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- Monday, October 21, 2013 @ 12:00 PM
I made the decision to reserve my opinions until the findings are out.  ST reported   today on Tammy's previous owner's conflicting statements.

ST Headlines 21/10/13 :
Owner stands by decision to put down dog
She says it was not wanted back, but her text messages tell different story

Source : http://www.straitstimes.com/premium/singapore/story/owner-stands-decision-put-down-dog-20131021

I'm so tempted to blog about this.

While some would just brush this incident aside with the mentality, "It's just a dog", the issue has developed into a huge controversy among many animals lovers here.  

Do correct me if I'm wrong but the following appear crystal clear in the writeup :

1) The owner did not honour her word (which I believe was also made in the form of a contract) with Ada Ong, Tammy's former caregiver.
2) She ignored Ada's text messages regarding Tammy's status and in fact lied to the latter and gone ahead to put the little innocent canine to sleep.
3) ST has yet to clarify The Animal's Clinic's protocol on euthanasia.

The accused family had expressed that they are now worried about threats from angry animal activists on their lives, especially their kids.  I fear more for the direct consequences of the parents on their children, who had been and will be subjected to unnecessary duress as a result of the former's lack of integrity, lies and absence of clear common sense.  They will now grow up and be known as the expat kids whose parents had murdered an innocent puppy when there was the simple alternative to return Tammy to her original caregiver.   Yes, I do admit that parenting is no walk in the park.  What I simply do not condone is irresponsible parents who send wrong messages to their children and in this case, their actions now beamed all over the media for the nation to devour.

I hope they learn their lesson.  I hope they apologise - if not for their sake, Tammy's but for their kids' sanity.   This is not just an appeal for justice for Tammy but also for the robbed innocence of young children through dysfunctional parenting which is so common among educated families in a highly stressful city like ours.

I hope we will all move on with a clearer appreciation of animals' rightful co-existence in our highly competitive society that has little tolerance for mistakes and those that stand in the way of its relentless pursuit for excellence and success.  I hope that the authorities will scrutinise animal rights with the measure they do to the welfare of foreign workers, the elderly and the handicap and that the people in power will tighten all inconsistent and discriminatory practices within the industry.

That would be my Martin Luther dream, of course, for our 4-legged creatures in Singapore.




Owner stands by decision to put down dog

She says it was not wanted back, but her text messages tell different story

Tammy was put down on Oct 7. -- PHOTO: COURTESY OF PRISCILLA TAN

A WOMAN who had her seven- month-old mongrel Tammy put down for aggression has defended her decision, claiming the person she got it from did not want to take it back.
Ms Alison McElwee, who was criticised for ignoring the rehomer's pleas to return it, said in a statement: "The rehomer suggested placing (Tammy) in a long- term boarding home" and "did not want to take (it) back".
She alleged that Tammy bit her four-year-old daughter and two adults.
Ms McElwee said the "difficult decision" was made after "considering the safety of (her) two young children and the quality of life Tammy would have in a long-term boarding home". Tammy was put down on Oct 7.
However, Tammy's rehomer Ada Ong, 35, dismissed Ms McElwee's claim as "impossible", citing texts and the adoption agreement signed by Ms McElwee on June 1.
The agreement obtained by The Straits Times states that Ms Ong had to be notified if Tammy could not be cared for.
Ms Ong said: "I said I'll take Tammy back no matter what. But as she was almost full-grown, I would have to board Tammy until a new home was found. She said she would discuss the matter with her husband before telling me when I can take Tammy back."
This took place in the first week of October. On Oct 6, Ms Ong sent Ms McElwee a text message asking if Tammy could be sterilised before boarding. There was no reply.
Ms Cathy Strong, founder of Animal Lovers League (Pets Villa) where Tammy was to be boarded, confirmed that Ms Ong had approached her.
"I only asked that the dog be vaccinated and sterilised first," Ms Strong said. "Why would Ada ask if she could board Tammy if she had refused to take her back?"
On Oct 8, Ms McElwee told Ms Ong via text message that she had found "somewhere" for Tammy and that "she left yesterday afternoon". She also said that the family "will not put (Tammy) in boarding, so we found her a new home". Ms Ong was then told to "leave it at that".
A worried Ms Ong made two trips to the McElwees' Clementi home on Oct 8 and 9 before discovering that Tammy had been put down days earlier.
She posted Tammy's story on Facebook on Oct 11, and it has since been shared 900 times.
The McElwees stated that they "regret the uproar this episode has caused" and are "concerned by the reaction from certain members of the public".
The statement added: "They ask that the public respect their perspective and stop threatening their and their children's safety - whether in person or online."

Pet euthanasia: Who decides, and why

Published on Oct 21, 2013



PET euthanasia is proving a grey area for some veterinarians, with only a general code of ethics and their own judgment guiding their assessments.
While all clinics The Straits Times spoke to said they generally euthanise animals only when treatment fails to relieve their suffering, many said they accept requests to euthanise aggressive pets posing a danger to owners.
These cases are assessed on their own merit, they said.
Protocol for animal euthanasia was called into question after the recent death of seven-month-old mongrel Tammy. Its owner and a vet at The Animal Clinic deemed it to be aggressive - a claim disputed by furious animal lovers.
The clinic's managing director, Dr Lennie Lee, who has come under pressure to reveal its euthanasia protocol, told The Straits Times it will put down aggressive pets that "become a threat to the safety and lives" of humans and when behavioural therapy and treatments have not succeeded.
At the Animal Recovery Centre, an animal is put to sleep only if it has "no hope of rescue" medically. Director Jean-Paul Ly said: "Killing an animal, no matter how nicely, is still taking away a life."
Amber Vet's principal surgeon, Dr Brian Loon, noted there are often times "where the decision is grey both for the owner and veterinarian". He added that each case has to be individually assessed.
The same approach is taken at Namly Animal Clinic which has, on rare occasions, accepted requests to euthanise dogs found to be aggressive and dangerous.
One of its vets, who declined to be named, said: "If you refuse, where does the dog go? Some place them in a shelter, but would their quality of life be considered good... in a small kennel?"
Dr Daniel Sing of Toa Payoh Vets added: "Once an owner is bent on it, it is difficult to persuade them otherwise."
Vets do not take the decision lightly and always consider the backgrounds of the owners and pets. In some cases, said Namly Animal Clinic, the owners have trained their dog, yet it continues to endanger them.
A code of ethics for vets issued by the Agri-Food and Veterinary Authority (AVA) and posted on both its website and that of the Singapore Veterinary Association (SVA) states that euthanasia must be considered "to prevent unnecessary suffering" to an animal.
The code is "vague" and open to different interpretations, said Dr Ly. The SVA did not respond to media queries.
An AVA spokesman said pets are euthanised for various reasons, such as to alleviate their suffering, or if they are aggressive. "The decision to euthanise a pet is made by its owner after consulting a vet... The vet must examine the animal and assess that euthanasia is necessary."
Seven animal welfare groups including Action for Singapore Dogs (ASD) have drafted a set of guidelines for pet euthanasia.
ASD president Ricky Yeo said: "Consent must be sought between different parties - the shelter from which a dog was adopted or the dog trainer - before an animal is put down for aggression."
BACKGROUND STORY

AGREEMENT NEEDED
“Consent must be sought between different parties – the shelter from which a dog was adopted or the dog trainer – before an animal is put down for aggression.”
– Action for Singapore Dogs president Ricky Yeo. The animal welfare group has drafted guidelines for pet euthanasia

LIFE LOST
“Killing an animal, no matter how nicely, is still taking away a life.”
– Animal Recovery Centre director Jean-Paul Ly

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Stomped - Tuesday, September 3, 2013 @ 8:12 AM
I think the unimaginable.
My new FB canine befrienders suggested it.
Yes, they have been STOMPED.

Stanley sorely misses `sisters' Sprite & Spunky.
3 Sep 2013


They had gone missing overnight on 24/8, Saturday along Flower Road (Kovan area) while the owner was overseas. Both Jack Russell Terriers were adopted and are extremely friendly with people.


A Spunky lookalike (above) was spotted around Lentor Loop off Yio Chu Kang in the middle of the following week. It is possible that the slimmer feisty explorer had separated from her doting and more dominant sister, Sprite, might have reached that area by now.


The older Sprite sometimes suffers from periodic fits which will safely run its course on its own or when cuddled and the very affectionate Spunky will lick her sister non-stop to assure her that everything will be alright.

 Kindly contact Stanley Ho at 93388547 if you have spotted or taken in any of these lovely girls.



More pics of Sprite & Spunky can be found here:

https://www.facebook.com/stanleyah/media_set?set=a.86742715904.79459.584285904&type=3

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Furry Friend - Monday, September 2, 2013 @ 10:15 AM
A tiny furry body appeared outside my neighbor's fence. From where I was during a commercial break from the Ellen Show, I bolted from my seat to get a better view.

It was a chocolate brown poodle. She paused for a moment, staring past the gate as if anticipating a friend to greet her. Taking a few more steps, she soon arrived at the gate to my residence.

A gentle middle aged lady was at the end of the leesh.  She allowed four paws to pause as long as the latter required infront of my gate.

By this time, I was standing at the threshold of my house and watching the proceedings, hands clutching the Life! section of the morning's papers.  Be still my beating heart.  

The gentle poodle sniffed a little here and there at the gate.  Then it looked up and noticed my presence at a distance.  Our eyes met briefly before she continued to survey the garden.

The owner flashed a smile at me.  I returned her gesture as best as I could.  Perhaps they could sense that something was amiss - some bubbly friends missing from the picture.  Perhaps their morning walk was a little incomplete too.

Soon, the little one trotted along and was on her way.  

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'just dogs' - Saturday, August 31, 2013 @ 8:17 PM
I heard some yelping earlier on my prowl-jog ard my estate. At some points along my route, I called out their names in the hope, just the slightest possibility that they, having been taken in by some neighbors, would hear me and come rushing to the door/gate with my daily multiple tireless dose of JRT fervor.

I stood opposite Kovan Residences, aching my ears to find some familiarity in that cry that had echoed across the stretch of tarmac. I actually called out repeatedly : Sprite! Spunky! I stood there and heard what sounded like a reply or a regular sad refrain from a bored canine in the captivity of a flat. Drivers slowed down and peered at the direction where I was staring - no where specific as I was not able to spot any enthusiasm among the pocket units sprawling before me. Tossing between glimmering hope, growing despair and even a mercurial coagulation of acceptance of reality, I called out in vain to empty wounded yelping with no sighting of any tiny spirit out there. Finally I walked off.

It was tough. It was rough - all too razer raw to contain within.

At a quiet spot by a huge drain, the myraid of what if-s reared their ugly heads to mock me. Think it's easy to man up and let go of 'just dogs'? The world would stop to rake through a hay stack if a human child goes missing. I'm thankful for strangers and some friends who stood by to encourage the heart. But this devastation is perhaps more overwhelming than putting January to sleep years ago. I headed home trying to make sense of all of this.

Sprite and Spunky are NOT 'just dogs'.

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SPRITE & SPUNKY MISSING - @ 3:19 PM

SPRITE & SPUNKY MISSING 














Hi. My 2 girls have gone missing from the house last Sunday while I am overseas. They are both Jack Russell Terriers and are extremely friendly. Posters have been put up by my cousin around the Kovan area (34 Flower Road). We have also contacted SPCA and AVA. 

More pics of Sprite&Spunky can be found here:
https://www.facebook.com/stanleyah/media_set?set=a.86742715904.79459.584285904&type=3

If anyone has any sightings of them, please contact myself (93388547). Appreciate!

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EDM - Saturday, July 13, 2013 @ 4:24 PM
It had been an all consuming experience.  There was already a queue formed just past 10pm and it snaked around a corner to the entrance.  Pockets of young people had already gathered around the scattered tables nearby littered with drinks bought from a bar just steps away.  Fortunately, the queue at that time was no weekend Causeway traffic jam.  In fact, it surged forward in throbs.

Soon I had reached the first checkpoint.  Perhaps it was my youthful looks that had masked my age, I was thankful that I had brought along my driver's license which I had to surrender to the staff at the entrance.   Being away from the local clubbing scene - all nearly 15-20 years, my initial mild jitters made me drop that piece of plastic in front of the young man - because I had expected him to receive it from me to inspect the fine details.  He did not.  A polite apology emerged from his end and I hurried along to join my party gang at the cashier ahead.

Half mumbling to myself for having misplaced or cancelled my Citibank Clear Card which gives free entrance to Zouk, I fished out 52 in notes and got back 20 in change.  That could have been 2 drinks (on that 1 for 1 offer with any Citibank card!).  Oh well...

Here comes the part which had roused excitement as a teen in the past - getting inked.  My clumsy attempt to turn the forearm because I had forgotten where the invisible reentry stamp should go was met with more smiles from another staff member who quickly held my hand and did his thing.  Oh yeah.  I had been officially re-inducted into the clubbing world!

While some will frown and associate such venues as wastelands of the soul and where decrepit values are played out in full gory, I had visited this famous watering hole on our Little Red Dot just to get a sense of  how the scene has evolved and how our Generation Z are behaving in these zones.  I was in for a very pleasant surprise.

The interconnected bar room, the individual Phuture and Zouk dance areas and toilet cum rest areas were jam packed.  Not surprising at all on a Friday night.  There was no pushing or shoving involved.  Once again, you hear quick apologies rising from the youths with their merry friends when a feet or body part had been misappropriated by accident.  As the alcohol flowed into the night, even while being 'high', many continued their polite shuffle like minions in full swing - smiles included.  Everywhere, there are crowd controllers who wave their tiny torches to illuminate darker regions and supervise the fluid throngs.  I did not feel unsafe at any point, except perhaps that of my weakening resistance against more drinks and the tingling numbing of my mind and senses as a result.  But I was in the safe hands of the one in charge of re-initiating me, a friend.



My favourite dance floor is still that of Zouk.  EDM or Electronic Dance Music pumped from surround speakers in deafening hi-fidelity mode - the way I like it and I had joked to one of them in my group - what I can no longer do at the family home.  The familiar house tunes I had rocked to in weekly Body Jam classes - when they magically appear - roused me from the deadening stupor induced by the alcohol in my system.   You dance to enjoy the music which energises you.  And you rehydrate yourself with more drinks. I no longer miss the R&B Hip Hop sensuality marooning the individuals at the Phuture dance floor.  It was body to body EDM at Zouk or nothing else for me.   Well, unless the group prefers to migrate elsewhere periodically, usually prompted by the female member or the need to pee.  There may be few pockets of space to do your Beyonce choreography, party goers will scale steps or very limited elevated platforms to secure more airplay.  It was fun to watch these higher beings wave their things in the air like they just don't care.  Once again, everyone was incredibly polite.  Groups surround their female friends or partners in protective fashion or perhaps to prevent other hunters from poaching them for the night.

The thing about EDM is that it consumes you very much like waht alcohol does to your system - in a good way if you enjoy this genre of music.  Throbbing.  Hypnotising.  Satisfying.  And when the bassier tones gnarls and screams that spiraling break into the next high - one just flows in sweet surrender with the music.

And you wonder why some individuals fall asleep in lectures and tutorials.  I did that during a monotonous Maths lecture during my JC days.  What of secondary school kids?   Why are some finding it hard to pay attention in classes?   Forget the console and mobile games most of them play with nowadays.  The increasing obssession with EDM among the younger ones has issued the same challenge to adult in parenting roles.  The music engages all the senses in the body - fuelled by alcohol in clubs - there is truly no competition.  It is no surprise therefore that youths these days are almost crippled without music while doing their homework.  I am one such ADHD kid perhaps?  Keeping in mind the musical culture of the youths today, what can educators do more to interact with the Generation Z in our classes?  Or have we set up walls of indifference and discrimination against the elements of youth culture and inadvertantly set the young up for mediocre performance and possibly even failure academically?  What can we learn from organisations such as some modern churches and youth-centric businesses that have stepped up to accept these trends , and mimic in their strategies the all consuming experience that youths enjoy from gaming and clubbing?  Or do some of us continue to demonise the next big thing while guarding our old outdated communication strategies?

The other thing about hormonal urges and puberty with the young - under the overpowering influence of EDM and alcohol, do we understand the war that is waged in the minds of the young in these clubs?  I am almost twice the age of most clubbers last night.  Almost.  Not old yet.  Get that straight.  :)  I had to consciously redefine that next-high barrier which continued to be vaporise with each new drink passed on to me as part of the initiation process.  A female member in my group teased me about my friend's agenda to get me drunk for the night.  I dared him to tinker against my resistance.  I was thankful to have been made high but not drunk or passed out.  The bravado dares that go on throughout the night among the young.  Outrageous you may think?  The floating sensation as you drift from one hall to another cave was beautifully sublime and I was sure that was the reason why many had smiles on their faces - the drinks were doing what they were made to effect and mask all else - almost.  What about hormonal urges for someone in his or her early twenties?  Or is there even an age barrier when it comes to urges?  The rage against alcohol and urges must be a battle I had long forgotten - that is not to say, I was not the least bit tempted.  I guess if you keep good and safe company when you club, that would be a useful strategy.  I was told that individuals do hunt in packs and then break off for solo missions to mate and hopefully not procreate.  These the outside and those in ivory towers frown upon, but being there again on the troubled seas, I have developed a renewed appreciation for the need to set clear boundaries and say NO to intruders - drinks, hormones and foreign bodies.

What battles are our youths fighting these days?   Why do some flee into these enclosed spaces to escape their already very stressful worlds outside?  Do we ponder over these issues or quickly dismiss them and turn to quick fixes under the guise of solutions?

These waterholes are here to stay and I think I would like my periodic EDM dance floor fix after last night's re-initiation. The solution is not in wagging tongues and judgemental attitudes.

Is there even a solution?


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- Thursday, April 12, 2012 @ 12:29 PM

My daily morning XXOOs from Sprite and Spunky (not in the frame).  They become leaping junkies the moment they saw me approach the door separating the house and the garden.  I was balancing my Nokia on one hand while patting them with my left, so the accidental blurry effect turned out quite nice really - after some minor touch-ups on a picture app.

I wrote this the other day on Facebook. :
Though my dogs may never not be my god, they never fail to make me feel like one all the time.
P.S.  Don't wait til the next tsunami to tell your loved ones how much you care. :) 

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Discipline vs Desire - Tuesday, April 10, 2012 @ 11:06 PM

WARNING!  The following may pose some serious gastronomical threat to some readers.

After that great workout, you walk past the pastry shop and it hits you.  For me, it was the sheer quantity and variety of bread stuff out there on display -  the colours, the texture, the shapes but thankfully, none of the aroma of freshly baked bread.


I hear of friends going weak at their knees at the sight of the tart or that croissant.  Fortunately, I am not a fan of pastry.  But I could not resist snapping a picture of the display with my handphone.  It dawned to me then that I must not let my cravings sabotage my exercise plan - no food after 830pm.  I choose DISCIPLINE.  Well, at least for today!

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Stuck - Monday, April 9, 2012 @ 9:29 PM

My thoughts went from bugger traffic to the minutes I watched tickled by on the digital display on the dashboard to the gym class that I might be late for and the mind went on an infinite loop.  The snarling traffic created by a massive pylon heading towards Bishan was enough to drive you mad, literally! 

I was caught in the horrendous evening traffic the week before on the way to a gym class.  But there was this gorgeous sunset right before me.   I was so caught up with the traffic around me that I had ignored blazing beauty before my eyes until it hit me - THE BALL OF FIRE IS TRULY FREAKING AWESOME!  So I pulled my breaks, cranked down the window and leaned out my Nokia 800 as far as my hand could go and went trigger happy.  Thinking back, I should have just climbed on top of my car and have a picnic there!  I mean, the whole world was stuck in traffic.  What's there to worry about drivers around me judging me on the sanity spectrum?  I did this again twice (no, I remained in the car) after the traffic inched forward.  The bliss - priceless. 

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undie birdie! - Friday, March 23, 2012 @ 10:17 AM

Watch that birdie!  This expression, according to Phrase Finder, is
"usually given to children to get them to face in the right direction for a photographic portrait, unlike 'say cheese', did refer to an actual object. The 'birdies' were animated props that could be made to squawk or warble and so attract a child's attention."
The above phrase fluttered past my consciousness together with the following flock of pictures in today's Straits Times.


According to the report, a 29-year-old teacher discovered the nest of the olive-backed sunbird two weeks ago and "decided to let it be".   Now that the eggs had hatched in a "unique nest" inside his (?) briefs on Monday night, one truly wonders how long the educator usually hangs his laundry out to dry.  


No doubt sufficient enough for the adult sunbird to build a complete nest within a pair of undie!   Being a former educator myself, I reckoned that the ceaseless markings, meetings, counselling and a host of other tasks must help explain this regular (?) neglect of one's laundry, especially those precious delicates.  I hope the items are sanitised again before they are worn!

But I am all for living in harmony with nature.  This chap even went out on the limb and sent pictures of his eco-extension to the Bird Ecology Study Group, a local bird study group.  Kudos to his unabashed hanging of "questionably" dirty laundry out to dry with fringe shoe-box benefits to the undie birdie!
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We're all infected - Tuesday, March 20, 2012 @ 8:42 AM
"We're all infected."  Those words of revelation splattered from the protagonist, Rick's, mouth sent chills down the rickety spines of the survivors.  The CDC's worst-case scenario prediction - the infection is in every person - has come to pass.  You no longer  need a bite or a chomp from one of the undead.  Once you die, you simply become one of them.  You join the ranks of the living dead.     


No one is truly safe now.  The farm that was supposed to protect the survivors had been run over by walkers. There is no safe house anywhere anymore.  Perhaps the one who had his world turned upside down was Hershel as he watched his refuge go up in flames.  His sardonic reference to the promise of the "resurrection of the dead" only added fuel to the fire of the desolation of the survivors.  Unless salvation arrives soon, they too will join the ranks of the horde - the walking dead.


As the finale rolled out in pure gore and desperation, I cannot help but think that the death motifs are akin to and beautiful tributes to the religious concepts of sin and the hopelessness of the human condition.


Walking Dead Season 3 will only be out in the fall.  I only pray to stay alive that long to catch its release.
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shell - Tuesday, March 6, 2012 @ 8:30 PM

This arrived the next day after I'd placed an online order at yournamecard.com yesterday!  So pleased with the matching colours between the actual product and the design I'd worked on on the site itself.  Some folks have not been this blessed with their cards I heard.  

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Mondays - Monday, March 5, 2012 @ 10:30 AM
I have 2 Jack Russells at home who simply make every day a NON-MONDAY!




And yes! They are my super-dogs!

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what people say - Saturday, March 3, 2012 @ 10:25 AM

A blessing to do what I do!

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solitary walker - Friday, March 2, 2012 @ 5:52 PM
He was glad it was all over.  My buddy came back for me.  These words rang clear in his mind.  I was not left to fend the bastards on my own.  

The sun was setting.  He looked out of the window.  There it was again - the solitary walker.  Trudging through the fields of gold, the undead rebelled against the forces of nature and thrived, alone.

Alone.  He was not going to fight that battle anymore.

inspired from
The Walking Dead 2.10
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body repair - Wednesday, February 29, 2012 @ 10:27 AM
If you lose just 5% of body weight,
your body will start repairing itself!

~ Dr. Oz, 2011

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rise - Tuesday, February 28, 2012 @ 8:00 PM

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- Monday, February 27, 2012 @ 3:30 PM

The BMW 6 Series Coupe that I had a chance to ride in with a friend who's writing a review for it
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The cost of a new 3room hdb flat. :)


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Aunt Carol - @ 8:54 AM

Discovered this amazing Asian trainer, Jay, at a BodyJAM class yesterday at Orchard branch.  The session was intense but he taught us some swell MTV moves.  

Then I came across Aunt Carol on Ellen.  If she has the moves at her age, I really have no excuse not to work harder at the chereography at the JAM classes!  

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siesta - Friday, February 24, 2012 @ 6:30 PM

That thing you do on a scorching afternoon.

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