<?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-5753442</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:28:11.088-07:00</updated><title type='text'>gunk under my nails</title><subtitle type='html'>After a long day, I decided to have a close look at my fingernails.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acetylcholine.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753442/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acetylcholine.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>acetylcholine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00265369857798412443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753442.post-111453513810134172</id><published>2005-04-26T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T10:29:37.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>From today I declare a longstanding feud with TGI Fridays, the Subang Parade one, in particular, and even more in particular the duty manager on tonight. His name is Fabian.We were celebrating the birthdays of Karen and Sook Yee. Kenny Chia had reserved a table for 10.I was the earliest to arrive. Touting a sling bag on my shoulder, Fujifilm s6000 around my neck, a potted plant in a plastic bag </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753442/posts/default/111453513810134172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753442/posts/default/111453513810134172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acetylcholine.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111453513810134172' title=''/><author><name>acetylcholine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00265369857798412443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753442.post-109905661970732965</id><published>2004-10-29T06:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-29T06:30:19.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Last Sunday was Gloriously Hot, Fabulously Bright.Tong walked out the door into the sunshine that morning to go to work."Dammit. Every time I go to work, it's sunny. Everytime I don't have work, it rains," he said. I agreed sympathetically.A few hours later Nikko came by. Both of us stood at the sliding glass door, watching Troy. Troy was lying in the glow of the small strip of sun which was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753442/posts/default/109905661970732965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753442/posts/default/109905661970732965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acetylcholine.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109905661970732965' title=''/><author><name>acetylcholine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00265369857798412443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753442.post-109754740297489722</id><published>2004-10-11T16:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-11T19:16:42.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yesterday I bravely rode a bicycle to Oakleigh.I went through a checklist before peddling off.HelmetCheck. I found a nice purple one while rummaging through an old cupboard. It had 'tyrant' printed on both sides. Blew off the dust and placed it on my head carefully like a diamond tiara. It was a few sizes too large, which made me look very much like a mushroom. Whenever I moved it wobbled </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753442/posts/default/109754740297489722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753442/posts/default/109754740297489722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acetylcholine.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109754740297489722' title=''/><author><name>acetylcholine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00265369857798412443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753442.post-107765121390634345</id><published>2004-02-24T11:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-29T20:10:55.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh! Who lives in a pineapple under the sea? SPONGEBOB SQUAREPANTS!Absorbent and yellow and porous is he! SPONGEBOB SQUAREPANTS!If nautical nonsense be something you wish... SPONGEBOB SQUAREPANTS!Then drop on the deck and flop like a fish! SPONGEBOB SQUAREPANTS!Ready? SPONGEBOB SQUAREPANTS!SPONGEBOB SQUAREPANTS!SPONGEBOB SQUAREPANTS!SpongeBob.... SquarePants! haha. (excerpted</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753442/posts/default/107765121390634345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753442/posts/default/107765121390634345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acetylcholine.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107765121390634345' title=''/><author><name>acetylcholine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00265369857798412443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753442.post-107764208564081650</id><published>2004-02-24T09:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-24T09:03:26.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Why is premarital sex such a big deal to the Christian faith?Growing up in Sunday School I learnt about pleasant things like rainbows and God's love. Come puberty I attended youth groups with pimply gawks like myself. There we addressed this whole issue of boys and girls and yada yada yada."Ah, now I know everyone has been waiting for this part," a facilitator with slightly buck teeth beamed </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753442/posts/default/107764208564081650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753442/posts/default/107764208564081650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acetylcholine.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107764208564081650' title=''/><author><name>acetylcholine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00265369857798412443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753442.post-107759815618640558</id><published>2004-02-23T20:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-23T20:52:54.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It was breakfast over roti canai last Sunday morning.Papa, mama and me.Papa and I were discussing the merits of cabbage juices as a method of permanent gastric pain healing. The roti man delivered our orders. Papa asked them to ta pau four more to go. We resumed our discussion. Mama sat there, chewing thoughtfully. After some 10 minutes or so, she broke into the conversation. "We are all </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753442/posts/default/107759815618640558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753442/posts/default/107759815618640558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acetylcholine.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107759815618640558' title=''/><author><name>acetylcholine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00265369857798412443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753442.post-107250558736950453</id><published>2003-12-26T22:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-26T22:14:09.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>When I am 60 years old and surrounded by respectful grandchildren, I want to know that I earned that respect. I don't want them smiling politely merely because I'm old and haven't got long to live, but because I've achieved something in my life that rocks them, shakes them, thumps them... impresses them.But that is not my main reason for wanting to travel the world on as few RM as possible. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753442/posts/default/107250558736950453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753442/posts/default/107250558736950453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acetylcholine.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107250558736950453' title=''/><author><name>acetylcholine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00265369857798412443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753442.post-106597466156036710</id><published>2003-10-12T09:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-12T09:04:21.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I hate being sick.Today is Sunday. I've been sick since Monday. That makes it 6 days, just about the longest I've been sick in my life exlcuding chicken pox and mental ailments (my mental state has been a lifelong affliction).Many people think that I am a woman of principles because I refuse to take medication. Sometimes my fever gets so high I could fry an egg on my forehead and warm up a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753442/posts/default/106597466156036710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753442/posts/default/106597466156036710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acetylcholine.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106597466156036710' title=''/><author><name>acetylcholine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00265369857798412443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753442.post-106524139607257759</id><published>2003-10-03T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-03T21:23:16.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It has been raining for 36 hours straight here. I imagine engorged waves clawing feverishly into the shores of the island where we live. The lake which my window overlooks is already overflowing. It's called Tasik Harapan. There is an abandoned shack on the edge of the waters, with large trees nearby. They're half submerged now. The bridge which connects the walking path Pulau Harapan in the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753442/posts/default/106524139607257759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753442/posts/default/106524139607257759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acetylcholine.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106524139607257759' title=''/><author><name>acetylcholine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00265369857798412443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753442.post-106519637482312565</id><published>2003-10-03T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-03T08:55:52.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The wind was howling like the very devil. It had been nearly 48 hours since the heavens loosed her furies on the island, making the oceans around it rise violently, threatening to wash away its shores bit by menacing bit.Six women huddled in the small apartment while all nature raged just outside the thin walls which afforded them shelter.  ___________The creaking sliding door was closed. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753442/posts/default/106519637482312565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753442/posts/default/106519637482312565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acetylcholine.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106519637482312565' title=''/><author><name>acetylcholine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00265369857798412443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753442.post-106299170604962466</id><published>2003-09-07T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-07T20:28:26.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Eaters of the scum of the ocean: crabs, shellfish.Eater of the eaters of the scum of the ocean: Me.Emily and Sharon fasted lunch in anticipation of a scrumptious seafood dinner. At 5.50pm, we started walking out to the sidegate, where we were supposed to meet at 6pm. I was dressed in a grey tank top and shorts. I stepped into the university compounds. A moustached man, standing very straight</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753442/posts/default/106299170604962466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753442/posts/default/106299170604962466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acetylcholine.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106299170604962466' title=''/><author><name>acetylcholine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00265369857798412443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753442.post-106243411227914314</id><published>2003-09-01T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-01T09:38:52.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Maxis raised international SMS charges from 15 cents to 50 cents.  Having learnt math for 12 years under a comprehensive education system, I'd say that's a 600% increase.I found this out through The Star, the people's paper.A full page ad on page 19, blinding colours, headlines blaring "Maxis Premium IDD and SMS, now at lower rates!" (font size 180, arial black) Three models, each looking </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753442/posts/default/106243411227914314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753442/posts/default/106243411227914314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acetylcholine.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106243411227914314' title=''/><author><name>acetylcholine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00265369857798412443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
