<?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-5619433</id><updated>2011-07-29T17:56:39.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mumblyfumblyjumbly thoughts</title><subtitle type='html'>this is -my- life</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lapetitereine.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619433/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapetitereine.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619433/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>~ting~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365423247767375836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>625</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619433.post-8122111789992343659</id><published>2009-08-04T17:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T17:32:33.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>reading this made me cry because it reminds me of everything he was and everything you aren't.some of de sweet things shared for guys to pick up n learn..1-touch her waist2-talk to her3-share secrets4-give her your jacket5-kiss her slowly6-hug her7-hold her8-laugh with her,not at her9-invite her somewhere10-let her be with you when you're with your friends11-smile with her12-take pics with her13-</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619433/posts/default/8122111789992343659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619433/posts/default/8122111789992343659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapetitereine.blogspot.com/2009_08_01_archive.html#8122111789992343659' title=''/><author><name>~ting~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365423247767375836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619433.post-215173442317304382</id><published>2009-03-29T13:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T13:43:35.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i thought i could do this, but its turning out to be even harder than i could ever imagine.i'd give anything for you to be by my side now. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619433/posts/default/215173442317304382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619433/posts/default/215173442317304382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapetitereine.blogspot.com/2009_03_01_archive.html#215173442317304382' title=''/><author><name>~ting~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365423247767375836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619433.post-2648326854226154426</id><published>2008-10-02T22:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T22:59:48.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i need to be here to catch you when you fall. and i know that there's no one to catch me if i fall. its at this time when i really really need to be strong. and i can't afford to slip up, not a single time. not until all this is put behind us. so its back to the silent tears in the night, into my pillow, anywhere but before you. oh the irony. but i have to be stronger than you are. i can do this.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619433/posts/default/2648326854226154426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619433/posts/default/2648326854226154426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapetitereine.blogspot.com/2008_10_01_archive.html#2648326854226154426' title=''/><author><name>~ting~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365423247767375836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619433.post-4364917459984790634</id><published>2008-08-20T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T00:11:39.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>damn tired.of everything.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619433/posts/default/4364917459984790634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619433/posts/default/4364917459984790634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapetitereine.blogspot.com/2008_08_01_archive.html#4364917459984790634' title=''/><author><name>~ting~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365423247767375836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619433.post-5631282107468982445</id><published>2008-07-06T21:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T21:47:16.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it's been so long.most days, i go by without thinking, without rememberingat times, a mere scent, a thought, a sudden memory, can leave me grappling with the pain of all that raw emotion.i still read the letters. i still remember. i still play with D &amp; G everyday. and i have not forgotten S, G, H, G, F. i wonder how MT and LT are doing.but memories are slowly fading away. when i think about YaM, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619433/posts/default/5631282107468982445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619433/posts/default/5631282107468982445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapetitereine.blogspot.com/2008_07_01_archive.html#5631282107468982445' title=''/><author><name>~ting~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365423247767375836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619433.post-9147352381007815169</id><published>2008-05-27T21:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T21:44:02.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>what i really really want to tell u, but can never, is that everytime you hurt me, everytime you say something mean, everytime you neglect to keep your promises and everytime you do something that makes me realise how little i in fact mean to you, you are actually pushing me further and further away from you.it used to be that one little thing could keep me awake with worry and pain all night, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619433/posts/default/9147352381007815169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619433/posts/default/9147352381007815169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapetitereine.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#9147352381007815169' title=''/><author><name>~ting~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365423247767375836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619433.post-1503285915237161224</id><published>2008-05-25T21:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T21:41:56.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it all started out as a hazy notion that this might be a good goal to work towards this year... considering how slack i have been in this aspect of my life.now after further research, i am DEFINITELY setting this as one of THE goals to strive for. can't say what it is yet... am certain i will meet with considerable ridicule and doubt, and telling others will only put more pressure on myself. yet </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619433/posts/default/1503285915237161224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619433/posts/default/1503285915237161224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapetitereine.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#1503285915237161224' title=''/><author><name>~ting~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365423247767375836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619433.post-5265982586772023686</id><published>2008-05-17T02:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T03:12:58.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i remember how it was so difficult whenever he went away. the tears would inevitably fall, along with the feelings of emptiness and fear that i just might lose him forever. i just couldn't wait to hear that he had landed safely.how different it is with you now. i drop you off, receive my goodbye hug, and happily get on with the rest of my life.why?do i not give a damn?has being with you taught me</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619433/posts/default/5265982586772023686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619433/posts/default/5265982586772023686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapetitereine.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#5265982586772023686' title=''/><author><name>~ting~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365423247767375836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619433.post-8710231756873695046</id><published>2008-05-01T23:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T23:43:09.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i hereby declare that my life, from today on, will be dedicated to Raphael, my soon-to-be car. i promise that he will be most lovingly taken care of and ensure that he will be the happiest, zippiest, shiniest, proudest and most handsome and well-kept car on the roads.i love you already. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619433/posts/default/8710231756873695046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619433/posts/default/8710231756873695046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapetitereine.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#8710231756873695046' title=''/><author><name>~ting~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365423247767375836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619433.post-2019241567577786164</id><published>2008-04-24T11:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T11:50:25.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i wish i had the strength to.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619433/posts/default/2019241567577786164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619433/posts/default/2019241567577786164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapetitereine.blogspot.com/2008_04_01_archive.html#2019241567577786164' title=''/><author><name>~ting~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365423247767375836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619433.post-4176726337393177444</id><published>2008-04-17T01:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T01:40:51.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>說好和你一起流浪　失約的我獨自飛翔窗外景物不斷的變換　提醒我背叛的心慌 說好不讓你再流淚　迷惑的我不知是錯是對下雪街頭獨自的行走　握不住一杯溫熱的咖啡 New York Dallas Los Angeles　寂寞公路每站都下雪想念 等候 流逝的夢 寂寞公路每吋都傷痛Sunrise Moonshake Heartbreaker　寂寞公路每段都下雪冷漠 激情 點煙的手 寂寞公路哪裡是盡頭it must have been about a year ago when i was obsessed over the interpretation of these lyrics. the gist of it is clear but there were phrases here and there which didn't really square with what i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619433/posts/default/4176726337393177444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619433/posts/default/4176726337393177444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapetitereine.blogspot.com/2008_04_01_archive.html#4176726337393177444' title=''/><author><name>~ting~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365423247767375836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619433.post-4241016521631876590</id><published>2008-04-13T12:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T12:22:31.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i saw it. 3 months and 4 days after it was sentoh how much has changed since thenif you must know,i am smiling back at you toobut there are tears in my eyes</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619433/posts/default/4241016521631876590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619433/posts/default/4241016521631876590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapetitereine.blogspot.com/2008_04_01_archive.html#4241016521631876590' title=''/><author><name>~ting~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365423247767375836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619433.post-6234273487963086115</id><published>2008-01-11T00:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T00:44:01.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>'all i wanted was for him to let me go... but now that he has, it hurts me more than anything else in the world' -my blueberry nights</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619433/posts/default/6234273487963086115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619433/posts/default/6234273487963086115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapetitereine.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html#6234273487963086115' title=''/><author><name>~ting~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365423247767375836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619433.post-5046646786713439848</id><published>2007-11-10T10:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T10:49:07.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"It's funny how you can train for other aspects of running, but you can't train joy.  It blinks and disappears, elusive as that firefly, but when you have it ...you are a different runner.  I can't close without mentioning Ryan Shay, the runner who died at mile 5 of the Men's Olympic Trials marathon on Saturday.  His death is so tragic and my prayers go out to his wife and his entire family.  I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619433/posts/default/5046646786713439848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619433/posts/default/5046646786713439848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapetitereine.blogspot.com/2007_11_01_archive.html#5046646786713439848' title=''/><author><name>~ting~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365423247767375836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619433.post-4111121258976525207</id><published>2007-08-21T14:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T14:32:40.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>back from phuket, which has1) Hot chilli squid,2) Korean pork bulgogi, and3) Bacon and cheese flavoured Lays. and4) Choco mint tim tams.why, singapore, why? aren't you supposed be a food paradise?on a happier note, cheers has recently started selling this line of korean coffee. there's a cinammon flavoured one which i absolutely love and which tastes exactly like coffee bean's cinnamon ice </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619433/posts/default/4111121258976525207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619433/posts/default/4111121258976525207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapetitereine.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#4111121258976525207' title=''/><author><name>~ting~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365423247767375836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619433.post-3555989919790904753</id><published>2007-08-06T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T00:06:03.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>omg. the muscles in my left arm are aching. not from push-ups, not from running, not from gymming but from holding the mike for hours on end at yesterday's ktv session. i really constantly surprise myself... </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619433/posts/default/3555989919790904753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619433/posts/default/3555989919790904753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapetitereine.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#3555989919790904753' title=''/><author><name>~ting~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365423247767375836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619433.post-2027572986214096577</id><published>2007-08-03T16:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T16:28:45.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>moral dilemma. things can't go on like this indefinitely... and the whole situation is bound to explode sooner or later. but in the meantime what is the best thing to be done? be brutally honest? (which is always a difficult thing), be subtle and hope my hints get picked up? or continue with the status quo - i.e. bottle up my resentment and bitch when i can't take it anymore? either way i see it,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619433/posts/default/2027572986214096577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619433/posts/default/2027572986214096577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapetitereine.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#2027572986214096577' title=''/><author><name>~ting~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365423247767375836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619433.post-1420750761626079473</id><published>2007-08-01T01:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T02:03:12.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Coram    :    Andrew Phang Boon Leong JA, V K Rajah JA and            Woo Bih Li J    Not before 2.15pm 8    Application No    :    SUM/1998/2007 - in S 261/2006    Applicant     :    The Singapore Democratic Party &amp; 8 others            [3rd Applicant (Dr Chee Soon Juan) In Person]    Respondent    :    Lee Hsien Loong            (Mr Davinder Singh SC/Mr Adrian Tan Gim Hai)            (Drew &amp; </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619433/posts/default/1420750761626079473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619433/posts/default/1420750761626079473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapetitereine.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#1420750761626079473' title=''/><author><name>~ting~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365423247767375836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619433.post-381343254108052531</id><published>2007-07-23T00:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T00:45:58.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>now where should i start.8pm sat night: ktv suggested as a post-dinner activity. i went yesssss! and right there and then decided to scrap all my plans to rest early that night in preparation for sunday morning's mizuno run10pm: get msg from james saying sth to the effect that he's screwed for the run coz he's out drinking. tell him that i'm in no better state. briefly toy with the idea of not </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619433/posts/default/381343254108052531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619433/posts/default/381343254108052531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapetitereine.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#381343254108052531' title=''/><author><name>~ting~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365423247767375836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619433.post-496674706291601581</id><published>2007-07-21T00:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T01:09:49.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>advo is all of 21 days away yet i'm already dreading it with a ... dread that i've not known for anything else.junwei &amp; wife are opening up their home to us tmr! =) who'd have thought that out of all of us in hall, he'd be the first to get married. amazing stuff. and both of them look so contented together that you just can't help but feel wonderfully happy for them. but of course the hilarious </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619433/posts/default/496674706291601581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619433/posts/default/496674706291601581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapetitereine.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#496674706291601581' title=''/><author><name>~ting~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365423247767375836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619433.post-1635581657651001304</id><published>2007-07-20T01:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T01:27:06.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>plc life is really good, especially this week. classes are from 10-1 so we go for nice long lunches and i have the luxury of going home after lunch, napping, and then going out again to meet either the groo or friends. somehow, with the huge auditorium and little secluded corner where we hide in, we don't really feel the need to keep up appearances of paying attention to/being interested in the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619433/posts/default/1635581657651001304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619433/posts/default/1635581657651001304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapetitereine.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#1635581657651001304' title=''/><author><name>~ting~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365423247767375836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619433.post-8888963741919512444</id><published>2007-07-10T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T22:26:52.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>suddenly being able to wake up at 830 on a weekday is an enormous luxury. sigh. better enjoy my last 5 month holiday-of-sorts.now that i'm comparatively rich-er, lots of plans are in the works. the groo's bday trip to some random lovely beach resort in the area, phuket with grace gj diana, and cambodia with some og peeps (this one i'm not too optimistic about though.. grrr), which, added up, will</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619433/posts/default/8888963741919512444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619433/posts/default/8888963741919512444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapetitereine.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#8888963741919512444' title=''/><author><name>~ting~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365423247767375836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619433.post-4535545912769806693</id><published>2007-07-02T18:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T19:17:15.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>iphone. ilove. iwant. iwait. isave. ibuy. isplurge. iplayibroke.---------happy. ktv-ed till almost 5am on friday night/saturday morning. to the uncluedin: this is the first time i dared to sing in front of somebody who is not the groo.to the even more uncluedin: i used to live in mortal fear of singing in front of ppl, so friends had to drag me kicking and screaming into ktv and still i refused </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619433/posts/default/4535545912769806693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619433/posts/default/4535545912769806693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapetitereine.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#4535545912769806693' title=''/><author><name>~ting~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365423247767375836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619433.post-2248156374617572787</id><published>2007-06-28T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T23:05:44.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>don't know if there's anything i'm not supposed to divulge but ... well.boss, i, and the ship managers' representative had a zi char dinner at pasir panjang and we drank a toast to my first time on board a ship. 'and many more to come' boss says.i love the sea. i love being out on a ship in the open sea. i want to work on board a tanker or cargo ship. i want to sail with NOL. i want to first get </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619433/posts/default/2248156374617572787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619433/posts/default/2248156374617572787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapetitereine.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#2248156374617572787' title=''/><author><name>~ting~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365423247767375836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619433.post-6621387958286507738</id><published>2007-06-27T18:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T18:33:59.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>head stuffed with cotton wool and nose dripping like a tap. and muchmuch work to do.argh. should snap out of this. self-pity won't help and is only for the weak and spineless.soon a happier note. call papers have been filed, (at least what can be filed at this stage has been filed), waiting for the High Court's approval.boss is bringing me on board a ship tomorrow to interview the crew. collision</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619433/posts/default/6621387958286507738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619433/posts/default/6621387958286507738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapetitereine.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#6621387958286507738' title=''/><author><name>~ting~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365423247767375836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619433.post-1920109371207697300</id><published>2007-06-25T17:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T18:22:14.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Anonymous Lawyer: The Novel is finally out. It's in his usual style though, so if you've already trawled through all the contents of his blog then it probably won't provide many more burst-out-laughing-hysterically moments. i got it on impulse (what's new) and kind of regret a little.today's the slackest i've ever been so far in the office. not much work so its a good thing. been msn-ing various </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619433/posts/default/1920109371207697300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619433/posts/default/1920109371207697300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapetitereine.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#1920109371207697300' title=''/><author><name>~ting~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365423247767375836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619433.post-5490813748189894240</id><published>2007-06-23T18:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T18:56:14.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i am back with a vengeance. a little late to start now i know, so i'm not actually hoping for any PBs. but if some do come my way due to greater willpower, accumulated experience or sheer grace of god, they will be very much welcome =). just no PWs please. hopefully. toying with the idea of MR 25 too.. but going into it not knowing anyone is a little daunting. weeee shalll seeee.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619433/posts/default/5490813748189894240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619433/posts/default/5490813748189894240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapetitereine.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#5490813748189894240' title=''/><author><name>~ting~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365423247767375836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619433.post-5991029627839433956</id><published>2007-06-12T00:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T00:15:24.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>just a thought. you know,a pf can allege anything he likesa def can then raise all the defences he wantsppl can lie all they wishbut ultimatelyres ipsa loquitur</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619433/posts/default/5991029627839433956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619433/posts/default/5991029627839433956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapetitereine.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#5991029627839433956' title=''/><author><name>~ting~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365423247767375836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619433.post-7157865893186856667</id><published>2007-06-05T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T23:24:05.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so ... i am very much back and a 1,500 or so photos richer. my laptop is safe and sound too so a big [insert rude face] to everyone who pessimistically predicted that it would get lost / stolen there. i did manage to lose both jackets which i brought there though.. but that's another story for another time. what do i remember of the trip ... lets see. the scenery of course, endless bus rides </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619433/posts/default/7157865893186856667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619433/posts/default/7157865893186856667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapetitereine.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#7157865893186856667' title=''/><author><name>~ting~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365423247767375836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619433.post-5753019775872565780</id><published>2007-05-13T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T23:52:07.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>wtf! i just realised that the sistine chapel and vatican museum are NOT included in the tour. and i was so looking forward to going back there again. oooh neither is the trevi fountain. nor the obelisk. nor ANY of the piazzas. whaaaaattheefffffff. seriously. i don't mean to be whiny or bitchy or complain-y or what (in fact i think i will enjoy myself very much over there) but really this is the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619433/posts/default/5753019775872565780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619433/posts/default/5753019775872565780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapetitereine.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#5753019775872565780' title=''/><author><name>~ting~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365423247767375836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619433.post-4683427891065692588</id><published>2007-05-13T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T22:32:20.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>finally... it's MY turn.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619433/posts/default/4683427891065692588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619433/posts/default/4683427891065692588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapetitereine.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#4683427891065692588' title=''/><author><name>~ting~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365423247767375836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619433.post-6076952603437903593</id><published>2007-05-12T23:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T23:54:06.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>for those who have asked / wondered about the meaning of my msn nick and why it is what it is:from the secret history; the most heart-wrenching lines i've ever read -(of course much of the context is lost if you haven't read the book.. but hopefully this suffices)'Camilla, I love you,' I said. 'Let's get married.'...Finally she said: 'Richard, you know i can't do that.''Why not?''I can't. I can't</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619433/posts/default/6076952603437903593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619433/posts/default/6076952603437903593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapetitereine.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#6076952603437903593' title=''/><author><name>~ting~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365423247767375836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619433.post-7215202725743497991</id><published>2007-05-12T05:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T05:16:57.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i know i've posted this to death in the past but suddenly thought of it again.its been one of my favourites since year 1love his voice. love the lyrics. love the music. love the melancholy.See the pyramids along the NileWatch the sun rise from the tropic isleJust remember darling all the whileYou belong to meSee the market place in old AlgiersSend me photographs and souvenirsJust remember when a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619433/posts/default/7215202725743497991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619433/posts/default/7215202725743497991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapetitereine.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#7215202725743497991' title=''/><author><name>~ting~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365423247767375836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619433.post-3680271776235420363</id><published>2007-05-11T02:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T02:11:05.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my eyes are wide open</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619433/posts/default/3680271776235420363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619433/posts/default/3680271776235420363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapetitereine.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#3680271776235420363' title=''/><author><name>~ting~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365423247767375836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619433.post-437695432415515834</id><published>2007-05-08T23:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T23:52:57.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i doonooo what to say really. but i think i ought to at least say something. about everything. oh but if i do it'll have to be cryptic. so why should i bother anyway. haha. i'm insane.xxxeveryone .. and i mean really EVERYONE is gone. or going to be gone in the next few hours. blah. everyday i just go on msn and talk about grad trip grad trip grad trip and tell everyone who's going to japan how </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619433/posts/default/437695432415515834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619433/posts/default/437695432415515834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapetitereine.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#437695432415515834' title=''/><author><name>~ting~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365423247767375836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619433.post-5128269684186612530</id><published>2007-05-04T03:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T03:09:52.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>girls' night out tomorrow (or rather later today). can't wait!itching to re-read the secret history as well. but it's at home =(  oh wells will soon be moving home for good anyway. glad i've already gotten the freedom/going home late issue sorted out. 1 less thing to worry about. now if only i can figure out the best way to get wireless at home. should i pester dad to upgrade to a wireless plan </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619433/posts/default/5128269684186612530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619433/posts/default/5128269684186612530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapetitereine.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#5128269684186612530' title=''/><author><name>~ting~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365423247767375836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619433.post-5325517777882390262</id><published>2007-05-03T03:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T03:29:14.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>in denial.its hard to believe that tomorrow i won't be waking up at 9, packing my laptop and notes and making the journey to btc to study. that in fact, this chapter of my life is over.most people i know are leaving on their grad trips this week and we probably all won't see each other for the next month or so, or possibly even longerbooobut its inevitable i guess.james i quote you ok? coz i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619433/posts/default/5325517777882390262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619433/posts/default/5325517777882390262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapetitereine.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#5325517777882390262' title=''/><author><name>~ting~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365423247767375836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619433.post-7415508402429535837</id><published>2007-05-01T20:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T20:34:37.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>and after all that has happened, i'm just glad that i hadn't given up my faith and trust. the past 9 months or so were not easy. there were times when your actions seemingly contradicted your words, when there were more questions than answers, and when i was so tempted just to give it all up because i didn't see the point anymore. but for some reason i didn't. and during the 'bashing' sessions </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619433/posts/default/7415508402429535837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619433/posts/default/7415508402429535837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapetitereine.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#7415508402429535837' title=''/><author><name>~ting~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365423247767375836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619433.post-5653658329090364695</id><published>2007-04-30T11:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T11:53:34.458+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>just found out that this year's shape run will be in september. which is 2 weeks after ahm. don't know if this is good or bad, seeing that i want to set a 10k pb.2 days left to the end. this semester was horrible really despite me trying so hard to psycho myself since the beginning that i cannot let it be so. now with only one module left, i can't even do it properly. i'm hugely distracted by </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619433/posts/default/5653658329090364695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619433/posts/default/5653658329090364695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapetitereine.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#5653658329090364695' title=''/><author><name>~ting~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365423247767375836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619433.post-8254935779579973514</id><published>2007-04-26T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T22:49:17.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Dear law students,   My apologies for this belated message as I was away. I want to wish all of you the very best in your exams. Don't get overly stressed as good grades, while helpful, are neither a necessary nor a sufficient measure for future success.  With best wishes,Tan CH"xxxpossibly the sweetest and most enlightened dean ever. how can anyone not love him? </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619433/posts/default/8254935779579973514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619433/posts/default/8254935779579973514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapetitereine.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#8254935779579973514' title=''/><author><name>~ting~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365423247767375836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619433.post-5531173209177476982</id><published>2007-04-26T02:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T02:03:03.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>you're really a master at this game aren't you?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619433/posts/default/5531173209177476982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619433/posts/default/5531173209177476982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapetitereine.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#5531173209177476982' title=''/><author><name>~ting~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365423247767375836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619433.post-7507222452537846138</id><published>2007-04-24T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T23:25:29.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>depressed and lethargic and irritable and xianthis sums up my last week? or sowhen i'm supposed to be having the time of my lifenowwhen i'm not out having funall i want to do is crawl into bed and sleeeeeepi think i'm suffering from some chronic ailment</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619433/posts/default/7507222452537846138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619433/posts/default/7507222452537846138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapetitereine.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#7507222452537846138' title=''/><author><name>~ting~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365423247767375836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619433.post-2137104273888286313</id><published>2007-04-18T01:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T01:51:23.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>this sounds suspiciously like me"many 'mainstream' real runners run so they can eat anything they want. And they often do. These 'garbage-disposal' runners typically have only about three things they live for (running and eating are two of them). Eat and run. Run and eat. Regular running burns tons of calories, and as long as they are consistent (and real runners are always consistent) they can </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619433/posts/default/2137104273888286313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619433/posts/default/2137104273888286313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapetitereine.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#2137104273888286313' title=''/><author><name>~ting~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365423247767375836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619433.post-8704858615825267417</id><published>2007-04-17T00:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T00:51:08.349+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>all hail the new heroes robert cheruiyot [2:14:13] and lidiya grigoryeva [2:29:18]! cheruiyot is simply amazing. this is his 3rd win at boston, and comes after he took a bad fall and suffered head injuries at finish line of the chicago marathon last year (which he also won). he set the fastest boston timing ever in 110 years with his win last year (think it was 2:07:something) and is also the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619433/posts/default/8704858615825267417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619433/posts/default/8704858615825267417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapetitereine.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#8704858615825267417' title=''/><author><name>~ting~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365423247767375836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619433.post-6037360755722689355</id><published>2007-04-16T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T21:35:39.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>update: just read that boston marathon is experiencing the worst weather in its 111 year history. wow. 11 minutes to the elite women's start. go deena kastor! =)actually, GO all 22,000 of you out there.. who today come together to celebrate the oldest and most prestigious marathon, and the common passion that transcends all borders and unites us all. no matter how well trained well prepared and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619433/posts/default/6037360755722689355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619433/posts/default/6037360755722689355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapetitereine.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#6037360755722689355' title=''/><author><name>~ting~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365423247767375836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619433.post-2851927121147855727</id><published>2007-04-16T15:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T15:50:20.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>excited! boston takes place today and for the first time i'll be following the live coverage on the BAA website and on runners world. it'd be even better if it were telecast on tv but i guess long-distance running is not that popular a sport here yet. nonetheless i'm all hyped up and excited already .. just as if i were running it myself (but fat hope of course) .. live coverage starts at 9pm .. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619433/posts/default/2851927121147855727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619433/posts/default/2851927121147855727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapetitereine.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#2851927121147855727' title=''/><author><name>~ting~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365423247767375836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619433.post-2096289629065540996</id><published>2007-04-14T13:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T14:00:04.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i have been informed that one of my friends who has planned his final semester such that he has zero exams is going off on his 3 week vacation this weekend! arrrgh. *envious*and so here i am on a saturday afternoon sitting in my room attempting to get some work done, and wearing my contact lenses despite not having ventured out the entire day except to get breakfast at clementi market. yes i'm </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619433/posts/default/2096289629065540996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619433/posts/default/2096289629065540996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapetitereine.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#2096289629065540996' title=''/><author><name>~ting~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365423247767375836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619433.post-6777022881275947576</id><published>2007-04-10T04:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T05:04:24.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>alrighty suddenly i'm all excited about grad trip again, especially the Paris leg of it which i was previously feeling -blah- about, for obvious reasons. terence and i have made plans to meet up when i'm in Paris! and he's suggested visiting the catacombs :) which i've never been to before. double yayness! maybe if there's time i'd want to go back to montmartre as well.. coz it's one place i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619433/posts/default/6777022881275947576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619433/posts/default/6777022881275947576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapetitereine.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#6777022881275947576' title=''/><author><name>~ting~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365423247767375836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619433.post-5144066998290736505</id><published>2007-04-09T14:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T15:05:33.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>monday, 9 april 2007 at 14:58 hours.the msn-nick trend started by ME &lt;炜婷&gt; ... woozy  - coffee IS still the solution to everything!has grown to:1) [James] i need a solution: it obviously isn't coffee2) Celeste: [6900/8000] coffee is not the solution to everything: still spawning a whole new range of coffee-related nicksAND3) A weekend of Tioman and Phantom!! And coffee is certainly not the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619433/posts/default/5144066998290736505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619433/posts/default/5144066998290736505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapetitereine.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#5144066998290736505' title=''/><author><name>~ting~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365423247767375836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619433.post-7697234220736931910</id><published>2007-04-07T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T23:49:56.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>yay! found a tub of peach-apricot ice cream at home =)  it's been waaay too long since i last lived with a working fridge and freezer.another thing. holland v's xo beehoon is no longer as good as it used to be. stop using the xo so liberally! it makes the soup overly bitter. the clementi central now wins hands down imho.ok off to blog-whore ..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619433/posts/default/7697234220736931910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619433/posts/default/7697234220736931910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapetitereine.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#7697234220736931910' title=''/><author><name>~ting~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365423247767375836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619433.post-4705041751643448219</id><published>2007-04-06T15:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T15:27:08.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>no more cat-on-the-road scares near plaza sing this time, but i DID see a real dead cat on the road this time .. near tiong bahru. too bad i couldn't stop to take a closer look and satisfy my morbid curiosity. saw an obviously drunk driver too who very nearly weaved right into my lane before zooming off unsteadily and proceeding to nonchalantly beat a red light. he didn't even pause to check if </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619433/posts/default/4705041751643448219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619433/posts/default/4705041751643448219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapetitereine.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#4705041751643448219' title=''/><author><name>~ting~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365423247767375836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619433.post-8629646983103077358</id><published>2007-04-05T16:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T16:16:49.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>we now suck at the arcade game we used to love so much.. despite spending $6 on it we couldn't even break level 19 when 2 years ago we could complete the entire game (meaning level 100!). blah blah blah. and it doesn't help that the arcade at tiong bahru plaza is like the ONLY one left in SG that still has the game. the game machine is screwed up somemore ... the controls on the left somehow </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619433/posts/default/8629646983103077358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619433/posts/default/8629646983103077358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapetitereine.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#8629646983103077358' title=''/><author><name>~ting~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365423247767375836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619433.post-2256774889036151380</id><published>2007-04-02T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T22:52:55.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>april the second.in exactly a month's time i will have sat for my last ever law school exam and one of the last exams in my life.this is it. the end is near.i feel like this is the beginning of the end of my lifeor rather this is the last month of my life where i can be truly happyi'd give anything to be able to go back to the past ... rg, rj, wherever. when i was happy and without a care in the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619433/posts/default/2256774889036151380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619433/posts/default/2256774889036151380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapetitereine.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#2256774889036151380' title=''/><author><name>~ting~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365423247767375836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619433.post-1028139006366016710</id><published>2007-03-30T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T23:27:24.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>help!i distinctly remember having, in 3 separate but recent i-cant-walk-into-a-bookshop-and-stay-for-long-without-buying-anything incidents, acquired murakami's 'after the quake' and 'underground' as well as jared diamond's 'guns, germs and steel'.but now i can't for the life of me find them anywhere!damn damn damn.ARGH.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619433/posts/default/1028139006366016710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619433/posts/default/1028139006366016710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapetitereine.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#1028139006366016710' title=''/><author><name>~ting~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365423247767375836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619433.post-8711902996988131349</id><published>2007-03-29T20:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T20:35:28.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hmm i was gonna post the law ball pics with my favourite law peeps here when i realised that most of my photos are vertical instead of horizontal, and idiotic blogger refuses to publish them the right way up and there is NO rotate function!ARGH. does anyone know how to do it properly????anyway i had the most horrifying scare of my driving career yesterday. on the way out from PS the wind blew a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619433/posts/default/8711902996988131349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619433/posts/default/8711902996988131349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapetitereine.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#8711902996988131349' title=''/><author><name>~ting~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365423247767375836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619433.post-7296140197809924050</id><published>2007-03-28T03:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T03:23:51.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>'The way we think might be completely different, but you and I are an ancient, archetypal couple, the original man and woman. We are the model for Adam and Eve. For all couples in love, there comes a moment when a man gazes at a woman with the very same kind of realization. It is an infinite helix, the dance of two souls resonating, like the twist of DNA, like the vast universe'       - banana </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619433/posts/default/7296140197809924050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619433/posts/default/7296140197809924050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapetitereine.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#7296140197809924050' title=''/><author><name>~ting~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365423247767375836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619433.post-6220904167096624532</id><published>2007-03-26T06:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T06:37:57.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it is over. but i'm not overjoyed. its been a long time since i was so heck-care about my work.. to the extent that i wanted to submit it without reading through it, without doing up my footnotes properly, without anything. to the extent that i hung out till almost 3 with the og at harry's after law ball on friday, caught bean on saturday and again hung out till almost 3 AND went shopping at ikea</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619433/posts/default/6220904167096624532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619433/posts/default/6220904167096624532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapetitereine.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#6220904167096624532' title=''/><author><name>~ting~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365423247767375836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619433.post-3450170915858936062</id><published>2007-03-26T05:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T06:07:05.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i know you love me =)actions really do speak louder than wordsand i don't know what i've done to deserve all this, really.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619433/posts/default/3450170915858936062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619433/posts/default/3450170915858936062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapetitereine.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#3450170915858936062' title=''/><author><name>~ting~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365423247767375836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619433.post-8530855511916211898</id><published>2007-03-23T15:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T16:11:04.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>you know, i think i'm getting used to the bleary-eyed, cotton-wool-in-my-head feeling that comes with a sleepless night. now i can even resist the urge to sleep it off during the day... thank you law school! i just might be able to survive practice next time without burning out. wonderful.anyway the BLE guy who gave the talk today was really hilarious. he told us about this guy who brought an </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619433/posts/default/8530855511916211898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619433/posts/default/8530855511916211898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapetitereine.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#8530855511916211898' title=''/><author><name>~ting~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365423247767375836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619433.post-4632027130460272536</id><published>2007-03-20T16:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T16:19:20.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>peektures ...bt timah hill long long ago=)mike and his makeshift baseball batwilliam ... aiming really hardog1 cny reunion dinner less james (the photographer), dave and william</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619433/posts/default/4632027130460272536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619433/posts/default/4632027130460272536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapetitereine.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#4632027130460272536' title=''/><author><name>~ting~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365423247767375836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_Bd4OpEMk5-A/Rf-Vzwsin0I/AAAAAAAAACQ/q3t31N_NxMw/s72-c/P1090333.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619433.post-4479710577457360733</id><published>2007-03-20T15:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T16:17:51.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>more peeektures ...morton's! =)james and i (before i turned red)pc, mike, dave</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619433/posts/default/4479710577457360733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619433/posts/default/4479710577457360733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapetitereine.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#4479710577457360733' title=''/><author><name>~ting~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365423247767375836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_Bd4OpEMk5-A/Rf-WXAsin5I/AAAAAAAAAC4/Iz_nr92L1gI/s72-c/mortons1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619433.post-4068636868709489321</id><published>2007-03-19T16:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T16:11:02.228+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>today in class william saw the length of the list of blogs i stalk (in my firefox bookmarks) and laughed out loud. i was too busy giggling behind my wide laptop screen to check if PCC heard. now he claims i have more blog-marks than the bookmarks he ever had in his entire life. hmmph whatever. am i really such a stalker?!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619433/posts/default/4068636868709489321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619433/posts/default/4068636868709489321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapetitereine.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#4068636868709489321' title=''/><author><name>~ting~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365423247767375836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619433.post-7926490306364717757</id><published>2007-03-16T18:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T18:48:07.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>there are times when it feels like the whole world is conspiring to annoy the hell out of me. crucial sms-es do not get delivered, as a consequence timing gets screwed up, the irritation of trying to talk and drive and make plans at the same time, screwed up nus traffic especially near pgp, coming back looking forward to a nice rest and finding out that people have unceremoniously barged into my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619433/posts/default/7926490306364717757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619433/posts/default/7926490306364717757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapetitereine.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#7926490306364717757' title=''/><author><name>~ting~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365423247767375836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619433.post-1229387975056845850</id><published>2007-03-16T01:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T01:42:06.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>yay even if i have to stay up till morning to complete the insurance assignment i would say that everything was totally worth it =) went to school intending to get some work done but saw mike and dave at the canteen. sat down and was promptly whisked away to 'take a walk' with them. well our walk led us through the botanical gardens to the cold storage along bk timah road for a tub of ben&amp;jerry's</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619433/posts/default/1229387975056845850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619433/posts/default/1229387975056845850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapetitereine.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#1229387975056845850' title=''/><author><name>~ting~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365423247767375836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619433.post-80954995397399352</id><published>2007-03-14T03:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T03:19:28.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>心蚀 - 许茹芸如果她可以离你远一点如果你可以只看我的脸如果我可以爱你少一些如果如果是悲惨的字眼你的电话又是没有人接我们越来越难见上一面你还是坚持说你没变我只好为我的猜疑抱歉你一点一点侵蚀我的心哦...我却故意不看胸口的阴影爱到连谎言都肯相信我害怕自己的痴迷和冷静10 years or so on, i still think this is the most hauntingly sad song i've ever heard. can't get over the despair and resignation in the music, the lyrics, the entire soul of the songthe full significance of the lyrics finally hits me nowthough not quite in the way </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619433/posts/default/80954995397399352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619433/posts/default/80954995397399352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapetitereine.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#80954995397399352' title=''/><author><name>~ting~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365423247767375836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619433.post-7206465460793555419</id><published>2007-03-12T13:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T13:44:19.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>this is what i found in my email today. "Dear Residents,A black snake or a cobra was seen in the Blk 3 ground floor male toilet and escaped. It was hanging behind a shower cubicle door.It may be poisonous so keep a look out for it as it could be anywhere in Raffles Hall now.Thank you.Leong Siew Teng"xxxOMFG. will really have to remember to look into toilet bowls now lest the discovery channel </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619433/posts/default/7206465460793555419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619433/posts/default/7206465460793555419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapetitereine.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#7206465460793555419' title=''/><author><name>~ting~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365423247767375836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619433.post-6168899205375890971</id><published>2007-03-11T04:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T04:42:26.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>its 430 am, i'm relatively awake, the car key is beside me and the groo is dead to the world (must be all that alcohol). its the perfect time to take the baby out for a spin but nooooooooo i cannot. BECAUSE I'M IN THE MIDDLE OF AN EXAM. wtf. and the only trip out that would be justifiable would be one made to clementi central. to get kopi-peng. which i think i will have to make pretty soon. we'll</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619433/posts/default/6168899205375890971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619433/posts/default/6168899205375890971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapetitereine.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#6168899205375890971' title=''/><author><name>~ting~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365423247767375836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619433.post-6103180143432382871</id><published>2007-03-10T13:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T13:23:13.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the morning after. and i feel no remorse or guilt whatsoever. in fact i still think that my words were too mild to reflect what i was feeling. grrRRRRrrr</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619433/posts/default/6103180143432382871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619433/posts/default/6103180143432382871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapetitereine.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#6103180143432382871' title=''/><author><name>~ting~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365423247767375836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619433.post-4358264822937827536</id><published>2007-03-10T03:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T03:29:26.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ok i have resolved never to let myself get bullied or shoved around or dictated to anymore. why is it that throughout the past 8 or so years i've had to constantly un-learn and re-learn again the lesson that the best way to handle my parents' unreasonableness is by sheer will, force and rebellion? okay the early years were characterized by getting what i wanted through lies and other sneaky means</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619433/posts/default/4358264822937827536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619433/posts/default/4358264822937827536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapetitereine.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#4358264822937827536' title=''/><author><name>~ting~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365423247767375836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619433.post-5494027131637523262</id><published>2007-03-08T14:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T15:18:34.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>finally got my ass down to clearing all the stuff that has been accumulating in my mailbox for the past 3 years and the first stack of stuff which i decided to bring back was my conflicts notes. flipping through them again brought back so many memories - how we all gave will so much shit for deciding in the first week to drop the module but later on marvelled at his foresight and wisdom (haha), </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619433/posts/default/5494027131637523262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619433/posts/default/5494027131637523262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapetitereine.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#5494027131637523262' title=''/><author><name>~ting~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365423247767375836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619433.post-8055817397798436638</id><published>2007-03-07T01:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T01:18:30.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>we have finally paid the long-overdue visit to the prata stall at the rail mall which one of the law peeps had previously blogged about, and my .. was it a worthwhile trip. the place is not crowded and noisy and rowdy like most prata places are; instead it has a nice air-conditioned food-court-like environment, HUGE crispy pratas (my favourite kind!) and this special iced milk tea thingy that's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619433/posts/default/8055817397798436638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619433/posts/default/8055817397798436638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapetitereine.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#8055817397798436638' title=''/><author><name>~ting~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365423247767375836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619433.post-881846694983721699</id><published>2007-03-06T02:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T02:28:44.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the weekend is inching closer and i'm still studying at a snail's pace. i'm so screwed this time round.24 hour take home. and i dont even know what its like to not sleep for 24 hours.die die die</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619433/posts/default/881846694983721699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619433/posts/default/881846694983721699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapetitereine.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#881846694983721699' title=''/><author><name>~ting~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365423247767375836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619433.post-121531950425847213</id><published>2007-03-02T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T21:48:25.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>is it just me or have there been considerably more accidents on the roads these days? in the past month or so i've seen:1) a particularly nasty accident in front of the mosque (along the mrt tracks) at clementi. was on the bus back to hall when i saw a whole cluster of police vans and curious onlookers huddled together outside the mosque. being the morbid and curious person i am, i just couldn't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619433/posts/default/121531950425847213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619433/posts/default/121531950425847213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapetitereine.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#121531950425847213' title=''/><author><name>~ting~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365423247767375836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619433.post-8900205387546414021</id><published>2007-03-01T15:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T15:29:27.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>yay!secret recipe always makes me inexplicably happy. chocolate banana is yum alphabet fries are yum and penne with turkey ham and cheese is the yummiest =)now for an afternoon nap to add to the bliss=)=)=)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619433/posts/default/8900205387546414021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619433/posts/default/8900205387546414021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapetitereine.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#8900205387546414021' title=''/><author><name>~ting~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365423247767375836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619433.post-6753297773207303156</id><published>2007-02-27T02:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T02:37:06.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>thanks to the stupid show which we watched on discovery at james' place the other day, i now diligently peer into every toilet bowl which i am about to sit on for suspicious brown blobs of stuff lying inside. i think i'm getting paranoid. just like how for a certain period of time last year i would lie on the mattress on the floor watching the fan spinning directly above me and obsess about what </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619433/posts/default/6753297773207303156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619433/posts/default/6753297773207303156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapetitereine.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#6753297773207303156' title=''/><author><name>~ting~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365423247767375836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619433.post-7659145323805228487</id><published>2007-02-26T09:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T09:29:15.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm sitting in the first class of the last half of my last semester in my last year of law school. this is seriously depressing. how i wish i could drop everything and run away forever. like going to live in a cave. or buying 2 camels and wandering the sahara.boo.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619433/posts/default/7659145323805228487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619433/posts/default/7659145323805228487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapetitereine.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#7659145323805228487' title=''/><author><name>~ting~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365423247767375836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619433.post-2539380746436885856</id><published>2007-02-25T01:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T02:01:36.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>As the autumn deepens, the fathomless lakes of their eyes assume an ever more sorrowful hue. The leaves turn color, the grasses wither; the beasts sense the advance of a long, hungry season. And bowing to their vision, I too know a sadnessThe passing of autumn leaves a temporary blank, an empty hole in the year that is not of a season at all. The beasts begin to lose the sheen from their coats, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619433/posts/default/2539380746436885856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619433/posts/default/2539380746436885856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapetitereine.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#2539380746436885856' title=''/><author><name>~ting~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365423247767375836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619433.post-9025945290840045363</id><published>2007-02-24T02:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T02:26:46.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>random pics from looong ago #1 - santa got stuck!#2 - my $5 kiss from carlos#3 - our lunch date with mrs tang =)#4 - the most caring teacher. ever.more to come!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619433/posts/default/9025945290840045363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619433/posts/default/9025945290840045363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapetitereine.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#9025945290840045363' title=''/><author><name>~ting~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365423247767375836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_Bd4OpEMk5-A/Rd8vtrybqHI/AAAAAAAAAA8/5QwsiLvw5c8/s72-c/DSC01047.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619433.post-5974249040351838354</id><published>2007-02-24T01:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T01:56:43.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i love mji love it at night when its just me and the baby. and when we're exploring dark deserted roads togetheri love speed. i'm addicted to speed. i dont get why my parents think i'm driving too fast when i'm only going at 70... thank god they haven't seen me on the expressway yet.i love the purr of the baby's engine when i accelerate. hard.i love beating the red light at the junction between </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619433/posts/default/5974249040351838354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619433/posts/default/5974249040351838354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapetitereine.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#5974249040351838354' title=''/><author><name>~ting~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365423247767375836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619433.post-3339554828152777083</id><published>2007-02-21T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T00:19:53.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>and so the cny holiday is over just like that and i have done like ... 5 pages worth of EU law readings and only gained like 1.5 maplestory levels.saturday: mapling, vegetatingsunday: mapling, visiting, rottingmonday: mapling (less), more visiting, more vegetatingtuesday: no mapling whatsoever, rottingARGH. i need to get my act together. i have a 24 hour 8-credit take home exam, an insurance </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619433/posts/default/3339554828152777083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619433/posts/default/3339554828152777083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapetitereine.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#3339554828152777083' title=''/><author><name>~ting~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365423247767375836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619433.post-7102429161417718374</id><published>2007-02-16T01:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T01:46:06.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i sit on the bed and look around the empty room and it suddenly occurs to me that this is probably only the 2nd time in 3 years that i'm spending a night in hall alone without the groo. then my gaze shifts to the roses from 2 days ago, slowly turning black at the edges and i really desperately want to cry.i guess i'm more emotionally needy than i thought.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619433/posts/default/7102429161417718374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619433/posts/default/7102429161417718374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapetitereine.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#7102429161417718374' title=''/><author><name>~ting~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365423247767375836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619433.post-6235227019647058367</id><published>2007-02-06T15:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T15:36:16.837+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i had a nightmare last night. i dreamt that char and i were at marmalade pantry and ALL their cupcakes were SOLD OUT except for some weird mandarin orange flavoured ones. boooo. hope this doesn't come true on thursday!have been toying with the idea of rebonding my hair but hmm this has met with almost universal disapproval so ....i love condo shopping. the groo's sis is currently on a condo </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619433/posts/default/6235227019647058367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619433/posts/default/6235227019647058367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapetitereine.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#6235227019647058367' title=''/><author><name>~ting~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365423247767375836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619433.post-6958787561554978494</id><published>2007-02-02T16:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T16:27:12.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i think i am beginning to like vivocity a lot. i like the spacious always almost empty carpark (so i can park in my favourite lot everytime i go) and i love the coffee bean there. there are ample powerpoints to go around and its wonderful to be able to sit there and look out of the huge glass doors at the sun the fountain and the world passing by outside.  the only thing is WHY IS THERE NO </summary><link 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aches ever be an excuse for not conducting training? no one's saying that you have to do speedwork at every session. if anything, bringing us for a long slow run at this time will probably do wonders for those aches. yeah sure those without aches can go out and get some </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619433/posts/default/5930135092514311961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619433/posts/default/5930135092514311961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapetitereine.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#5930135092514311961' title=''/><author><name>~ting~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365423247767375836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619433.post-116964448491079413</id><published>2007-01-24T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T21:14:51.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>when everyone was still in hall supper used to be a small cozy 4-5 ppl affair. strangely enough now that almost everyone has moved out, we've had 2 huge suppers already this year --&gt; 2 carloads of ppl going for teochew porridge some time ago and 3 carloads of ppl for bak kut teh last night. i lurve having bkt for supper. it just leaves me lazy and contented and full and ready for bed. i've even </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619433/posts/default/116964448491079413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619433/posts/default/116964448491079413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapetitereine.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#116964448491079413' title=''/><author><name>~ting~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365423247767375836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619433.post-116949473296561733</id><published>2007-01-23T02:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T03:38:53.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so anyway in keeping with the wake-up-my-idea resolution i forced myself down to the track last night for fartleks.  Did 1'34" 1'38" 1'37" for the 400s and '49, '46 for the 2oos. gave up on the 400s after 3 rounds because i was getting tired and my timings were inching dangerously close to the 1'40" mark which i was determined not to cross (because that's the standard for the rh handball team for</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619433/posts/default/116949473296561733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619433/posts/default/116949473296561733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapetitereine.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#116949473296561733' title=''/><author><name>~ting~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365423247767375836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619433.post-116926652829359059</id><published>2007-01-20T12:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T12:15:28.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>this was supposed to be written last tuesday after the time trial but i've simply been too lazy  / busyand which is thatthere is exactly one month left for me to wake up my idea and start doing something about my dismal timing after having slacked (i.e. done no hard running) the entire december. 10:28 may be decent but its simply nowhere near the standard of the top nus road race runners nor near</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619433/posts/default/116926652829359059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619433/posts/default/116926652829359059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapetitereine.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#116926652829359059' title=''/><author><name>~ting~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365423247767375836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619433.post-116503903221064875</id><published>2006-12-02T13:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T13:57:12.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Some supreme idiot asked this of the packet of pasta that came with the SCM race pack: "what's pasta got to do with running?"call yourself a runner and you don't know. you should just go dig a hole in the sand and bury your head in it and stop disgracing yourself with embarrassing questions like that.bah.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619433/posts/default/116503903221064875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619433/posts/default/116503903221064875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapetitereine.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116503903221064875' title=''/><author><name>~ting~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365423247767375836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619433.post-116469279236669976</id><published>2006-11-28T13:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T13:46:32.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm beginning to worry somewhat because i'll be going in on sunday with only about 60km to my new shoes and because i think they've made me alter my stride and style significantly and are the cause of my recent ankle pains and aches in muscles that i'd never even knew existed.add that to all the bonking / cramping horror stories i've been reading about lately and i start thinkingwhat if i dont </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619433/posts/default/116469279236669976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619433/posts/default/116469279236669976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapetitereine.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116469279236669976' title=''/><author><name>~ting~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365423247767375836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619433.post-116364709639712405</id><published>2006-11-16T11:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T11:18:16.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>this is hilarious. Malaysian judgment on enforcement of a foreign judgment for gambling debts, per Ian Chin J:"Another civilisation that frowns upon gambling are the Hindus and I need only refer to the following couplets of the Tirukural, a 2,200-year-old South Indian Dravidian classic on ethical living and the revered scripture in South India, where they say:  931       Do not take to gambling, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619433/posts/default/116364709639712405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619433/posts/default/116364709639712405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapetitereine.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116364709639712405' title=''/><author><name>~ting~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365423247767375836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619433.post-116341214589067957</id><published>2006-11-13T17:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T18:02:25.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i found a saying i like on the runners world forum!"Every morning in Africa, a lion wakes up and knows that he must outrun the slowest gazelle or he will die. Every morning in Africa, a gazelle wakes up and knows that he must outrun the fastest lion or he will die.So it doesn't matter if you're the lion or the gazelle.  When the morning breaks, you'd better be running!"haha ok i'm entertained by </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619433/posts/default/116341214589067957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619433/posts/default/116341214589067957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapetitereine.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116341214589067957' title=''/><author><name>~ting~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365423247767375836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619433.post-116333972389553713</id><published>2006-11-12T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T21:55:23.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i ran for 3 hours plus today and of course the pain of hitting the wall is terrible but something more interesting happened.i had run for so long that i found mini salt crystals on some parts of my arms and calves! and they looked really cute sitting there all white and glistening and i tried eating a few of the crystals and they were really salty! wow this is amazing. my body really produces </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619433/posts/default/116333972389553713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619433/posts/default/116333972389553713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapetitereine.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116333972389553713' title=''/><author><name>~ting~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365423247767375836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619433.post-116234885258351415</id><published>2006-11-01T10:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T10:40:52.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>this post will be all about running .. so read on only if you want to!basically i got 'picked up' again at the track by yet another nus road race member.  i told her that i was already in year 4, and she took it to mean that i wasn't interested. which wasn't entirely true. under any other circumstances i would have been keen but i really don't see how their trainings (which consists mainly of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619433/posts/default/116234885258351415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619433/posts/default/116234885258351415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapetitereine.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116234885258351415' title=''/><author><name>~ting~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365423247767375836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619433.post-116170171435031263</id><published>2006-10-24T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T22:55:14.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>since i might never ever qualify for boston, chicago is the one thing i HAVE to do before i die. stockholm and honolulu, because i've heard so much about the beautiful views along the courses. nairobi too, just because. can you imagine how cool it would be to say 'oh i ran a marathon in kenya last year'? kenya. mmmm. its where the greatest marathoners come from and most importantly, -Cheruiyot- </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619433/posts/default/116170171435031263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619433/posts/default/116170171435031263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapetitereine.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116170171435031263' title=''/><author><name>~ting~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365423247767375836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619433.post-116148956945697124</id><published>2006-10-22T11:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T11:59:29.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>movie marathon yesterday to celebrate the joy of achieving the feat of cutting 1400 words from my already-very-condensed maritime law paper. but now i'm in a mild state of panic because admiralty is less than 1/4 done, lets not even talk about conflicts, and i only have what .. 2 weeks! which explains why i forced myself out of bed at 930 am on a sunday morning to DO WORK despite having got home </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619433/posts/default/116148956945697124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619433/posts/default/116148956945697124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapetitereine.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116148956945697124' title=''/><author><name>~ting~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365423247767375836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619433.post-116108059085553633</id><published>2006-10-17T18:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T18:23:10.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm ashamed that twice last week i used the haze as an excuse to cut short / miss my run. where has all my determination gone?and i'm wondering too .. do i need to taper for the 10k on the 29th? just look at myself .. another excuse to slack.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619433/posts/default/116108059085553633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619433/posts/default/116108059085553633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapetitereine.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116108059085553633' title=''/><author><name>~ting~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365423247767375836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619433.post-116096639269235934</id><published>2006-10-16T10:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T10:39:52.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>every single step hurts. i'm not kidding. and i'm not even gonna think about what it'd be like trying to walk down a flight of stairs.  ARGH.and i just realised that the GE 10k is 2 weekends away .. i'm so not prepared. at least its 10k only. . so i can just dont think so much and chiong all the way.and i really desperately need to finish up my maritime paper. i've been spending way too much time</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619433/posts/default/116096639269235934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619433/posts/default/116096639269235934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapetitereine.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116096639269235934' title=''/><author><name>~ting~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365423247767375836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619433.post-116093058012749307</id><published>2006-10-16T00:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T00:43:00.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i am writing to announce that i have completed my first ever 25k run. and through the course of it i have 1) ingested copious amounts of noxious gases from huge trucks and such, either carrying 20 metre long steel pipes or 20 foot tall Maersk containers, all whizzing past me along the West Coast Highway with less than 1m to spare, 2) almost gotten chased by a stray dog near the factories, 3) </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619433/posts/default/116093058012749307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619433/posts/default/116093058012749307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapetitereine.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116093058012749307' title=''/><author><name>~ting~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365423247767375836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619433.post-115984817443953535</id><published>2006-10-03T11:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T12:02:54.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm going to yunnan in december!despite initial reservations about1) it being c-h-i-n-a2)the state of the (almost non-existent) toilets there [thanks to china toilet horror stories courtesy of my ex-mentor's secretary]3) possibly being a lightbulb [it's only my parents and ME coz my brother is going off to hk with his friends]4) the fact that i'll be spending christmas there [it's from the 21st </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619433/posts/default/115984817443953535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619433/posts/default/115984817443953535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapetitereine.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#115984817443953535' title=''/><author><name>~ting~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365423247767375836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619433.post-115882689629525396</id><published>2006-09-21T16:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T16:21:36.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i can accept that people would want to talk to their friends in the study room, afterall, it is sort of a slack chill-out study-a-bit place. but seriously this bunch of year 3s are talking and laughing so loudly that i'm itching to give them a a good slap. they don't even have the decency to even attempt to whisper or speak softly when half a roomful of people are trying to study. and trust me.. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619433/posts/default/115882689629525396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619433/posts/default/115882689629525396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapetitereine.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115882689629525396' title=''/><author><name>~ting~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365423247767375836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
