<?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-7679650</id><updated>2012-01-28T16:00:46.481+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Timsum and Sharpie's Place!</title><subtitle type='html'>Welcome to the one and only blog where the Brilliant Duo share their everyday lives with you... LIVE, UNCUT and UNCENSORED all the way from Houston!!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timsum.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7679650/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timsum.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7679650/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04962759833519419496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/70/1392/320/timchips.4.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>388</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7679650.post-6662340563585696716</id><published>2011-06-20T17:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T17:41:16.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Isaiah's nicknames</title><content type='html'>Daddy: Diaper boy&lt;br /&gt;Mummy: Mr Cute, bao bei&lt;br /&gt;Grandma Ho: Darling&lt;br /&gt;Grandpa Ho: Handsome boy&lt;br /&gt;Grandma Tan: Ai zhe ya&lt;br /&gt;Grandpa Tan: Botak&lt;br /&gt;Yee Yee: Chou Chou&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7679650-6662340563585696716?l=timsum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timsum.blogspot.com/feeds/6662340563585696716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7679650&amp;postID=6662340563585696716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7679650/posts/default/6662340563585696716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7679650/posts/default/6662340563585696716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timsum.blogspot.com/2011/06/isaiahs-nicknames.html' title='Isaiah&apos;s nicknames'/><author><name>Sharpie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15826878846486136537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7679650.post-3004857078392819665</id><published>2011-05-16T00:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T00:16:54.165+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Facebook</title><content type='html'>Facebook makes it so much easier to upload n share photos n news that I've neglected updating this blog. Hopefully I will update this online diary soon &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CGG is going to the UK for ten days while i remain in singapore with isaiah. We will make the best of these days. Maybe when Tim comes back Isaiah would have learnt something new&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7679650-3004857078392819665?l=timsum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timsum.blogspot.com/feeds/3004857078392819665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7679650&amp;postID=3004857078392819665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7679650/posts/default/3004857078392819665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7679650/posts/default/3004857078392819665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timsum.blogspot.com/2011/05/facebook.html' title='Facebook'/><author><name>Sharpie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15826878846486136537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7679650.post-4324673359950298874</id><published>2011-01-22T19:58:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T20:21:36.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'>More quips</title><content type='html'>Isaiah: WAH!!!!!!!!!!! (cries extremely loudly until he turns purple)&lt;br /&gt;FIL to Tim: You are such a patient person, why is your son like that?&lt;br /&gt;Tim to FIL: Like the mother lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the checkup, I asked the gynae whether the emergency c-section I had was considered dangerous. She responded, "Not for the baby."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7679650-4324673359950298874?l=timsum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timsum.blogspot.com/feeds/4324673359950298874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7679650&amp;postID=4324673359950298874' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7679650/posts/default/4324673359950298874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7679650/posts/default/4324673359950298874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timsum.blogspot.com/2011/01/more-quips.html' title='More quips'/><author><name>Sharpie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15826878846486136537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7679650.post-7303532027779651386</id><published>2010-12-14T22:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T22:36:09.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gynae checkup - 11 Dec 2010</title><content type='html'>Baby is 2.4kg and I just crossed the 50kg mark! The past two times the gynae saw me, she would exclaim that I really look gigantic. Because of my size, she advised me to curb my sugar intake and try not to take desserts, ice cream and soft drinks in case the baby grows too big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although placenta is still low, it is no longer blocking the birth canal. There is a high chance that I can go for natural birth as long as Isaiah doesn't weigh heavier than 3.3kg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next checkup will be on 23 Dec and I will be doing the STREP test. If everything goes well, I will be ready to give birth any time soon. To induce birth, the gynae recommended me to walk. I shall walk till I drop starting mid next week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully the baby will be here early but not too early cos I still wanna celebrate Xmas. Tim and I took leave in the week of 27 Dec to enjoy the very last bit of our couplehood. I am sure we are going to miss that for a while.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7679650-7303532027779651386?l=timsum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timsum.blogspot.com/feeds/7303532027779651386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7679650&amp;postID=7303532027779651386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7679650/posts/default/7303532027779651386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7679650/posts/default/7303532027779651386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timsum.blogspot.com/2010/12/gynae-checkup-11-dec-2010.html' title='Gynae checkup - 11 Dec 2010'/><author><name>Sharpie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15826878846486136537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7679650.post-2375906588613101187</id><published>2010-11-28T23:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T23:35:51.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quips</title><content type='html'>Sharon: I feel like an elephant&lt;br /&gt;Tim: You are my favorite elephant followed by Dumbo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------&lt;br /&gt;Sharon: My face is getting bigger&lt;br /&gt;Tim: I can anyhow kiss and will still manage to kiss it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7679650-2375906588613101187?l=timsum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timsum.blogspot.com/feeds/2375906588613101187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7679650&amp;postID=2375906588613101187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7679650/posts/default/2375906588613101187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7679650/posts/default/2375906588613101187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timsum.blogspot.com/2010/11/quips.html' title='Quips'/><author><name>Sharpie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15826878846486136537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7679650.post-7114594399391354969</id><published>2010-11-27T22:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T22:58:35.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prezzie</title><content type='html'>Tim's colleague asked him what he gave me for our anniversary this year. He couldn't remember and so he sent me a message to ask. I couldn't remember either. It could be that we spent some quality time with each other at Marriott and did not buy anything for each other. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I thought if I had blogged about it, I would probably have some records of what we bought for each other over the years. So I am going write this down for records. I just gave Tim his Xmas and 14th anniversary prezzies:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- A pair of Emporio Armani cufflinks which Ah Mei helped me to buy at Heathrow airport on her way back from NYC. Had originally wanted her to buy a pair of Boss cufflinks from Woodbury but there wasn't an outlet there. And the boutique in Manhattan had closed down. Good thing she still managed to get me a pair from London.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- A key pouch for the car key. While shopping at Robinsons today, Tim went over to the Braun Buffel counter and browsed at the key pouches. Didn't realise that he has been randomly looking at some key pouches in the past few months. As the new design was not on sale, we decided to try our luck at OG. True enough we got a 10% discount for a nice leather key pouch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7679650-7114594399391354969?l=timsum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timsum.blogspot.com/feeds/7114594399391354969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7679650&amp;postID=7114594399391354969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7679650/posts/default/7114594399391354969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7679650/posts/default/7114594399391354969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timsum.blogspot.com/2010/11/prezzie.html' title='Prezzie'/><author><name>Sharpie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15826878846486136537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7679650.post-4171564719779774142</id><published>2010-11-23T20:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T20:53:53.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is so fragile</title><content type='html'>I missed the chance to meet up when you were here in Singapore. The final chance to see you again. May you rest in peace, Christina.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7679650-4171564719779774142?l=timsum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timsum.blogspot.com/feeds/4171564719779774142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7679650&amp;postID=4171564719779774142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7679650/posts/default/4171564719779774142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7679650/posts/default/4171564719779774142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timsum.blogspot.com/2010/11/life-is-so-fragile.html' title='Life is so fragile'/><author><name>Sharpie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15826878846486136537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7679650.post-1856759507127246472</id><published>2010-10-26T19:23:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T21:22:11.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pregnancy Progress</title><content type='html'>Hmm...I should have resumed blogging earlier so that I can keep track of the progress of my pregnancy. Now I don't even remember when I first found out I was pregnant and when I did all my important scans. See what pregnancy does to one...It's true, you lose your short-term memory!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a rough timeline:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 May 2010 - I only remembered I found out on a Sunday but can't remember the exact date. I had missed my menses for two weeks (i think) but didn't really think much about it since it has always been irregular. Tim suggested to test for it but I was a little hesitant at first as I didn't want to waste money on a pregnancy test kit After a little persuasion, I gave in. Better to find out earlier rather than later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The instruction manual indicates that it will take about a min before the results will be out. But all it took was a couple of seconds. I was shock and my first reaction was to laugh (a weird laugh). I wasn't sure whether to be happy or not since this was unplanned. Meanwhile, Tim who had realised by then I wasn't in the room came knocking at the toilet door. When he heard my weird laughter, he demanded to know the results immediately. When I showed him the test kit, he was elated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next two people I informed were my sis and dad who were sitting in the living room. They didn't sound particularly excited but I knew they were happy. When I told my mum about the news when she came home, her first reaction was to congratulate my dad for becoming a granddad. What a weird family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18 May 2010 - After checking online for a gynae around Chai Chee area, we found Thomson Women Clinic @ Katong. There weren't that many reviews about the gynae, Geraldine Tan, but at least there wasn't any bad ones so we decided to head there for our first ever gynae checkup. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first met Geraldine, I thought, boy, this gynae is so young! She is also very cheery and always smiling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I was only late for a couple of weeks, she suggested to do a vaginal scan instead of an abdominal one. True enough, we couldn't see anything except for a tiny bubble (hence the nickname, He Qi Pao). There was no heartbeat but the bubble proved that I was indeed pregnant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came the shocking news...I have never heard of the term fibroid in my entire life. Apparently it is a benign tumour that affects many women and I was one of the unlucky ones. Usually a fibroid wouldn't cause too much of a concern. However, given that the size of my fibroid which measured about 8cm (the size of an orange) at that time and my petite frame, it could potentially take precious womb space away from the baby. And depending on the location of the fibroid, it could affect my chances of having a natural birth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, given that we could only see a bubble, we were told to come back a week later for another scan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27 May 2010?? - It was an amazing feeling when we first saw the heartbeat. The flashing on the screen gave us so much joy. We couldn't wait to see the little life in me grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also learned that what I had is known as andenomyoma. A kind of fibroid that does not have a clear demarcation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometime in June - Was supposed to have a checkup on one of the Thursdays i think but&lt;br /&gt;I began to experience some spotting. After asking my friends, I decided to call the gynae and was told to go for checkup immediately. That was when I first saw the baby kicked. As it was a last min checkup, Tim couldn't join me and totally missed that. He was pretty disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early July 2010 - It's been a while since Tim last saw the baby and he was very excited about going for the OSCAR scan at NUH. The sonographer several measurements including the thickness of the baby's neck. I also took a blood test. I was relieved when the results showed that there wasn't a high risk of the baby having down syndrome.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late July 2010 - We found out the gender of the baby. It's a boy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7679650-1856759507127246472?l=timsum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timsum.blogspot.com/feeds/1856759507127246472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7679650&amp;postID=1856759507127246472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7679650/posts/default/1856759507127246472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7679650/posts/default/1856759507127246472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timsum.blogspot.com/2010/10/pregnancy-progress.html' title='Pregnancy Progress'/><author><name>Sharpie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15826878846486136537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7679650.post-7516567030719377224</id><published>2010-10-18T19:20:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T20:00:25.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trips this year -  Part 2</title><content type='html'>After finding out we are pregnant, Tim and I thought that we should have one last holiday before the baby comes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's when we conceived the idea of having an overseas trip with not just the two of us but together with our parents. Yes, both sets of parents! We were thinking that since it would be a while before we travel again, so why not make it a family trip!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So off we went to Phuket! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess many couples would be a little hesitant to bring both sets of parents on a vacation together but not us. We were sure it would turn out fine. And true enough, the trip was really enjoyable and we got to spend some quality time together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even found out more about my FIL. I now understand why Tim is so physically adventurous and always full of energy. He inherited these traits from his father! When my FIL saw a rope hanging from a tree, after tugging at it for a few times to make sure it was secured, he promptly lifted his body from the ground by grabbing onto the rope and asked Tim to take a photo of him. Something I would not expect a man of his age to do! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we took longer than expected to reach Patong, my FIL became restless. But when he saw the beach, he immediately took off his clothes and jumped into the sea. Exactly what Tim would usually do! The father and son were the only two swimming and wrestling with the waves from our group of seven (or should I say eight). The rest were happy just lazing around on the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tim probably also inherited humongous appetite and high metabolism rate from his father. The amount of food my FIL eats is probably more than a man of Tim's age would eat yet he remains skinny.  I am suspecting our son has also inherited his appetite from Tim cos I am constantly hungry after getting pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always wanted to bring my parents on a road trip. Although Phuket is not exactly the place I had in mind, it was good enough. As we stayed in the north side of the island, we had to drive every time we stepped out of the resort. It was fun reading the maps, figuring how to get to places and exploring the island. Something which they probably never experienced before.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7679650-7516567030719377224?l=timsum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timsum.blogspot.com/feeds/7516567030719377224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7679650&amp;postID=7516567030719377224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7679650/posts/default/7516567030719377224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7679650/posts/default/7516567030719377224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timsum.blogspot.com/2010/10/trips-this-year-part-2.html' title='Trips this year -  Part 2'/><author><name>Sharpie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15826878846486136537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7679650.post-8302939801791371383</id><published>2010-10-11T18:16:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T19:20:11.227+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trips this year - Part I</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Japan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visited Tokyo and Hokkaido in March/April this year. One of the best trips ever! There were so much to do and eat and best of all, the company was awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Snowboarding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The standalone house we stayed has a nice, rustic feel with a great view of the ski slopes from the living room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ski slopes had fluffy snow although it still hurt when I fell. I had a terrible time on the first day as no matter how hard I tried, I just couldn't turn. I was thinking to myself then how would I survive the second day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, on the second day, with a change of teacher from Tim to Zing, not only did I manage to turn, I could go down the slope backwards and turn on demand! When the others stopped skiing, I was still like an energiser bunny going on and on. I stopped only because I didn't want them to wait for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had such a wonderful time that I told Tim I want to go skiing at the end of this year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had the best sushi at the fish market. Waited 3-4 hours in the cold before we had a chance to savor the fresh catch of the day. From Ottoro to sea urchin...definitely a gastronomic experience!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hokkaido ramen was to die for too. The small eatery outside our ski resort is manned by this middle-aged Japanese man. He patiently cooked the noodles only when he received the orders and each bowl came with a rich broth that nothing I had in Singapore could compare. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matsuzaka beef was another gourmet food we had in Tokyo. Before we went to Japan, the only research I did was on food. We finally got to try this top grade wagyu beef on our last day in Japan. It literally melts in your mouth. The meal was extremely satisfying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Shopping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the shopaholics, Japan is probably a shopping paradise although the stuff can be quite expensive. But for Tim and I who do not shop, we spent most of our time resting or looking for food while the rest do their shopping. Thus, the things we bought were all food-related even the souvenirs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Onsen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Experienced my first real onsen in Hokkaido. We had to first strip naked and take a shower before stepping into the hot pool. The first time we had to do it, the gals were all blur and shy. We didn't know what to do and it didn't help that we were all buck naked. We were very slow in taking the shower (sitting down), trying hard not to let our eyes wander too much. However, by our second onsen, we were all pro and bold too! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Sakura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason why we chose to go Japan during March/April is so that we could catch the Sakura. And ain't we lucky! The weekend we first touched down in Tokyo, the Sakura were starting to bloom and by the time we got back from Hokkaido the following week, the flowers were in full bloom. What a beautiful sight! It was quite an experience too seeing the Japanese out in full force to celebrate in the parks with not just a small picnic basket but their entire kitchen. Well, they were having steamboats and sake in the park!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stalls were set up to sell food and drinks. Oh my, even these roadside food were delish! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After trying real hard to meet up with Angie for the entire day due to many hiccups that happened(remembering the wrong date, no phone connection, train stopped running), we finally got to meet her at 10 plus at night over a puffer fish supper. It's always to catch up with old friends especially those from afar. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I would however not spend so much just to eat the puffer fish again. The fish is really over hyped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Overall experience&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The service in Japan is always top-notch. The Japanese are ever so friendly. Although at times it could be hard to communicate with them especially when we were in Hokkaido, we still managed to get around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immediately after coming back to Singapore, I wanted to book another trip for the end of the year just to ski and eat. Alas, it is not meant to be!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7679650-8302939801791371383?l=timsum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timsum.blogspot.com/feeds/8302939801791371383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7679650&amp;postID=8302939801791371383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7679650/posts/default/8302939801791371383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7679650/posts/default/8302939801791371383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timsum.blogspot.com/2010/10/trips-this-year.html' title='Trips this year - Part I'/><author><name>Sharpie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15826878846486136537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7679650.post-6227257151912154181</id><published>2010-10-11T17:45:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T18:16:23.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a while......</title><content type='html'>It's been almost a year since my last entry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What have changed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Husband - still the same hubby of course except that he doesn't have to travel anymore. Yippee! But he works longer hours nowadays and usually come home after nine. At least we get to see each other everyday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home - now permanently living with parents-in-law instead of staying over only when Tim is in town. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Room - we have taken over my SIL's room after she got married in April. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In-law - got a new BIL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby - a baby tiger coming our way! Hmm...is that the product of Tim not travelling?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nephew - a nephew coming our way too! A honeymoon baby! At this time, the EDD of our baby tiger is one week earlier than our nephew. But you never know who is going to win the race!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;House - still no news of when we will be receiving the keys. That makes planning of who to take care of the baby when my maternity leave ends really difficult. We are thinking of a couple of options: &lt;br /&gt;(i) hire a maid but Tim's flat is too small and we are not used to living with strangers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ii)infant care - this option is really expensive and which location should we choose (i.e., Chai Chee, Raffles Place or AMK)? If we choose infant care over maid, who is going to take care of the household chores when we move to AMK? By the time we get home after picking up little tiger, it will be too late to prepare dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a big headache!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Income &amp; expenses - One did not go up by much but the other went up by a huge margin. I am sure you know which is which.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7679650-6227257151912154181?l=timsum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timsum.blogspot.com/feeds/6227257151912154181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7679650&amp;postID=6227257151912154181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7679650/posts/default/6227257151912154181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7679650/posts/default/6227257151912154181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timsum.blogspot.com/2010/10/its-been-while.html' title='It&apos;s been a while......'/><author><name>Sharpie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15826878846486136537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7679650.post-2427598302107708589</id><published>2009-11-21T01:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T01:32:55.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding Bells are Ringing!</title><content type='html'>Not mine of course! That was so long ago....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31 Oct 2009: Neo and Zing&lt;br /&gt;A very touching church wedding with Neo reciting a poem he wrote for Zing which chronicled their blossoming love. Neo could sing for nuts but he crooned just for Zing who was brought to tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was the jie mei. Tim was the bro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 Nov 2009: WX &amp; MQ&lt;br /&gt;A thematic wedding. Many people dressed up to the Shanghai theme. Ladies donned the cheongsum.  There were song and dance, speeches, presentation of flowers, and even best dressed award. A very interesting event. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tim and I were the emcees. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21 Nov 2009: Simon &amp; XX&lt;br /&gt;Tim's cousin is getting married in a few hours' time. No one has met the mysterious lady before. I wonder how the wedding will turn out. It's gonna be a journey to the west as both the church wedding and dinner are in Jurong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tim is the bro. I am the kaypoh since I will have to turn up early cos Tiff is helping out at the church.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;29 Dec 2009: Zina &amp; SK&lt;br /&gt;There will not be any gatecrashing but that doesn't mean we will let the groom in without him having to give any ang pow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the jie mei. Tim is the dodo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 Dec 2009: Jaguar &amp; joey&lt;br /&gt;A luncheon at St Regis' neighbour The Regent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tim thinks that there is a possibility that he might be the bro although he is not really certain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25 Dec 2009: Ivan &amp; Adeline&lt;br /&gt;A Xmas affair which means no Xmas eve party this year for the gang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No duties for us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above excludes the other weddings that Tim has to attend. No wonder 钱不够用！&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7679650-2427598302107708589?l=timsum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timsum.blogspot.com/feeds/2427598302107708589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7679650&amp;postID=2427598302107708589' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7679650/posts/default/2427598302107708589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7679650/posts/default/2427598302107708589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timsum.blogspot.com/2009/11/wedding-bells-are-ringing.html' title='Wedding Bells are Ringing!'/><author><name>Sharpie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15826878846486136537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7679650.post-3499752585178456875</id><published>2009-10-22T21:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T22:06:27.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bali Getaway</title><content type='html'>I can't wait to leave for Bali. Not because I am excited about going on a trip but because I simply can't wait to get away from work. I am so looking forward to just lazing in the pool, sleep all I want, waking up only when I like, swim if I feel like it, and maybe read a book or two. I don't even mind staying in the villa the whole time even if it means I dont really get to see Bali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So swarmed with to-dos that I just dont want to do anything during this trip. Hopefully I will come back rejuvenated......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7679650-3499752585178456875?l=timsum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timsum.blogspot.com/feeds/3499752585178456875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7679650&amp;postID=3499752585178456875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7679650/posts/default/3499752585178456875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7679650/posts/default/3499752585178456875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timsum.blogspot.com/2009/10/bali-getaway.html' title='Bali Getaway'/><author><name>Sharpie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15826878846486136537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7679650.post-4240944407179310119</id><published>2009-10-10T15:15:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T16:14:00.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When will it end....</title><content type='html'>When I was in the Human Capital practice years ago, I worked towards the April 15 individual tax filing deadline and the subsequent extended deadlines. The first half of the year was always busy, right from Chinese New Year all the way to around end of August after all the individual tax returns were filed. For a good half year, we would work until 12 midnight almost everyday and going back to the office on Saturdays was absolutely necessary to ensure we complete the work on time. Nevertheless, the times after August were always great. That's when we could use the time off in-lieu that we had accumulated throughout peak to go on long vacations. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just started work then.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was in the US, I worked towards the September 15 corporate tax filing deadline. All transfer pricing documentation have to be contemporaneous with the filing of the tax returns to have penalty protection against adjustments. Busy season lasted at most three to four months with the busiest time right around August to September 15. Even though it was known as the busy season, it was nothing compared to the long hours I had to endure back in Singapore. I was home latest by 8pm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since there could be no extension of deadline, all documentation would be completed on time and this would be followed by a long lull period where we worked on planning, FIN 48 and other ad-hoc projects with no hard deadlines. I would travel around the US with Tim and the rest of the Houston gang during those non-busy times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life was great then... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I am back in Singapore, I don't have any specific peak period. There is no contemporaneous documentation requirement in Singapore.  But somehow, with no major deadline to meet, I am busier than before with no end in sight. All my deadlines now depends on the nature of the projects. I had been working long hours for the past 2 months reaching home only at about 9 plus at night and then taking conference calls after that. I almost have to work every weekend as well albeit from home. This is starting to take a toll on me especially as I don't envisage the long working hours ending any time soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, this is what they call pay back time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happier note, I am leaving for Bali in about 2 weeks. I seriously hope I don't have to cancel my trip because I just received another project which has an extremely tight deadline but at the same time we are still not sure when exactly the deadline is. I know this sounds odd but I have not been able to get a confirmation from my overseas counterparts either because they are just not fluent in conversing in English.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7679650-4240944407179310119?l=timsum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timsum.blogspot.com/feeds/4240944407179310119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7679650&amp;postID=4240944407179310119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7679650/posts/default/4240944407179310119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7679650/posts/default/4240944407179310119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timsum.blogspot.com/2009/10/busy-season.html' title='When will it end....'/><author><name>Sharpie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15826878846486136537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7679650.post-9199738752962817015</id><published>2009-09-20T22:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T22:48:36.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Winner vs Loser</title><content type='html'>Yeah! Man U just won 4-3 in the Manchester Derby with a last min goal by Owen. He's the man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...now I am feeling like a loser...watching soccer on a public holiday when Tim is not even in town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I need to work on Mon too. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7679650-9199738752962817015?l=timsum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timsum.blogspot.com/feeds/9199738752962817015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7679650&amp;postID=9199738752962817015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7679650/posts/default/9199738752962817015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7679650/posts/default/9199738752962817015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timsum.blogspot.com/2009/09/winner-vs-loser.html' title='Winner vs Loser'/><author><name>Sharpie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15826878846486136537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7679650.post-6344334336899085756</id><published>2009-09-17T23:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T23:28:43.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When the hubby is not around....</title><content type='html'>Tim is now in Sydney and will only be back early next month. I miss his company yet at the same time I am glad that he is away. Whenever he is around, I feel the pressure to leave work a little earlier. Now that he is away, I can concentrate on working without feeling guilty of not spending time with him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been a particularly crazy week. I have been staying back until 830pm before going home for a quick dinner and then taking conference calls from home after that.  Usually the hours after office hours should be the most productive given that there will not be staff asking questions or clients calling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this week, I had the client calling me at 730pm and asking for a conference call at 8pm the same night. The boss had also been calling me on my cellphone several times to discuss about projects. I have so many projects on hand that I wonder if I have to become a superwoman to complete them all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wonder the daily horoscope in the Life Section of the Straits Times says I need to prioritise. How true!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7679650-6344334336899085756?l=timsum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timsum.blogspot.com/feeds/6344334336899085756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7679650&amp;postID=6344334336899085756' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7679650/posts/default/6344334336899085756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7679650/posts/default/6344334336899085756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timsum.blogspot.com/2009/09/when-hubby-is-not-around.html' title='When the hubby is not around....'/><author><name>Sharpie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15826878846486136537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7679650.post-4659627480335795529</id><published>2009-09-10T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T22:26:52.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New found hobby</title><content type='html'>I am so into monitoring the stock prices nowadays. Whenever I am online, i will definitely be checking on how the stock market is doing. To make sure I don't get distracted at work, I only track the US stock market. It is alot more exciting than the Spore one due to the volatility of the prices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine, AIG shot up by 90% in a single day! Even FNM which had been almost dead, more than doubled in the past month. Evem Citibank is now at almost $5 from just a dollar back in March. These financial stocks are really surging like nobody's business due to heavy speculation. Nevertheless, without real economic fundamental to support the increase, I am sure one of these days the prices are going to fall. Until then, I am happily holding on to a couple of these financial stocks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7679650-4659627480335795529?l=timsum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timsum.blogspot.com/feeds/4659627480335795529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7679650&amp;postID=4659627480335795529' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7679650/posts/default/4659627480335795529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7679650/posts/default/4659627480335795529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timsum.blogspot.com/2009/09/new-found-hobby.html' title='New found hobby'/><author><name>Sharpie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15826878846486136537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7679650.post-819763662747088055</id><published>2009-08-31T23:51:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T00:02:18.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sexy? I think not</title><content type='html'>Check out this video clip on an interview with our very own Miss World Singapore 2009 posted on Asiaone Diva:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.divaasia.com/media_video/4934&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She really makes "lehpert and zigbra preens" sexy...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7679650-819763662747088055?l=timsum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timsum.blogspot.com/feeds/819763662747088055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7679650&amp;postID=819763662747088055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7679650/posts/default/819763662747088055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7679650/posts/default/819763662747088055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timsum.blogspot.com/2009/08/sexy-i-think-not.html' title='Sexy? I think not'/><author><name>Sharpie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15826878846486136537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7679650.post-628103883365936026</id><published>2009-08-22T23:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T00:04:06.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ION Orchard</title><content type='html'>Visited ION Orchard for real for the first time today. The last time I was there, I merely took the escalator to the first floor and then got out of it to go Wisma. I only realised today that the mall is gigantic. True to my style of shopping, mum, ah mei and I went straight to the basement where the foodcourt was and had a feast. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were so many new selections of food to choose from. I found the Peking duck to be so so...couldnt really taste the crispy skin as each roll came only with a tiny piece of skin. It would have been better if each roll had come with some cumumbers as well but I guessrd it would only just make the waiting time even longer. I queued for approximately 15 mins before I got the duck. The big pig was better though but the ultra crispy skin was a little tough to chew on. I think it is just the novelty of being able to get peking duck in a non-restaurant setting which made the stall so popular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was lining up for the duck/big pig, Ah mei queued for the takopachi balls. The queue was equally long but the wait was definitely worth it. Somehow the takopachi at the ION tasted much better than those at other places. No wonder the line was so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After shopping around for a bit, we ended at Provence. Despite the French name, the bakery came from Japan. The wassant was soft and fluffy. The chocolate twist which had crushed almonds was equally good if not, better.        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After which, we headed to Isetan supermarket where we had another round of feast. Isetan had a mini food fest going on in celebration of its 10th year anniversary. So the three of us went around trying various types of food samples including nuts, crackers, tea, roes, scallops, soba, plum vinegar, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended our "food spree" with tiramisu from Bakerzin which surprisingly were not as good as they looked. We were quite disappointed by the quality as they tasted as if they had been left around for some time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7679650-628103883365936026?l=timsum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timsum.blogspot.com/feeds/628103883365936026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7679650&amp;postID=628103883365936026' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7679650/posts/default/628103883365936026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7679650/posts/default/628103883365936026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timsum.blogspot.com/2009/08/ion-orchard.html' title='ION Orchard'/><author><name>Sharpie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15826878846486136537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7679650.post-1849402585559552212</id><published>2009-08-02T18:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T18:50:47.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hooked on Monopoly</title><content type='html'>Oh yes, we are all hooked on playing Monopoly! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, you must be thinking why Monopoly of all games? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the current version we are playing is called Monopoly Deal - a card game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This version is very different from the "bored game" we used to play as a kid. It is a lot quicker with each game taking only approximately 20 mins to complete. The aim of the game is to collect three sets of properties. To do that you will have to build your bank and at the same time protect the properties you've collected as they can be easily stolen by another player. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a very intelligent, fast-paced game which requires strategy as well luck to win. Zing, YR, Blackie and PW played the game for the first time yesterday night and are all now hooked to it. We started playing at around 930pm and only stopped because it was getting too late (almost 3am). This morning, Blackie and PW actually wanted to meet up just to play the game. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much does a deck of cards cost? Just S$11 and it provides us with endless fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7679650-1849402585559552212?l=timsum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timsum.blogspot.com/feeds/1849402585559552212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7679650&amp;postID=1849402585559552212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7679650/posts/default/1849402585559552212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7679650/posts/default/1849402585559552212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timsum.blogspot.com/2009/08/hooked-on-monopoly.html' title='Hooked on Monopoly'/><author><name>Sharpie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15826878846486136537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7679650.post-4003012502000471676</id><published>2009-07-26T22:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T23:01:09.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My gastronomic affair with HK Part 2</title><content type='html'>To continue from where I left off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After having the mango dessert at Shui Liu Shan, we walked around Mongkok and along Nu Ren Jie before heading back to the hotel just before it started pouring. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For dinner, Wen and Celia brought us to a village near the seaside (or was it riverside) for a sumptuous seafood dinner. The bamboo clam, lai liu har, giant prawns and scallops with crystal noodles were simply delicious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Price: The bill came up to $100 per couple. Now, why did I still remember the price? Cos this time round I finally paid for it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were strolling along the riverbank before we cut it short abruptly as we received a call from Rey informing that the suppposed Category 3 Typhoon would be upgraded to Category 8 by 1130pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night, it rained really hard. The wind was so strong that we couldn't even open the main door due to suction. Good thing the typhoon came late at night cos by the time morning came, the typhoon had passed HK. I was really surprised when I was out walking around Central and Causeway Bay later that day that there really wasn't that much of a damage despite the strength of the typhoon. Ir really made me wonder why Houston was hit so badly by Hurricane Ike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we had dim sum lunch with several other ex-colleagues/classmates of Tim. It's amazing how many Singaporeans are working in HK. We never had so many visitors in Houston. There were eight of us altogether and the bill only came up to around HK$350. That's about S$9 per person. Cheap cheap...The gui ling gao we had for dessert was not as cheap but it was very good. The best gui ling gao I ever had. I don't usually eat gui ling gao but I must say i was hooked after that. I was, however, disappointed by the quality of the gui ling gao I had at Shui Liu Shan just before I left for the airport on Monday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7679650-4003012502000471676?l=timsum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timsum.blogspot.com/feeds/4003012502000471676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7679650&amp;postID=4003012502000471676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7679650/posts/default/4003012502000471676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7679650/posts/default/4003012502000471676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timsum.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-gastronomic-affair-with-hk-part-2.html' title='My gastronomic affair with HK Part 2'/><author><name>Sharpie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15826878846486136537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7679650.post-2482652074186909270</id><published>2009-07-26T22:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T22:07:10.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gym</title><content type='html'>I finally hit the gym, not once but twice over the weekend! I went for pilates and body balance and now I am aching all over. This shows that I really pay attention during clase and follow the routine religiously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah mei's gym membership allows her to bring a friend with her on Fri, Sat and Sun. Hopefully I will continue to join her every weekend but I highly doubt I will be able to keep this up. For one, I know I won't be joining her next week since my CGG will be back in town. Can't wait for him to be back!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7679650-2482652074186909270?l=timsum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timsum.blogspot.com/feeds/2482652074186909270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7679650&amp;postID=2482652074186909270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7679650/posts/default/2482652074186909270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7679650/posts/default/2482652074186909270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timsum.blogspot.com/2009/07/gym.html' title='Gym'/><author><name>Sharpie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15826878846486136537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7679650.post-6462811742396859750</id><published>2009-07-21T22:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T23:28:42.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My gastronomic affair with HK</title><content type='html'>Everyone says there is nothing much to do in HK other than eat and shop. I beg to differ. I feel there is really nothing much to do except to EAT and EAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My short getaway to the ex-British colony was such a gastronomic affair that I started eating the moment I touched down and never stopped until I flew out of the self-governing territory of China. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hong Kong is such an easy place to navigate with a very comprehensive public transport system. I was so surprised when I found out that the Airport Express train station is within the terminal. In fact, it is practically just right across the arrival hall and takes just 24mins flat to get one from the airport to the city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, it was a little more challenging navigating from Hong Kong Airport Express station to Central MTR station. I was looking for signs with the word "MTR" but could not find any. I had to check with the customer service staff before he pointed me to an escalator which led to an amazing underground system with so many differemt MTR lines and entrances/exits. I only realised later that the pic of a white train refers to the MTR and that of a blue train refers to the Airport Express train. I had initially thought that both pics refer to the airport express trains. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I arrived into the city during the rush hour, I had to jostle with the office crowd to get to Wan Chai to meet my CGG who had by then got so irritated by the repeated jingle playing in the station. After leaving my luggage in Luk Kwok Hotel, I began a wonderous food adventure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First stop: Steamboat restaurant @ Causeway Bay (can't rem the exact name of the restaurant)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excellent steamboat with the tastiest broth and freshest ingredients. Equally great was the high quality soya sauce dip. &lt;br /&gt;Price: unknown. Wen gave us a treat as he lost a bet to Tim and so I benefitted too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second stop: Milk Company @ Causeway Bay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shop sells a variety of milk pudding and drinks. I love the dual milk pudding. Very silky and flavorful. &lt;br /&gt;Price: Can't remember cos Tim treated Wen, Celia and Rey in return for the dinner treat and so I benefitted again. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We woke up to some century egg and lean pork porridge and chee cheong fun. The porridge for nice but the chee cheong fun CMI. &lt;br /&gt;Price: Can't rem cos Tim paid for it but it's definitely cheap, cheap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we shared two bowls of porridge among the three of us, I bought a po luo bao to round up the breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;Price: Even though Tim paid for it again, I could remember clearly that it costs HK$3.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;We took the MTR to Central Station and went up Victoria Peak. The ticket including a return funicular tram ticket and entry to the sky terrace costs around HK$45 (No, I didn't pay for it. Neither did Tim. My FIL did!). Not too expensive I would say if we had a good view of Hong Kong.  It was a hazy and extremely hot day so we couldn't really see the Hong Kong skyline. Anyway, that's about the most touristy thing I did in Hong Kong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After getting down from the Peak, we began an ardous search for the famous Yong Ji restaurant. We had to get directions from several people including two policemen before we found the restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say we were not disppointsd. The mouthwatering roast goose was to die for. The skin was so crispy and the meat was very juicy and tender. I dare to say it beats the peking duck at Quan Ju De in Shanghai hands down. I am salivating as I type. *drool*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Price: HK$700 for a quarter roast goose, some char siew, a plate of scallops with gai lan and a pot of soup.  How did I remember when I didn't pay for it? Cos it's so expensive! That works out to about S$40 per person but it's worth every penny! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, FIL left for Macau so Tim and I decided to go Tsim Sha Shui to jalan jalan and almost died of heat stroke while walking along the Avenue of Stars. With the heat getting into us, we looked for a place to rest and cool down. We had mango dessert at the Shui Lui Shan shop at Mongkok before walking along Nu Ren Jie.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I think my post is getting a little too long. Time for me to go bathe and sleep. Will continue when I have the time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7679650-6462811742396859750?l=timsum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timsum.blogspot.com/feeds/6462811742396859750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7679650&amp;postID=6462811742396859750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7679650/posts/default/6462811742396859750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7679650/posts/default/6462811742396859750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timsum.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-gastronomic-affair-with-hk.html' title='My gastronomic affair with HK'/><author><name>Sharpie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15826878846486136537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7679650.post-4405311897902761506</id><published>2009-07-15T22:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T22:35:20.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hong Kong</title><content type='html'>Tim took the morning flight to HK on Monday. Surprise, surprise.. he met not one but two friends who are with different companies taking the same flight as him! The world is really becoming smaller with globalisation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, I have been really busy with work. Have been working OT almost everyday. Can't wait to leave for my vacation. Guess what? My FIL is joining us in HK too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7679650-4405311897902761506?l=timsum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timsum.blogspot.com/feeds/4405311897902761506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7679650&amp;postID=4405311897902761506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7679650/posts/default/4405311897902761506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7679650/posts/default/4405311897902761506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timsum.blogspot.com/2009/07/hong-kong.html' title='Hong Kong'/><author><name>Sharpie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15826878846486136537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7679650.post-2372797022145007393</id><published>2009-06-28T22:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T22:12:51.779+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Staycation Part II</title><content type='html'>I just got back from a two-night hotel stay at Grand Park City Hall. Bet you must be thinking why the lavish lifestyle? Well, the hotel stay was FREE! AGAIN?! Yes, AGAIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zing won the free hotel stay in a lucky draw. Since YR and her are not married, they decided, in their own words, to bless us with the voucher. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They came to crash in on the second night and so we spent a great weekend together. It was as if we were re-living the time we spent in Houston. What a fun and relaxing weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7679650-2372797022145007393?l=timsum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timsum.blogspot.com/feeds/2372797022145007393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7679650&amp;postID=2372797022145007393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7679650/posts/default/2372797022145007393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7679650/posts/default/2372797022145007393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timsum.blogspot.com/2009/06/staycation-part-ii.html' title='Staycation Part II'/><author><name>Sharpie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15826878846486136537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7679650.post-19807249509992801</id><published>2009-06-18T23:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T23:09:32.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hongkong Beckons</title><content type='html'>Tim has been asking me to book the air tix to HK for the longest time but I never got down to doing it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on Tues, Tim was surfing the SIA website when he noticed that HK tix was going for just $298 inclusive of taxes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So off I am to HK in July! Woohoo! And I will be taking A380 on the return flight! Cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wen, Celia, and Rey, HERE COMES THE PRINCESS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7679650-19807249509992801?l=timsum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timsum.blogspot.com/feeds/19807249509992801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7679650&amp;postID=19807249509992801' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7679650/posts/default/19807249509992801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7679650/posts/default/19807249509992801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timsum.blogspot.com/2009/06/hongkong-beckons.html' title='Hongkong Beckons'/><author><name>Sharpie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15826878846486136537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7679650.post-4420949639079928359</id><published>2009-06-15T22:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T23:08:35.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing Houston</title><content type='html'>I just saw a photo my Sporean colleague who is now in Houston took from her new apartment window. The pic shows a car-less road with trees on both sides. It is just a ordinary photo but I sense tranquility in it and it is making me miss my life in Houston. It reminds me of all the good times I had. The fun, joy and laughter I used to share with the group of Singaporeans. It used to be so stress-free. That life is gone and I don't think I will ever experience anything quite like it ever again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7679650-4420949639079928359?l=timsum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timsum.blogspot.com/feeds/4420949639079928359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7679650&amp;postID=4420949639079928359' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7679650/posts/default/4420949639079928359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7679650/posts/default/4420949639079928359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timsum.blogspot.com/2009/06/missing-houston.html' title='Missing Houston'/><author><name>Sharpie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15826878846486136537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7679650.post-667637486433607359</id><published>2009-06-13T22:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T23:27:03.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'>K pop</title><content type='html'>I was approached by two ladies while walking around in AMK Hub after dinner at Fish &amp;amp; Co (I've not been there for almost 4 years!). After introducing themselves, they asked if I am into Korean. I said not really. Then they went on to ask if I am interested in attending a Korean nite. I replied no. They paused and shared a look between the two of them., this was followed by an awkward silence. I was about to walk off when they said, "Actually we are from the church. Would you like to come to our church?" And my reply? A flat no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do these people have to start off with asking if I am interested in Korean when they obviously dont really care whether I am interested (or at least the answer was secondary)? The ultimate aim was to get me to join them at church. So what if I had said yes to their first question? It doesn't mean that I would be interested in going to a church. What has Korean got to do with the Church. Can't they just be more upfront about it? That really pissed me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh did I say I am actually a little into Korean nowadays as I have been &lt;s&gt;dancing&lt;/s&gt; listening to the song "Nobody" by the Wondergirls for the past few days. I only replied not really because I already suspected they were from the church even before they asked me the question. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I want nobody, nobody but you." *point finger* , *clap, clap* , *point finger* , *clap*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7679650-667637486433607359?l=timsum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timsum.blogspot.com/feeds/667637486433607359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7679650&amp;postID=667637486433607359' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7679650/posts/default/667637486433607359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7679650/posts/default/667637486433607359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timsum.blogspot.com/2009/06/k-pop.html' title='K pop'/><author><name>Sharpie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15826878846486136537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7679650.post-2938353198201207933</id><published>2009-06-09T22:20:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T00:14:52.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gastronomic Staycation</title><content type='html'>Tim and I had a wonderful time at the Marriott over the weekend. When Tim booked the room, he informed the hotel that it was to celebrate our wedding anniversary, so the hotel welcomed us with a bottle of Shiraz from Wyndham Estate (I have absolutely no idea if it is a good one since we never even opened it. ha) and some humongous chocolate-coated strawberries (yummy!). They even threw in an early check-in and a late check-out. So we effectively spent more than a day in the hotel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The original plan was to take advantage of the GSS since we were already in Orchard. In the end, after shopping for two hours, these were what we got:&lt;br /&gt;- Japanese curry rice&lt;br /&gt;- Otah&lt;br /&gt;- Har cheong kai&lt;br /&gt;- Japanese fish cake with natural wasabi&lt;br /&gt;- Japanese seaweed crackers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went back to the hotel empty-handed but with our stomaches filled. A couple of hours later, we headed to Shashlik at Far East Shopping Centre for some Russian cuisine. The borsch (soup) and escargots were really good. The steak was good too except that it was a tad too salty for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of having desserts at the Russian restaurant (we just found out that the desserts at the restaurant is supposed to be sinfully good), we went back to the hotel for some cheesecake and strudel at the Executive Lounge. We ended the night drinking coffee and green tea in our room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning, we had a swim before having a sumptuous continental breakfast (you won't believe how great the spread was and it came absolutely FREE! That's the advantage of being a Gold member. hee) at the Executive Lounge. After we checked out, we had lunch at Taka food court where Tim got a dolsot bibimbab and I got myself a omu rice. Before we headed home, we bought some macademia nuts from a Taka nuts counter and several boxes of cookies from Marks &amp;amp; Spencer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This evening (June 9th), we went to our favourite restaurant Gyu Kaku at Chijms for a yakiniku dinner. The first time we went to Gyu Kaku was in LA., California. I could still remember distinctively that Wen and Celia did not want to join Yiren, Zing and us for dinner as they did not want to spend unncessarily when they were not that hungry. They will never know what they missed! It was one of the best meals we've ever had! I'm sure Yiren and Zing will vouch for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That ended our gastronomic 2nd anniversary. Now it's time to go on a diet (or so I say).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7679650-2938353198201207933?l=timsum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timsum.blogspot.com/feeds/2938353198201207933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7679650&amp;postID=2938353198201207933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7679650/posts/default/2938353198201207933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7679650/posts/default/2938353198201207933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timsum.blogspot.com/2009/06/gastronomic-staycation.html' title='Gastronomic Staycation'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04962759833519419496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/70/1392/320/timchips.4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7679650.post-9035768599835624552</id><published>2009-05-26T22:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T22:32:50.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to reflect</title><content type='html'>Despite earning slightly more than what I got from the US (after taking into account CPF, lower taxes and potential bonus, if at all), for the first time in 3 and a half years, I felt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overworked&lt;br /&gt;____________&lt;br /&gt;Underpaid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My job scope now is so different from the one I was used to. Now I am required to identify and source for new clients (I am not sure how to do it since I don't even have the contacts in the first place), market our services (so many presentations going on) and make sure we do everything we can to clinch the deal, on top of the usual documentation and planning projects which involve not only transfer pricing but TESCM work as well. The level of support I get does not commensurate with the expanded scope of work and I have so much admin work that I can't even concentrate on real work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I just need to reset my expectations, push myself out of my comfort zone, proscratinate less, and be more self-disciplined.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7679650-9035768599835624552?l=timsum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timsum.blogspot.com/feeds/9035768599835624552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7679650&amp;postID=9035768599835624552' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7679650/posts/default/9035768599835624552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7679650/posts/default/9035768599835624552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timsum.blogspot.com/2009/05/time-to-reflect.html' title='Time to reflect'/><author><name>Sharpie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15826878846486136537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7679650.post-4065173405738372762</id><published>2009-05-20T23:21:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T22:47:57.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Map Reader</title><content type='html'>By the time my leave application was approved (it was a very long and tedious process), the China Eastern flight times I wanted was no longer available. Luckily, Ron had enough Krisflyer miles and was generous to give them to me (and Tim) as a belated prezzie. Thanks a bunch, Ron!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I booked the SQ airtix on Tues evening and flew to Shanghai two nights later. Chop chop curry pok lei....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I have never been to Shanghai and had heard so much about the Maglev, I decided to try it instead of taking the cab to Hilton where Tim was staying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Maglev took just 7 mins to travel from the Pudong Airport to Longyang Subway at a max speed of 300 mph. At the Longyang Subway, I squeezed with the morning working crowd to take Metro Line 2 to Jin'an Temple and then walked for about 10 mins before turning up at Tim's room at 8am, just before his alarm clock went off. I can still rem how happy he was to see me standing at his door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tim had to work that Friday, so after having lunch with him and his colleague at a Hunan restaurant, I went off by myself on my little quest around Pu Xi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sis told me that Nan Jing Bu Xing Jie is a shopping district I should visit and Ais informed me that it is along Nan Jing Xi Lu. After checking the map, I figured it wasn't too far from the restaurant so I decided to walk instead of "da di" (taking a cab). After walking for about an hour along Nan Jing Xi Lu, I still did not see the Nan Jing Bu Xing Jie sign that my sis took photo with (apparently that sign is along Nan Jing DONG Lu which is two subway stations away!). Feeling tired, I then decided to look for the Spa that Wen recommended which was supposedly near the intersection of Shi Meng Yi Lu and Da Gu Lu. After about half an hour, I finally found the place and enjoyed a full body massage and foot reflexology for just RMB 150 (equivalent to approximately S$35).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time I finished the massage, it was already 515pm. Ais told me to meet him at Huai Hai Lu and Song Shan Lu and I should take a cab along Da Gu Lu, a one way street. Two cabbies refused to pick me up. Apparently to go to Huai Hai Lu, the cab had to make a big detour and it would take forever just to make the detour as the traffic was just too crazy at that time. I was told to go to the big road perpendicular to Da Gu Lu to take a cab instead. When I walked to that road, I realized it was almost impossible to get a cab because the traffic was just too heavy and no cab would stop. With no empty cab in sight, I decided to walk toward Tim's office (approximately one and a half hr away), hoping that I might be able to get a cab if I walked far enough from the big roads. With the map in hand, I found my bearings and managed to walk in the right direction toward his office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so proud of myself! Never have I travelled alone by myself in a foreign land before. Granted, I had gone on work trips alone before in the US but I would usually take a cab. And whenever I go on self-drive trips with Tim, he will do all the planning, driving and map reading. I would just sleep. So technically, I have always gone on "packaged" tours instead of free and easy ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who says Women can't Read Maps? And no Tim, I am not going to do the planning for our next trip, wherever it may be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7679650-4065173405738372762?l=timsum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timsum.blogspot.com/feeds/4065173405738372762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7679650&amp;postID=4065173405738372762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7679650/posts/default/4065173405738372762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7679650/posts/default/4065173405738372762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timsum.blogspot.com/2009/05/map-reader.html' title='Map Reader'/><author><name>Sharpie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15826878846486136537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7679650.post-8044273543551347682</id><published>2009-05-06T22:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T22:03:39.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Da Company</title><content type='html'>Three and a half years on, the company is still as:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. yim jim - I heard from my ex-dept colleague that random punctuality spot checks are still conducted every now and then. I guess I can't blame them for doing that. The HR person who was supposed to receive me on my first day of work did not turn up on time. She had to get her colleague to cover her duties. Her colleague passed me some paperwork and then told me the HR person will collect from me. I never get to see her at all cos by 920am, she was still nowhere in sight. I was there at 830am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That left me totally unimpressed with the HR here in Singapore. In the US, the HR go all out to impress potential candidates. They make sure newcomers feel welcomed and ensure they go through proper orientation. They strategize, implement, improve policies to create a positive work environment. They really work toward the benefits of the employees and not just for the company. In Singapore, I am not even sure what they do except to go through the routine administrative work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. giam kana - I only received my Dell 630 after sitting in the office for two days. The IT dept had to get Dell to repair the mouse pad which had been damaged by the previous owner. In the US, all our laptops are first hand and we even get to change them after about two years. Then again, I should be thanking my lucky star that I wasn't given an old model.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. super giam kana - no mouse, number pad, extra charger/battery provided. BYOM (bring your own mouse)! If I had known I will be getting a Dell, I would have brought the extra charger/battery back from the US. I had several of those lying around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. uber giam kana - so used to just getting whatever stationery I want from the "vending machine" in the US, now I have to ask the secretary to unlock the cupboard just to get a piece of eraser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd been so pampered. Now, welcome to the land of everything-also-cannot/don't have/not possible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7679650-8044273543551347682?l=timsum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timsum.blogspot.com/feeds/8044273543551347682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7679650&amp;postID=8044273543551347682' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7679650/posts/default/8044273543551347682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7679650/posts/default/8044273543551347682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timsum.blogspot.com/2009/05/da-company_06.html' title='Da Company'/><author><name>Sharpie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15826878846486136537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7679650.post-8202547135355602569</id><published>2009-04-28T16:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T16:46:30.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tim the Media Whore</title><content type='html'>My CGG is in the news! One day before he started work he did an interview via email with a Straits Times reporter. The article on Asia brain gain was published on Sat while I was away in Hainan Island. I do not have a copy of the newspaper but the same article can be found on &lt;a href="http://www.asiaone.com/Business/News/Office/Story/A1Story20090427-137674.html"&gt;Asiaone&lt;/a&gt; with a photo of him "looking intelligent" in a suit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7679650-8202547135355602569?l=timsum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timsum.blogspot.com/feeds/8202547135355602569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7679650&amp;postID=8202547135355602569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7679650/posts/default/8202547135355602569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7679650/posts/default/8202547135355602569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timsum.blogspot.com/2009/04/tim-media-whore.html' title='Tim the Media Whore'/><author><name>Sharpie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15826878846486136537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7679650.post-24029516514995134</id><published>2009-04-22T19:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T19:17:06.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Nick</title><content type='html'>I got a new nick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CGG is starting to call me LPB. hah. Sounds delicious! Chomp, chomp, chomp...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7679650-24029516514995134?l=timsum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timsum.blogspot.com/feeds/24029516514995134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7679650&amp;postID=24029516514995134' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7679650/posts/default/24029516514995134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7679650/posts/default/24029516514995134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timsum.blogspot.com/2009/04/new-nick.html' title='New Nick'/><author><name>Sharpie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15826878846486136537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7679650.post-6868906812744321137</id><published>2009-04-17T14:36:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T14:45:53.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mango sticky rice</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I finally did something productive today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been wanting to try out the mango sticky rice recipe for the longest time but never got down to doing it. After seeing that it costs $5 a box at the food fair in AMK Hub, I decided to use that money to buy the ingredients instead so that I can make portions big enough to feed the whole family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EINYm-87ZdU/Segla55C6lI/AAAAAAAAANo/3je397MLb5w/s1600-h/IMG_5395.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325547703512525394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EINYm-87ZdU/Segla55C6lI/AAAAAAAAANo/3je397MLb5w/s320/IMG_5395.jpg" 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/7679650-6868906812744321137?l=timsum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timsum.blogspot.com/feeds/6868906812744321137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7679650&amp;postID=6868906812744321137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7679650/posts/default/6868906812744321137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7679650/posts/default/6868906812744321137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timsum.blogspot.com/2009/04/mango-sticky-rice.html' title='Mango sticky rice'/><author><name>Sharpie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15826878846486136537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EINYm-87ZdU/Segla55C6lI/AAAAAAAAANo/3je397MLb5w/s72-c/IMG_5395.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7679650.post-7914803761712099833</id><published>2009-04-16T12:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T12:33:22.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazing around</title><content type='html'>I've been at my AMK home for 4 days now yet I haven't finished unpacking my stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have several personal admin like settling utilities, internet. phone, rental, credit card bills yet I just refuse to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am even too lazy to start downloading Sat party's photos onto Tim's computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really know how to procrastinate...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7679650-7914803761712099833?l=timsum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timsum.blogspot.com/feeds/7914803761712099833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7679650&amp;postID=7914803761712099833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7679650/posts/default/7914803761712099833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7679650/posts/default/7914803761712099833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timsum.blogspot.com/2009/04/lazing-around.html' title='Lazing around'/><author><name>Sharpie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15826878846486136537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7679650.post-6159790108713530752</id><published>2009-04-14T14:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T14:24:04.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored</title><content type='html'>Seems that now I'm back in Singapore for good, I've lost interest in updating my blog. Perhaps it's because there is nothing interesting to blog about. Then again, we did have some great fun on Sat celebrating Tim's birthday. Well, I guess maybe because since many of his friends came for the party that's why there is nothing much to update about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7679650-6159790108713530752?l=timsum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timsum.blogspot.com/feeds/6159790108713530752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7679650&amp;postID=6159790108713530752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7679650/posts/default/6159790108713530752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7679650/posts/default/6159790108713530752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timsum.blogspot.com/2009/04/bored.html' title='Bored'/><author><name>Sharpie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15826878846486136537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7679650.post-5808866799887849049</id><published>2009-04-06T16:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T16:32:10.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So typical</title><content type='html'>When asked what kind of food he would like for dinner on his birthday, Tim said anything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I suggested Italian, he was all for it. Then he added, "Too bad no Rome* this year and btw, the guy who scored yesterday was born in Rome."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He just has to associate everything to his favorite soccer club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"&gt;* I must stress that it's not because Man U is not going to Rome. It's because Tim applied for the Champions league tix but did not manage to get it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7679650-5808866799887849049?l=timsum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timsum.blogspot.com/feeds/5808866799887849049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7679650&amp;postID=5808866799887849049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7679650/posts/default/5808866799887849049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7679650/posts/default/5808866799887849049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timsum.blogspot.com/2009/04/so-typical.html' title='So typical'/><author><name>Sharpie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15826878846486136537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7679650.post-761788834155106774</id><published>2009-03-31T05:25:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T06:12:16.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bed-less, Couch-Less, TV-less....</title><content type='html'>....and sleepless......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave most of the things that I am not bringing back to Singapore away on Sat. That includes my bed, tv, dvd player, dinning tables/chairs, futon, coffee table among others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joel was really helpful. Not only did he help me to move, he was the one who borrowed a truck for me. All I had to do was let him know what I didn't want and he got rid of them for me... by bringing them to his place. No, he wasn't keeping all the things for himself. Some of the studf he didn't really need them anyway. He just wanted to make sure I don't have to worry about throwing them away by myself. (unlike someone hor, CGG?!!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morg and Ray helped to move the things too. I only had to supervise to make sure they took everything. I didn't have to lift a finger. hehe... Actually I did do something. I made them a great lunch consisting of food from all around the world. We started with taboule salad, a Moroccan inspired French appetiser. For the mains, we had Singapore-style curry chicken with Indian pratas, French loaf and Thai jasmine rice. We rounded the meal off with some sinful desserts - brownies and mousse au chocolat made from American chocolate. Well, of course, I only made the curry, pan fried the prata and cooked the rice. I got the rest from my farewell party at my French colleague's home the day before. I will leave the details of the party for another blog entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the purpose of this blog entry is to show some pics of my new sleeping arrangement. With my bed and couch gone, where do I sleep or sit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta-dah! My new bed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EINYm-87ZdU/SdFBgVZz0FI/AAAAAAAAANQ/xMuI0ChmV3o/s1600-h/Bed+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319104658658283602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EINYm-87ZdU/SdFBgVZz0FI/AAAAAAAAANQ/xMuI0ChmV3o/s320/Bed+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bits and pieces from everywhere. I lay the yellow float from the cold spring in Austin on top of the blue mat from the camping trip in Grand Canyon before putting the comforter on top. The bedsheet was used as a blanket instead. I originally wanted to throw away the mat and float but realized that it would probably be a good idea to have an extra layer of cushion. It turned out to be a good move. The floor was really hard but the pockets of air in the float provided me with the cushion I needed to survive. So why was I still sleepless? Because the bedsheet didn't provide me with enough warmth. I kept waking in the middle of the night shivering but just too lazy to walk to heater to turn it on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EINYm-87ZdU/SdFBp_8rlWI/AAAAAAAAANY/FeCMmwp819Q/s1600-h/bed+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319104824697656674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EINYm-87ZdU/SdFBp_8rlWI/AAAAAAAAANY/FeCMmwp819Q/s320/bed+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7679650-761788834155106774?l=timsum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timsum.blogspot.com/feeds/761788834155106774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7679650&amp;postID=761788834155106774' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7679650/posts/default/761788834155106774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7679650/posts/default/761788834155106774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timsum.blogspot.com/2009/03/bed-less-couch-less-tv-less.html' title='Bed-less, Couch-Less, TV-less....'/><author><name>Sharpie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15826878846486136537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EINYm-87ZdU/SdFBgVZz0FI/AAAAAAAAANQ/xMuI0ChmV3o/s72-c/Bed+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7679650.post-3475902880825081862</id><published>2009-03-27T02:02:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T03:04:55.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Super KA stuff</title><content type='html'>I used to dislike stuff with a lot of bling bling. I deemed them too KA. But now I seem to be into KA stuff after Tim started calling me XKA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a pair of Guess slippers I bought from the outlet mall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EINYm-87ZdU/ScvN-l_LJpI/AAAAAAAAANI/kXiYjXNBnvo/s1600-h/Guess.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317570260273669778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EINYm-87ZdU/ScvN-l_LJpI/AAAAAAAAANI/kXiYjXNBnvo/s320/Guess.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the diamantes on the straps. Oh and the lovely gold crown with the letter G dangling. Super KA aye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: The other day Tim asked me when we plan to have a baby.. I told him if we have one, I cannot be called XKA anymore. The baby will have to take over the nickname instead. Although it might not be more KA than me, it will definitely be more X. Then he replied we can call the baby XXKA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s/s: I think it is really not hard to guess what XKA stands for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7679650-3475902880825081862?l=timsum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timsum.blogspot.com/feeds/3475902880825081862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7679650&amp;postID=3475902880825081862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7679650/posts/default/3475902880825081862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7679650/posts/default/3475902880825081862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timsum.blogspot.com/2009/03/super-ka-stuff.html' title='Super KA stuff'/><author><name>Sharpie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15826878846486136537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EINYm-87ZdU/ScvN-l_LJpI/AAAAAAAAANI/kXiYjXNBnvo/s72-c/Guess.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7679650.post-3618130370396361503</id><published>2009-03-23T11:52:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T09:24:26.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping Spree!!</title><content type='html'>I went to the outlet mall today&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;bought a pair of shoes&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;from Coach&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;in the hottest color ever&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Fuchsia!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EINYm-87ZdU/SccIGDX6CZI/AAAAAAAAANA/3hEwpvHC77o/s1600-h/shoes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316226785211976082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EINYm-87ZdU/SccIGDX6CZI/AAAAAAAAANA/3hEwpvHC77o/s320/shoes.jpg" 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/7679650-3618130370396361503?l=timsum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timsum.blogspot.com/feeds/3618130370396361503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7679650&amp;postID=3618130370396361503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7679650/posts/default/3618130370396361503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7679650/posts/default/3618130370396361503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timsum.blogspot.com/2009/03/shopping-spree.html' title='Shopping Spree!!'/><author><name>Sharpie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15826878846486136537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EINYm-87ZdU/SccIGDX6CZI/AAAAAAAAANA/3hEwpvHC77o/s72-c/shoes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7679650.post-2379915808753967041</id><published>2009-03-21T12:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T14:25:34.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All things Houston</title><content type='html'>I had Goode Company BBQ for the first time on Wed. I drive past it everyday but never thought of stopping by to get some Texas BBQ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried some of its famous spicy pork and beef brisket. They' were pretty good. Sitting under the wooden tent with country songs playing in the background and the mild spring wind blowing, it was as Texan as can be especially with the big trucks parked nearby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went to Yao Restaurant for this first time. We used to live just 5-min walk from the restaurant but never thought of having a meal there. We didn't miss much, the food was only ok...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to the NASA - Houston Space Center tomorrow. We heard that there is nothing much there as it is more of an informative tour just like a science center. Since it is more of an educational trip for the school children, we thought that we will only go if our friends who come visiting in Houston wants to. As none of them were interested thus far, I've not been there at all in the three years I've been here in Houston. Tomorrow shall be my first and last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems that I'm trying to make up for lost time....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7679650-2379915808753967041?l=timsum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timsum.blogspot.com/feeds/2379915808753967041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7679650&amp;postID=2379915808753967041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7679650/posts/default/2379915808753967041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7679650/posts/default/2379915808753967041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timsum.blogspot.com/2009/03/all-things-houston.html' title='All things Houston'/><author><name>Sharpie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15826878846486136537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7679650.post-5194095417029758172</id><published>2009-03-20T12:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T12:11:13.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Effects of the economic downturn III</title><content type='html'>There are several printers on each office floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is one just outside my cubicle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, an admin staff came to take it away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While he was unplugging the cords, my colleague asked him why he was taking it away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The admin staff replied, "There is a relocation of resources. We are taking it away to cut costs."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Times are really bad. Even the printer has to go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7679650-5194095417029758172?l=timsum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timsum.blogspot.com/feeds/5194095417029758172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7679650&amp;postID=5194095417029758172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7679650/posts/default/5194095417029758172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7679650/posts/default/5194095417029758172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timsum.blogspot.com/2009/03/effects-of-economic-downturn-iii.html' title='Effects of the economic downturn III'/><author><name>Sharpie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15826878846486136537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7679650.post-2398133644379239684</id><published>2009-03-20T10:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T12:02:15.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Packing VI</title><content type='html'>I can't believe the amount of rubbish I have in the house. After throwing out several plastic bags full of trash everyday, I still have a lot left in the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a trash valet service that costs us $25 a month. It is a compulsory service that comes with the renting of the apartment. Every night after 8pm except Fridays and Saturdays, the waste management workers will come round the apartment complex to collect trash left in the bins outside the apartments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Tim was around, we didn't really make use full use of the service as we didn't have that much rubbish. In fact, we didn't even take out the trash every night cos we were simply too lazy. But now, I am trying to make full use of this service by filling the bin to the brim so that I don''t have to bring them to the rubbish compactor which is quite a distance away. Ok, it is only about the distance of my HDB block but it will take me forever just to throw away Tim's CPA books, training files, and whatever things he left behind. Oh yes, I havent got down to my things yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna take me a while....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7679650-2398133644379239684?l=timsum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timsum.blogspot.com/feeds/2398133644379239684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7679650&amp;postID=2398133644379239684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7679650/posts/default/2398133644379239684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7679650/posts/default/2398133644379239684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timsum.blogspot.com/2009/03/packing-vi.html' title='Packing VI'/><author><name>Sharpie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15826878846486136537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7679650.post-8904582721171843967</id><published>2009-03-19T11:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T11:50:44.715+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shares</title><content type='html'>I finally bought my first stock today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I did not make a profit. Yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, the moment I bought, the price just went sliding down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good foresight indeed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7679650-8904582721171843967?l=timsum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timsum.blogspot.com/feeds/8904582721171843967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7679650&amp;postID=8904582721171843967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7679650/posts/default/8904582721171843967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7679650/posts/default/8904582721171843967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timsum.blogspot.com/2009/03/shares.html' title='Shares'/><author><name>Sharpie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15826878846486136537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7679650.post-2814235457437213220</id><published>2009-03-11T10:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T10:45:42.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hives</title><content type='html'>Based on the pics on the web, I diagnosed that I am having hives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True enough, the doctor says I could be suffering from hives when I consulted her today. I'm gonna see an immunologist tomorrow to do some skin tests to see what I am allergic to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday night, the hives spreaded to my feet. This morning most of the redness had subsided. Then in the afternoon, my soles became itchy. There seems to be a trend and symmetry to how the hives spread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First it was the neck, inner thighs and arms, and back. Then it was the outer thighs and arms followed by hands, palms, feet and soles. So I began to wonder, "Will it spread to my face?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now my lips are swollen!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7679650-2814235457437213220?l=timsum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timsum.blogspot.com/feeds/2814235457437213220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7679650&amp;postID=2814235457437213220' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7679650/posts/default/2814235457437213220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7679650/posts/default/2814235457437213220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timsum.blogspot.com/2009/03/hives.html' title='Hives'/><author><name>Sharpie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15826878846486136537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7679650.post-2411078839846885809</id><published>2009-03-10T12:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T13:01:13.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Itchy, scratchy</title><content type='html'>Week of Feb 9 (Singapore): Due to the sudden change in weather from cold to hot, I developed heat rash when I was in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Week of Feb 16 (Singapore): The heat rash became more like insect bites. I tot there were mosquito bites. Then I realized those were bed bug bites. Weird thing was Tim did not get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Week of Feb 23 (Houston): Relief! No bites or itch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Week of March 2: All was good. Tim was really happy that I am going back soon.  "Now I am not looking forward to sleeping on that bed bug-infested bed, if there are indeed any, or worse I may get heat rash again as I am not suitable for the Singapore weather anymore", I said half in jest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on Sunday at 11pm, my neck started to itch. I could feel my left eye lid swollen. I went to bathe noticing red patches around my thighs as well. I didn't think much of it. In the middle of the night, I woke up with the worse itch ever! My body and limbs were covered with red lumps. I couldn't sleep. The patches looked very ugly, I called the clinic in the middle of the night to make an appointment for the next day. True enough, I couldn't get any. I was told to try again in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 8am this morning feeling really tired due to a lack of sleep.  Some of the lumps and redness had subsided. So I thought I will go to the doc tomorrow instead since I had made an appt for a checkup anyway some time back. Now, at 11pm, the itch and redness are coming back. Worse, even my palm is itching. ARGH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7679650-2411078839846885809?l=timsum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timsum.blogspot.com/feeds/2411078839846885809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7679650&amp;postID=2411078839846885809' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7679650/posts/default/2411078839846885809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7679650/posts/default/2411078839846885809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timsum.blogspot.com/2009/03/itchy-scratchy.html' title='Itchy, scratchy'/><author><name>Sharpie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15826878846486136537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7679650.post-5366214473459831960</id><published>2009-03-09T13:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T13:49:59.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Packing up V</title><content type='html'>I found more money left behind by Tim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 x NT$ 1,000 and some coins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Equivalent to almost S$100! They are mine NOW! Woohoo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7679650-5366214473459831960?l=timsum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timsum.blogspot.com/feeds/5366214473459831960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7679650&amp;postID=5366214473459831960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7679650/posts/default/5366214473459831960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7679650/posts/default/5366214473459831960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timsum.blogspot.com/2009/03/packing-up-v.html' title='Packing up V'/><author><name>Sharpie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15826878846486136537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7679650.post-1845553580453638713</id><published>2009-03-08T13:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T15:09:24.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cajun Jambalaya</title><content type='html'>With the move back to Singapore coming up, I thought I should have more of the local cuisines for the last few times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randalls (supermarket) used to sell Cajun Jambalaya on Mondays. I was really disappointed when I found out a few Mondays ago that it is now offering the Louisiana soup with rice on Saturdays instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today (Sat), I was determined to have it for dinner again. Alas, even though it was indicated that the French/Spanish influenced dish was on the menu, the pots were filled with Tuscan tomatoes soup instead. Boy, I was so looking forward to having it for dinner. In the end, I had to settle for some pre-made chilled jambalaya. It certainly did not taste as good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make up for the lack of a good hot bowl of soup, I bought Ben &amp;amp; Jerry's cheescake brownie ice cream for dessert. I usually will not buy any ice cream. This is something Tim would do. Then since this is gonna be one of the last few chances I am going to be having cheap ice cream with exotic flavors, I bought a pint. At only US$3.50, it is so much cheaper than in Singapore!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7679650-1845553580453638713?l=timsum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timsum.blogspot.com/feeds/1845553580453638713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7679650&amp;postID=1845553580453638713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7679650/posts/default/1845553580453638713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7679650/posts/default/1845553580453638713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timsum.blogspot.com/2009/03/cajun-jambalaya.html' title='Cajun Jambalaya'/><author><name>Sharpie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15826878846486136537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7679650.post-750876406731328817</id><published>2009-03-04T12:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T12:24:25.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>McNuggets "Emergency"</title><content type='html'>A lady called 911 after she couldn't get a refund when McDonald's ran out of McNuggets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Angered that her local McDonald's was out of Chicken McNuggets, a Florida woman called 911 three times to report the fast food "emergency." Latreasa Goodman, 27, last Saturday called police to complain that a cashier--citing a McDonald's all sales are final policy--would not give her a refund. [To listen to Goodman's 911 calls, click &lt;a href="http://i.cdn.turner.com/trutv/thesmokinggun.com/graphics/sound/mcnugget2.mp3" target="_blank" s_oid="http://i.cdn.turner.com/trutv/thesmokinggun.com/graphics/sound/mcnugget2.mp3" s_oidt="0"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://i.cdn.turner.com/trutv/thesmokinggun.com/graphics/sound/mcnuggetsA.mp3" target="_blank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://i.cdn.turner.com/trutv/thesmokinggun.com/graphics/sound/mcnugget3.mp3" target="_blank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.] When cops responded to the restaurant, Goodman told them, "This is an emergency. If I would have known they didn't have McNuggets, I wouldn't have given my money, and now she wants to give me a McDouble, but I don't want one." Goodman noted, "I called 911 because I couldn't get a refund, and I wanted my McNuggets," according to the below Fort Pierce Police Department report. That logic, however, did not keep cops from citing Goodman for misusing the 911 system. Even after being issued a misdemeanor citation, Goodman contended, "this is an emergency, my McNuggets are an emergency."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She probably shouldn't have called 911 but I don't understand why McDonald's could not just give her a refund.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7679650-750876406731328817?l=timsum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timsum.blogspot.com/feeds/750876406731328817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7679650&amp;postID=750876406731328817' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7679650/posts/default/750876406731328817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7679650/posts/default/750876406731328817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timsum.blogspot.com/2009/03/mcnuggets-emergency.html' title='McNuggets &quot;Emergency&quot;'/><author><name>Sharpie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15826878846486136537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7679650.post-2405164333749297536</id><published>2009-03-02T13:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T12:35:02.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cities, States, Countries, Continents</title><content type='html'>Pol excitedly told us that she has been to 15 out of the 50 US states.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raphael then decided to start listing down the states he has been to. After 10 mins, he came up with 17.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joel decided to join in the fun by checking his FB application "Cities I've visited". He had 18. Then I checked mine, I've been to 20 so far! And I have been in the US for the shortest time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raphael then suggested for us to compare the number of countries we've visited. He won hands down with 21 countries. I only had 16 and then I realized I visited 7 of those countries in last year alone! Isn't that amazing! Belize, Mexico, Jamaica, Cayman Islands, England, France, and Spain!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7679650-2405164333749297536?l=timsum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timsum.blogspot.com/feeds/2405164333749297536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7679650&amp;postID=2405164333749297536' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7679650/posts/default/2405164333749297536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7679650/posts/default/2405164333749297536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timsum.blogspot.com/2009/03/cities-states-countries-continents.html' title='Cities, States, Countries, Continents'/><author><name>Sharpie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15826878846486136537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7679650.post-1584067642141795597</id><published>2009-03-02T07:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T07:35:24.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Effects of the economic downturn II</title><content type='html'>I just heard that a soon-to-be Singapore colleague who was supposed to go to Chicago for a global exchange program (GEP) in March is not going there after all. The company has just cancelled all global exchanges as such exchanges are now considered a luxury given that many of the employees in the host cities are losing their jobs. It does not make sense to continue having international employees coming into the US if  those cities are in the midst of retrenching some really good people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am worried about my job in Singapore. Even though I am going to be a permanent hire and have already signed the employment contract, I can't help but worry that they might take back the offer any time just like what they did to the GEP employeees. Even my partner here in the US has advised me to go back asap as nothing is for certain nowadays.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7679650-1584067642141795597?l=timsum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timsum.blogspot.com/feeds/1584067642141795597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7679650&amp;postID=1584067642141795597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7679650/posts/default/1584067642141795597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7679650/posts/default/1584067642141795597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timsum.blogspot.com/2009/03/effects-of-economic-downturn-ii.html' title='Effects of the economic downturn II'/><author><name>Sharpie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15826878846486136537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7679650.post-6246450106313310922</id><published>2009-02-27T09:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T10:07:20.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Effects of the economic downturn</title><content type='html'>How do you know times are bad? When the crime rates shoot thru the roof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of weeks before I left for Singapore, I received a letter from my apartment management informing that a number of apartments were broken into. Those burglaries happened during the day when most people were not at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when I came back on Monday, I saw another letter informing that one of the residents was robbed at gunpoint by two African Americans in broad daylight. Luckily the resident was not hurt after he surrendered his valuables.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then today, I received an email about two armed robberies that happened in Chinatown over the weekend. Apparently 10 men (Hispanics/Asians) robbed Tan Tan restaurant including the customers during lunch time on Saturday. The other robbery happened at Kim Son Restarant during a wedding. Of course, the guests were not spared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both restaurants are big and have cops/security guards constantly on patrol. Yet, nothing could stop the robbers. In fact, the two guards at Tan Tan restaurant were locked up in the restroom by the robbers. Although I do not frequent these two restaurants, the fact that I am always around the area where these two restaurants are situated makes me feel extremely vunerable. These crimes are happening too close to home!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7679650-6246450106313310922?l=timsum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timsum.blogspot.com/feeds/6246450106313310922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7679650&amp;postID=6246450106313310922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7679650/posts/default/6246450106313310922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7679650/posts/default/6246450106313310922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timsum.blogspot.com/2009/02/effects-of-economic-downturn.html' title='Effects of the economic downturn'/><author><name>Sharpie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15826878846486136537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7679650.post-4564876252262956862</id><published>2009-02-19T13:27:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T17:29:14.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Free Facial and Massage</title><content type='html'>Mum passed me some vouchers for a free facial and back massage which she received from Beauty Credit. She and my sis had gone for one free session of the facial each and they were definitely not impressed. In fact, my mum warned me not to expect too much and be prepared for the hard selling afterward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I booked myself an appointment with the beauty salon yesterday. Perhaps I had set my expectations really low for the facial, I tot my beautician did a pretty good job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the masseuse was terrible! Instead of making me more relax, her style of massage made me felt as if I was in a rush. It was very stressful! Her strokes were hard and fast. It did not follow any pattern. She even pulled the bed suddenly away from the wall when she wanted to stand on that side of the bed without any warning. I felt like as if I'm a piece of meat lying on the bed for her to anyhow cut and slice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worse of all, I woke today with my ribs aching!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7679650-4564876252262956862?l=timsum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timsum.blogspot.com/feeds/4564876252262956862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7679650&amp;postID=4564876252262956862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7679650/posts/default/4564876252262956862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7679650/posts/default/4564876252262956862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timsum.blogspot.com/2009/02/free-facial-and-massage.html' title='Free Facial and Massage'/><author><name>Sharpie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15826878846486136537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7679650.post-4218879355894692553</id><published>2009-02-17T12:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T13:07:10.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>V-Day</title><content type='html'>I can't seem to remember how we celebrated our first V-Day after marriage. I checked the blog and couldn't find any entry on it. I figured it must be a nondescript affair since even Tim couldn't recall what we did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did we celebrate our 2nd V-Day this year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had Katong laksa for lunch. Then we spent the whole afternoon at the Premiere "supervising" Blackie and PW with the cleaning of  THEIR new flat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, we had dinner with Tim's parents, his sis and her fiance at Shoduko (a Jap marche).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Triple date! How romantic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes! Alvin proposed to Tiff on Friday the 13th. ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congrats Alvin and Tiff on your engagement!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7679650-4218879355894692553?l=timsum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timsum.blogspot.com/feeds/4218879355894692553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7679650&amp;postID=4218879355894692553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7679650/posts/default/4218879355894692553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7679650/posts/default/4218879355894692553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timsum.blogspot.com/2009/02/v-day.html' title='V-Day'/><author><name>Sharpie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15826878846486136537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7679650.post-4879374184543219922</id><published>2009-02-11T10:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T10:49:02.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long haul flight</title><content type='html'>The flight from SFO to HK takes 14 hours. I’ve slept, woken, eaten and slept, woken, eaten and I am still not in Hong Kong. 5 hours more to go and I still have the layover and the flight to Singapore. This is absolutely torturous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am blogging to keep me occupied cos I really can’t sleep no more. United is not exactly the best airline ever. There is no personal monitor and from my seat I cant even see the projector screen. Let’s not even talk about the food. Good thing I had a bowl of beef udon at the SFO airport. Considering that I was at the international terminal, there is not much selection of food to choose from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; How I wish Tim is here. He will definitely have downloaded some dramas or movies to watch on the plane.&lt;br /&gt;I brought a book along, but left it in my hand carry in the overhead cabin which I can’t reach. Hmmm…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve pored over every single page of the United magazine – even the section of food and beverage available in flight. One particular entry caught my eyes. It is on the places to visit in Singapore and I discover some interesting places/facts I did not know existed. Will blog abt it another time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7679650-4879374184543219922?l=timsum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timsum.blogspot.com/feeds/4879374184543219922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7679650&amp;postID=4879374184543219922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7679650/posts/default/4879374184543219922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7679650/posts/default/4879374184543219922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timsum.blogspot.com/2009/02/long-haul-flight.html' title='Long haul flight'/><author><name>Sharpie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15826878846486136537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7679650.post-1766111043593730502</id><published>2009-02-11T10:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T10:46:45.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Service Anniversary</title><content type='html'>Just the other day during a chat with my partner, we talked about despite having been with the organization for slightly over six years, I have never received any service award. Now that I am quitting the Houston office to go back to Singapore, my number of years of service will probably have to recount again. Perhaps, I will never even get any recognition for the years of “hard work” I put in maybe even after possibly10 years with the company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I received an email two days ago from the HR. Apparently, some enhancements have been made to the service award program which includes a change in the years of service calculation. Under the new calculation, service years now include the time spent with a non-US firm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With this change, my number of service years was changed and now I get to celebrate a milestone anniversary by selecting a gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not seen the list of gifts I can choose from. Nay, I don’t think it is gonna be something very attractive, it is probably gonna be some clock, diary, mug, t-shirt with the EY logo but at least it is still some form of recognition. Of course, the most practical would be to give me $$.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7679650-1766111043593730502?l=timsum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timsum.blogspot.com/feeds/1766111043593730502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7679650&amp;postID=1766111043593730502' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7679650/posts/default/1766111043593730502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7679650/posts/default/1766111043593730502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timsum.blogspot.com/2009/02/long-service-anniversary.html' title='Long Service Anniversary'/><author><name>Sharpie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15826878846486136537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7679650.post-1186227919246425818</id><published>2009-02-06T13:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T13:29:35.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Packing up IV</title><content type='html'>5 more hours before I need to leave for the airport!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm finally done with packing. Well, almost. I will be done after I finish packing the hand luggage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing I have a colleague who just lives in the next block. I got her bf to help put the two (hopefully within weight limit) luggage in my car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be home in less than 36 hours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore here I come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: I managed to squeeze the tripod in the luggage but not poker chips. Maybe next time, Wen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7679650-1186227919246425818?l=timsum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timsum.blogspot.com/feeds/1186227919246425818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7679650&amp;postID=1186227919246425818' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7679650/posts/default/1186227919246425818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7679650/posts/default/1186227919246425818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timsum.blogspot.com/2009/02/packing-up-iv.html' title='Packing up IV'/><author><name>Sharpie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15826878846486136537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7679650.post-3740711898171059618</id><published>2009-02-05T13:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T13:29:25.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Packing up III</title><content type='html'>I went to Target and got an electronic bathroom scale. I couldn't find the model I returned a month ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn this new scale. It wouldn't allow me to weigh the luggage without giving me either error msg or ridiculous low numbers.  I tried so many times till my hands and back are aching. Now I can't be sure if the luggage are above the limit or I can stuff more things in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pissed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7679650-3740711898171059618?l=timsum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timsum.blogspot.com/feeds/3740711898171059618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7679650&amp;postID=3740711898171059618' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7679650/posts/default/3740711898171059618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7679650/posts/default/3740711898171059618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timsum.blogspot.com/2009/02/packing-up-iii.html' title='Packing up III'/><author><name>Sharpie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15826878846486136537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7679650.post-3657515555582713278</id><published>2009-02-03T14:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T14:57:17.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Packing up II</title><content type='html'>I finally started packing....I think I should be able to finish by Wed evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am thinking, should I bring my extremely heavy roller blades back. It's been donkey years since I last bladed. I wonder if I still know how to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some other interesting finds:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Tim's eastpak waist pouch&lt;br /&gt;He totally forgot abt this pouch until I asked if he wanted it back. I was hoping he would say he doesn't want it then I can keep the S$15 I found inside. heh. But he wouldn't give me that S$15! hmph!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Wen's Texas Hold'em poker chips&lt;br /&gt;Wen had asked me to help him bring the chips back if I got the space. I thought since the chips wouldn't take up much space, I might as well bring them back. I found the plastic bag of chips under some office supplies at the lowest shelf of the cupboard. As I tried to pull the bag out while aquatting down, I almost fell. The chips are so heavy! I originally thought they must be at least 1kg and found out later that they are between 3 to 5kg! No wonder Wen did not bring them back in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Forks and Spoons&lt;br /&gt;Mum told me about a month ago to bring the forks and spoons I brought from S'pore back home. I tot she was crazy. Can't she just buy them in Singapoe? But I guess it makes sense since each piece costs $3. So by bringing 4 pairs back, I'm helping her saves a whopping S$24! Confirm auntie @ work. ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Camera tripod&lt;br /&gt;Think I might have the space to bring back the tripod which YR gave to Tim when he left Houston.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. 2 pairs of Lee Hwa Earrings and a Lee Hwa ring&lt;br /&gt;I don't even remember I have those earrings here in Houston. As for the ring, it brought back so many memories. I used to wear it everyday and stopped only after I got the wedding band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to sleep. Let's see what interesting things I will find tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7679650-3657515555582713278?l=timsum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timsum.blogspot.com/feeds/3657515555582713278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7679650&amp;postID=3657515555582713278' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7679650/posts/default/3657515555582713278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7679650/posts/default/3657515555582713278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timsum.blogspot.com/2009/02/packing-up-ii.html' title='Packing up II'/><author><name>Sharpie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15826878846486136537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7679650.post-7233193416077718708</id><published>2009-02-02T04:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T04:08:33.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Packing up</title><content type='html'>Looking at the mountain-high pile of books, files and clothes, I simply cannot bring myself to start packing. It just looks too daunting. Trying to pack the luggage for relocation back to Singapore is not gonna be easy. I should try to start and finish most by today as I am only left with four evenings to complete it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Procrastination is in my blood.  I would rather blog about packing up than to get started on it. Time to kick this bad habit away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7679650-7233193416077718708?l=timsum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timsum.blogspot.com/feeds/7233193416077718708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7679650&amp;postID=7233193416077718708' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7679650/posts/default/7233193416077718708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7679650/posts/default/7233193416077718708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timsum.blogspot.com/2009/02/packing-up.html' title='Packing up'/><author><name>Sharpie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15826878846486136537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7679650.post-3037513727134985967</id><published>2009-01-28T11:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T11:03:46.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Outlet Shopping</title><content type='html'>I'm excited.  I'm going San Marcos this weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably the last time I'm gonna be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna buy the whole place home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7679650-3037513727134985967?l=timsum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timsum.blogspot.com/feeds/3037513727134985967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7679650&amp;postID=3037513727134985967' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7679650/posts/default/3037513727134985967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7679650/posts/default/3037513727134985967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timsum.blogspot.com/2009/01/outlet-shopping.html' title='Outlet Shopping'/><author><name>Sharpie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15826878846486136537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7679650.post-3587742540514173110</id><published>2009-01-26T02:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T02:21:42.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'>新年快乐</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;祝大家牛年行大运&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;事事顺利&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;万事如意&lt;/span&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/7679650-3587742540514173110?l=timsum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timsum.blogspot.com/feeds/3587742540514173110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7679650&amp;postID=3587742540514173110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7679650/posts/default/3587742540514173110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7679650/posts/default/3587742540514173110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timsum.blogspot.com/2009/01/xing.html' title='新年快乐'/><author><name>Sharpie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15826878846486136537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7679650.post-1495528071817810966</id><published>2009-01-23T11:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T12:08:00.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'>24 Season 7</title><content type='html'>The 5th episode was shown in the US this week. It is getting really exciting. I think I will be back in Singapore for good just right at the end of the season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While on his way home to Chai Chee from AMK, Tim commented, "24 is really good!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XKA: You watched episode 3 already?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tim: I'm talking about Bus 24 lar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See how much 24 has become part of my life. I am so looking forward to Mondays.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7679650-1495528071817810966?l=timsum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timsum.blogspot.com/feeds/1495528071817810966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7679650&amp;postID=1495528071817810966' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7679650/posts/default/1495528071817810966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7679650/posts/default/1495528071817810966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timsum.blogspot.com/2009/01/24-season-7.html' title='24 Season 7'/><author><name>Sharpie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15826878846486136537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7679650.post-9212157205048046770</id><published>2009-01-18T12:22:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T13:16:51.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CNY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;UPDATED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy Cow! I just realized CNY is less than 10 days away and next Sunday is CNY eve already! It doesn't even feel like CNY is coming until I went to Chinatown today and see all the goodies and decorations on display.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I remembered correctly, the first year we celebrated CNY with the whole group of Sporeans or was it just the six of us? hmm....my memory is failing me already. The second year, the six of us probably celebrated among ourselves. Last year, I cooked reunion dinner for the four of us but Zing couldn't make it and so only the three of us ate the food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, there is just me, myself and I. Even my hubby has forsaken me. boo....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't possibly be having a reunion by myself, right? It is not called a reunion dinner for nothing. right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I suggested for the few Singaporeans (four + Morgan's ang mo gf) whom I got to know here to get together for a reunion dinner among ourselves next Sat. And then somehow, we also managed to get Morgan to open up his house to hold the gathering. Or rather, we left him with no choice since he is the only one with a house while the rest of us live in rented apt. ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I am excited. It's is not going to be a lonely reunion dinner afterall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we are gonna have steamboat. Minimum preparation, maximum participation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That reminds me...Tim and I had great fun having steamboat and playing cranium with GYC, Xtine, Chor Yang, Magdelene, Billy and Ben on Xmas Day. Yes, that's how we spent our Xmas in freezing cold, transportless London.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;UPDATE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Two more Singaporeans joining us. This couple came to Houston from Melbourne just after Xmas. The lady is YR's ex-colleague in DT Spore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Morgan also invited his Canadian Indian friend whom I met when Morgan sent the both of us to the airport in Dec (he was going to Toronto or somewhere and did not even bother to buy the return tix. He then ended up in Miami for the New Year before coming back to Houston).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7679650-9212157205048046770?l=timsum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timsum.blogspot.com/feeds/9212157205048046770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7679650&amp;postID=9212157205048046770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7679650/posts/default/9212157205048046770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7679650/posts/default/9212157205048046770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timsum.blogspot.com/2009/01/cny.html' title='CNY'/><author><name>Sharpie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15826878846486136537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7679650.post-8355413412149886478</id><published>2009-01-16T13:18:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T06:35:22.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CGG + XKA = TF</title><content type='html'>Who says you need a man in the house? I just carried 12 litres of water from my car to the apt all by myself. Gosh! I almost died!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This makes me think of the good old times when my CGG would carry all these heavy stuff when he was here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how some people will call their other half "dearie" (Yes, I'm talking about u two!), "darling" (heard someone will call his spouse that when they are crossed with each other), or "dear dear" (the Gainsborough couple I stayed with recently), etc. Ever since we started dating, I never really called Tim by any endearing term. In fact, I dont even call him "Tim". l'd call him by his full name i.e. Timothy. This changed after we got married. Somehow, I created several nicknames for him. He is now officially called "CC" or "CGG".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what? He also came up with a new nick for me. Nowadays, he likes to call me XKA! Care to hazard a guess what it stands for? ha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7679650-8355413412149886478?l=timsum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timsum.blogspot.com/feeds/8355413412149886478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7679650&amp;postID=8355413412149886478' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7679650/posts/default/8355413412149886478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7679650/posts/default/8355413412149886478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timsum.blogspot.com/2009/01/cgg-xka-ft.html' title='CGG + XKA = TF'/><author><name>Sharpie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15826878846486136537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7679650.post-5864112133521017951</id><published>2009-01-12T04:56:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T05:35:03.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Europe Getaway</title><content type='html'>Since I usually do not recall the names of the places I visited after a few months, here’s a list to help me remember:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Places visited&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;London&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Tower Bridge&lt;br /&gt;London Eye&lt;br /&gt;Big Ben&lt;br /&gt;Buckingham Palace&lt;br /&gt;Trafalgar Square&lt;br /&gt;Hyde Park&lt;br /&gt;Canary Wharf&lt;br /&gt;Sloane Street&lt;br /&gt;Harrods and Selfridges&lt;br /&gt;Leicester Square (Chinatown)&lt;br /&gt;Windsor Castle&lt;br /&gt;Stonehenge&lt;br /&gt;Georgian Bath&lt;br /&gt;Heathrow, Gatwick and Luton Airports&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite: Tower Bridge – My first jigsaw puzzle was a picture of the Tower Bridge taken at night. I was 16 years old. Ever since then, I’ve always wanted to visit the Tower Bridge. My wish finally came true 13 years later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The jigsaw puzzle still hangs proudly in my living room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;Manchester&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;Manchester Chinatown&lt;br /&gt;Old Trafford&lt;br /&gt;Manchester shopping district&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite: Chinatown. Oops, I mean Old Trafford, of course! I caught the 1-0 win against Middlesborough.The atmosphere in the stadium was awesome with everyone singing and chanting in unison. I even learned a few songs myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"City's going down with a billion in the bank, a billion in the bank, a billion in the bank."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Viva John Terry, viva John Terry....Could've won the cup, but he f**ked it up. Viva John Terry!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following day, I went on the Old Trafford stadium tour (Tim's second tour). I was amazed by the number of people that went for the tour. There are at least 35 people on each tour and the tour starts every ten mins. Imagine the amount of money that the club earns from these tours! This is not even taking into account the revenues generated by the mega store. Everyone that goes into the store after the tour (the tour's last stop. Smart move!) bought something. Even I couldn't resist and bought a Man U tshirt. Great marketing and branding by the club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting tidbit: We stayed on the second floor of a gay and lesbian motel which has a pub on the ground level that played loud pop music throughout the night. Kylie Minogue was definitely their hot favorite. Why? No prize for making the right guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t know it was a G&amp;amp;L motel when I first got in. No wonder the receptionist looked at me weirdly. Really! Tim can attest to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;Paris&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sacred Coeur&lt;br /&gt;Champs-Élysées&lt;br /&gt;Arc de Triomphe&lt;br /&gt;Grand &amp;amp; Petit Palais&lt;br /&gt;Eiffel Tower&lt;br /&gt;Musée d'Orsay&lt;br /&gt;Notre Dame de Paris&lt;br /&gt;The Latin Quarter&lt;br /&gt;Pont Alexandre III&lt;br /&gt;The Louvre&lt;br /&gt;Les Invalides&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite: Eiffel Tower – It was the first of all the attractions we visited in Paris. I always thought that the Eiffel Tower is just a puny man-made structure that was never meant to be on display for long. But when I first saw the huge tower standing tall in front of me, I was awestruck by how magnificent it is. Maybe it was because I wasn’t prepared to see the tower immediately after I got out of the Trocadero Metro Station which made the first impression even more impressive and long lasting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I simply love the symmetry of the tower!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Barcelona &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La Sagrada Familia&lt;br /&gt;Park Guell&lt;br /&gt;Casa Battlo&lt;br /&gt;Las Ramblas&lt;br /&gt;Gothic Quarters&lt;br /&gt;Picasso Museum Gift Shop&lt;br /&gt;Montserrat&lt;br /&gt;Camp Nou&lt;br /&gt;Magic Fountain of Montjuic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite: Gothic Quarters – A district in the heart of Barcelona with medieval gothic buildings. There are many quaint little shops and cafes which radiate a very European feel. I expected to see the same in Paris but was disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of all the cities I visited during this trip, I love Barcelona the most. It is an affordable city with so much liveliness!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7679650-5864112133521017951?l=timsum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timsum.blogspot.com/feeds/5864112133521017951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7679650&amp;postID=5864112133521017951' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7679650/posts/default/5864112133521017951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7679650/posts/default/5864112133521017951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timsum.blogspot.com/2009/01/europe-getaway.html' title='Europe Getaway'/><author><name>Sharpie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15826878846486136537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7679650.post-5898007098080787834</id><published>2009-01-08T07:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T08:03:01.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is short</title><content type='html'>I didn’t want to start the first entry of the year on a sad note but I cant help feeling a little overwhelmed by the news I heard this morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is my first day back in the office after being away for two weeks. While clearing my voicemails, one of them caught my attention. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My secretary had forwarded a voicemail from a Senior 1 in the group. We don’t usually receive any mass voicemail from anybody that is below the partner level. So of course, I took a particular interest in the voicemail. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I heard gave me a shock of my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hi everyone, I guessed all of you should know by now that I have been diagnosed with cancer…….”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn’t believe what I heard! My colleague is only 27 years old. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He started with the company slightly more than a year ago and I have been very close to him ever since, working on several big projects together. He has since become more of a friend rather than just a colleague. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through his voicemail, I could sense that he had difficulty breathing but at the same time was trying to stay as positive as possible. At this time, he is not sure what type of lymphoma he has and at which stage. The doctors are doing more tests to find out more.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just last month we were still discussing about the bad economy and the possibility of being layoff. Now, these are the least of his worries. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t imagine how his family is taking it especially his wife who is all alone here in the US. He got married a few months after he joined the company and was even planning to have babies this year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How things changed in just a few days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I certainly hope that whatever tumor he has in his stomach is benign and that he will pull through this difficult stage of his life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7679650-5898007098080787834?l=timsum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timsum.blogspot.com/feeds/5898007098080787834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7679650&amp;postID=5898007098080787834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7679650/posts/default/5898007098080787834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7679650/posts/default/5898007098080787834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timsum.blogspot.com/2009/01/life-is-short.html' title='Life is short'/><author><name>Sharpie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15826878846486136537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7679650.post-2533627750048100259</id><published>2008-12-21T15:16:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T15:51:15.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bonjour Madame, palez vous Anglais?</title><content type='html'>I got so much info on Paris from Maya and Montse that I am thinking that 3 days is just not gonna be enuff to see the city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both of them are sooooo nice. Maya passed me a mini French guidebook on Paris and printed out maps and addresses of restaurants and eateries that I absolutely have to try. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Montse also handed me her trusted English guidebook on France and even took the effort to go over the train/RER/metro map of Paris with me, introducing the various attractions. I've learned so much from her that I wish I am in Paris right here, right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is true that I could have done my research online and probably get similar information. But nothing beats having a Parisian or a Paris lover tells you where to find tried and tested, good French cuisine and the proper way to pronounce all those damn French words.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7679650-2533627750048100259?l=timsum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timsum.blogspot.com/feeds/2533627750048100259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7679650&amp;postID=2533627750048100259' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7679650/posts/default/2533627750048100259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7679650/posts/default/2533627750048100259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timsum.blogspot.com/2008/12/bonjour-madame-palez-vous-anglais.html' title='Bonjour Madame, palez vous Anglais?'/><author><name>Sharpie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15826878846486136537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7679650.post-7226844402432806207</id><published>2008-12-21T15:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T15:15:34.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cleanest Apt Award...</title><content type='html'>goes to Apt 4624! *Clap Clap*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally cleaned up my apartment. It took me slightly less than two hours to clean up the living room, kitchen and bathroom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, even my taps are sparkling clean - there's not even a single mark of water stain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so proud of myself.....wait a minute, I haven't cleaned up the bedroom and wardrobe yet. They are a mess! Oops...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I will get down to doing it tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7679650-7226844402432806207?l=timsum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timsum.blogspot.com/feeds/7226844402432806207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7679650&amp;postID=7226844402432806207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7679650/posts/default/7226844402432806207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7679650/posts/default/7226844402432806207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timsum.blogspot.com/2008/12/cleanest-apt-award.html' title='The Cleanest Apt Award...'/><author><name>Sharpie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15826878846486136537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7679650.post-543378880301297589</id><published>2008-12-21T04:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T04:34:26.744+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Be my guest</title><content type='html'>I've invited my colleague and his gf over for a Singaporean-style home-cooked dinner tonight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to clean up my apartment yesterday night but couldn't get to it as I had to work late. Just as I was about to leave the office at about 6 pm yesterday evening, I received a call from my Senior Manager informing me that the client has decided to file their tax return earlier than expected. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on a Friday night, I stayed at home working (not that I have any other more exciting things to do)and finally got the report done at 1230 am. Then at 130am, I received an email from the client. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She sent us revised info! WTH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I stayed up for another hour working. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I got up at 930am to continue with it. And now, at 215pm, I finally finished that report. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But wait! I still have to review the changes my SM is making to another report. I am now waiting for him to send it over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 more hours to dinner time and I haven't cleaned up the mess nor bought the ingredients yet. Luckily I am going to make curry chicken using my favorite Prima Taste. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easy, breezy! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna serve the curry with prata, bread and rice (carbo overload!)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Although it doesn't really sound very home-made since I am not making the curry nor the prata from scratch, at least the food is very Singaporean indeed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7679650-543378880301297589?l=timsum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timsum.blogspot.com/feeds/543378880301297589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7679650&amp;postID=543378880301297589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7679650/posts/default/543378880301297589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7679650/posts/default/543378880301297589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timsum.blogspot.com/2008/12/be-my-guest.html' title='Be my guest'/><author><name>Sharpie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15826878846486136537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7679650.post-7727552363680499195</id><published>2008-12-14T09:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T09:45:37.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anticipation &amp; Anniversary</title><content type='html'>Tim originally did not plan on letting me know about him joining us on the Europe trip. He wanted to give me a surprise at the London airport. I think that even though he might have ruined the surprise by telling me in advance, the anticipation of the upcoming trip is equally priceless. It has given me endless joy for the past few days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 10 more days to go. I simply can't wait to see my CGG again! Like I said in my comments, I really feel we are like "pak tor-ing" now. So blissful...I can't stop smiling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realized as I am typing this that Tim and I are celebrating our 12th anniversary this month. Why do I say this month rather than a specific date? That's because he says we got together on 12/12 but I insist it was 10/12. But we sort of agreed that Xmas Day could be the official date too. So after a few years, we just never celebrate our anniversary anymore. But who cares about anniversaries when I feel so much in love everyday :P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, today is my 3rd anniversary here in Houston. Never thot that I would be the last man standing. How time flies....Nope, there is definitely not going to be a fourth anniversary. I should be going back for good between April to May after I complete my projects here. So approximately 5 months more to go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7679650-7727552363680499195?l=timsum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timsum.blogspot.com/feeds/7727552363680499195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7679650&amp;postID=7727552363680499195' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7679650/posts/default/7727552363680499195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7679650/posts/default/7727552363680499195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timsum.blogspot.com/2008/12/anticipation-anniversary.html' title='Anticipation &amp; Anniversary'/><author><name>Sharpie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15826878846486136537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7679650.post-6528316717103261466</id><published>2008-12-12T08:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T09:47:32.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ecstasy</title><content type='html'>I am absolutely elated and nothing is gonna take this feeling away - not even the tonnes of work that I need to do this evening. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am gonna see my CGG again in two weeks' time! Tim is gonna meet up with me in London and we will be traveling to Paris, Manchester and Barcelona (in that order) together! I'm so excited! It's weird. I wasn't even that excited about going to Europe in the first place. But now I can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Tim will be visiting Old Trafford and taking the tour again. And yes, he will go on the free London tour and take the same path again. But who cares?!! The feeling will be different. This time he is gonna have me, his lovely wifey, by his side!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I am over the moon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7679650-6528316717103261466?l=timsum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timsum.blogspot.com/feeds/6528316717103261466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7679650&amp;postID=6528316717103261466' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7679650/posts/default/6528316717103261466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7679650/posts/default/6528316717103261466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timsum.blogspot.com/2008/12/ecstasy.html' title='Ecstasy'/><author><name>Sharpie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15826878846486136537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7679650.post-6670873143024666279</id><published>2008-12-04T07:14:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T08:21:01.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in Houston</title><content type='html'>I'm back in boring Houston.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly, I am not suffering from any jet lag. I slept almost throughout my plane ride and two hours after reaching home, I slept again. I dont even get the dizzy spell that i experienced when I was back in Singapore. Not reading on the flight back probably helped. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I am back, I need to face the reality of deciding my fate for the near future. Before, I had wanted to stay behind as I felt that I will get more out of my stint here by staying a little longer to gain more exposure and experience. I thought that this is particularly important for me especially being a newly promoted manager. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now, after talking to the partner in Singapore, I realized that the skillsets and technical knowledge required to excel in the position back in Spore might be different from what I will learn here. Despite being the same department, the projects managed by the Singapore team are different from those handled over here. In the US, we do a lot more documentation and planning projects that are very specific to TP as the regulations here are very established, while in Singapore, with no specific TP rules in placed, the work tends to focus more on assisting the clients with their overall international tax planning. Not being familiar with that type of work, I can only guess that even though the technical knowledge I gained here will be useful somewhat, I will require a lot more understanding about corporate tax/value added tax/custom in general in order to perform well on the job. I also gathered that the Singapore practice does a lot more direct selling of projects to the clients as compared to our team based in Houston. All these meant that I  will need to have strong technical knowledge as well as possess the relevant softskills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the point is that, by staying behind, even though I might be able to learn more, the experinece that I get might not necessary help me move forward in my career in the near future. With a clearer idea of what is required of me to perform well in my next role, it means that my original objective of staying back in Houston is now no longer valid. If that is the case, isn't it pretty clear that I should just move back to Singapore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the truth is, I don't feel like I am ready to take on the new challenges. Perhaps it is also because I am afraid of change. Life's has been pretty good in the US thus far. I am not sure it will be the same in Spore and I am not willing to find out any time soon. I am not ready to give up the relax (nuah) lifestyle that I have grown accustomed to here for the long working hours in Spore. Yet at the same time, I feel that my quality of life has depreciated despite having all those personal time since I am not able to spend the free time with my loved ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will really have to weigh the pros and cons and think really carefully about what I value most before deciding on the next step that i will take.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7679650-6670873143024666279?l=timsum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timsum.blogspot.com/feeds/6670873143024666279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7679650&amp;postID=6670873143024666279' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7679650/posts/default/6670873143024666279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7679650/posts/default/6670873143024666279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timsum.blogspot.com/2008/12/back-in-houston.html' title='Back in Houston'/><author><name>Sharpie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15826878846486136537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7679650.post-6027583614219679542</id><published>2008-11-19T08:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T08:12:03.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When home doesn't feel like home...</title><content type='html'>I have been back for a week and a half and it still hasn't really sunk in for me that I am home for good. There are probably a few reasons, for example the fact that I am currently unemployed, the fact that I just came back from a surreal footballing trip in Europe, and also, the fact that I have not been feeling too well the past 10 days after a heavy bout of the flu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, in the early hours of the morning as I am writing this, I am very very sure that the main reason why it doesn't feel like home, is because my wife is not with me here. Looking through our vacation photographs, I feel so happy whenever I see her with that happy grin on her face as we are having fun in some obscure part of the world. I realize that even though I should be happy at being back in Singapore, the fact that she's not here to spend this time with me makes it so much less appealing, and the things I normally do over here just aren't the same without her around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UScUzzl3_fQ/SSNZlyLt-GI/AAAAAAAAAG8/VxsiDwF7PH4/s1600-h/IMG_1861.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270154494614567010" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UScUzzl3_fQ/SSNZlyLt-GI/AAAAAAAAAG8/VxsiDwF7PH4/s320/IMG_1861.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sharon, I am really looking forward to you coming back this week. Please come back soon and no need for any gifts as you are the greatest gift that any husband could ask for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you and missing you lots,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Timmy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7679650-6027583614219679542?l=timsum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timsum.blogspot.com/feeds/6027583614219679542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7679650&amp;postID=6027583614219679542' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7679650/posts/default/6027583614219679542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7679650/posts/default/6027583614219679542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timsum.blogspot.com/2008/11/when-home-doesnt-feel-like-home.html' title='When home doesn&apos;t feel like home...'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04962759833519419496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/70/1392/320/timchips.4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UScUzzl3_fQ/SSNZlyLt-GI/AAAAAAAAAG8/VxsiDwF7PH4/s72-c/IMG_1861.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7679650.post-870202529817215327</id><published>2008-11-17T11:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T11:38:39.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Argh</title><content type='html'>Seems that every time I post a pic, part of the writing will not appear. Does anyone know how I can rectify that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7679650-870202529817215327?l=timsum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timsum.blogspot.com/feeds/870202529817215327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7679650&amp;postID=870202529817215327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7679650/posts/default/870202529817215327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7679650/posts/default/870202529817215327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timsum.blogspot.com/2008/11/test.html' title='Argh'/><author><name>Sharpie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15826878846486136537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7679650.post-7414664843352097979</id><published>2008-11-17T11:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T11:34:42.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Counting down</title><content type='html'>I can't wait to go home!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seems that I am more excited about seeing my CGG whom I have not seen for just three weeks than anyone else. ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working parents tend to lament they spend too much time at work that they are missing out on their children's growing up years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that I am missing out on what's going on in my hubby's life by not being around. I mean, we talk everyday, but it just doesn't feel the same. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 more nights to go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7679650-7414664843352097979?l=timsum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timsum.blogspot.com/feeds/7414664843352097979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7679650&amp;postID=7414664843352097979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7679650/posts/default/7414664843352097979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7679650/posts/default/7414664843352097979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timsum.blogspot.com/2008/11/counting-down.html' title='Counting down'/><author><name>Sharpie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15826878846486136537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7679650.post-5369693657772414855</id><published>2008-11-16T04:05:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T04:17:38.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The view from my new office cubicle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EINYm-87ZdU/SR8so_9NzGI/AAAAAAAAAJE/llj-GkP-Pu4/s1600-h/Office.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268979171921349730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EINYm-87ZdU/SR8so_9NzGI/AAAAAAAAAJE/llj-GkP-Pu4/s320/Office.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Now I have a view to look at when I work. Look at the number of cars parked on the surface parking garage with no one on the street. That's what you see in Houston - lotsa cars but no human in sight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7679650-5369693657772414855?l=timsum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timsum.blogspot.com/feeds/5369693657772414855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7679650&amp;postID=5369693657772414855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7679650/posts/default/5369693657772414855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7679650/posts/default/5369693657772414855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timsum.blogspot.com/2008/11/view-from-my-new-office-cubicle.html' title='The view from my new office cubicle'/><author><name>Sharpie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15826878846486136537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EINYm-87ZdU/SR8so_9NzGI/AAAAAAAAAJE/llj-GkP-Pu4/s72-c/Office.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7679650.post-1964121137310749548</id><published>2008-11-15T12:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T13:47:52.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Luggage</title><content type='html'>The luggage limit for flights from the US to Singapore is 23kg x 2. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The luggage limit for flights from UK to Singapore is 20kg x 1. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Tim left Houston with just a 20kg luggage. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And left me another one which weighs a whopping 32kg! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO wonder I had so much trouble lifting it up onto the weighing machine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously husband, how do you think I might be able to carry these luggage by myself? Dont forget I have no more friends here to help. Faintz....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, my arms are hurting!And I got cuts all over my feet - I had to use my feet to help lift the luggage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...that leaves me with just 14kg to put my stuff! That's even less than the baggage limit for domestic flights. Damn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7679650-1964121137310749548?l=timsum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timsum.blogspot.com/feeds/1964121137310749548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7679650&amp;postID=1964121137310749548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7679650/posts/default/1964121137310749548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7679650/posts/default/1964121137310749548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timsum.blogspot.com/2008/11/luggage.html' title='Luggage'/><author><name>Sharpie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15826878846486136537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7679650.post-7560012986319943227</id><published>2008-11-15T05:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T05:46:27.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Homecoming - November 22 - December 1</title><content type='html'>It's been almost one and a half years since I've been back. I wonder how much it has changed or perhaps, how much I have changed since then. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I've changed much. Even my sccent has not changed a bit after three years. Yesterday, I did a two-page presentation (the rest was presented by my senior manager) in front of an international group of clients, among them was a Singaporean. After the presentation, when I told the Sporean client that I am from Singapore too, she replied, "ya, I know from your accent." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Singapore accent. Unmistakable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7679650-7560012986319943227?l=timsum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timsum.blogspot.com/feeds/7560012986319943227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7679650&amp;postID=7560012986319943227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7679650/posts/default/7560012986319943227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7679650/posts/default/7560012986319943227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timsum.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-coming-home.html' title='Homecoming - November 22 - December 1'/><author><name>Sharpie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15826878846486136537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7679650.post-7811092693364891107</id><published>2008-11-12T13:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T13:59:54.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lovesick</title><content type='html'>My CGG has been sick ever since he touched down in Singapore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sis-in-law says he is lovesick. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it is true cos he says that he will not go for Sunday soccer for the two weekends I am around. This is without me asking him not to. heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7679650-7811092693364891107?l=timsum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timsum.blogspot.com/feeds/7811092693364891107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7679650&amp;postID=7811092693364891107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7679650/posts/default/7811092693364891107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7679650/posts/default/7811092693364891107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timsum.blogspot.com/2008/11/lovesick.html' title='Lovesick'/><author><name>Sharpie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15826878846486136537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7679650.post-230639137761996807</id><published>2008-11-08T10:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T10:25:45.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Naggy Hubby</title><content type='html'>My hubby loves to nag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He nags about me not going to the gym.&lt;br /&gt;He nags about me not tidying up the mess. &lt;br /&gt;He nags about me for procrastinating.&lt;br /&gt;He nags about me for being late.&lt;br /&gt;He nags about me for being lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CGG, I miss your naggings...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7679650-230639137761996807?l=timsum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timsum.blogspot.com/feeds/230639137761996807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7679650&amp;postID=230639137761996807' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7679650/posts/default/230639137761996807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7679650/posts/default/230639137761996807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timsum.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-naggy-hubby.html' title='My Naggy Hubby'/><author><name>Sharpie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15826878846486136537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7679650.post-7795401867870179491</id><published>2008-11-08T07:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T07:06:55.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Loneliness</title><content type='html'>Gone were the days when we were happy and gay.&lt;br /&gt;Bored and lonely are what I am today.&lt;br /&gt;Weekends are the worst with no one to talk to&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping and surfing the web are all I could do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did, however, go to the nearby supermarket&lt;br /&gt;To cook a good meal was the original target. &lt;br /&gt;But I came home with barely much food&lt;br /&gt;As everything somehow just doesn’t seem good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With no one to share a scrumptious meal together&lt;br /&gt;What I eat really doesn’t seem to matter.&lt;br /&gt;I guess I won’t be cooking for a little while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, these made me feel like I’m living in exile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7679650-7795401867870179491?l=timsum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timsum.blogspot.com/feeds/7795401867870179491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7679650&amp;postID=7795401867870179491' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7679650/posts/default/7795401867870179491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7679650/posts/default/7795401867870179491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timsum.blogspot.com/2008/11/loneliness.html' title='Loneliness'/><author><name>Sharpie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15826878846486136537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7679650.post-8963432591101240613</id><published>2008-11-06T20:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T21:00:41.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'>16 days...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UScUzzl3_fQ/SRLpoFERYAI/AAAAAAAAAG0/gAm56E-UED4/s1600-h/IMG_2011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265527789113663490" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UScUzzl3_fQ/SRLpoFERYAI/AAAAAAAAAG0/gAm56E-UED4/s320/IMG_2011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... before I finally see my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;sweet wifey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; again. Come back soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7679650-8963432591101240613?l=timsum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timsum.blogspot.com/feeds/8963432591101240613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7679650&amp;postID=8963432591101240613' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7679650/posts/default/8963432591101240613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7679650/posts/default/8963432591101240613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timsum.blogspot.com/2008/11/16-days.html' title='16 days...'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04962759833519419496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/70/1392/320/timchips.4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UScUzzl3_fQ/SRLpoFERYAI/AAAAAAAAAG0/gAm56E-UED4/s72-c/IMG_2011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7679650.post-5438543550206408130</id><published>2008-11-06T20:01:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T22:25:26.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Follow follow...</title><content type='html'>... coz &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;United&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; are going to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Glasgow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently on the train back to &lt;strong&gt;London&lt;/strong&gt; (free wi-fi on the train, woohoo!) and it seems that after a hectic time in &lt;strong&gt;Scotland&lt;/strong&gt;, I finally have time to sit down and blog about my time here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UScUzzl3_fQ/SRLiFJjfOGI/AAAAAAAAAF8/fvlQjOigYyw/s1600-h/IMG_2509.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265519492441520226" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UScUzzl3_fQ/SRLiFJjfOGI/AAAAAAAAAF8/fvlQjOigYyw/s320/IMG_2509.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Now you know what &lt;strong&gt;Mel Gibson's&lt;/strong&gt; been up to these days..."&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Basically, I have very good impressions of Scotland after a good 4 nights split between Edinburgh and Glasgow. Scotland has got great scenery, nice architecture, lots of history, and excellent story tellers everywhere. I did a free walking tour in Edinburgh, a day trip to North Scotland, and also an open-top tour in Glasgow, all of which were made very interesting because of the guides and also because there is such a rich history behind everything around me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UScUzzl3_fQ/SRLiFtIAJQI/AAAAAAAAAGE/ibhPRJV8jEQ/s1600-h/IMG_2535.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265519501989913858" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UScUzzl3_fQ/SRLiFtIAJQI/AAAAAAAAAGE/ibhPRJV8jEQ/s320/IMG_2535.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Bobby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, the dog who stayed by his master's grave at the cemetary everyday for 14 years after his death. Truly &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Man's Best Friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UScUzzl3_fQ/SRLiFzs29xI/AAAAAAAAAGM/2RkPYZS5gsY/s1600-h/IMG_2665.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265519503755114258" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UScUzzl3_fQ/SRLiFzs29xI/AAAAAAAAAGM/2RkPYZS5gsY/s320/IMG_2665.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Urquhart Castle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in the middle of the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Loch Ness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. All you need is the &lt;strong&gt;monster&lt;/strong&gt; to complete the picture."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In keeping up with my active trips recently, I also set aside time to hike up a hill in Edinburgh to get up to &lt;strong&gt;Arthur's Seat&lt;/strong&gt;, which had great views over the city, making the one hour trip up well worth the effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UScUzzl3_fQ/SRLiGNhin4I/AAAAAAAAAGU/OpOqKbLsAyE/s1600-h/IMG_2762.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265519510686965634" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UScUzzl3_fQ/SRLiGNhin4I/AAAAAAAAAGU/OpOqKbLsAyE/s320/IMG_2762.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I now declare this place, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Tim's Seat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, down to the real reason why I am in Scotland. I managed to get tickets (very expensive ones) for the &lt;strong&gt;Champions' League&lt;/strong&gt; game at &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Celtic Park&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and I got to sit with the away fans, which was an absolutely amazing experience. While being at &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Old Trafford&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; was a great feeling in itself, being here amongst the hardcore, passionate, United-in-their-blood fans and singing myself hoarse during the entire game just made me so proud to be a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;United&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; supporter. These guys live and die by the club and you can tell from the atmosphere, just being around them and joining in with all the songs and chants. I have a few photos and videos from the whole game, which incidentally turned out to be one of the most one-sided draws in football history, but I don't think any of it can actually replicate the actual atmosphere unless you are actually right there in the thick of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UScUzzl3_fQ/SRLiGXQWCtI/AAAAAAAAAGc/GamX-2-wDZo/s1600-h/IMG_2886.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265519513299192530" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UScUzzl3_fQ/SRLiGXQWCtI/AAAAAAAAAGc/GamX-2-wDZo/s320/IMG_2886.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Stewards waiting for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;United&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; fans outside the away end. We're a tough bunch you see."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UScUzzl3_fQ/SRLjEcPDarI/AAAAAAAAAGk/T68AHYozoUA/s1600-h/IMG_2913.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265520579787844274" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UScUzzl3_fQ/SRLjEcPDarI/AAAAAAAAAGk/T68AHYozoUA/s320/IMG_2913.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Atmosphere as the game kicks off. Check out their scarves as they sing a stoopid song."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UScUzzl3_fQ/SRLjEcfOVBI/AAAAAAAAAGs/iiKf4VSvkvs/s1600-h/IMG_2925.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265520579855668242" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UScUzzl3_fQ/SRLjEcfOVBI/AAAAAAAAAGs/iiKf4VSvkvs/s320/IMG_2925.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Kyle, the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Celtic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; friend I got to know from my hostel."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That said, I am already looking forward to my swansong game, this weekend's cracker against &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Arsenal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; at the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Emirates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I paid a small fortune for the tickets and I am going to make sure I get as much out of it if possible (ie. look out for a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Singaporean streaker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; during the game).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's hope I get out of there alive!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7679650-5438543550206408130?l=timsum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timsum.blogspot.com/feeds/5438543550206408130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7679650&amp;postID=5438543550206408130' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7679650/posts/default/5438543550206408130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7679650/posts/default/5438543550206408130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timsum.blogspot.com/2008/11/follow-follow.html' title='Follow follow...'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04962759833519419496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/70/1392/320/timchips.4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UScUzzl3_fQ/SRLiFJjfOGI/AAAAAAAAAF8/fvlQjOigYyw/s72-c/IMG_2509.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7679650.post-1958202009871780770</id><published>2008-11-03T11:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T13:06:13.901+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing you</title><content type='html'>My dear CGG, I wish you would be here.&lt;br /&gt;Like some magic, I wish you could appear. &lt;br /&gt;I looked at the door hoping you will walk in. &lt;br /&gt;Just like you would the few times you were workin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be able to tell you right away&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I have something interesting to say.&lt;br /&gt;I want to be able to kiss and hug you&lt;br /&gt;Just like you would do the same to me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I know this is never gonna be,&lt;br /&gt;You have left and there is just me.&lt;br /&gt;All alone in this cold, brick house,&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of you, my beloved spouse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7679650-1958202009871780770?l=timsum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timsum.blogspot.com/feeds/1958202009871780770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7679650&amp;postID=1958202009871780770' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7679650/posts/default/1958202009871780770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7679650/posts/default/1958202009871780770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timsum.blogspot.com/2008/11/missing-you.html' title='Missing you'/><author><name>Sharpie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15826878846486136537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7679650.post-1588883963434327823</id><published>2008-11-03T11:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T11:55:29.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sarah Palin was pranked</title><content type='html'>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iNhA9W9IgFc&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7679650-1588883963434327823?l=timsum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timsum.blogspot.com/feeds/1588883963434327823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7679650&amp;postID=1588883963434327823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7679650/posts/default/1588883963434327823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7679650/posts/default/1588883963434327823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timsum.blogspot.com/2008/11/sarah-palin.html' title='Sarah Palin was pranked'/><author><name>Sharpie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15826878846486136537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7679650.post-32310345728863397</id><published>2008-10-30T13:47:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T15:18:51.101+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Houstonian in Me.</title><content type='html'>Today, in the midst of the biggest day of my life (aside from my wedding of course Sharon...), I found out how much of an effect living in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Houston&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for 3 years has had on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UScUzzl3_fQ/SQlO2cnDcxI/AAAAAAAAAFM/zlZSUCPjYbg/s1600-h/IMG_2131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262824336859034386" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UScUzzl3_fQ/SQlO2cnDcxI/AAAAAAAAAFM/zlZSUCPjYbg/s320/IMG_2131.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lugging around my backpack and making it to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Manchester&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and subsequently, the Youth Hostel (without a map, mind you), it was time for me to finally check in so that I can drop my stuff before scurrying off to Old Trafford. At the counter where I was doing so, I heard a very distinct accent from the person next to me, who was also checking in, and immediately I went, "Are you Singaporean?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UScUzzl3_fQ/SQlQfqDJdPI/AAAAAAAAAFc/UfmACGVgOXE/s1600-h/IMG_2161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262826144352793842" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UScUzzl3_fQ/SQlQfqDJdPI/AAAAAAAAAFc/UfmACGVgOXE/s320/IMG_2161.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking stunned, he said yes, and I told him I was too. His name is Kah Meng and we hit it off immediately, talking for a good 5 minutes about how we ended up there, much to the annoyance of the guy at the counter who was waiting for me to pay during this time. Of course, he said he was here for the game and so I gave him my number told him we will meet up in about 15 minutes so that we can head to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Old Trafford&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; together early and make our way to the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Bishop Blaize&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, which I have always heard has a great pre-match atmosphere..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UScUzzl3_fQ/SQlQf4qUWPI/AAAAAAAAAFk/mxXfdqVNt6M/s1600-h/IMG_2167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262826148275181810" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UScUzzl3_fQ/SQlQf4qUWPI/AAAAAAAAAFk/mxXfdqVNt6M/s320/IMG_2167.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling happy about making a new friend, I finally paid up and made my way to my room. First thing I saw when I opened was a half asleep (and half naked) dude who looked at me weird. I said hi to him as well and again we hit it off immediately (his name is Mike), with me finding out that he's Danish and was here with his brother (John, who was in the restroom at that moment) for their first ever &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;United&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; game. We talked a bit more and I invited them to join me and my new Singaporean friend to go to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Old Trafford&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; early and true enough, they did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had an absolute blast that entire evening since we were all Old Trafford virgins and I even stayed for a beer after the game (something those of you who know me know I wouldn't normally do) with the Danes before making our way back to the hostel together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UScUzzl3_fQ/SQlQgrrDrxI/AAAAAAAAAF0/8D-aAReqHHc/s1600-h/IMG_2180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262826161968492306" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UScUzzl3_fQ/SQlQgrrDrxI/AAAAAAAAAF0/8D-aAReqHHc/s320/IMG_2180.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UScUzzl3_fQ/SQlQgWFcZPI/AAAAAAAAAFs/--q138tPapg/s1600-h/IMG_2182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262826156173583602" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UScUzzl3_fQ/SQlQgWFcZPI/AAAAAAAAAFs/--q138tPapg/s320/IMG_2182.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, looking back on the day's activities, I realized that 3 years ago, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;pre-Houston Tim&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; would probably have got on with his own fun and did everything alone without bothering about anyone around him, being your stereotypical unfriendly Singaporean. For &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;post-Houston Tim&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; though, it seems like talking to people and getting to know new friends has become so commonplace that it's almost second-nature to me wherever I go. Of course, meeting people with the same passion helps alot, but I still feel that this is one of the best things I will be taking back from Houston. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UScUzzl3_fQ/SQlQfS_KD8I/AAAAAAAAAFU/rlNCVp3cWEo/s1600-h/IMG_2157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262826138162040770" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UScUzzl3_fQ/SQlQfS_KD8I/AAAAAAAAAFU/rlNCVp3cWEo/s320/IMG_2157.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A willingness to make new friends, whoever they are and wherever they come from.&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/7679650-32310345728863397?l=timsum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timsum.blogspot.com/feeds/32310345728863397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7679650&amp;postID=32310345728863397' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7679650/posts/default/32310345728863397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7679650/posts/default/32310345728863397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timsum.blogspot.com/2008/10/houstonian-in-me.html' title='The Houstonian in Me.'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04962759833519419496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/70/1392/320/timchips.4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UScUzzl3_fQ/SQlO2cnDcxI/AAAAAAAAAFM/zlZSUCPjYbg/s72-c/IMG_2131.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7679650.post-7962776785799346121</id><published>2008-10-30T13:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T13:25:07.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For the first time....</title><content type='html'>I'm not excited about going home after an out-of-town training. I am sure it is not because I am in Orlando.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7679650-7962776785799346121?l=timsum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timsum.blogspot.com/feeds/7962776785799346121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7679650&amp;postID=7962776785799346121' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7679650/posts/default/7962776785799346121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7679650/posts/default/7962776785799346121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timsum.blogspot.com/2008/10/for-first-time.html' title='For the first time....'/><author><name>Sharpie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15826878846486136537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7679650.post-8367033305593768327</id><published>2008-10-30T11:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T11:44:52.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun</title><content type='html'>I had fun today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tim had fun today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tim watched his favorite football team "live" at Old Trafford. He screamed until he was hoarse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I danced the night away at my "New Manager/Assistant Director" training night activity in Orlando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We both had fun today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except we are not having fun together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7679650-8367033305593768327?l=timsum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timsum.blogspot.com/feeds/8367033305593768327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7679650&amp;postID=8367033305593768327' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7679650/posts/default/8367033305593768327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7679650/posts/default/8367033305593768327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timsum.blogspot.com/2008/10/fun.html' title='Fun'/><author><name>Sharpie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15826878846486136537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7679650.post-7305694578559623081</id><published>2008-10-29T13:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T14:00:36.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little joy</title><content type='html'>It's now almost two am. Just as I was about to shut down my lappie, Tim replied to my msn. He is supposed to be asleep but woke up due to jet lag.So happy to see him online. We talked on the phone a little. Now I can have some sweet dreams.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7679650-7305694578559623081?l=timsum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timsum.blogspot.com/feeds/7305694578559623081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7679650&amp;postID=7305694578559623081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7679650/posts/default/7305694578559623081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7679650/posts/default/7305694578559623081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timsum.blogspot.com/2008/10/little-joy.html' title='Little joy'/><author><name>Sharpie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15826878846486136537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7679650.post-6736345548343047849</id><published>2008-10-29T08:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T08:27:49.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So different.</title><content type='html'>I took &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Lufthansa Airlines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for the flight from Houston to Frankfurt, and then from Frankfurt to London.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During both flights, there was no one seating next to me, but even with the space, I didn't feel good, because there was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;no one who would take naps on my shoulder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During both flights, there was amazing scenery, with nice &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;fall colours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in Germany and the sight of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Wembley Stadium&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in England in the midst of all the Townhomes and yet, it didn't feel good because there was &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no one to discuss it with&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a huge tunnel network with shops at &lt;strong&gt;Frankfurt International&lt;/strong&gt; and at my friends' place (Canary Wharf) in &lt;strong&gt;London&lt;/strong&gt;, with modern architecture and lots of people just walking by having a great day and yet, I was struggling to have one as well, as there was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;no one to share it with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am missing you so much already Sharon...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7679650-6736345548343047849?l=timsum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timsum.blogspot.com/feeds/6736345548343047849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7679650&amp;postID=6736345548343047849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7679650/posts/default/6736345548343047849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7679650/posts/default/6736345548343047849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timsum.blogspot.com/2008/10/so-different.html' title='So different.'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04962759833519419496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/70/1392/320/timchips.4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7679650.post-5843047769240426246</id><published>2008-10-27T16:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T17:00:52.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pilgrimage.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;29 Oct&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Barclays Premier League&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;West Ham&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;H 20:00&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;01 Nov&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Barclays Premier League&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Hull City&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;H 15:00&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;05 Nov&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;UEFA Champions League&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Celtic&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;A 19:45&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;08 Nov&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Barclays Premier League&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Arsenal &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;A 12:45&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The biggest 4 fixtures in the history of mankind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7679650-5843047769240426246?l=timsum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timsum.blogspot.com/feeds/5843047769240426246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7679650&amp;postID=5843047769240426246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7679650/posts/default/5843047769240426246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7679650/posts/default/5843047769240426246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timsum.blogspot.com/2008/10/29-oct-barclays-premier-league-west-ham.html' title='The Pilgrimage.'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04962759833519419496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/70/1392/320/timchips.4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7679650.post-3239138423996040204</id><published>2008-10-27T16:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T16:53:40.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saying Goodbye is so very hard...</title><content type='html'>... which only means, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I LOVE YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; with all my heart;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart aches now, coz I'm missing you,&lt;br /&gt;which goes to show, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I LOVE YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hugs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;kisses&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; from your &lt;strong&gt;CGG&lt;/strong&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7679650-3239138423996040204?l=timsum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timsum.blogspot.com/feeds/3239138423996040204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7679650&amp;postID=3239138423996040204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7679650/posts/default/3239138423996040204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7679650/posts/default/3239138423996040204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timsum.blogspot.com/2008/10/saying-goodbye-is-so-very-hard.html' title='Saying Goodbye is so very hard...'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04962759833519419496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/70/1392/320/timchips.4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7679650.post-2032348877254885194</id><published>2008-10-27T13:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T13:21:40.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home</title><content type='html'>A house is a place that provides shelter against the elements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A home is where there is warmth, love, happiness, and laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left home today for Orlando but when I go back on Thurs, I'll be returning to a house void of feelings, with only sweet memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'll miss you. The going will get tough. But a  decision has been made.For better or worse, we'll have to stick with it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7679650-2032348877254885194?l=timsum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timsum.blogspot.com/feeds/2032348877254885194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7679650&amp;postID=2032348877254885194' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7679650/posts/default/2032348877254885194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7679650/posts/default/2032348877254885194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timsum.blogspot.com/2008/10/home.html' title='Home'/><author><name>Sharpie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15826878846486136537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7679650.post-2258360367886473664</id><published>2008-10-23T13:06:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T08:22:28.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That's how I got paid to buy VS...</title><content type='html'>I received the following from VS reward/offer over the past month:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 X VS reward card worth $10 each = $20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$10 off any bra purchase = Price of Bra - $10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Free Panty = Free $8.50 panty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went to VS today and got myself a bra ($45) and a panty ($$8.50).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much should I pay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(to make things simple, I have excluded the sales tax from the following calculation)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the cashier, I did a mental calculation. Amount I should pay: $15 [$45 - $10 x 2 (reward card) - $10 ($10 off any bra) + $8.50 - $8.50 (FREE)].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much was I charged?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$25!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I asked the sales assistant how did she arrive at $25 when it should only be $15.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some very confusing explanation from her, I realized that she did not take into account the $10 off any bra purchase as she claimed it couldn't be used with any other promotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered reading the fine prints that even though it cannot be combined with any other promotion, the VS reward is not considered a promotion (it's a reward for having spent a certain amount on the VS credit card) and so it can be used together with that offer. Yes, I am that kiasu or should I say an eye for detail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She insisted the two couldn't be used together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I insisted I was right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without saying anything else to me, she talked to her colleague on the phone asking if the offer can be combined with the reward cards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And without letting me know if I was right or wrong, she asked me to pass her back my purchase and then started punching furiously at the cash register.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew then I was right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She didn't speak to me for two minutes and never even made any eye contact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She then demanded I signed on a receipt that indicated a refund of $28.50.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was bewildered. I only paid $25 for the purchase earlier, why was there a refund for $28.50 - $3.50 more than my purchase!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I asked if she was going to issue another receipt for the right amount. She replied rudely, "No, that's it. I returned your original purchase and keyed in the new sales in the same receipt"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking to myself since she was rude and even refused to knowledge I was right earlier, I signed the receipt and left, knowing very well that obviously she must have made another mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I checked the new receipt as soon as I got out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, instead of showing that I returned $25 worth of products, she indicated I returned $53.50 (bra + panty). Then she charged me $35 for the bra ($45 less $10 off) and then gave a further $10 reward to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's how I ended up being paid $3.50 to buy a bra and panty from VS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best deal ever!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7679650-2258360367886473664?l=timsum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timsum.blogspot.com/feeds/2258360367886473664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7679650&amp;postID=2258360367886473664' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7679650/posts/default/2258360367886473664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7679650/posts/default/2258360367886473664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timsum.blogspot.com/2008/10/victoria-secrets.html' title='That&apos;s how I got paid to buy VS...'/><author><name>Sharpie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15826878846486136537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7679650.post-4247784704338303147</id><published>2008-10-22T06:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T06:11:53.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Silly Car</title><content type='html'>Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when I thought I got rid of a money guzzling beetle, I got myself a silly car that is going to cost $2k to change the bottom frame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7679650-4247784704338303147?l=timsum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timsum.blogspot.com/feeds/4247784704338303147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7679650&amp;postID=4247784704338303147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7679650/posts/default/4247784704338303147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7679650/posts/default/4247784704338303147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timsum.blogspot.com/2008/10/silly-car.html' title='Silly Car'/><author><name>Sharpie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15826878846486136537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7679650.post-7938561802976532526</id><published>2008-10-17T08:51:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T11:10:10.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone baby, gone!</title><content type='html'>She is gone, forever. I will never get to see her again. She was gone just like that in a flash. I never even had a chance to say goodbye. I am sure I am going to miss her. Goodbye my lady, goodbye...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EINYm-87ZdU/SPf9p9HTZ1I/AAAAAAAAAI0/ulKl_ea3rGA/s1600-h/IMG00014[1].JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257949987200001874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EINYm-87ZdU/SPf9p9HTZ1I/AAAAAAAAAI0/ulKl_ea3rGA/s320/IMG00014%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darn, I never even took a photo with her. But at least I sold it for a pretty decent price. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;p/s: My state inspection was supposed to be done in August. As I had been &lt;s&gt;lazy&lt;/s&gt; busy, I never got down to doing it. So two Sats ago, Tim helped me brought it to the mechanic. Instead of spending just $40 on the inspection, he "helped" me spent an additional $100 on changing the wiper, servicing the aircon, oil change, etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't believe it when I saw the bill! Why the heck would he wanna do that when he knew that I was selling my car soon? He said that precisely since we were selling, we should keep it in pristine condition. Faintz. I was pretty sure then that the buyer wouldn't care less about such stuff as long as the engine is working fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7679650-7938561802976532526?l=timsum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timsum.blogspot.com/feeds/7938561802976532526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7679650&amp;postID=7938561802976532526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7679650/posts/default/7938561802976532526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7679650/posts/default/7938561802976532526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timsum.blogspot.com/2008/10/gone-baby-gone.html' title='Gone baby, gone!'/><author><name>Sharpie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15826878846486136537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EINYm-87ZdU/SPf9p9HTZ1I/AAAAAAAAAI0/ulKl_ea3rGA/s72-c/IMG00014%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7679650.post-2940808555339510743</id><published>2008-10-14T12:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T12:41:55.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blackberry</title><content type='html'>I'm typing this on my new blackberry curve even though I've my laptop besides me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7679650-2940808555339510743?l=timsum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timsum.blogspot.com/feeds/2940808555339510743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7679650&amp;postID=2940808555339510743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7679650/posts/default/2940808555339510743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7679650/posts/default/2940808555339510743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timsum.blogspot.com/2008/10/blackberry.html' title='Blackberry'/><author><name>Sharpie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15826878846486136537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7679650.post-1980619433426091803</id><published>2008-10-14T11:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T11:16:19.768+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paranoia</title><content type='html'>Tim refuses to pack his Man U jerseys into his luggage now. He wanna put them in his handcarry instead as he is afraid they might be stolen. *faint*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7679650-1980619433426091803?l=timsum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timsum.blogspot.com/feeds/1980619433426091803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7679650&amp;postID=1980619433426091803' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7679650/posts/default/1980619433426091803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7679650/posts/default/1980619433426091803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timsum.blogspot.com/2008/10/paranoia.html' title='Paranoia'/><author><name>Sharpie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15826878846486136537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
