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<pubDate>Thu, 08 Oct 2009 17:10:21 +0800</pubDate>
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&lt;p&gt;It has been a fantastic 2 weeks back home. Was able to catch up with the usual suspects I always want to hang out with when I come back - this was truly time well spent. Also found some long-lost friends - like my primary school friend who found me on facebook by going through profile photos of many many people with the same name (hmm guess I look pretty much like when I was a kid). And of course, I managed to do some shopping too (yes I saved up all my money to spend back here to boost the&amp;#8230;&lt;/p&gt;
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<pubDate>Tue, 07 Aug 2007 11:15:00 +0800</pubDate>
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&lt;p&gt;Saturday morning I was woken up by an SMS at 910am.&amp;nbsp; Decided that since I was up, I might as well go grab some breakfast at Mac’s.&amp;nbsp; I’ve been told that this is a Singaporean thing… that Singaporeans actually like Mac’s breakfast meals…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I do like their breakfast meals.&amp;nbsp; And their fries and McNuggets.&amp;nbsp; Don’t think much of their burgers though.&amp;nbsp; Anyway, by the time I was ready to go, I kinda had to book it to Macs because breakfast ends at 10am (as opposed to 11am in Singapore).&amp;nbsp; So I go there, squeeze in my order and then I’m at&amp;#8230;&lt;/p&gt;
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<pubDate>Tue, 09 Aug 2005 00:30:00 +0800</pubDate>
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&lt;p&gt;It has been raining for the past three days here. No storm, just a constant downpour. Sometimes heavy, sometimes it lightens up. But it has not seemed to stop. Not that I am complaining, it is a change, and I have been learning that I cannot take things for granted. What a contrast to Zhejiang. It has therefore also been cold these few nights and I snuggle deep under the comforter to stay warm. It does keep me snug, yet there is something really cold about sleeping in a hotel - it will never be a home.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; I have been thinking&amp;#8230;&lt;/p&gt;
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<pubDate>Fri, 22 Jul 2005 01:50:00 +0800</pubDate>
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&lt;p&gt;(By the time I post this, it will be Friday morning.&amp;nbsp; But all references to &quot;tonight&quot; actually mean Thursday night, and that makes 'tomorrow&quot; today i.e. Friday)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;It is my dad's birthday tomorrow and mom does not like to celebrate birthdays after the fact.&amp;nbsp; So, seeing as my brother would not be free tomorrow, we went out for dinner tonight.&amp;nbsp; No cake or anything, just making time to go out together for a meal.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Family dinners are usually on Sundays.&amp;nbsp; A home cooked meal.&amp;nbsp; Talk about things that happened during the week because we do not get to see each other&amp;#8230;&lt;/p&gt;
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<title>Cooking</title>
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<pubDate>Sat, 02 Jul 2005 23:55:00 +0800</pubDate>
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&lt;p&gt;Sarah and I stayed in the freshmen dorm throughout college, so cooking facilities were far and few between.&amp;nbsp; We took up dining plans for convenience&amp;nbsp;and to satisfy the occasional need to feast unhealthily, stock up on milk/ fruit/ bagels/ yoghurt/ OJ, or eat with freshmen (with way too huge a meal plan always).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I always believe that there should only be one woman in the kitchen, and between&amp;nbsp;Sarah and me, it was no contest.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;She&amp;nbsp;had so much in her favor - her italian background, instant pasta packs, yummy home recipes and&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;The Joy of Cooking&lt;/em&gt; (which is a&amp;#8230;&lt;/p&gt;
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<pubDate>Sun, 27 Mar 2005 23:25:00 +0800</pubDate>
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Sister Gill sold the family baby grand to Mr. and Mrs. Music. Today Mr. Music told sister gill and her sis that they found a &quot;treasure trove&quot; with the piano. It was the piano chair - it contained sister gill's and her sis' old piano books. Mr. Music told us about how he and his wife were so happy to find the books that they took them out and started playing. I saw the smile on his face - I could tell that they would be truly pleased when he realized they could keep the books.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Tonight I asked myself, What&amp;#8230;
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