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A Word-Smith's Substance (old): 11/23/2003 - 11/30/2003
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A Word-Smith's Substance (old). An expression of things that randomly pop into the area in the north of my physical being that I like to call my analytic-box. Saturday, November 29, 2003. Did you know. that prawns are the cockroaches of the sea? That's one of the interesting facts I found out during my volunteer guide training at Sungei Buloh Wetland Reserve, in preparation for the SBWR 10th Anniversary Walk to happen on Sunday Dec 7. Posted by Patricea Chow-Capodieci @ 20:29. Sunday, November 23, 2003.
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A Word-Smith's Substance (old): 11/16/2003 - 11/23/2003
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A Word-Smith's Substance (old). An expression of things that randomly pop into the area in the north of my physical being that I like to call my analytic-box. Saturday, November 22, 2003. Posted by Patricea Chow-Capodieci @ 21:36. Friday, November 21, 2003. When people find out that I’m a writer, they immediately become extremely interested in me. You get to attend loads of parties and events, eat and drink for free, and even meet famous celebrities! On the other hand, these perks can be seen as bribes f...
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A Word-Smith's Substance (old): Politics at work
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A Word-Smith's Substance (old). An expression of things that randomly pop into the area in the north of my physical being that I like to call my analytic-box. Wednesday, May 26, 2004. It has been an interesting time for me in the office, especially the developments of the previous two weeks. First, a quick update about my work environment. It's all terribly exciting and interesting. However, the real drama happens within the office, among the staff. Some of you may recall the entry. Personally, I feel th...
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A Word-Smith's Substance (old): That's just me!
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A Word-Smith's Substance (old). An expression of things that randomly pop into the area in the north of my physical being that I like to call my analytic-box. Saturday, May 22, 2004. Why do people have the impression that just because I head out to dance clubs every weekend, I have to be a loose girl who doesn't mind unknown guys hugging me or jumping into bed with them on the first meeting? I'm not a prude. I'm comfortable with them because we know the boundaries of our relationship - we're friends and ...
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A Word-Smith's Substance (old): 12/07/2003 - 12/14/2003
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A Word-Smith's Substance (old). An expression of things that randomly pop into the area in the north of my physical being that I like to call my analytic-box. Saturday, December 13, 2003. Disclaimer: This is based on my personal encounter and my remarks apply to just the individuals mentioned below. No generalisations are made, as I do know that it only takes one bad apple to spoil the whole crop. I normally don’t head out on Friday nights but I decided to support Kervin (Singapore Found@ Thirst. For tho...
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A Word-Smith's Substance (old): 11/30/2003 - 12/07/2003
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A Word-Smith's Substance (old). An expression of things that randomly pop into the area in the north of my physical being that I like to call my analytic-box. Saturday, December 06, 2003. I just returned from a four-hour Armin van Buuren. And another hour of Mauro Picotto at Centro. It was a crazy trance-filled night. At Zouk, Armin dished out Paul van Dyk. Kimi, Zhen Han and myself. While the night turned out well (we discussed some stuff related to our site. I’d managed to block off feelings of lonelin...
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A Word-Smith's Substance (old): I look like trash but I'm worth my weight in gold
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A Word-Smith's Substance (old). An expression of things that randomly pop into the area in the north of my physical being that I like to call my analytic-box. Friday, May 28, 2004. I look like trash but I'm worth my weight in gold. Posted by Patricea Chow-Capodieci @ 18:17. At 5/28/2004 8:21 pm. At 5/29/2004 3:47 pm. Ubud, Bali, Indonesia. View my complete profile. My first business venture. New low in bad service. Does friendship have a price? Zircon Gov. Pawn Starz. Soulful Music for Funky People.
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A Word-Smith's Substance (old): 12/28/2003 - 01/04/2004
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A Word-Smith's Substance (old). An expression of things that randomly pop into the area in the north of my physical being that I like to call my analytic-box. Thursday, January 01, 2004. A new start to the New Year. Happy New Year everyone! Wishing you better health, happiness and peace. The way I said goodbye to 2003 and welcomed the New Year was quiet too. What a difference from how I welcomed 2003! But, I couldn’t recall what I did! I feel good about 2004. I’m unusually upbeat for someone who’s go...
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A Word-Smith's Substance (old): 11/02/2003 - 11/09/2003
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A Word-Smith's Substance (old). An expression of things that randomly pop into the area in the north of my physical being that I like to call my analytic-box. Sunday, November 02, 2003. Finally Sunday. But then again, it's back to work tomorrow. Another month of churning out articles for another issue of the magazine. Sigh. Maybe it's because it's been a tough week? But all in all, it was interesting even though the crowd wasn't what I expected it to be. Posted by Patricea Chow-Capodieci @ 00:22. Random ...
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Goat guys go to Heaven: May 2007
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Goat guys go to Heaven. Bad guys go to Phuket. Tuesday, 29 May 2007. I was probably overreacting in my last post at the end but ya know, I was riling coz my poor baby bird got treated bad by some hawkers at some Halal coffeeshop in Bugis the night before for no particular reason. There she was all exhausted after her gym session, I know coz I was on the phone with her prior. The last time she had something to eat was probably at lunch ten hours back. She always. Ahem, so anyway. But she asked me to relax...
