too :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Try it! Avaible at all 7-Eleven outlets, Cheers or NTUC shops in Singapore!*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;nyeh nyeh*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hmmm, but come to think of it, I had &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TWO&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;whole loaves of it this week, and I am now a lil bit sick of it....-_-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh well, my love for you will be rekindled soon Gardenia.B.W ! ( dreamy eyes*-*)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7423803569954382018-1667054333978607766?l=teddybearpaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teddybearpaws.blogspot.com/feeds/1667054333978607766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teddybearpaws.blogspot.com/2009/03/banana-walnut-nyamm.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423803569954382018/posts/default/1667054333978607766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423803569954382018/posts/default/1667054333978607766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teddybearpaws.blogspot.com/2009/03/banana-walnut-nyamm.html' title='BANANA WALNUT! Nyamm..'/><author><name>Nicole Quah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10199710344589404122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SHRnl5puUWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/zd7PQd5q_xM/S220/IMG_0094.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SbqoxAHZYoI/AAAAAAAAAKs/1sRxvKAOFYg/s72-c/3193612712_149643c898_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7423803569954382018.post-9018845143842312915</id><published>2009-03-14T01:32:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T02:36:00.235+08:00</updated><title type='text'>He's Just Not That Into You</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Little did I know blogging was very much like exercising :D Once you've missed out on it for awhile cuz you were just &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;'too lazy'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...you end up not getting back to it for a long time !&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Anyway I havent cried during movies for quite some time :) &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Till I watched&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He's Just Not That Into You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ! HaHe!( yeshh! I actually went to the cinemas for the 3rd time in Singp aft being here for 9 months! ) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312732502774583362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SbqeEC6NEEI/AAAAAAAAAKU/zhIK5DCs7XY/s400/HesJustNotThatIntoYou2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;It sounded like a chick flick to me when I heard about it, but It really isnt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;To me, this was a movie that brought out many truths in relationships that we somehow dont know how to go about explaining or we probably never thought of it that way, even though it was exactly what many of us have been through.Theres bits in this movie for everyone, for those have been a relationship for some time, for those who havent but are looking, and even for those who are married! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;You'd realize from the movie that they portray girls as being overparanoid sometimes, arising frm feelings of insecurity, and they end up inerrogating the poor guy for every &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;nitty gritty&lt;/span&gt; thing...and its just gonna drive them further away..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I loved the part when Alex(Jason Long) got so frustrated, and said &lt;em&gt;" I dont why you peoplee do this, you sum up all the little little things we guys do and put in your head and change it into something completely different!" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Basically saying that girls tend to overanalyze the little things guys do just for the sake of being nice guys, and hence end up misreading signals! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;In some way or another its one of those movies that hits you hard in head(and heart) in many ways ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Theres also the thing about, ' &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ARE YOU THE RULE... OR THE EXCEPTION ?'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; What we often hear of, about married men cheating on their wifes, how boyfriends are not satisfied with just one girlfriend but they are just going to keep looking at hotter girls..and how guys are afraid of commitments, all these evil ,skeptical thoughts about men we put in our heads, is apparently &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'The Rule'!&lt;/span&gt; And hence, if you're lucky or rather blessed...you'll meet the guy who happens to be an &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Exception :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;...and they do exist... (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7423803569954382018-9018845143842312915?l=teddybearpaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teddybearpaws.blogspot.com/feeds/9018845143842312915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teddybearpaws.blogspot.com/2009/03/hes-just-not-that-into-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423803569954382018/posts/default/9018845143842312915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423803569954382018/posts/default/9018845143842312915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teddybearpaws.blogspot.com/2009/03/hes-just-not-that-into-you.html' title='He&apos;s Just Not That Into You'/><author><name>Nicole Quah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10199710344589404122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SHRnl5puUWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/zd7PQd5q_xM/S220/IMG_0094.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SbqeEC6NEEI/AAAAAAAAAKU/zhIK5DCs7XY/s72-c/HesJustNotThatIntoYou2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7423803569954382018.post-481439345660364708</id><published>2008-12-31T15:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T15:41:17.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gooodbye 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Funny how time flies...It always feels like it wasnt too long ago that we stepped into year 2008 excited,scared and full of &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;great expectations&lt;/span&gt; of the new year &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;:) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;For some of us, we felt that oh well. this is just another year..bah..its not gonna be different from the previous one, for some of us it signified a new start, to maybe leave mistakes that we've made in the past year behind and start anew and redeem ourselves!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Looking back on my year, if I were to draw a time line of my years events. I guess 3 major events would stand out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JANUARY 2008-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I recall my grandma's death being so sudden..none of us expected that this was what the new year would bring :( Everyone said that they never expected her to leave us so soon, but thats just how life is isnt it? Things like these always happend when u least expect it.We all had regrets, we all wished we had made more time for her admist the busy studying and working hours..we wished that we had let her do all the things she loved doing and we wished we had been more patient with her everytime she complained that however she tried she couldnt move her legs anymore.. I always want to remember her as the laughing and bubbly grandma who loved watching cantonese drama series ,loved cooking ,loved making the Bird's Nest drink for me and she always told me that fat is good =) when you are too skinny you'll look old! :), I hope you know that I miss you, and I love you Ahma...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;FEB 08 to JUNE 08&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt; Making memories in &lt;strong&gt;IMU&lt;/strong&gt;.. :) &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SLIDE OUT!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NIGHTMARE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;VISTA C! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Learnt to cook! :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AUGUST 08 to NOV 08&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;NUS&lt;/strong&gt;: Mid-life crisis:( hehe.. A period of transition,change and challenges.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7423803569954382018-481439345660364708?l=teddybearpaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teddybearpaws.blogspot.com/feeds/481439345660364708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teddybearpaws.blogspot.com/2008/12/gooodbye-2008.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423803569954382018/posts/default/481439345660364708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423803569954382018/posts/default/481439345660364708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teddybearpaws.blogspot.com/2008/12/gooodbye-2008.html' title='Gooodbye 2008'/><author><name>Nicole Quah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10199710344589404122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SHRnl5puUWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/zd7PQd5q_xM/S220/IMG_0094.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7423803569954382018.post-4751794933733419587</id><published>2008-12-22T00:22:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T02:01:13.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Were Always There</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;for all those times you called me just to say gnite because you said you missed my voice&lt;br /&gt;for all those times you prayed for me&lt;br /&gt;for all those times you listened to me cry and told me to please stop crying beacuse it hurt you&lt;br /&gt;for all those times you assured me you will be there with me in Singp, and sure enough you came :)&lt;br /&gt;for all those times you told me to stay strong and hang in there because God was with me&lt;br /&gt;for all those times you stayed up way past your bedtime so you could keep me company while I studied&lt;br /&gt;for all those times your voice litted up when I told you things were getting better&lt;br /&gt;for all those times you said sorry that you werent there but your heart was there with me&lt;br /&gt;for all those times you sent me an sms every other hour just to makesure I wasnt lonely&lt;br /&gt;for all those times you talked to Shweetie (the Bear) as if she was alive and that made me laugh (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Thank you dearie...I don't know how else to say it.. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7423803569954382018-4751794933733419587?l=teddybearpaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teddybearpaws.blogspot.com/feeds/4751794933733419587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teddybearpaws.blogspot.com/2008/12/you-were-always-there.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423803569954382018/posts/default/4751794933733419587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423803569954382018/posts/default/4751794933733419587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teddybearpaws.blogspot.com/2008/12/you-were-always-there.html' title='You Were Always There'/><author><name>Nicole Quah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10199710344589404122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SHRnl5puUWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/zd7PQd5q_xM/S220/IMG_0094.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7423803569954382018.post-3693964254118494144</id><published>2008-12-15T23:56:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T02:02:08.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Is Why...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SUZ_AudX_PI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/EFWYjBPEzLk/s1600-h/IMG_0399.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280047263586450674" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SUZ_AudX_PI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/EFWYjBPEzLk/s400/IMG_0399.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is why I havent been blogging much for the past few months :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Needless to say, I think the picture speaks for itself! hee..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7423803569954382018-3693964254118494144?l=teddybearpaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teddybearpaws.blogspot.com/feeds/3693964254118494144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teddybearpaws.blogspot.com/2008/12/this-is-why.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423803569954382018/posts/default/3693964254118494144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423803569954382018/posts/default/3693964254118494144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teddybearpaws.blogspot.com/2008/12/this-is-why.html' title='This Is Why...'/><author><name>Nicole Quah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10199710344589404122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SHRnl5puUWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/zd7PQd5q_xM/S220/IMG_0094.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SUZ_AudX_PI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/EFWYjBPEzLk/s72-c/IMG_0399.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7423803569954382018.post-2002149689115183845</id><published>2008-11-09T19:03:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T19:14:59.632+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Relapsing</title><content type='html'>I'm having a relapse..into that &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;emo &lt;/span&gt;mood :( when I just sit and think and think and think...and wonder sometimes if Ive made the right cohices,if theres going to be regrets one day when I look back..I hope not...:( As a result, I don't feel the least bit like studying..sometimes I think I indulge too much in making myself miserable..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to cheer myself up, by eating &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RiTtEr SpoRt(with crispy-crunchy cornflakes)...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Chocolate doesnt heal the soul..=/ It only makes you gain a few&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt; calories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;tooth-decays&lt;/span&gt;. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;* Its time like these I wish you were here..with me..not really to talk much...but just to sit by me and listen..and at the end of it, a hug will do :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7423803569954382018-2002149689115183845?l=teddybearpaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teddybearpaws.blogspot.com/feeds/2002149689115183845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teddybearpaws.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-having-relapse.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423803569954382018/posts/default/2002149689115183845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423803569954382018/posts/default/2002149689115183845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teddybearpaws.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-having-relapse.html' title='Relapsing'/><author><name>Nicole Quah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10199710344589404122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SHRnl5puUWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/zd7PQd5q_xM/S220/IMG_0094.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7423803569954382018.post-5751199364682673944</id><published>2008-11-02T20:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T20:33:14.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NIGHT CYCLING !!</title><content type='html'>When I first heard that we were going Night Cycling I was like, &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;'Shucks... :( I really really can't cycle'&lt;/span&gt; and disturbing memories of me falling off my little pink &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;4- wheeled&lt;/span&gt; bike when I was young, came back!(I was much fatter then tho, maybe that explains the lack of balance :p ) My block mates then came up with the bright idea of riding on a tandem bike (double seater bicycle). This meant that I would get to cycle without having to worry about balancing! Yays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The initial plan was to cycle from the&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; West Coast(Kent Ridge Hall) to the East Coast&lt;/span&gt;..from &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;10pm-7am&lt;/span&gt; -_-"". Much to our dissapointment and shock, it started raining at around 4am ,while we were halfway through our journey.We were pretty lucky cuz when it first started raining we were at our pit stop which was well-sheltered.After the rain died down a little, we set off again, determined to make it to the East Coast despite all of us being dead tired and half-asleep..and 10minutes after we set off to our final pitstop, it started pouring...and pouring like maddd, on all of us. And we realized we were quite a distance away from any sheltered area, so we had no choice but to cycle on under the rainnnn!!It was sheeer madness,not to mention &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;freaking C-O-L-D..&lt;/span&gt;We were all shivering and shaking and soaked from head to toe. I thought I was gonna develop hypothermia :o haha! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We didint make it to East Coast in the end due to the weather, but all in all it was still a superbly fun-filled and memorable experience ;) It was really great to be able to course through the roads in the middle of the night when there were no cars,and the weather was really cooling...whee :)Of course, much thanks to the 'entertainment' by my tandem bike partner Teik Zhen,[an incredibly noisy, crazy and amusing guy, and a good friend :)] Thanks for being my guardian too :D haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures of the night ..scenic and err non-scenic ones :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SQ2O5VpyHAI/AAAAAAAAAIc/aC2LbQi_LFs/s1600-h/IMG_0310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264020655182060546" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SQ2O5VpyHAI/AAAAAAAAAIc/aC2LbQi_LFs/s400/IMG_0310.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Blockers at the first pit stop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SQ2PWHMmhYI/AAAAAAAAAIk/8xNDqUeYenM/s1600-h/IMG_0328.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264021149517776258" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SQ2PWHMmhYI/AAAAAAAAAIk/8xNDqUeYenM/s400/IMG_0328.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our rented bikes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SQ2PohdvTfI/AAAAAAAAAIs/_gaG-3daTDI/s1600-h/IMG_0326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264021465806622194" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SQ2PohdvTfI/AAAAAAAAAIs/_gaG-3daTDI/s400/IMG_0326.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jennifer : CA 1 results are coming out soon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nicole: I knowww... T.T...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jen: Lets take the easy way out T.T...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SQ2QTyUzWJI/AAAAAAAAAI0/tXGRetoL50A/s1600-h/IMG_0336.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264022209066915986" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SQ2QTyUzWJI/AAAAAAAAAI0/tXGRetoL50A/s400/IMG_0336.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me and Val Wang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SQ2Qlfx0-cI/AAAAAAAAAI8/qhcjoMVTRbQ/s1600-h/IMG_0340.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264022513326029250" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SQ2Qlfx0-cI/AAAAAAAAAI8/qhcjoMVTRbQ/s400/IMG_0340.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stadhuys look alike eh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SQ2QvJ_hw6I/AAAAAAAAAJE/eSdcsyLXnZ4/s1600-h/IMG_0349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264022679276602274" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SQ2QvJ_hw6I/AAAAAAAAAJE/eSdcsyLXnZ4/s400/IMG_0349.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Singapore Eye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SQ2Z_q1ka3I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/d0BhCaabuY8/s1600-h/IMG_0330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264032858575760242" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SQ2Z_q1ka3I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/d0BhCaabuY8/s400/IMG_0330.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Samuel attemping to be a flyer! HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SQ2RHqcJE2I/AAAAAAAAAJM/sev2-iEcka8/s1600-h/IMG_0371.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264023100303414114" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SQ2RHqcJE2I/AAAAAAAAAJM/sev2-iEcka8/s400/IMG_0371.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...and we got tired... ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SQ2RQlUo26I/AAAAAAAAAJU/cIVSS-1A4lU/s1600-h/IMG_0372.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264023253548587938" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SQ2RQlUo26I/AAAAAAAAAJU/cIVSS-1A4lU/s400/IMG_0372.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ahh :) My prized shot of the night view...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SQ2R-oEyLiI/AAAAAAAAAJc/MPAveADP4ew/s1600-h/n13618815_38967905_4961.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264024044561378850" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SQ2R-oEyLiI/AAAAAAAAAJc/MPAveADP4ew/s400/n13618815_38967905_4961.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cold and Wet from the rain...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SQ2Ww-NptpI/AAAAAAAAAJk/emeCwBsFkcs/s1600-h/IMG_0376.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264029307544123026" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SQ2Ww-NptpI/AAAAAAAAAJk/emeCwBsFkcs/s400/IMG_0376.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thats ze tandem bike ! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SQ2XR0JS0hI/AAAAAAAAAJs/5quoxGy_nYU/s1600-h/IMG_0318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264029871777174034" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SQ2XR0JS0hI/AAAAAAAAAJs/5quoxGy_nYU/s400/IMG_0318.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jia Rong,Annie,Eric,Teik Zhen, me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7423803569954382018-5751199364682673944?l=teddybearpaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teddybearpaws.blogspot.com/feeds/5751199364682673944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teddybearpaws.blogspot.com/2008/11/night-cycling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423803569954382018/posts/default/5751199364682673944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423803569954382018/posts/default/5751199364682673944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teddybearpaws.blogspot.com/2008/11/night-cycling.html' title='NIGHT CYCLING !!'/><author><name>Nicole Quah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10199710344589404122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SHRnl5puUWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/zd7PQd5q_xM/S220/IMG_0094.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SQ2O5VpyHAI/AAAAAAAAAIc/aC2LbQi_LFs/s72-c/IMG_0310.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7423803569954382018.post-594699741191730706</id><published>2008-10-28T18:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T03:19:31.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In an 'Ultimate Dilemma'</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I realized just how hard it was to get started on blogging once you've stopped for awhile :) And right now it feels as if theres just too much that has happened to put into words. So, Il just do a brief summary on it :) hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Most of you have probably heard about my ultimate dilemma =/ I spent the last 3 months or so, being double-minded about whether I should stay here in NUS or go back to IMU. And trust me, the indecisiveness of this, drove me into near madness and depression, plus being away from home and having to make a major decision like that really sucked :( And heres what made things so hard..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SQdbN7ZaRUI/AAAAAAAAAIE/OpqWtrqTYAg/s1600-h/logo_orange_b_g.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262274984446412098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 253px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SQdbN7ZaRUI/AAAAAAAAAIE/OpqWtrqTYAg/s320/logo_orange_b_g.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PROS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;*Nearer to home &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;*Secured job for 6 years after graduation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;*Cheaper, in a way :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;*Good education and a great uni :O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CONS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;*6 year bond with an RM1.3 mil penalty IF I break the bond.(bond constantly at the back of my head:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;*&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;HIGHLY &lt;/span&gt;competitive and stressful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;*Fear of not being able to cope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;*Studies + Hall life = an average of 4 hrs of sleep a night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;*Dont want to raise kids here, cuz dont want them to end up speaking Singlish or being 'kiasu' :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;*Feels like a 'dog eat dog' world environment here where ppl only care about chasing their successes and achievements, and couldnt be the least bothered about friendships and relationships.(in the med fac at least) and thus, it gets very lonely here at times :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SQdd-0z4Q_I/AAAAAAAAAIU/aSUi65Clf0s/s1600-h/logo.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262278023515227122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 237px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SQdd-0z4Q_I/AAAAAAAAAIU/aSUi65Clf0s/s320/logo.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;PROS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;*A chance to go overseas and experience nice cool weather :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;*Less stressful environmt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;*Nearer to home &amp;amp; Jien for another 2 yrs!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;* NOT bonded anywhere and the freedom to choose where I would wanna work aft grad!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;*A shorter term commitment in a way :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CONS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;*Will be paying more in IMU for er,worse education :S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;*Unsure of the twinning Uni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;*More expensive $$$$$&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;*Might not be able to get a job overseas aft grad, and might just end up working in Msia, or back here in Singp! haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;*Twinning uni means being even further further from home ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;After countless weeks of talking to so many people and getting advice on this, it still bores down to the fact that I had to make the decision on my own .Its time like these that you realize, just how shaky your faith and confidence in God is...and that at all times I was still relying on my own strentghs and just doubting that I could fully trust God :( All I could do was just to worry and worry and worry, which of course made nothing better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;....to be continued ......[Its 3:00 am, and I have physio classes tmrw!! :)]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7423803569954382018-594699741191730706?l=teddybearpaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teddybearpaws.blogspot.com/feeds/594699741191730706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teddybearpaws.blogspot.com/2008/10/in-ultimate-dilemma.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423803569954382018/posts/default/594699741191730706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423803569954382018/posts/default/594699741191730706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teddybearpaws.blogspot.com/2008/10/in-ultimate-dilemma.html' title='In an &apos;Ultimate Dilemma&apos;'/><author><name>Nicole Quah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10199710344589404122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SHRnl5puUWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/zd7PQd5q_xM/S220/IMG_0094.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SQdbN7ZaRUI/AAAAAAAAAIE/OpqWtrqTYAg/s72-c/logo_orange_b_g.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7423803569954382018.post-4310784500427940270</id><published>2008-10-10T18:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T03:37:19.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gourmet Dish</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SO-tRXfimZI/AAAAAAAAAHs/3gtpyqYE16c/s1600-h/IMG_0550.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255609804040346002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SO-tRXfimZI/AAAAAAAAAHs/3gtpyqYE16c/s400/IMG_0550.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh! :) I finally found the pic ! This was a dish me and Mummy Su Anne put together sometime back :)The vege is her contribution, the mash potato is mine &amp;amp; the lamb is ours :D and a lil bit of Jien's! hahaha..This dish was our greatest cooking achievement eh? Or at least mine ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7423803569954382018-4310784500427940270?l=teddybearpaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teddybearpaws.blogspot.com/feeds/4310784500427940270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teddybearpaws.blogspot.com/2008/10/gourmet-dish.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423803569954382018/posts/default/4310784500427940270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423803569954382018/posts/default/4310784500427940270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teddybearpaws.blogspot.com/2008/10/gourmet-dish.html' title='The Gourmet Dish'/><author><name>Nicole Quah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10199710344589404122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SHRnl5puUWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/zd7PQd5q_xM/S220/IMG_0094.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SO-tRXfimZI/AAAAAAAAAHs/3gtpyqYE16c/s72-c/IMG_0550.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7423803569954382018.post-7630700342863801411</id><published>2008-08-17T15:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T00:40:51.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Going The Distance...</title><content type='html'>Ive been here in Singapore for only about three weeks...but there hasnt been a day that has passed that I didint wish I could just go home..back to my family,back to Jien and Su,back home..:( Sure, Ive been having alot of fun over here and hall life has been ultra 'happening' but at the end of each day I cant help but still feel a tinge of sadness and loneliness...My first week at the medical faculty hasnt exactly been a great week=/...Out of a class of 260 students there are only like 10 Msians, n 5 out of that 10 have been studying in Singp for some time..and of course the rest of the 200+ are all incredibly brilliant and intimidating Singaporeans :)And looking at 90% of my coursemates getting into their cars as their parents come to pick them up and take them home,just made things harder...:( There have been times where I would just sit in the lecture hall and my eyes would tear up as waves of emotions wash me over..Id feel lonley,lost and alienated..and Jennifer told me not to keep indulging in those feelings or else it would just make things worse..and she was right ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,Ive also been preparing for a choir performance for my hall,and just as I was memorizing the lyrics to the song I realized what a beautiful song it was and how it fit so well into what I was going through right now :)Its from Hercules!haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll be there some day,I can go the distance,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will find my way, If I can be strong,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know every mile,Will be worth my while..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I go the distance Il be right where I belong&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I won't look back,I can go the distance,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And Il stay on track,no I won't accept defeat,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Its and uphill slope, But I won't lose hope,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Till I go the distance and my journey is complete.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;In my case, the distance tht Il have to go through....is another 11 or 12 years in Singapore mugging and slogging and working like mad! But I hope &amp;amp; pray things will get better each day..I know it will...I know God must have given me this opportunity for a reason :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7423803569954382018-7630700342863801411?l=teddybearpaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teddybearpaws.blogspot.com/feeds/7630700342863801411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teddybearpaws.blogspot.com/2008/08/will-i-be-able-to-go-distance.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423803569954382018/posts/default/7630700342863801411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423803569954382018/posts/default/7630700342863801411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teddybearpaws.blogspot.com/2008/08/will-i-be-able-to-go-distance.html' title='Going The Distance...'/><author><name>Nicole Quah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10199710344589404122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SHRnl5puUWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/zd7PQd5q_xM/S220/IMG_0094.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7423803569954382018.post-7359092014568097710</id><published>2008-08-09T17:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T11:16:13.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RAG DAY 2008!!!</title><content type='html'>RAG Day here..unlike what most of us would have stereotyped it to be isnt the ol' seniors get to bully juniors day ..:) R.A.G over here means Receiving And Giving where we put up performances for the public to thank them for the donations that they contributed to NUS and to the various beneficiaries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Each hall and faculty were required to design and build their own 'float' according to the theme...and we were only allowed to use recycled materials to build it!Everyone was given a duration of three months to complete it.The Kent Ridge raggers scarificed their three month break to built our float..:D The amount of effort they put into it is just&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; INSANE&lt;/span&gt;! Throughout those three months the Rag commitee worked on the float everyday...from &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;2pm-7am&lt;/span&gt;...then to bed,then their back to work at 2pm tilll 7am again the next day!! :O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then again....all their efforts paid off!! Cuz this year, Kent Ridge managed to sweep about &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;10 out of 12 awards!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;(best float design,most creative,most outstanding performance,overall champion,etc....)&lt;/span&gt;I heard that this years team also broke KR history :) Wheeeeeeee....Here are some pics of the KR float as well as those from the other halls and faculties.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you pay close attention to the floats you'll see that it is made out of the weirdest materials such as toilet bowl seats,shower heads,straws,tin cans,keys of a keyboard,kettles..etc..:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SJ2qvaH1YJI/AAAAAAAAAFk/H3G_9UQW8WE/s1600-h/IMG_0078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232526073517138066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SJ2qvaH1YJI/AAAAAAAAAFk/H3G_9UQW8WE/s400/IMG_0078.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Front view of the KR float&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SJ25POc71bI/AAAAAAAAAFs/XIWvrLknnVc/s1600-h/IMG_0076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232542013303018930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SJ25POc71bI/AAAAAAAAAFs/XIWvrLknnVc/s400/IMG_0076.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the posterior view of the sewing machine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SJ3jTWiS-nI/AAAAAAAAAHU/Dz0cXdToTCg/s1600-h/IMG_0077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232588263680834162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SJ3jTWiS-nI/AAAAAAAAAHU/Dz0cXdToTCg/s400/IMG_0077.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Side View&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SJ5ce_8U03I/AAAAAAAAAHk/45yS4y5z4g8/s1600-h/IMG_0110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232721504681382770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SJ5ce_8U03I/AAAAAAAAAHk/45yS4y5z4g8/s400/IMG_0110.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and Hai Bee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SJ29nQogPkI/AAAAAAAAAF8/4Iyv0O9BFl4/s1600-h/IMG_0081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232546824251784770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SJ29nQogPkI/AAAAAAAAAF8/4Iyv0O9BFl4/s400/IMG_0081.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think this one is by Shears Hall,not too sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SJ3Al6M3YMI/AAAAAAAAAGE/JkqeNqzvBSQ/s1600-h/IMG_0085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232550099585294530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SJ3Al6M3YMI/AAAAAAAAAGE/JkqeNqzvBSQ/s400/IMG_0085.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one iz by &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Eusoff Hall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SJ5cD_0I8nI/AAAAAAAAAHc/l6z-y-4LBgA/s1600-h/IMG_0095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232721040790581874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SJ5cD_0I8nI/AAAAAAAAAHc/l6z-y-4LBgA/s400/IMG_0095.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SJ3H4loY1iI/AAAAAAAAAGM/nzWun_nMBTY/s1600-h/IMG_0088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232558117062497826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SJ3H4loY1iI/AAAAAAAAAGM/nzWun_nMBTY/s400/IMG_0088.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me,Teik Zhen,Stephen (and vr all frm Perak!wOooT!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SJ3JYFNDkyI/AAAAAAAAAGU/St2BASGS1DY/s1600-h/IMG_0090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232559757625365282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SJ3JYFNDkyI/AAAAAAAAAGU/St2BASGS1DY/s400/IMG_0090.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thats me and Yu Kai(a.k.a my date :p )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SJ3J-RPMhoI/AAAAAAAAAGc/iLYTBOk84C8/s1600-h/IMG_0097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232560413690594946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SJ3J-RPMhoI/AAAAAAAAAGc/iLYTBOk84C8/s400/IMG_0097.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is by &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;King Edward&lt;/span&gt;(MaeY and Wendy's hall :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SJ3eMrpF4iI/AAAAAAAAAGk/KBz8fiUwrog/s1600-h/IMG_0096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232582651529257506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SJ3eMrpF4iI/AAAAAAAAAGk/KBz8fiUwrog/s400/IMG_0096.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;\&lt;br /&gt;This ones by Temasek Hall I fink:p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SJ3e05DvQTI/AAAAAAAAAGs/jq6ZSbQ8Ed4/s1600-h/IMG_0098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232583342325449010" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SJ3e05DvQTI/AAAAAAAAAGs/jq6ZSbQ8Ed4/s400/IMG_0098.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This ones by the &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;School of Medicine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SJ3fI6EtIcI/AAAAAAAAAG0/lV5ERx5XM-s/s1600-h/IMG_0105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232583686195323330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SJ3fI6EtIcI/AAAAAAAAAG0/lV5ERx5XM-s/s400/IMG_0105.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viviene,Hui Yi,me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SJ3fhwEz5uI/AAAAAAAAAG8/C2j4r5Q-KfY/s1600-h/IMG_0107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232584113008142050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SJ3fhwEz5uI/AAAAAAAAAG8/C2j4r5Q-KfY/s400/IMG_0107.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A Block Freshies!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SJ3fsPGvmWI/AAAAAAAAAHE/MUsU2gCw5Dc/s1600-h/IMG_0114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232584293136439650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SJ3fsPGvmWI/AAAAAAAAAHE/MUsU2gCw5Dc/s400/IMG_0114.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5th floor Aunties.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SJ3gPWgWFyI/AAAAAAAAAHM/JpbcWCypD6w/s1600-h/IMG_0117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232584896418289442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SJ3gPWgWFyI/AAAAAAAAAHM/JpbcWCypD6w/s400/IMG_0117.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our uber cool leader,who is a fantastic beat boxer,Mr. Deo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7423803569954382018-7359092014568097710?l=teddybearpaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teddybearpaws.blogspot.com/feeds/7359092014568097710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teddybearpaws.blogspot.com/2008/08/rag-day-2008.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423803569954382018/posts/default/7359092014568097710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423803569954382018/posts/default/7359092014568097710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teddybearpaws.blogspot.com/2008/08/rag-day-2008.html' title='RAG DAY 2008!!!'/><author><name>Nicole Quah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10199710344589404122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SHRnl5puUWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/zd7PQd5q_xM/S220/IMG_0094.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SJ2qvaH1YJI/AAAAAAAAAFk/H3G_9UQW8WE/s72-c/IMG_0078.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7423803569954382018.post-2567352188474209149</id><published>2008-08-04T03:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T16:24:45.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FWOC at Kent Ridge(KR)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SJUYyMjCIqI/AAAAAAAAAFM/ZoJfbAdPsoU/s1600-h/IMG_0071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230113792901391010" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SJUYyMjCIqI/AAAAAAAAAFM/ZoJfbAdPsoU/s400/IMG_0071.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;This the front view of KR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first one week at KR is pretty much indescribable..:) but I shall try my best to do justice to it. I haven't had time to even breatheeee...let alone blog..and thats how crazy hall life is !Our hall orientation spanned 6 days and the activities each day lasts from 8am-2,3,4 am :o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon arrival at the hall, I was greeted so enthusiastically by the seniors who helped unload the car..which needless to say ended up being the most embarassing thing ever... because once they saw the backseat and the booth of my car,they were like &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"WAHH...this girl shifted her whole house here!!"..&lt;/span&gt;dang =/..&lt;br /&gt;and the secret of the teddy bears and bolsters that I brought were sadly...&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;e.x.p.o.s.e.d&lt;/span&gt;. :( And since that faithful day my name in KR has been tainted :p....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SJUZHFSEMAI/AAAAAAAAAFU/83s4wf0hz_o/s1600-h/IMG_0073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230114151728427010" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SJUZHFSEMAI/AAAAAAAAAFU/83s4wf0hz_o/s400/IMG_0073.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Heres one of my tiny &amp;amp; cosy little room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My room, as you can see is amazingly tiny..(what ur looking at is 99% of the room) :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Dating Game&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Out of all the games we had for orientation,this one definately rules all others out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Basically, all the jr freshmen are required to&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; 'go after/chase/stalk'&lt;/span&gt; a senior. Girl freshies go after the male seniors and vice versa.The aim of the game is to get a date for a movie and a dinner for two.And just to make life difficult for us,:p most oftenly the seniors will not say yes until we go all out and do outrageous things to get them to be our date...and this game spans 2 weeks..garhh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Some of the crazy things that the freshies did...(am not one of them :p )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;one girl did a public erm...sexy dance for a guy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;many sang in public for their dates&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;some wrote and recited poems&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;some made videos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;a couples of us decorated the seniors room and door for em&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;prepared breakfast for them&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;cooked them dinner&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;there was a girl who played the flute or piccolo i think..:) for the guy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;one girl pasted arrows on the floor all the way frm her room to the guys room!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;So there, heres just a gist of the whole orientation :) Overall, it was a &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;fantastic &lt;/span&gt;experience, and it really made all of us feel that KR could now be called '&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;home away from home'.&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/7423803569954382018-2567352188474209149?l=teddybearpaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teddybearpaws.blogspot.com/feeds/2567352188474209149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teddybearpaws.blogspot.com/2008/08/fwoc-at-kent-ridgekr.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423803569954382018/posts/default/2567352188474209149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423803569954382018/posts/default/2567352188474209149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teddybearpaws.blogspot.com/2008/08/fwoc-at-kent-ridgekr.html' title='FWOC at Kent Ridge(KR)'/><author><name>Nicole Quah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10199710344589404122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SHRnl5puUWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/zd7PQd5q_xM/S220/IMG_0094.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SJUYyMjCIqI/AAAAAAAAAFM/ZoJfbAdPsoU/s72-c/IMG_0071.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7423803569954382018.post-5199250960765506723</id><published>2008-07-24T06:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T16:24:45.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unforgettable Moments, Unforgettable Friendships</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SIbb9dz4KCI/AAAAAAAAAE0/0Ol_q9GaBKw/s1600-h/DSC00341.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226106266630760482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SIbb9dz4KCI/AAAAAAAAAE0/0Ol_q9GaBKw/s320/DSC00341.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SIbccYh7xZI/AAAAAAAAAE8/TzWXt69Toz0/s1600-h/IMG_0577.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226106797789267346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SIbccYh7xZI/AAAAAAAAAE8/TzWXt69Toz0/s320/IMG_0577.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Above:&lt;/span&gt; This was in 2006 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Below:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Two years later, they grew up!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Im counting down the days to me having to say goodbye to Jien and Su..=( Its 3 days from today...Ive known both of them for about two years..(*seems like a short time right ?:) But to me their family...and one of the greatest friends Ive met and made..They've always been there for me,looked after me,and beared with my annoying ways and complaints :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;What worries me is that, things will change once I leave... I know we'll all make new friends and good friends..:D and thats a good thing, but I just don't want my old besties to be strangers when I next see them :( [of course Jien is the bf,so this doesnt apply :p] And they have been the bestest best housemates everr...;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Heres the list of our unforgettable moments together.. (*emo smile*)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;a) Our Pangkor,Malacca &amp;amp; Genting trip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;b) Uncloggin the Vista C toilet which was overflowing with someones poo poo..:p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;c) Binging on popcorn,chocolates,seaweed and fruits at 2am :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;d) Bowling &amp;amp; squash in our apartment..then the Aunty from the floor below came and scolded us :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;" Bu yau wan aa..!!hen chaoo/chow?!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;e) April Fools joke on Jien Pang...HAHA..(me &amp;amp; Su, schemed to tell him that our toilet got clogged yet &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;AGAIN&lt;/span&gt;! and he fell for it! )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;f) Last minute cramming for summative 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;g) Helping Su cook!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;h) Getting all excited in anticipation of the next OTH episode and bugging the 'download man' to get it for us:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;i) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Times when Su and I would barge into Jien's room and go, &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"WAKE UPP JIENNN...WAKE UPP!!WAKE UPPP!! "&lt;/span&gt; and then start bouncing the beach ball on the ground so that it went (thumpp thumpp!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;j) Chor tai ti in Su's room :)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;k) Numerous shopping trips when Jien would all of a sudden fall sick and tell us that we should go off on our own :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'll miss you guys very much...but I know its part of life,we make great friendships and then we have no choice but to move on to a new place, college or uni,and then we build new friendships :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I suck at keeping in touch, and I know we'll all be busy with our own stuff, we might not be msn-ing or emailing everyday..but just know that if at all you guys need to talk or you just need someone to listen,Il be there :) Thank you for everything both of you have done for me.You guys have indeed been a wonderful wonderful blessing to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*tight tight hugs*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7423803569954382018-5199250960765506723?l=teddybearpaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teddybearpaws.blogspot.com/feeds/5199250960765506723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teddybearpaws.blogspot.com/2008/07/unforgettable-moments-unforgettable.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423803569954382018/posts/default/5199250960765506723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423803569954382018/posts/default/5199250960765506723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teddybearpaws.blogspot.com/2008/07/unforgettable-moments-unforgettable.html' title='Unforgettable Moments, Unforgettable Friendships'/><author><name>Nicole Quah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10199710344589404122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SHRnl5puUWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/zd7PQd5q_xM/S220/IMG_0094.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SIbb9dz4KCI/AAAAAAAAAE0/0Ol_q9GaBKw/s72-c/DSC00341.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7423803569954382018.post-4142429141071488231</id><published>2008-07-17T06:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T16:24:45.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things Don't Always Go As Planned</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I had BIG plans for the holidays.... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1. Read up the whole of my Anatomy and Physiology textbook [a lil bit too ambitious]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2. Revise all my Semester 1 notes so I can show off in NUS :p (jk....)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3. Study,study,study&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;4. Disect what I've learnt into tiny pieces and try studying it in more detail..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(needless to say, I achieved none of the above )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;BUT, this is what I ended up doing... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1. Yogah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2. Tennis lessons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3. Reading magazines and story books&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;4. Watching E! on Astro and kepoh-ing about celebrity news&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;5. Cooking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and last but not least..this is what Ive been doing every day without fail ..:p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SH7xYy-fzJI/AAAAAAAAAEU/gTt9xuyiKwI/s1600-h/ScreenShot004.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223878026099412114" style="WIDTH: 397px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 283px" height="282" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SH7xYy-fzJI/AAAAAAAAAEU/gTt9xuyiKwI/s320/ScreenShot004.bmp" width="363" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats me and Jien fighthing off the bees in &lt;em&gt;'Wonderland Online'&lt;/em&gt;! =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7423803569954382018-4142429141071488231?l=teddybearpaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teddybearpaws.blogspot.com/feeds/4142429141071488231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teddybearpaws.blogspot.com/2008/07/things-dont-always-go-as-planned-p.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423803569954382018/posts/default/4142429141071488231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423803569954382018/posts/default/4142429141071488231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teddybearpaws.blogspot.com/2008/07/things-dont-always-go-as-planned-p.html' title='Things Don&apos;t Always Go As Planned'/><author><name>Nicole Quah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10199710344589404122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SHRnl5puUWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/zd7PQd5q_xM/S220/IMG_0094.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SH7xYy-fzJI/AAAAAAAAAEU/gTt9xuyiKwI/s72-c/ScreenShot004.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7423803569954382018.post-7931418392004517876</id><published>2008-07-15T08:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T16:24:46.165+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wisdom Tooth Ordeal</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;After months and months of suffering recurrent gum infections,bleeding gums and swelling gums I finally got my wisdom tooth or rather 'teeth' removed! *toothless grin* I got all THREE wisdom teeth out at once at one of the oral surgeons in Mid Valley.The procedure wasn't quite as painful as I expected it to be, maybe because I was sound asleep throughout the whole thing :)(*the doc put me under an Intravenous sedation*) But it was the pre-surgery part that freaked me out.The doc sat me &amp;amp; my parents down and with his &lt;em&gt;scary dentist look&lt;/em&gt; started explaining about cutting the gums and bones &amp;amp; how he would be giving me multiple injections that would be rather 'unpleasant'....*gulp* The nervousness and anxiety got worse when he put me onto the dentist chair (or rather strapped me down!), covered me with a blanket and started pushing out their trays full of needles n little bottles..brrr..&lt;br /&gt;The dentist even tried distracting me by going, "Oh, so you're going to Singapore I hear?Why did you choose Singapore?" (while jabbing a needle into my arm ..:S) And I was too terrifed to reply..I just went" Uhhhh..heee..Singaporeee.....Zzzzzz..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SHsUprh3vlI/AAAAAAAAAD0/gJmtvaLvhkk/s1600-h/IMG_0049.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222790899158203986" style="WIDTH: 198px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 251px" height="241" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SHsUprh3vlI/AAAAAAAAAD0/gJmtvaLvhkk/s320/IMG_0049.JPG" width="184" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;This is a picture of one of my teeth :) The other two were taken by Su Anne ( a dental student) because she said she wanted to keep a piece of me with her when I left to Singp! :p ahaha..nah, she took it to study my very gigantic &amp;amp; decayed wisdom tooth :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SHsWFycYc5I/AAAAAAAAAEE/_Ph_SgBF6x8/s1600-h/n573805129_855816_8866.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222792481562194834" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 324px" height="254" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SHsWFycYc5I/AAAAAAAAAEE/_Ph_SgBF6x8/s320/n573805129_855816_8866.jpg" width="186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;For those of you didint know what I meant by the 'scary dentist look'...Heres an example of such :P...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7423803569954382018-7931418392004517876?l=teddybearpaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teddybearpaws.blogspot.com/feeds/7931418392004517876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teddybearpaws.blogspot.com/2008/07/wisdom-tooth-ordeal.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423803569954382018/posts/default/7931418392004517876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423803569954382018/posts/default/7931418392004517876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teddybearpaws.blogspot.com/2008/07/wisdom-tooth-ordeal.html' title='Wisdom Tooth Ordeal'/><author><name>Nicole Quah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10199710344589404122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SHRnl5puUWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/zd7PQd5q_xM/S220/IMG_0094.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SHsUprh3vlI/AAAAAAAAAD0/gJmtvaLvhkk/s72-c/IMG_0049.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7423803569954382018.post-4965600422241333448</id><published>2008-07-13T13:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T16:24:46.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'>?Blogging for Dummies?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SHi6gWu36kI/AAAAAAAAADU/qFTfnUBaXPY/s1600-h/blog.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222128832956852802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="251" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SHi6gWu36kI/AAAAAAAAADU/qFTfnUBaXPY/s320/blog.bmp" width="197" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; NOooo.. :p I did not have to resort to 'Blogging for Dummies'...but I almost did! It seems to me that everyone else has better technical knowledge of computers n HTML codes than me :( My process of constructing my blog went like this ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I went to google on 'How to start a blog'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Googled 'How to add stuff to my blog'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. It went on to 'How to understand HTML codes'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Next was 'How to add music to my blog '&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I reached no.3 I felt pretty much like a dummie already :(&lt;br /&gt;Then again...I learnt a thing or two about HTML codes which turned out to be pretty cool actually. Though it looks like a bunch of latin words, I actually managed to shift one of my widgets frm the centre to the side just by deleting the word "Centre" somewhere amongst those codes &amp;amp; I tried my luck by typing "Side" and Walaaa! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7423803569954382018-4965600422241333448?l=teddybearpaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teddybearpaws.blogspot.com/feeds/4965600422241333448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teddybearpaws.blogspot.com/2008/07/blogging-for-dummies.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423803569954382018/posts/default/4965600422241333448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423803569954382018/posts/default/4965600422241333448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teddybearpaws.blogspot.com/2008/07/blogging-for-dummies.html' title='?Blogging for Dummies?'/><author><name>Nicole Quah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10199710344589404122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SHRnl5puUWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/zd7PQd5q_xM/S220/IMG_0094.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SHi6gWu36kI/AAAAAAAAADU/qFTfnUBaXPY/s72-c/blog.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7423803569954382018.post-1780543944197655304</id><published>2008-07-12T06:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T17:13:56.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How it all started...</title><content type='html'>YAYY!!Ive finally got my very own blog =) Two years ago, I told Jien(an avid blogger) that blogs are for nerds and boring people and for people who had square butts from sitting too long on the computer chair..and was desperately trying to pull him over to the facebook/friendster side ;) He on the other hand, said that friendster was for 'lala' people &amp;amp; those who merely wanted to showcase their photographs!Two years down the road...he iz now an active facebooker(enjoying every bit of the lalaness) and here I am ,starting of my own blog! *Looks like we've come to a compromise* ;) wheee....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7423803569954382018-1780543944197655304?l=teddybearpaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teddybearpaws.blogspot.com/feeds/1780543944197655304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teddybearpaws.blogspot.com/2008/07/how-it-all-started.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423803569954382018/posts/default/1780543944197655304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7423803569954382018/posts/default/1780543944197655304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teddybearpaws.blogspot.com/2008/07/how-it-all-started.html' title='How it all started...'/><author><name>Nicole Quah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10199710344589404122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_V8eMvabe_Uc/SHRnl5puUWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/zd7PQd5q_xM/S220/IMG_0094.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
