<?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-10061317</id><updated>2011-04-22T04:56:51.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Meak Muses</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meakmeak.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10061317/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meakmeak.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10061317/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Meak Meak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14458656383218097563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>179</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10061317.post-117151901712419980</id><published>2007-02-15T13:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T13:56:57.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unbreak me...</title><summary type='text'>When can I stop thinking abt him every day? There's no peaceful moment for me, cos my thoughts are still of him, when I have nothing to occupy me.. Often, when I drift to thinking abt him, I tell myself to snap out of it. But during the unguarded moments like when I just wake up in the morning, it doesn't work.Torn between really wanting to be able to catch a glimpse of him, and yet dreading the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meakmeak.blogspot.com/feeds/117151901712419980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10061317&amp;postID=117151901712419980' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10061317/posts/default/117151901712419980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10061317/posts/default/117151901712419980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meakmeak.blogspot.com/2007/02/unbreak-me.html' title='Unbreak me...'/><author><name>Meak Meak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14458656383218097563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10061317.post-117024067534204550</id><published>2007-01-31T18:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T18:51:15.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Surreal</title><summary type='text'>Dreamt last nite.. surreal... that ex-M sent me an email and said something like can i blog something else beside those about P? cos reading them is boring...Duh... dreams imitating close to reality?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meakmeak.blogspot.com/feeds/117024067534204550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10061317&amp;postID=117024067534204550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10061317/posts/default/117024067534204550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10061317/posts/default/117024067534204550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meakmeak.blogspot.com/2007/01/surreal.html' title='Surreal'/><author><name>Meak Meak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14458656383218097563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10061317.post-116997298739809066</id><published>2007-01-28T15:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T16:38:40.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi, my darling..</title><summary type='text'>More than a month has passed, but still, never a day has gone by without me thinking of me. I wish I could stop but I can't. So many of little things remind me of us, and the days we spent happily together. Starbucks, where we had our after-work dates, Andersen's downstairs, Gelare, Bakerzin where we lunched a few times, San Fran Coffee, Millenia Fc, Esplanade, Mt. Faber, the song "Promiscuous </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meakmeak.blogspot.com/feeds/116997298739809066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10061317&amp;postID=116997298739809066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10061317/posts/default/116997298739809066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10061317/posts/default/116997298739809066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meakmeak.blogspot.com/2007/01/hi-my-darling.html' title='Hi, my darling..'/><author><name>Meak Meak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14458656383218097563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10061317.post-116947459443723427</id><published>2007-01-22T19:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T22:03:14.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1more day to a month..</title><summary type='text'>since we broke up.. never thought it is possible to still hurt over such a short r/ship, despite my caution against falling for someone so dubious and different from me.. I know that he has since moved on very fast to the woman that works around the same area.. Probably, they've been in contact all the while..I had wondered if I would be excited or frustrated that he would be on the same flight </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meakmeak.blogspot.com/feeds/116947459443723427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10061317&amp;postID=116947459443723427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10061317/posts/default/116947459443723427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10061317/posts/default/116947459443723427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meakmeak.blogspot.com/2007/01/1more-day-to-month.html' title='1more day to a month..'/><author><name>Meak Meak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14458656383218097563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10061317.post-116901286874191667</id><published>2007-01-17T13:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T13:47:48.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>20 Dec 2006</title><summary type='text'>He wanted to meet me for coffee before I went home. Little did I know later it'll be our last friendly meeting. He was tired, &amp; looking run down.. Somehow gotten to talking about closing his shop. He was frustrated he just don’t hv enough time to run it properly. Thought he may close it down if he gets busier this year, which he would be since he'll be transferring to another team. Also mentioned</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meakmeak.blogspot.com/feeds/116901286874191667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10061317&amp;postID=116901286874191667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10061317/posts/default/116901286874191667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10061317/posts/default/116901286874191667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meakmeak.blogspot.com/2007/01/20-dec-2006.html' title='20 Dec 2006'/><author><name>Meak Meak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14458656383218097563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10061317.post-116901281513247209</id><published>2007-01-17T13:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T13:46:55.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>13 Dec 2006</title><summary type='text'>Ladies Nite… Supposed to sign up for Gal Power at Jiiterbugs with V &amp; her friend.. But once again, the class was full.. Got my backpack with my gym stuff in it, &amp; was carrying it around the whole day.. Also a Mango shopping bag as I bought 2 jackets at the sale.. Since couldn’t go direct to class, called him &amp; asked whether he wanted to meet..He and the guys are at Bala, having drinks at the bar </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meakmeak.blogspot.com/feeds/116901281513247209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10061317&amp;postID=116901281513247209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10061317/posts/default/116901281513247209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10061317/posts/default/116901281513247209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meakmeak.blogspot.com/2007/01/13-dec-2006.html' title='13 Dec 2006'/><author><name>Meak Meak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14458656383218097563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10061317.post-116901278065656522</id><published>2007-01-17T13:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T13:46:20.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>29 Nov 2006</title><summary type='text'>Had drinks to celebrate my birthday at The Breeze at Scarlett Hotel, one of his fave hangouts with the guys. He said it's bad luck to wish advance happy birthday for his customs. But I told him, in some parts of the world, is already 30 Nov. He then asked we are in S'pore.. :X Gave me a pair of earrings, each side a row of 4 small diamonds bought on his biz trip in Zurich. Jokingly, I asked </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meakmeak.blogspot.com/feeds/116901278065656522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10061317&amp;postID=116901278065656522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10061317/posts/default/116901278065656522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10061317/posts/default/116901278065656522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meakmeak.blogspot.com/2007/01/29-nov-2006.html' title='29 Nov 2006'/><author><name>Meak Meak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14458656383218097563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10061317.post-116901275209176236</id><published>2007-01-17T13:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T13:45:52.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>14 Nov 2006</title><summary type='text'>Got back at Changi from Brisbane trip. Met him at the airport as he was flying out the same night for his biz trip. Too short a time, we only hugged &amp; kissed before he had to check in.. Good that couple of days earlier, he had called me whilst I was still there.. We chatted awhile as I told him about my colls' nice beachfront apt.He tended to call me when I'm overseas. Cos he also called a few </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meakmeak.blogspot.com/feeds/116901275209176236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10061317&amp;postID=116901275209176236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10061317/posts/default/116901275209176236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10061317/posts/default/116901275209176236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meakmeak.blogspot.com/2007/01/14-nov-2006.html' title='14 Nov 2006'/><author><name>Meak Meak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14458656383218097563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10061317.post-116901270931950268</id><published>2007-01-17T13:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T13:45:09.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Late Oct/Early Nov:</title><summary type='text'>Was angry at him this sat. Was supposed to go out together, but he didn’t respond to my msg the whole morning. Finally, after I pushed him, he replied where and when to meet. Wore this white tube with orangy-yellow hawaiian flowers with a princess sass behind… he was wearing this thin white shirt, v transparent…Was still fuming when we met up at Vivocity.. Argued back when he tried explaining, he</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meakmeak.blogspot.com/feeds/116901270931950268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10061317&amp;postID=116901270931950268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10061317/posts/default/116901270931950268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10061317/posts/default/116901270931950268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meakmeak.blogspot.com/2007/01/late-octearly-nov.html' title='Late Oct/Early Nov:'/><author><name>Meak Meak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14458656383218097563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10061317.post-116901250001597541</id><published>2007-01-17T13:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T13:41:40.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oct 2006</title><summary type='text'>Sadly can't rem the exact date now. This time, he was back from a 2 &amp; a half weeks biz trip. Again, we met late after 8pm the same day he was back in SG in the morning. I was on leave, &amp; we decided to meet at Esplanade outdoors near the performance stage.. It was dark, as usual, he didn’t wear his glasses. Remembered the red top with the v-neck (which I thought was quite low) I was wearing..His </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meakmeak.blogspot.com/feeds/116901250001597541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10061317&amp;postID=116901250001597541' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10061317/posts/default/116901250001597541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10061317/posts/default/116901250001597541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meakmeak.blogspot.com/2007/01/oct-2006.html' title='Oct 2006'/><author><name>Meak Meak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14458656383218097563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10061317.post-116901243161342621</id><published>2007-01-17T13:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T13:43:06.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Sunday late Sep 2006</title><summary type='text'>My brother was out, so I took his car &amp; we drove in to Palawan beach together. Picked him up at Great World as he needed to visit his shop awhile. Weather wasn’t so sunny, bit drizzly. Spent the early afternoon there lazing together on the beach.. Nice.. I was shy having to strip down to the bikini bottoms, &amp; pointed to him my cellulites. To make me feel comfy, he also showed me his, around the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meakmeak.blogspot.com/feeds/116901243161342621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10061317&amp;postID=116901243161342621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10061317/posts/default/116901243161342621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10061317/posts/default/116901243161342621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meakmeak.blogspot.com/2007/01/one-sunday-late-sep-2006.html' title='One Sunday late Sep 2006'/><author><name>Meak Meak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14458656383218097563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10061317.post-116901226927113459</id><published>2007-01-17T13:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T13:37:49.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Late Sep 2006...</title><summary type='text'>We met after work at Esplanard. Rather, I knocked off earlier, while he worked till around 7.30pm so I waited for him awhile. We both opted to skip dinner, and walked toward Marina South. Walked a while &amp; found a pavilion to sit down to talk.. Those days, he certainly didn’t mind talking.. Made me sat on his lap, an uncomfortable position but I didn’t mind cos we could get closer. Liked to touch </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meakmeak.blogspot.com/feeds/116901226927113459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10061317&amp;postID=116901226927113459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10061317/posts/default/116901226927113459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10061317/posts/default/116901226927113459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meakmeak.blogspot.com/2007/01/late-sep-2006.html' title='Late Sep 2006...'/><author><name>Meak Meak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14458656383218097563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10061317.post-116901221823705198</id><published>2007-01-17T13:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T13:36:58.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories... 12 Sep 2006</title><summary type='text'>Met him at bugis after 8pm after work. He came back from block leave &amp; touched down in SG around 7.30am, would go home to freshen before going to work without sleeping off the jet lag. It always take him about 3-4 days to recover, hence when I met him at night, he would hv gone 24hrs without sleep. And always he looked so tired &amp; haggard. Decided to go to Hong Kong café along Liang Seah Street </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meakmeak.blogspot.com/feeds/116901221823705198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10061317&amp;postID=116901221823705198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10061317/posts/default/116901221823705198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10061317/posts/default/116901221823705198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meakmeak.blogspot.com/2007/01/memories-12-sep-2006.html' title='Memories... 12 Sep 2006'/><author><name>Meak Meak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14458656383218097563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10061317.post-116833845216540783</id><published>2007-01-09T18:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T18:27:32.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When l love someone..</title><summary type='text'>There is a lot of things that I can forgive… these few sightings my frens told me only after they knew I broke up with him..1) One saw him kissing closely another gal in front of Watsons downstairs.. How close? Since his back was to her, she couldn’t see very well.2) Another 2 colls saw him walking or talking to a gal, his hand behind her back.. You may think is nothing, but earlier on in our r/</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meakmeak.blogspot.com/feeds/116833845216540783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10061317&amp;postID=116833845216540783' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10061317/posts/default/116833845216540783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10061317/posts/default/116833845216540783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meakmeak.blogspot.com/2007/01/when-l-love-someone.html' title='When l love someone..'/><author><name>Meak Meak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14458656383218097563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10061317.post-116797582947716993</id><published>2007-01-05T13:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T13:43:49.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lot 62</title><summary type='text'>Stepped out to the temple earlier to pray for peace of mind. Then i kneel to draw the lots, asking whether he is the one for me. Lot 62 dropped out.It is a good lot, which goes something like " patience to wait, benefactor will come along, all will calm."So now i wait..</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meakmeak.blogspot.com/feeds/116797582947716993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10061317&amp;postID=116797582947716993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10061317/posts/default/116797582947716993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10061317/posts/default/116797582947716993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meakmeak.blogspot.com/2007/01/lot-62.html' title='Lot 62'/><author><name>Meak Meak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14458656383218097563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10061317.post-116789047805181019</id><published>2007-01-04T14:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T14:01:18.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>????</title><summary type='text'>Said he was sorry for ruining my year-end festivities and never meant to do that. Doesn’t want to talk, cos he feels is a dead-end. So he said stick to my initial short hammering message which is "Let's break up." Then I asked why doesn’t he focus on the subsequent 2 long msgs later about my feelings for him. Pls, let us talk. He replied "prefer not to."What about my preference?Told him I love </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meakmeak.blogspot.com/feeds/116789047805181019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10061317&amp;postID=116789047805181019' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10061317/posts/default/116789047805181019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10061317/posts/default/116789047805181019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meakmeak.blogspot.com/2007/01/blog-post.html' title='????'/><author><name>Meak Meak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14458656383218097563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10061317.post-116737048222597571</id><published>2006-12-29T13:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T13:34:42.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>....... &amp; I turned away</title><summary type='text'>Missing him… so I thought I go to the same fc when he always go to for lunch..At the entrance to the fc, I saw him immediately, as he sat facing me.. Suddenly I felt a pang of panic and dread.. What if he sees me? Will he smile, say hello? Smile reluctantly then turned away? Pretend not to see me? No longer will he tease me, or smile at me in that special way in a silent communication of 'hello, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meakmeak.blogspot.com/feeds/116737048222597571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10061317&amp;postID=116737048222597571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10061317/posts/default/116737048222597571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10061317/posts/default/116737048222597571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meakmeak.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-turned-away.html' title='....... &amp; I turned away'/><author><name>Meak Meak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14458656383218097563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10061317.post-116736757819371919</id><published>2006-12-29T12:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T12:46:18.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heartbreak</title><summary type='text'>Having a achy heart…waiting… on hold… went down with a small package of chocolates as an apology of sorts to him… chocolate auntie was so sure I'll melt his heart when I give it to him.. Stuck a little red rose on the wrap… wrote pages of little post it notes:A Peace OfferingPls read now.. (In case he was on the line… while I hv to stand beside him)It's Boxing Day!But I'm not here to 'Box' </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meakmeak.blogspot.com/feeds/116736757819371919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10061317&amp;postID=116736757819371919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10061317/posts/default/116736757819371919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10061317/posts/default/116736757819371919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meakmeak.blogspot.com/2006/12/heartbreak.html' title='Heartbreak'/><author><name>Meak Meak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14458656383218097563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10061317.post-115828682882161307</id><published>2006-09-15T10:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T10:20:28.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Retribution / Irony</title><summary type='text'>A few colls saw us waiting to the train station together. They were shocked! I was also shocked, aha! Cos later I received a msg that went "P is dating peggy ow!! can u believe it?? Faint"Wah Lau!!! CMI lor. I asked why she is fainting and who she was msg to, as it turned out, she wanted to msg another coll called peNNY. CMI!! She must hv been so excited to spread this gossip that she didnt check</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meakmeak.blogspot.com/feeds/115828682882161307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10061317&amp;postID=115828682882161307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10061317/posts/default/115828682882161307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10061317/posts/default/115828682882161307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meakmeak.blogspot.com/2006/09/retribution-irony.html' title='Retribution / Irony'/><author><name>Meak Meak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14458656383218097563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10061317.post-115467267415421672</id><published>2006-08-04T14:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T14:24:34.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sandra &amp; Keanu 12 yrs later</title><summary type='text'>Watched The Lakehouse with Mango last nite.. absolutely love it! such a bittersweet tinge that left me thinking the whole ride home.. was at first confused by the timelines, but both actors portrayed so much earnestness that they made my heart melt and hoping that such a story would happen to me too!And of course, we both felt that keanu can finally act! compare the part when he was crying for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meakmeak.blogspot.com/feeds/115467267415421672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10061317&amp;postID=115467267415421672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10061317/posts/default/115467267415421672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10061317/posts/default/115467267415421672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meakmeak.blogspot.com/2006/08/sandra-keanu-12-yrs-later.html' title='Sandra &amp; Keanu 12 yrs later'/><author><name>Meak Meak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14458656383218097563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10061317.post-115198984490223156</id><published>2006-07-04T13:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T13:10:44.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Left wide open</title><summary type='text'>I wish that I can just cry when I feel like crying,without having to pretend to be strong.My tears were shed alone, the 4 walls as cold comfort.Even as I was working, I was overwhelmed by a sense of hopelessness and sadness..That somehow, I have managed to screw up my life.How I unwittingly left my heart open,too weak to say no, and resist.Don't know how to say no, and be not nice.I wish I can </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meakmeak.blogspot.com/feeds/115198984490223156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10061317&amp;postID=115198984490223156' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10061317/posts/default/115198984490223156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10061317/posts/default/115198984490223156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meakmeak.blogspot.com/2006/07/left-wide-open.html' title='Left wide open'/><author><name>Meak Meak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14458656383218097563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10061317.post-115157638188696931</id><published>2006-06-24T18:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T18:21:22.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breaky at MacDs</title><summary type='text'>Thanks to colleague, we had free breakfast before heading to office. Power 98 promo, she sms scores of a World Cup game, &amp; won free breaky for 5 pax.. We jokingly said no one listens to the station but her, cos she always win stuff from them... Haha! Pregant lady in the middle is Juliet, she hosts the show from 2 to 5pm. Guy taking the pic is her colleague, no, not DJ, but is quite cute lah.. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meakmeak.blogspot.com/feeds/115157638188696931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10061317&amp;postID=115157638188696931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10061317/posts/default/115157638188696931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10061317/posts/default/115157638188696931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meakmeak.blogspot.com/2006/06/breaky-at-macds.html' title='Breaky at MacDs'/><author><name>Meak Meak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14458656383218097563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10061317.post-114948689095035674</id><published>2006-06-05T13:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T13:54:50.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Self-Consternation</title><summary type='text'>Went running yday afternoon, thinking that it will release happy endorphines as read in newspaper.. havent been running awhile, think a while to warm up.. knee started hurting less than 200m. but anyway, nothing to occuply my brain while running (which is why i hate running), thought of us.. Havent been talking/contacting each other for 2 weeks now.. what's wrong with us? Is his feelings for me </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meakmeak.blogspot.com/feeds/114948689095035674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10061317&amp;postID=114948689095035674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10061317/posts/default/114948689095035674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10061317/posts/default/114948689095035674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meakmeak.blogspot.com/2006/06/self-consternation.html' title='Self-Consternation'/><author><name>Meak Meak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14458656383218097563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10061317.post-114864395958210322</id><published>2006-05-26T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T19:45:59.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Think the time is over</title><summary type='text'>3 yrs we are together, i wouldnt trade it for anything else.. But it's 3 yrs too long without going anywhere.. No future plan, no planning of the future. He cannot say when we'll marry, cannot see where we are heading.. our love has diluted, and i dont know what are we now... he said we have become just very good frens, no passion, nothing. I agree somewhat with him, but only cos we have not </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meakmeak.blogspot.com/feeds/114864395958210322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10061317&amp;postID=114864395958210322' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10061317/posts/default/114864395958210322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10061317/posts/default/114864395958210322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meakmeak.blogspot.com/2006/05/think-time-is-over.html' title='Think the time is over'/><author><name>Meak Meak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14458656383218097563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10061317.post-114777178005844519</id><published>2006-05-16T17:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T17:29:40.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hur hur hur</title><summary type='text'>Meakmeak is poisonous! Induce vomitting if ingested.NPOISON</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meakmeak.blogspot.com/feeds/114777178005844519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10061317&amp;postID=114777178005844519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10061317/posts/default/114777178005844519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10061317/posts/default/114777178005844519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meakmeak.blogspot.com/2006/05/hur-hur-hur_16.html' title='Hur hur hur'/><author><name>Meak Meak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14458656383218097563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10061317.post-114621289225360562</id><published>2006-04-28T16:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T16:28:12.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BBbbbrrrrr....</title><summary type='text'>4 days Cold War with him, so angry... asked him to block out a weekend in June but he cannot do it... wanted to learn diving and is a leave Fri-nite, come back Sun-Afternoon kind of trip.. Don't understand why is it so difficult for him to do so? Not even asking that he block weekdays cos I know that is impossible for him..Wanted to suan him say 'then like that how to get married?' but didnt want</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meakmeak.blogspot.com/feeds/114621289225360562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10061317&amp;postID=114621289225360562' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10061317/posts/default/114621289225360562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10061317/posts/default/114621289225360562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meakmeak.blogspot.com/2006/04/bbbbbrrrrr.html' title='BBbbbrrrrr....'/><author><name>Meak Meak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14458656383218097563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10061317.post-114602526185539495</id><published>2006-04-26T12:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T12:21:01.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How Many....?????</title><summary type='text'>Let me count the ways...1....2....3....4......All enjoyable, couple a bit painful though..Alas, only 1 way is failproof for me...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meakmeak.blogspot.com/feeds/114602526185539495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10061317&amp;postID=114602526185539495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10061317/posts/default/114602526185539495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10061317/posts/default/114602526185539495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meakmeak.blogspot.com/2006/04/how-many.html' title='How Many....?????'/><author><name>Meak Meak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14458656383218097563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10061317.post-114549853977905832</id><published>2006-04-20T10:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T10:02:19.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Phew...</title><summary type='text'>Felt a sense of relief when the pain came. Although the weekend is coming, and I should not like it to happen yet till it's over... But still, I dont have to wonder anymore and worry...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meakmeak.blogspot.com/feeds/114549853977905832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10061317&amp;postID=114549853977905832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10061317/posts/default/114549853977905832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10061317/posts/default/114549853977905832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meakmeak.blogspot.com/2006/04/phew.html' title='Phew...'/><author><name>Meak Meak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14458656383218097563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10061317.post-114541559703466832</id><published>2006-04-19T10:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T10:59:57.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So there....</title><summary type='text'>He came back and emailed me. Told him I was lonely, missed him, and went out with a colleague, a male colleague.  His reaction? "Is ok, have fun."Sigh... What if I have more than 'just fun'? Why is he not asking more? Except, "is he handsome?" Joke, right....</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meakmeak.blogspot.com/feeds/114541559703466832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10061317&amp;postID=114541559703466832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10061317/posts/default/114541559703466832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10061317/posts/default/114541559703466832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meakmeak.blogspot.com/2006/04/so-there.html' title='So there....'/><author><name>Meak Meak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14458656383218097563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10061317.post-114524603977352534</id><published>2006-04-17T11:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T11:53:59.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>End of the Line</title><summary type='text'>Moo is on business trip during this long weekend. His business trips always during weekend.I'm going insane. Left to my own devices. Being self-destructive.Doing things I shouldn't do and will regret later.Urgh! Why the h*** I'm so impulsive?Is definitely not gd for myself... Can't understand myself anymore.What do I want? Why do I not want? Why am I hurting myself, and him (maybe? eventually? </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meakmeak.blogspot.com/feeds/114524603977352534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10061317&amp;postID=114524603977352534' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10061317/posts/default/114524603977352534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10061317/posts/default/114524603977352534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meakmeak.blogspot.com/2006/04/end-of-line.html' title='End of the Line'/><author><name>Meak Meak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14458656383218097563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10061317.post-114369915082704333</id><published>2006-03-30T14:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T14:12:35.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Sentiments, Exactly!</title><summary type='text'>You Are Right Brained In LoveBit of a drama queenPeacemaker, first to end a fightGood at thinking up creative datesTend to fall in love and get hurt easilyGoing with your gut instead of your headEmphathetic and caring, sometimes to a faultGood at recognizing patterns in relationshipsBeen in love many times, perhaps too many to countWildly passionate and intense when falling in loveSpontaneous </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meakmeak.blogspot.com/feeds/114369915082704333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10061317&amp;postID=114369915082704333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10061317/posts/default/114369915082704333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10061317/posts/default/114369915082704333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meakmeak.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-sentiments-exactly.html' title='My Sentiments, Exactly!'/><author><name>Meak Meak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14458656383218097563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10061317.post-114361543349461825</id><published>2006-03-29T14:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T14:57:13.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Romance</title><summary type='text'>Simple romance is dead. remember those romance novels where we always read how the leading man will buy flowers or chocolates for the lady after their 1st date. The message on the note will say something like "Thanks for a lovely evening, sign [Guy's initial]".It would be so wonderful if someone is to do this for me, is so charming and gentlemanly. The point being it's such a frivolous thing to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meakmeak.blogspot.com/feeds/114361543349461825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10061317&amp;postID=114361543349461825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10061317/posts/default/114361543349461825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10061317/posts/default/114361543349461825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meakmeak.blogspot.com/2006/03/romance.html' title='Romance'/><author><name>Meak Meak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14458656383218097563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10061317.post-114343922565400539</id><published>2006-03-27T14:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T14:00:31.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. Right / Mr. Right Now</title><summary type='text'>Your Relationship Will Last... A Long Time!This may be hard for you to swallow, but you and your guy might not lastAt least not forever. He's somewhere between Mr. Right... and Mr. Right NowNo doubt your guy is a great catch - and generally good to youThe odds are, however, that someone better is out there!How Long Will Your Relationship Last?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meakmeak.blogspot.com/feeds/114343922565400539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10061317&amp;postID=114343922565400539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10061317/posts/default/114343922565400539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10061317/posts/default/114343922565400539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meakmeak.blogspot.com/2006/03/mr-right-mr-right-now.html' title='Mr. Right / Mr. Right Now'/><author><name>Meak Meak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14458656383218097563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10061317.post-114343904536804153</id><published>2006-03-27T13:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T13:57:30.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thrice last week...</title><summary type='text'>You Attract A Good Amount of GuysWhile you may not get the most offers in the room,You've got a good thing going - dating wiseYou could flirt more and dress up a bit to attract more guysBut in general, you are doing just fine!Are You Attractive?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meakmeak.blogspot.com/feeds/114343904536804153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10061317&amp;postID=114343904536804153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10061317/posts/default/114343904536804153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10061317/posts/default/114343904536804153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meakmeak.blogspot.com/2006/03/thrice-last-week.html' title='Thrice last week...'/><author><name>Meak Meak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14458656383218097563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10061317.post-114343893489303606</id><published>2006-03-27T13:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T13:55:40.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone Last Friday</title><summary type='text'>If He Asks You Out Again, Say NoThis guy's a total dud - with bad manners to boot! And unless you were totally distracted by his pretty eyes or fat wallet, you know you've got to forget him fastBefore you move on: Figure out what happened. Sure, you aren't responsible for your date's poor behavior - but you need to figure out how to avoid guys like this in the future. Ask yourself what warning </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meakmeak.blogspot.com/feeds/114343893489303606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10061317&amp;postID=114343893489303606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10061317/posts/default/114343893489303606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10061317/posts/default/114343893489303606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meakmeak.blogspot.com/2006/03/someone-last-friday.html' title='Someone Last Friday'/><author><name>Meak Meak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14458656383218097563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10061317.post-114343858654538298</id><published>2006-03-27T13:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T13:49:53.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mama Mia!</title><summary type='text'>You Should Date An Italian!You love for old fashioned romance, with an old fashioned guyAn Italian guy is the perfect candidate to be your prince charmingIf your head doesn't spin enough, just down another espresso with himInvest in a motorcycle helmet - and some carb blocker for all that pasta!Which Foreign Guy Should You Date?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meakmeak.blogspot.com/feeds/114343858654538298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10061317&amp;postID=114343858654538298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10061317/posts/default/114343858654538298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10061317/posts/default/114343858654538298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meakmeak.blogspot.com/2006/03/mama-mia.html' title='Mama Mia!'/><author><name>Meak Meak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14458656383218097563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10061317.post-114293015416357883</id><published>2006-03-21T16:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T16:35:54.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hairy Ambition</title><summary type='text'>So exciting! Made a hair appointment this Sat. Going to cut, perm, and colour. be prepared to spend lots of $$$. but can't wait longer for it to grow lah. the perm is dying out, and the colour is horrendous.. cos the last time i coloured nice nice red and black then decided to perm 1 week later.so the solutions clashed and made my hair really very dry. the colour became black, red, brown and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meakmeak.blogspot.com/feeds/114293015416357883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10061317&amp;postID=114293015416357883' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10061317/posts/default/114293015416357883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10061317/posts/default/114293015416357883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meakmeak.blogspot.com/2006/03/hairy-ambition.html' title='Hairy Ambition'/><author><name>Meak Meak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14458656383218097563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10061317.post-114189637227703234</id><published>2006-03-09T17:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T17:26:12.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spastic</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meakmeak.blogspot.com/feeds/114189637227703234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10061317&amp;postID=114189637227703234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10061317/posts/default/114189637227703234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10061317/posts/default/114189637227703234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meakmeak.blogspot.com/2006/03/spastic.html' title='Spastic'/><author><name>Meak Meak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14458656383218097563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10061317.post-114189562462186351</id><published>2006-03-09T17:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T17:13:44.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Want to Open an XO?</title><summary type='text'>ME: Papasan, You keep introducing strange men to me, i wonder if you are operating some other kind of business. :PHIM: hey, what do you mean by strange men.... ;-)ME: Strange men, just cos i dont know them before, hence strange. Have kept a record of your outstanding arrears here, and they are piling up... Hee hee!HIM: ;-)ok i'll make up for it...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meakmeak.blogspot.com/feeds/114189562462186351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10061317&amp;postID=114189562462186351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10061317/posts/default/114189562462186351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10061317/posts/default/114189562462186351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meakmeak.blogspot.com/2006/03/want-to-open-xo.html' title='Want to Open an XO?'/><author><name>Meak Meak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14458656383218097563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10061317.post-114136401608833904</id><published>2006-03-03T13:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T13:33:36.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Against all principles</title><summary type='text'>I asked him out. he was moving his stuff this morning. i woke up at 6am to come in at 7.30am, well 8am more like. and he came in shortly after. We both stood up and saw each other. more likely, i stared over at him, wondering if he saw me and he waved back. so i called him..Talked about his move, his new team, his old team. officially he said 7am,  he already belonged to the other team. so he's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meakmeak.blogspot.com/feeds/114136401608833904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10061317&amp;postID=114136401608833904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10061317/posts/default/114136401608833904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10061317/posts/default/114136401608833904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meakmeak.blogspot.com/2006/03/against-all-principles.html' title='Against all principles'/><author><name>Meak Meak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14458656383218097563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10061317.post-114129006943797517</id><published>2006-03-02T17:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T17:04:15.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1, little 1, sweeping Indian</title><summary type='text'>AM I SO OLD? Left the house this AM, and met this young indian man who sweeps around the estate. he's very polite and all, always greeting "Good Morning" when he sees people. But when he saw me at the lift, guess what, he called me "Auntie." OMG! My smile just froze there, and my heart dropped. So old meh, I looked? *Crushed.Ruined my whole day, plus my top today is very wrinkled one. Trying to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meakmeak.blogspot.com/feeds/114129006943797517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10061317&amp;postID=114129006943797517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10061317/posts/default/114129006943797517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10061317/posts/default/114129006943797517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meakmeak.blogspot.com/2006/03/1-little-1-sweeping-indian.html' title='1, little 1, sweeping Indian'/><author><name>Meak Meak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14458656383218097563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10061317.post-114128604941558747</id><published>2006-03-02T15:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T16:48:30.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oops, I did (or didn't) do it Again!</title><summary type='text'>Slap me again!!! He was in the pantry this AM when i walked in. got to talking, got to joke. said he wished he could bring his team to invade the new team, how the new team likes to party a lot, every nite, which i thought he would like. i got to twiddle my head talking to him like an Indian, and he did the same. haha!My hand shook (hope he didnt notice), but my voice was calm and normal. glad no</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meakmeak.blogspot.com/feeds/114128604941558747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10061317&amp;postID=114128604941558747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10061317/posts/default/114128604941558747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10061317/posts/default/114128604941558747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meakmeak.blogspot.com/2006/03/oops-i-did-or-didnt-do-it-again.html' title='Oops, I did (or didn&apos;t) do it Again!'/><author><name>Meak Meak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14458656383218097563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10061317.post-114119454381604222</id><published>2006-03-01T14:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T14:29:03.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Different Types of Smiles</title><summary type='text'>Read in an issue of Cleo on the different types of smile.Shy smile = Nicole KidmanScary smile = Avril LavigneWarm (open) smile = Cameron DiazClose smile = Winona RyderMine should be Warm smile. When i smiled, is hard to not smile fully and brightly... guess that's why ard my eyes have all that what i like to term as 'laugh-lines' or 'character-lines'.. Not as sad as crow-feet or wrinkles...And </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meakmeak.blogspot.com/feeds/114119454381604222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10061317&amp;postID=114119454381604222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10061317/posts/default/114119454381604222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10061317/posts/default/114119454381604222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meakmeak.blogspot.com/2006/03/different-types-of-smiles.html' title='The Different Types of Smiles'/><author><name>Meak Meak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14458656383218097563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10061317.post-114110553129735038</id><published>2006-02-28T13:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T13:45:35.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THe Abnormality Factor</title><summary type='text'>You Are 28% AbnormalYou are at low risk for being a psychopath. It is unlikely that you have no soul.You are at medium risk for having a borderline personality. It is somewhat likely that you are a chaotic mess.You are at low risk for having a narcissistic personality. It is unlikely that you are in love with your own reflection.You are at medium risk for having a social phobia. It is somewhat </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meakmeak.blogspot.com/feeds/114110553129735038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10061317&amp;postID=114110553129735038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10061317/posts/default/114110553129735038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10061317/posts/default/114110553129735038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meakmeak.blogspot.com/2006/02/abnormality-factor.html' title='THe Abnormality Factor'/><author><name>Meak Meak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14458656383218097563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10061317.post-114110539472833400</id><published>2006-02-28T13:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T13:43:19.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is quite true</title><summary type='text'>How You Life Your LifeYou tend to deprive yourself of things you crave, for your own good.You're laid back and chill, but sometimes you care too much about what others think.You tend to have one best friend you hang with, as opposed to many aquaintences.Some of your past dreams have disappointed you, but you don't let it get you down.How Do You Live Your Life?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meakmeak.blogspot.com/feeds/114110539472833400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10061317&amp;postID=114110539472833400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10061317/posts/default/114110539472833400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10061317/posts/default/114110539472833400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meakmeak.blogspot.com/2006/02/this-is-quite-true.html' title='This is quite true'/><author><name>Meak Meak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14458656383218097563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10061317.post-114110536486882242</id><published>2006-02-28T13:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T13:42:44.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lim Chu Kang Fish Farm</title><summary type='text'>Went to Bar None on Fri. what a weird nite. Firstly, a lot of pple from the office were there like it's our own D&amp;D, only more happening. The new swiss-thai guy was there with some gals from few other teams, which made me wonder did his papasan abandon him.. RL came along with this gal HN whom i met for the 1st time.. darned if she's gossipy... wanted to know who i knew the swiss-thai guy, when </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meakmeak.blogspot.com/feeds/114110536486882242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10061317&amp;postID=114110536486882242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10061317/posts/default/114110536486882242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10061317/posts/default/114110536486882242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meakmeak.blogspot.com/2006/02/lim-chu-kang-fish-farm.html' title='Lim Chu Kang Fish Farm'/><author><name>Meak Meak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14458656383218097563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10061317.post-114066636730470276</id><published>2006-02-23T11:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T11:46:07.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Arguing the Semantics</title><summary type='text'>Colleague threw me off today. she's done that a couple of times before, but was okay but this time, a bit bua tahan.Was trying to arrange a game of mj this sat. On mon, she said to count her in and she doesnt mind playing if we lack 1 kar.. then today, i told we confim, and she asks when, where which i told her. So I thought all was well, until she told me dont confirm her cos not sure if she can</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meakmeak.blogspot.com/feeds/114066636730470276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10061317&amp;postID=114066636730470276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10061317/posts/default/114066636730470276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10061317/posts/default/114066636730470276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meakmeak.blogspot.com/2006/02/arguing-semantics.html' title='Arguing the Semantics'/><author><name>Meak Meak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14458656383218097563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10061317.post-114007206235373109</id><published>2006-02-16T14:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T14:56:08.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If I can unwind the clock</title><summary type='text'>8 yrs ago - Taken up dancing seriously, so that i'm gd enough to perform or coach. Realised that this is only the one thing consistent that i like to do.. now, frens of similar interest said my current age is a problem to pursue this, and i'll need to work very very hard.. meanwhile, still need a stable income to support my family..6 mths ago - Would have been more relaxed at his place with him, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meakmeak.blogspot.com/feeds/114007206235373109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10061317&amp;postID=114007206235373109' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10061317/posts/default/114007206235373109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10061317/posts/default/114007206235373109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meakmeak.blogspot.com/2006/02/if-i-can-unwind-clock.html' title='If I can unwind the clock'/><author><name>Meak Meak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14458656383218097563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10061317.post-113999606434966525</id><published>2006-02-15T17:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T17:34:24.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pork Chop</title><summary type='text'>Been wanting to get a tattoo since i turned 21. but always worry will regret later, and it is a committment for life.. saw the one my colleague did of the last character of her chinese name.. turned out like pork chop, like those pig farms.. :pAnyway, but have a bit of spare cash, been surfing around for designs.1) Bow and arrow from the saggitarius sign2) Butterfly/dragonfly3) FairiesNothing too</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meakmeak.blogspot.com/feeds/113999606434966525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10061317&amp;postID=113999606434966525' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10061317/posts/default/113999606434966525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10061317/posts/default/113999606434966525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meakmeak.blogspot.com/2006/02/pork-chop.html' title='Pork Chop'/><author><name>Meak Meak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14458656383218097563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10061317.post-113945851222403304</id><published>2006-02-09T12:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T12:15:18.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What you dont see.... hmm...</title><summary type='text'>You Are a Fierce FemmeYou have a wild side, and you aren't afraid to bring it out when the time is right.But you also know when to hang back and keep your "crazy chick" persona in check.In fact, some of your friends may be surprised to find out how far you can take it...You may look mild mannered, but it's all an act!How Daring Are You?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meakmeak.blogspot.com/feeds/113945851222403304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10061317&amp;postID=113945851222403304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10061317/posts/default/113945851222403304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10061317/posts/default/113945851222403304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meakmeak.blogspot.com/2006/02/what-you-dont-see-hmm.html' title='What you dont see.... hmm...'/><author><name>Meak Meak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14458656383218097563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10061317.post-113945831883410062</id><published>2006-02-09T12:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T12:12:02.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Basics</title><summary type='text'>You Are Basic PantiesYou are a laid back chick with a real natural beauty.You can make unwashed hair and minimal make-up super sexy.Men tend to notice you show the "real you" - and they appreciate it.And while basic makes boring for some, it looks classic on you.What Kind of Panties Are You?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meakmeak.blogspot.com/feeds/113945831883410062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10061317&amp;postID=113945831883410062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10061317/posts/default/113945831883410062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10061317/posts/default/113945831883410062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meakmeak.blogspot.com/2006/02/basics.html' title='The Basics'/><author><name>Meak Meak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14458656383218097563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10061317.post-113945244570650353</id><published>2006-02-09T10:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T10:34:10.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Behind Cage</title><summary type='text'>You Are AnimalA complete lunatic, you're operating on 100% animal instincts.You thrive on uncontrolled energy, and you're downright scary.But you sure can beat a good drum."Kill! Kill!"The Muppet Personality Test</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meakmeak.blogspot.com/feeds/113945244570650353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10061317&amp;postID=113945244570650353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10061317/posts/default/113945244570650353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10061317/posts/default/113945244570650353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meakmeak.blogspot.com/2006/02/behind-cage.html' title='Behind Cage'/><author><name>Meak Meak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14458656383218097563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10061317.post-113928989004975217</id><published>2006-02-07T13:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T13:25:43.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The BIG 4s</title><summary type='text'>Four jobs you’ve had in your life-- Cashier at Bt. Timah Courts after O'levels- Customer Svc Officer at Bt Timah DBS- Admin Assistant / Client Analyst with GS- Mktg Exec with company offering financial coursesFour movies you could watch over and over-- Dirty dancing- Pretty woman- If the shoe fits- Does kylie's mtvs/dvds count?Four places you’ve lived- Clementi- Choa Chu Kang- Grandma's house in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meakmeak.blogspot.com/feeds/113928989004975217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10061317&amp;postID=113928989004975217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10061317/posts/default/113928989004975217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10061317/posts/default/113928989004975217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meakmeak.blogspot.com/2006/02/big-4s.html' title='The BIG 4s'/><author><name>Meak Meak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14458656383218097563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10061317.post-113920517622864766</id><published>2006-02-06T13:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T13:53:45.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Garuda Flight leaving for Jakarta</title><summary type='text'>Another dream.. Was at the ariport. Garuda flight, leaving for Jakarta, Gateway3.. Almost missed the flight cos was with another friend shopping at DFS, thought had plenty of time.. then alamak! announcement over the intercom, a woman said my name and IC very loudly and "Last call, pls process to Belt 3."Ran and ran with my backpack, cos then was only at 3o-something belt. jialat, i thought to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meakmeak.blogspot.com/feeds/113920517622864766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10061317&amp;postID=113920517622864766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10061317/posts/default/113920517622864766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10061317/posts/default/113920517622864766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meakmeak.blogspot.com/2006/02/garuda-flight-leaving-for-jakarta.html' title='Garuda Flight leaving for Jakarta'/><author><name>Meak Meak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14458656383218097563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10061317.post-113920427386013670</id><published>2006-02-06T13:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T13:37:53.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st 7 Days of CNY</title><summary type='text'>Got facai a bit from my parents' angbao. papa, as usual, was quite generous as he can get.Eve, we had steamboat as our customs. chu-yi was at home didnt get out much. chu-er to si, went to grandma's place hehe. told my uncle couple of times to wait for me to get there before setting off the fireworks. better than spending it in sgp. 80% of my relatives are spread around in m'cca, so obviously, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meakmeak.blogspot.com/feeds/113920427386013670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10061317&amp;postID=113920427386013670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10061317/posts/default/113920427386013670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10061317/posts/default/113920427386013670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meakmeak.blogspot.com/2006/02/1st-7-days-of-cny.html' title='1st 7 Days of CNY'/><author><name>Meak Meak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14458656383218097563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10061317.post-113833976867491202</id><published>2006-01-27T13:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T13:29:28.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HOW TO STAY YOUNG</title><summary type='text'>1. Throw out nonessential numbers. This includes age, weight and height.Let the doctors worry about them. That is why you pay them.2. Keep only cheerful friends.The grouches pull you down. (keep this In mind if you are one of those grouches;)3. Keep learning:Learn more about the computer, crafts, gardening,whatever. Never let the brain get idle."An idle mind is the devil's workshop."And the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meakmeak.blogspot.com/feeds/113833976867491202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10061317&amp;postID=113833976867491202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10061317/posts/default/113833976867491202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10061317/posts/default/113833976867491202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meakmeak.blogspot.com/2006/01/how-to-stay-young.html' title='HOW TO STAY YOUNG'/><author><name>Meak Meak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14458656383218097563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10061317.post-113833310192174782</id><published>2006-01-27T11:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T11:38:21.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last night, i was dreaming</title><summary type='text'>gosh, dreamt abt him again last nite. something abt us going out and having a great time. he looking at me in adoration, and my heart went bump bump bump.. 'xiao lu luan zhuang'.. gasp, dreamlover, come rescue me...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meakmeak.blogspot.com/feeds/113833310192174782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10061317&amp;postID=113833310192174782' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10061317/posts/default/113833310192174782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10061317/posts/default/113833310192174782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meakmeak.blogspot.com/2006/01/last-night-i-was-dreaming.html' title='Last night, i was dreaming'/><author><name>Meak Meak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14458656383218097563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10061317.post-113818521887047448</id><published>2006-01-25T18:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T18:33:38.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>B Day</title><summary type='text'>Is a very very very very happy day for me today. Received the letter from lao ban. Cos my expectation was v low, so when i saw it, i was so confused that i dont know how to read. so have to ask him to explain to me... hee! Funny, he must think i'm such a goondu!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meakmeak.blogspot.com/feeds/113818521887047448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10061317&amp;postID=113818521887047448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10061317/posts/default/113818521887047448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10061317/posts/default/113818521887047448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meakmeak.blogspot.com/2006/01/b-day.html' title='B Day'/><author><name>Meak Meak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14458656383218097563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10061317.post-113808172937528548</id><published>2006-01-24T13:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T14:04:26.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Contemplations</title><summary type='text'>Mum told me she has the same dream abt me and moo breaking up. only mentioned it when i told her abt the dream i had last night, think she wouldnt have told me if i havent told her mine..anyway, just wonder.. after finished talking to moo last night, he was just going to hang up and i said he doesnt say he luvs me anymore. he just went "yah." so i went "yah." too and hung up. when we just started</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meakmeak.blogspot.com/feeds/113808172937528548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10061317&amp;postID=113808172937528548' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10061317/posts/default/113808172937528548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10061317/posts/default/113808172937528548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meakmeak.blogspot.com/2006/01/contemplations.html' title='Contemplations'/><author><name>Meak Meak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14458656383218097563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10061317.post-113808145692624984</id><published>2006-01-24T13:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T13:47:29.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY big cow</title><summary type='text'>Was asking my colleague something about why some things are done like that. office was quiet though there were people around.. she said loudly "YOUR daniu also like that! Another a/c under (the MA's name) is like that."Wah lau! also hee hee! people here put 2 and 2 together, can start a bushfire about us liao.. old story or not...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meakmeak.blogspot.com/feeds/113808145692624984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10061317&amp;postID=113808145692624984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10061317/posts/default/113808145692624984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10061317/posts/default/113808145692624984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meakmeak.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-big-cow.html' title='MY big cow'/><author><name>Meak Meak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14458656383218097563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10061317.post-113800783538409911</id><published>2006-01-23T17:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T17:19:06.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Italian Mafia Love Story</title><summary type='text'>She was a simple girl from an average family, has a sweetheart whom she was going to marry.. Pretty, girl-next-door looks.He was the only son from the most powerful Mafia family, dark, handsome and stocky..Together with other young ladies, she was summoned before his family who wanted to get him a wife, someone who's proper, from a good average family so that their reputation can be elevated and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meakmeak.blogspot.com/feeds/113800783538409911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10061317&amp;postID=113800783538409911' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10061317/posts/default/113800783538409911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10061317/posts/default/113800783538409911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meakmeak.blogspot.com/2006/01/italian-mafia-love-story.html' title='An Italian Mafia Love Story'/><author><name>Meak Meak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14458656383218097563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10061317.post-113800109734701981</id><published>2006-01-23T15:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T15:24:57.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who wants to be famous?</title><summary type='text'>As a favour to colleague's fren who owns this restaurant Penang Kitchen near Coronation Plaza, we were notified to go for lunch there last minute. Be one of the customers there, and maybe give interviews. so there we were, with the hosts AP, BL and special guest Irene Ang.How did they get on the show? it turned out one of the producers ate there, and thought it was v gd. and the taping is free, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meakmeak.blogspot.com/feeds/113800109734701981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10061317&amp;postID=113800109734701981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10061317/posts/default/113800109734701981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10061317/posts/default/113800109734701981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meakmeak.blogspot.com/2006/01/who-wants-to-be-famous.html' title='Who wants to be famous?'/><author><name>Meak Meak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14458656383218097563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10061317.post-113775546060016874</id><published>2006-01-20T19:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T19:11:00.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quirks Me</title><summary type='text'>Or kinkiness.. hee!1) My nose gets itchy if i eat something sweet on an empty stomach in the morning.. Has been proven with chocolates, ice-cream and simply sweets.. strange, dont know what's the diagnosis.. sometimes, i'm concerned if it's diabetes..2) When i eat battered chicken or fish &amp; chips, i will remove the batter, that layer of fried flour.. Esp Long John Silver's one. If the fish is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meakmeak.blogspot.com/feeds/113775546060016874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10061317&amp;postID=113775546060016874' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10061317/posts/default/113775546060016874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10061317/posts/default/113775546060016874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meakmeak.blogspot.com/2006/01/quirks-me.html' title='Quirks Me'/><author><name>Meak Meak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14458656383218097563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10061317.post-113763806227082740</id><published>2006-01-19T10:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T10:34:22.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Woozy doozy batty</title><summary type='text'>Feeling a bit giddy due to lack of sleep. after watching ANTM last night, for some reason, was wide awake and took some time to sleep.Dont you just love this show? Although some may find it crappy. but it's just deliciously bitchy and downright farny to me sometimes.. however, just finding it more and more urghy to see TB always having that same solemn expression and always saying the same thing </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meakmeak.blogspot.com/feeds/113763806227082740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10061317&amp;postID=113763806227082740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10061317/posts/default/113763806227082740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10061317/posts/default/113763806227082740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meakmeak.blogspot.com/2006/01/woozy-doozy-batty.html' title='Woozy doozy batty'/><author><name>Meak Meak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14458656383218097563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10061317.post-113757190186722044</id><published>2006-01-18T16:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T16:11:41.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pet Peeves</title><summary type='text'>1) When people sneeze or cough behind me on the bus and in the train, most esp when i just wash my hair. just imagine the germs flying to and sticking onto my clean hair!!2) When my poop causes an impact high enough to splash my 'there' parts.. urghs! there's almost an art to doing this correctly, just gentle gentle squeeze softer and try to slide it in like an chinese olympic diver.. but </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meakmeak.blogspot.com/feeds/113757190186722044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10061317&amp;postID=113757190186722044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10061317/posts/default/113757190186722044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10061317/posts/default/113757190186722044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meakmeak.blogspot.com/2006/01/pet-peeves.html' title='Pet Peeves'/><author><name>Meak Meak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14458656383218097563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10061317.post-113738731048030132</id><published>2006-01-16T12:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T12:55:16.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am what I am</title><summary type='text'>You Should Be A SagittariusWhat's good about you: bold and adventure loving, life is one big party for youWhat's bad about you: you don't think before speaking - and you often regret it!In love: you're flirtatiously playful, but you never play gamesIn friendship, you're: the one who keeps everyone laughingYour ideal job: fortune teller, philosopher, or athleteYour sense of fashion: your own mix </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meakmeak.blogspot.com/feeds/113738731048030132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10061317&amp;postID=113738731048030132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10061317/posts/default/113738731048030132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10061317/posts/default/113738731048030132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meakmeak.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-am-what-i-am.html' title='I am what I am'/><author><name>Meak Meak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14458656383218097563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10061317.post-113725795794157105</id><published>2006-01-15T00:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T15:08:57.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let down</title><summary type='text'>Was so looking forward to going to MacRitchie today.. can u believe that i've never been there? frens said that they went there on expedition when they were in primary or sec school, but mine never brought me there.. just like i get my triangle milk once a month instead of every week..when i received the message late last night that the outing was off, i wasn't surprised. cos seldom now do we </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meakmeak.blogspot.com/feeds/113725795794157105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10061317&amp;postID=113725795794157105' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10061317/posts/default/113725795794157105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10061317/posts/default/113725795794157105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meakmeak.blogspot.com/2006/01/let-down.html' title='Let down'/><author><name>Meak Meak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14458656383218097563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10061317.post-113713276802290279</id><published>2006-01-13T14:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T14:12:48.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Got the tickle, again..</title><summary type='text'>yawn, sleepy.. recovering from cough, swollen eyes, and sensitive nose which makes it and my throat itch very badly.. vicious cycle.. cos it also indrectly caused my eyes to swell, so now i'm not sure it's just allergic conjunutiva.. confused... slept 4hr yday afternoon on MC, turned out at night, i was awake more than asleep... curse! paimia, is it? sleep so badly that i fall sick, yet cannot </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meakmeak.blogspot.com/feeds/113713276802290279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10061317&amp;postID=113713276802290279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10061317/posts/default/113713276802290279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10061317/posts/default/113713276802290279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meakmeak.blogspot.com/2006/01/got-tickle-again.html' title='Got the tickle, again..'/><author><name>Meak Meak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14458656383218097563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10061317.post-113652774645691809</id><published>2006-01-06T14:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T14:09:11.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cool!</title><summary type='text'>You Are a Classic Beauty!You have a timeless beauty that looks great in every decadeInstead following trends, you stick to what worksAnd this means you never skimp on your beauty routineUpside? Your classic looks tends to attract gentlemen - not boys.What Type of Beauty Are You?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meakmeak.blogspot.com/feeds/113652774645691809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10061317&amp;postID=113652774645691809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10061317/posts/default/113652774645691809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10061317/posts/default/113652774645691809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meakmeak.blogspot.com/2006/01/cool.html' title='Cool!'/><author><name>Meak Meak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14458656383218097563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10061317.post-113645777023719210</id><published>2006-01-05T18:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T18:42:50.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Eruption</title><summary type='text'>saw more spewing today.. if she is a volcano, i can imagine all the lava flowing over the top to the bottom, destroying all the villages and their people.. haha! then the black smoke will rise up high to the sky, killing all the unlucky birds.. then one-by-one, it's raining birds... hee!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meakmeak.blogspot.com/feeds/113645777023719210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10061317&amp;postID=113645777023719210' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10061317/posts/default/113645777023719210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10061317/posts/default/113645777023719210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meakmeak.blogspot.com/2006/01/eruption.html' title='The Eruption'/><author><name>Meak Meak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14458656383218097563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10061317.post-113636261229237334</id><published>2006-01-04T16:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T16:25:09.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OOOooppss...</title><summary type='text'>oh no, have i started a warfare amongst the group? saw a very vehement blog by DL, and wonder if i have talked too much.. cos frens for so long, dont want to spoil anything.. if the party in question reads abt and guess correctly is her, i wonder what will happen...do agree with her on the part on 'my blog, my personal space, my say'.. surety, it's on public domain, but if the person doesnt like </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meakmeak.blogspot.com/feeds/113636261229237334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10061317&amp;postID=113636261229237334' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10061317/posts/default/113636261229237334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10061317/posts/default/113636261229237334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meakmeak.blogspot.com/2006/01/oooooppss.html' title='OOOooppss...'/><author><name>Meak Meak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14458656383218097563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10061317.post-113627752536453784</id><published>2006-01-03T16:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T16:38:45.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pig pig pig..</title><summary type='text'>The alarm clock for the pig rang the whole nite last nite. unbelieveable!!! started from around 10.30pm to 4-5am. cos everytime i woke up, it's still ringing...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meakmeak.blogspot.com/feeds/113627752536453784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10061317&amp;postID=113627752536453784' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10061317/posts/default/113627752536453784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10061317/posts/default/113627752536453784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meakmeak.blogspot.com/2006/01/pig-pig-pig.html' title='Pig pig pig..'/><author><name>Meak Meak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14458656383218097563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10061317.post-113620497395623554</id><published>2006-01-02T19:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T09:20:09.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Letter to a 'Good' Fren</title><summary type='text'>Dear V,I thought we are gd frens, but time and time again, i heard upsetting things that u have been saying about me to other people.Just today, moo told me he heard from a 'mutual fren' about the VAT claim we made during our trip together in Aug. 'mutual fren' said that i did not include urs and mango's purchases for the VAT claim, just cos i have enough spending myself to meet the minimum claim</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meakmeak.blogspot.com/feeds/113620497395623554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10061317&amp;postID=113620497395623554' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10061317/posts/default/113620497395623554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10061317/posts/default/113620497395623554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meakmeak.blogspot.com/2006/01/letter-to-good-fren.html' title='Letter to a &apos;Good&apos; Fren'/><author><name>Meak Meak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14458656383218097563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10061317.post-113612554301435700</id><published>2006-01-01T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T19:57:29.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Get Started...</title><summary type='text'>Shopping on the 1st day 2006.. predictable!had to get new running shoes.. last week, ran till the sole fell out.. not that i ran very far lah! but this pair had been with me almost 4-5 yrs.. blink of an eye@@ still remembered i bought it with monster last time..Went to Nike, Adidas, Royal Sporting House and Puma.. ideally, wanted a pair of black ones so that it goes with most everything i have.. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meakmeak.blogspot.com/feeds/113612554301435700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10061317&amp;postID=113612554301435700' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10061317/posts/default/113612554301435700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10061317/posts/default/113612554301435700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meakmeak.blogspot.com/2006/01/lets-get-started.html' title='Let&apos;s Get Started...'/><author><name>Meak Meak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14458656383218097563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10061317.post-113612498005093334</id><published>2006-01-01T02:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T22:16:20.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good bye 2005, Hello 2006!</title><summary type='text'>As per tradition for last few yrs, celebrated ST's birthday at her house. before that, i was coll's Steph place at juring west.. was comical getting to that ulu place.. after picking zhanglao, SS and EC from Boon Lay station, we tried to find our way there. on one hand, ZL was on the line with steph who kept telling her we were very far away. on the other hand, SS was on the line with her BF </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meakmeak.blogspot.com/feeds/113612498005093334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10061317&amp;postID=113612498005093334' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10061317/posts/default/113612498005093334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10061317/posts/default/113612498005093334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meakmeak.blogspot.com/2006/01/good-bye-2005-hello-2006.html' title='Good bye 2005, Hello 2006!'/><author><name>Meak Meak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14458656383218097563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10061317.post-113612357943372079</id><published>2005-12-31T02:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T21:36:05.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Iguanaritas</title><summary type='text'>Headed out of office ard 4pm today. went to china square first yakun outlet for our kaya toast and teh/kopi. trying to identify the star pictures.. we spent a few minutes speculating the identity of some of them.. so i suggested we asked the staff there, excuse to talk to a pretty cute guy there. hehe! but no one wanted to..then made our way to people's park centre as we wanted to look at the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meakmeak.blogspot.com/feeds/113612357943372079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10061317&amp;postID=113612357943372079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10061317/posts/default/113612357943372079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10061317/posts/default/113612357943372079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meakmeak.blogspot.com/2005/12/iguanaritas.html' title='Iguanaritas'/><author><name>Meak Meak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14458656383218097563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10061317.post-113591237792780970</id><published>2005-12-30T10:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T11:12:57.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ZZZzzzz.... Huh!</title><summary type='text'>lack of sleep now really making me feel very groggy.. and it's not even lunch time yet..</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meakmeak.blogspot.com/feeds/113591237792780970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10061317&amp;postID=113591237792780970' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10061317/posts/default/113591237792780970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10061317/posts/default/113591237792780970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meakmeak.blogspot.com/2005/12/zzzzzzz-huh.html' title='ZZZzzzz.... Huh!'/><author><name>Meak Meak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14458656383218097563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10061317.post-113591021607845146</id><published>2005-12-30T10:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T10:36:56.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No peace of sleep</title><summary type='text'>for the 3rd consecutive days and many times before, woke up around 5.30 - 5.45am by someone else's alarm clock... what a pig!! who doesnt wake up and the alarm rings till it auto-stops at 6am... somemore it's the old type of alarm clock like school bell, just RRRIIINNNGGG... this morning when it happened, i'm jumped out of bed hopping to catch which house turns on the lights.. but no go... :(</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meakmeak.blogspot.com/feeds/113591021607845146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10061317&amp;postID=113591021607845146' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10061317/posts/default/113591021607845146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10061317/posts/default/113591021607845146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meakmeak.blogspot.com/2005/12/no-peace-of-sleep.html' title='No peace of sleep'/><author><name>Meak Meak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14458656383218097563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10061317.post-113583931285709417</id><published>2005-12-29T14:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T14:55:12.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Familiar faces in a bookshop</title><summary type='text'>Had a quick lunch, had ice-cream at Andersen's cafe and it's off to Times for browsing during lunch time just now... as i've heard that he is featured in one of the lifestyle magazines this month, i was flipping thru some of those mags..1st familiar face: is moo's brother-in-law, JK, in a mag called 'Pulses' which is on capital mkts... that was a total surprise.. he was being interviewed with a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meakmeak.blogspot.com/feeds/113583931285709417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10061317&amp;postID=113583931285709417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10061317/posts/default/113583931285709417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10061317/posts/default/113583931285709417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meakmeak.blogspot.com/2005/12/familiar-faces-in-bookshop.html' title='Familiar faces in a bookshop'/><author><name>Meak Meak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14458656383218097563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10061317.post-113582488851189987</id><published>2005-12-29T10:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T10:54:48.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Polar Pies</title><summary type='text'>There are 3 Polar pies in the freezer today.. treat from one team-member from yesterday.. cos the fridge had no room, no choice have to put it on top.. wah piang! they live up to the name 'Polar' cos they turn out really hard and bouncy today...another coll, zhang lao, was hungry so i personally offered to heat up one for her..1st try: put in the conventional oven and turned the timer to 5 mins. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meakmeak.blogspot.com/feeds/113582488851189987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10061317&amp;postID=113582488851189987' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10061317/posts/default/113582488851189987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10061317/posts/default/113582488851189987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meakmeak.blogspot.com/2005/12/3-polar-pies.html' title='3 Polar Pies'/><author><name>Meak Meak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14458656383218097563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10061317.post-113576863049359501</id><published>2005-12-28T19:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T19:17:10.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's over</title><summary type='text'>terribly disappointed no further developments.. and feel frustrated more so cos i have no right to push things further, with my responsibility elsewhere.. what's right what's wrong i dont know anymore.. what i feel is alright, actually or others will feel is morally wrong..</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meakmeak.blogspot.com/feeds/113576863049359501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10061317&amp;postID=113576863049359501' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10061317/posts/default/113576863049359501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10061317/posts/default/113576863049359501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meakmeak.blogspot.com/2005/12/its-over.html' title='It&apos;s over'/><author><name>Meak Meak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14458656383218097563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10061317.post-113576856400101520</id><published>2005-12-24T19:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T19:16:04.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>More presents from long-known galfrens</title><summary type='text'>1 turtle handphone chain1 note holderunfortunately cant rem what else.. we were gathered at V's place.. watching of all movies, Exorcism of Emily Rose.. sigh.. but not everyone knows that it's more of a courtroom drama show than a horror show.. was pretty good.. we were pondering whether to go out for dinner or not.. S suggested Changi Safra but A wasnt well and wanted to stay home.. but in the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meakmeak.blogspot.com/feeds/113576856400101520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10061317&amp;postID=113576856400101520' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10061317/posts/default/113576856400101520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10061317/posts/default/113576856400101520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meakmeak.blogspot.com/2005/12/more-presents-from-long-known-galfrens.html' title='More presents from long-known galfrens'/><author><name>Meak Meak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14458656383218097563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10061317.post-113576832521343058</id><published>2005-12-23T19:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T19:12:05.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On the 2 days before Xmas</title><summary type='text'>Already getting presents from my colls:1 striped red/yellow pooh booster1 french manicure set1 purple vietnamese handheld bag1 pair of earrings (with black faux pearls)1 OPL nail polish (which i recently found out is very durable)1 nail art1 precious moments bracelet1 Adidas shoebag (from my wish list for company exchange)1 sachet of potpurri1 gingerbread man1 cosmetic pouch from Tea1 box of very</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meakmeak.blogspot.com/feeds/113576832521343058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10061317&amp;postID=113576832521343058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10061317/posts/default/113576832521343058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10061317/posts/default/113576832521343058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meakmeak.blogspot.com/2005/12/on-2-days-before-xmas.html' title='On the 2 days before Xmas'/><author><name>Meak Meak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14458656383218097563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10061317.post-113464229717376387</id><published>2005-12-15T18:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T18:24:57.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A wish 2 months ago</title><summary type='text'>i made a wish at the 4-face buddha temple almost 2 months ago.. at that time, i was still quite confused.. so i made an open-ended wish.. fren and i were wondering if buddha will understand chinese cos we were in bangkok.. anyway, i re-enforced the wish today.. wonder if it will come true.. sigh... hope i dont make a mess of things...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meakmeak.blogspot.com/feeds/113464229717376387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10061317&amp;postID=113464229717376387' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10061317/posts/default/113464229717376387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10061317/posts/default/113464229717376387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meakmeak.blogspot.com/2005/12/wish-2-months-ago.html' title='A wish 2 months ago'/><author><name>Meak Meak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14458656383218097563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10061317.post-113454731217818967</id><published>2005-12-14T16:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T16:01:57.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What flower am I?</title><summary type='text'>You Are a TulipYou have a wild, experimental side that craves change.You often switch jobs and men, always looking for something better.But deep down, you're also very well grounded and content.And you will come to know that the life you live is already ideal.What Flower Are You?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10061317.post-113454608303299095</id><published>2005-12-13T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T15:41:23.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of thugs and gangsters...</title><summary type='text'>throat was still bad, but could still talk... sent the 2 pics to the 3 of them thugs...M showed me pics of his newborn son in return.. totally cute!! such big eyes.. mix of swiss/jap, will surely grow up to be a ladykiller...D said thanks and the pics are very nice.. i replied of course, the subjects are good looking, hence pics so nice..P, the cheeky fellow, replied 'pretty girls make every guy </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meakmeak.blogspot.com/feeds/113454608303299095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10061317&amp;postID=113454608303299095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10061317/posts/default/113454608303299095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10061317/posts/default/113454608303299095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meakmeak.blogspot.com/2005/12/of-thugs-and-gangsters.html' title='Of thugs and gangsters...'/><author><name>Meak Meak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14458656383218097563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10061317.post-113454583908789417</id><published>2005-12-12T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T15:37:19.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*Cough *Sniffles</title><summary type='text'>cham! woke up with a v tight throat.. got slightly better in the day.. head was a bit heavy, but i figured not sick enough to get mc.. besides, ec is on leave and dont want to leave ss alone at work..left early, met him in the pantry and we talked about our respective weekend.. he certainly had more fun than me, as usual.. he asked me why i didnt join them at attica last friday.. told them </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meakmeak.blogspot.com/feeds/113454583908789417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10061317&amp;postID=113454583908789417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10061317/posts/default/113454583908789417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10061317/posts/default/113454583908789417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meakmeak.blogspot.com/2005/12/cough-sniffles.html' title='*Cough *Sniffles'/><author><name>Meak Meak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14458656383218097563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10061317.post-113454571126689031</id><published>2005-12-11T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T15:35:11.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Faster, faster... huff huff!!</title><summary type='text'>had half an awfully chocolate cake to myself.. that's a 1/4kg... earlier in the evening, we did our usual jog at east coast, with moo's dad this time too.. shorter distance this time, but ran faster to make up for it... cos his dad was fast and i didnt want to lose to a 67yr old man... so sweated more... met wei-en, ex-coll, with her brother.. looked good.. we made plans to meet up for lunch soon</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meakmeak.blogspot.com/feeds/113454571126689031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10061317&amp;postID=113454571126689031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10061317/posts/default/113454571126689031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10061317/posts/default/113454571126689031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meakmeak.blogspot.com/2005/12/faster-faster-huff-huff.html' title='Faster, faster... huff huff!!'/><author><name>Meak Meak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14458656383218097563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10061317.post-113439282730690505</id><published>2005-12-11T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T21:07:07.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>most impt is to be happy</title><summary type='text'>got to know that a fren of moo's getting married soon.. this guy always complain no gf, suddenly got gf, and now getting hitched only a few mths later...he said some people get into a r/ship because they are afraid of being lonely and want to be happier..then i asked what about him, is he happy with me?he said he is already happy, and getting a gf is because he wants to.. he doesnt need a gf to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meakmeak.blogspot.com/feeds/113439282730690505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10061317&amp;postID=113439282730690505' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10061317/posts/default/113439282730690505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10061317/posts/default/113439282730690505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meakmeak.blogspot.com/2005/12/most-impt-is-to-be-happy.html' title='most impt is to be happy'/><author><name>Meak Meak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14458656383218097563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10061317.post-113439099807720240</id><published>2005-12-10T20:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T20:43:07.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flash Dance</title><summary type='text'>is my dance audition today.. something i hoped will make me a happier person and my young life more fulfilling than just working working working... cant say i do very well.. my cheorography was messy cos we only have 10min to learn, but the dance company did say they looked more at the body movements, so hope i stand a chance there.. really felt like flash dance movie, all sweaty in that studio, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meakmeak.blogspot.com/feeds/113439099807720240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10061317&amp;postID=113439099807720240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10061317/posts/default/113439099807720240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10061317/posts/default/113439099807720240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meakmeak.blogspot.com/2005/12/flash-dance.html' title='Flash Dance'/><author><name>Meak Meak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14458656383218097563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10061317.post-113439066854107919</id><published>2005-12-10T02:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T20:31:08.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet the Mafia Family</title><summary type='text'>so excited the day is finally here.. i get to pretty pretty and attend the D&amp;D at chjimes chapel.. though by the time we all got ready, we were kind of late and no table was left.. wore my newest dress, my hair curled, make-up expertly done free by estee lauder.. everyone went wow wow! and one of them even commented i looked stunning.. hee! of course, then must take lots of pics of anybody i can </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meakmeak.blogspot.com/feeds/113439066854107919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10061317&amp;postID=113439066854107919' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10061317/posts/default/113439066854107919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10061317/posts/default/113439066854107919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meakmeak.blogspot.com/2005/12/meet-mafia-family.html' title='Meet the Mafia Family'/><author><name>Meak Meak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14458656383218097563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10061317.post-113384641052423744</id><published>2005-12-06T13:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T13:20:14.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>but i dont even like pumpkin...</title><summary type='text'>Your Scent is Pumpkin PieWarm, comforting, and a bit old fashionedYou've got what men want - believe it or not!What Scent Are You?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meakmeak.blogspot.com/feeds/113384641052423744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10061317&amp;postID=113384641052423744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10061317/posts/default/113384641052423744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10061317/posts/default/113384641052423744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meakmeak.blogspot.com/2005/12/but-i-dont-even-like-pumpkin.html' title='but i dont even like pumpkin...'/><author><name>Meak Meak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14458656383218097563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10061317.post-113384602900788850</id><published>2005-12-06T13:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T13:13:54.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>diablo...</title><summary type='text'>Your Element is FireYour power color: redYour energy: hotYour season: springLike a fire, you are full of power and light.A born leader, you easily draw people toward you.You are full of courage and usually up for anything dangerous.You have a huge ego and love to be the center of attention.What Element Are You?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meakmeak.blogspot.com/feeds/113384602900788850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10061317&amp;postID=113384602900788850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10061317/posts/default/113384602900788850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10061317/posts/default/113384602900788850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meakmeak.blogspot.com/2005/12/diablo.html' title='diablo...'/><author><name>Meak Meak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14458656383218097563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10061317.post-113384533592199117</id><published>2005-12-06T13:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T13:02:15.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the 1st kiss, the 1st place</title><summary type='text'>Your Ideal Marriage Proposal IsAfter dinner at your favorite restaurant, at the spot where you first kissed.What's" Your Ideal Marriage Proposal?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meakmeak.blogspot.com/feeds/113384533592199117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10061317&amp;postID=113384533592199117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10061317/posts/default/113384533592199117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10061317/posts/default/113384533592199117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meakmeak.blogspot.com/2005/12/1st-kiss-1st-place.html' title='the 1st kiss, the 1st place'/><author><name>Meak Meak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14458656383218097563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10061317.post-113377469783743414</id><published>2005-12-05T17:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T17:24:57.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the rougher point of a cheek-to-cheek</title><summary type='text'>was chatting with ec and lw today in the office.. started with me offering moo's 'happy birthday' sweets, something he got a fren to buy from australia.. ec didnt dare to take at first cos she thought it was from 'him'.. but i said no lah, cos he already gave me oxox that day...jokingly i said it was not shiok enough cos he has no stubble, and there's a diff between doing it daytime and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meakmeak.blogspot.com/feeds/113377469783743414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10061317&amp;postID=113377469783743414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10061317/posts/default/113377469783743414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10061317/posts/default/113377469783743414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meakmeak.blogspot.com/2005/12/rougher-point-of-cheek-to-cheek.html' title='the rougher point of a cheek-to-cheek'/><author><name>Meak Meak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14458656383218097563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10061317.post-113376126444244308</id><published>2005-12-05T13:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T13:41:08.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>super girlie unlike me...</title><summary type='text'>You Are a Total Girlie GirlYou love looking good, and wooing men with your womanly ways.You're so feminine, men are in awe of you ... which is a very good thing.How Girlie Are You?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meakmeak.blogspot.com/feeds/113376126444244308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10061317&amp;postID=113376126444244308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10061317/posts/default/113376126444244308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10061317/posts/default/113376126444244308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meakmeak.blogspot.com/2005/12/super-girlie-unlike-me.html' title='super girlie unlike me...'/><author><name>Meak Meak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14458656383218097563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10061317.post-113376110105682307</id><published>2005-12-05T13:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T13:38:33.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what they like about me....</title><summary type='text'>Guys Like That You're CharmingYou're the girl most guys can't get out of their headsEven if they met you on a bad hair day :-)You just seem to "click" with everyone you meetSo even if a guy forgets about you for a second... his friends haven't!What Do Guys Like About You?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meakmeak.blogspot.com/feeds/113376110105682307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10061317&amp;postID=113376110105682307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10061317/posts/default/113376110105682307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10061317/posts/default/113376110105682307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meakmeak.blogspot.com/2005/12/what-they-like-about-me.html' title='what they like about me....'/><author><name>Meak Meak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14458656383218097563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10061317.post-113351105881341616</id><published>2005-12-02T16:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T16:11:29.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>as playful as a....</title><summary type='text'>Men See You As PlayfulMen want a challenge and you are the perfect playmateYou know how to push men's buttons and attract a wide range of guysYou enjoy living and loving - it's one of your most attractive qualitiesMen are often consumed with desire for you, and you love that!How'&gt;http://ynr.blogthings.com/howdomenseeyouquiz/"&gt;How Do Men See You?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10061317.post-113334682365719778</id><published>2005-11-30T18:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T18:33:43.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no need to wash face liao..</title><summary type='text'>my colleague, lw, was teasing me today... cos he came by in the morning to give me oxox on both my cheeks.. hee! and she said the oxox noises he made were v loud... caught me by surprise and i wondered what he was doing when he put down his drinks and came around my desk.. but i handled it well and there was no bristles thie time.. thank goodness i'm sitting down.. if not, everyone else who's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meakmeak.blogspot.com/feeds/113334682365719778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10061317&amp;postID=113334682365719778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10061317/posts/default/113334682365719778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10061317/posts/default/113334682365719778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meakmeak.blogspot.com/2005/11/no-need-to-wash-face-liao.html' title='no need to wash face liao..'/><author><name>Meak Meak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14458656383218097563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10061317.post-113334652875982499</id><published>2005-11-30T18:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T18:28:48.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday to meak!</title><summary type='text'>on my hp and saw sms from moo.. also vm from him singing happy birthday to meak!! very sweet and happy... i havent written in the card i bought for him.. better do it soon...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meakmeak.blogspot.com/feeds/113334652875982499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10061317&amp;postID=113334652875982499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10061317/posts/default/113334652875982499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10061317/posts/default/113334652875982499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meakmeak.blogspot.com/2005/11/happy-birthday-to-meak.html' title='happy birthday to meak!'/><author><name>Meak Meak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14458656383218097563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
