<?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-17259703</id><updated>2011-05-06T06:05:03.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17259703/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17259703/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>xinbean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01228343759968028750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1STYX3yYld0/SJA4SFHRIpI/AAAAAAAABxs/THBbouqcFP8/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>453</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17259703.post-22614468356806081</id><published>2008-07-29T03:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T03:44:07.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>._.&lt;br /&gt;i smell people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17259703-22614468356806081?l=unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com/feeds/22614468356806081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17259703&amp;postID=22614468356806081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17259703/posts/default/22614468356806081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17259703/posts/default/22614468356806081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>xinbean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01228343759968028750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1STYX3yYld0/SJA4SFHRIpI/AAAAAAAABxs/THBbouqcFP8/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17259703.post-4151601558752232936</id><published>2008-07-18T00:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T01:11:03.111-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i am a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;coward&lt;br /&gt;it has become apparent that i have a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;low threshold for pain. that's odd, considering i once spent around 2 months in agony that up till today, makes my stomach clench when i think about it. you'd think that all those months, plus my monthly dose of cramps should make me a superwoman to pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;evidently that's not how it works. on my one day off (which i might add i was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;really &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;looking forward to) i woke up in much pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a few days ago i was walking, and i slipped (note to self: do not wear flats with soles that are completely worn beyond hope) and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;scraped my knee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in my head i was like: $#@% it HURTS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, it's really not as monumental as i made it out to be but it's just been so long since i scraped my knee (or fell for that matter) and so i just panicked. truth be told i noticed that a dark spot of blood had appeared on my stocking after i worked up the courage to look at it. but i was at uni, and it really wasn't the best time to peel off my stockings and check. so i just left it, and limped around for the rest of the day costume shopping, going round the city, and then dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when i got home, when i peeled the stocking off (yes i actually had to peel it off coz the fabric had stuck itself into the blood) i stared in morbid fascination at wound. ._. it was kinda oozy by then, and some blood had like congealed around the sides. (I AM BLEEDING TO DEATH I TELL YOUUUU)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i swear sometimes i think i am retarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still couldn't decide what to do with it. so i just left it. got called a wuss and was later convinced to dab a wet tissue and clean the stocking fibres off it.. (gross)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway to cut the story short, it's infected and now my knee is mildly swollen :(&lt;br /&gt;i seriously don't know how kids can do this all the time, and i REALLY don't remember knee scrapes hurting as much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although from memory, scab peeling is FUN. heee. now i wait in anticipation for my knee to heal so i can pick the scab! in the meantime i sit incapacitated by my knee injury, plus my cramps, and so i'm not doing work. despite having a List.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how come when we're kids we fall and pick ourselves up and just go right on and keep on falling and picking ourselves up and learning and growing..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then as we grow older each fall hurts so much more ._.? and it's so much harder to pick yourself up and keep going...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how come i was braver then as a kid and now, ten years later, i'm always scared?&lt;br /&gt;(scared is metaphoric, like you know, not scared of the dark or insects - although i am but that's not the point - the point is, i have this never-ending list of fears and they restrict me until i feel like each one is a little metal weight that i drag around that prevents me from friggin LIVING LIFE.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;van lost her pen and i told her to have faith that it'll turn up. i have no idea why i promised something i don't know for sure. so i hope the damn thing shows up in a week. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;viva la vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17259703-4151601558752232936?l=unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com/feeds/4151601558752232936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17259703&amp;postID=4151601558752232936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17259703/posts/default/4151601558752232936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17259703/posts/default/4151601558752232936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-am-coward-it-has-become-apparent-that.html' title=''/><author><name>xinbean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01228343759968028750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1STYX3yYld0/SJA4SFHRIpI/AAAAAAAABxs/THBbouqcFP8/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17259703.post-8657762761069219612</id><published>2008-07-05T08:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T09:38:18.029-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>alright so i find myself blogging when i haven't blogged anything worth blogging in months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know my life philosophy. someone close to me vaguely said something about how life is unfair, but out of those 30 days in a month, 1 day makes everything worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i asked what that day of the month was. pretty cool stuff that i never thought about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my &lt;/span&gt;life philosohy? i believe lots of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for starters, i believe we're all here for a purpose. that a greater good determines our existence. that ultimately, like bees to honey, we're drawn to whatever it is that our existence was to fulfill.&lt;br /&gt;sure, along the way we might stray, but inevitably we all end up where we were meant to be. "for i know the plans i have for you, plans not to harm you but to give you a hope and a future" yadda yadda. i just wish i knew what my plan was. sometimes i wonder, what's the point in trying if a higher power steers my course? anyhoo for that reason although i'm possibly the largest fluke in history to have made it where i am now, i decided i'm damn well fighting to keep my spot. that means a bed time next semester. no more skipping lectures and tutes, and studying. shivers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh man before i forget! another one is that we NEVER know what's going to happen. never! trust me on that one. sometimes i spend minutes wishing that something that i think is NEVER going to happen, just HAPPENS. like, surprise me, you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were talking about being right-wing or left-wing the other day (such geeks! the horror!) and van and stef very adamantly declared that it is in our profession to be right-wing, because we're all dodgy bastards that screw people over (and we wonder why nobody likes lawyers) and it greatly bothered me because i think i have that potential to be that dodgy bastard! i thought that you know, surely there's some noble cause i can champion but i was told that it's either kick-arse dodgy bastard with great to-die-for shoes, or self-righteous prick with no shoes. and wouldn't you know it, i leaned towards the shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like i said, dodgy bastard in the making = me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also i think i would like to think that i have made a difference by being alive. like i've changed someones life for the better and made them happy. enough said about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe my philosophy is that shit happens. God knows i find myself saying that often enough :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sakLDJASKJKSJFjsdkasjd i don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok - must stop fretting about this. it will come in time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some days i feel like i might just fade, bit by bit. and what's holding me down are my constants, my anchors.&lt;br /&gt;so tonight i decided i will make plans. five years from now, i want to be able to say i have made plans, and i have stuck to them (yippee, another anchor!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrightys, plan #1 is to graduate obviously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plan # 2 is to be more decisive. (i hate being indecisive! i do!) i want to be confident and know what i want, and who i am, and go for it. oh maybe that comes with less worrying, cos i worry way too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plan # 3 is to love. like, properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plan #4 is make plans, to make plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um i'm sure more plans will come up.. on hindsight that is a paltry little list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the truth is, i have issues that i would rather die than say. but i hope they don't remain issues for long. gotta move past things instead of latching onto them and letting them become dead weight..(ouch, i typed dead weight loss ~_~ somebody shoot me.) i am STUCK in this rut. *note to self* stop holding on, and LET GO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going on christian camp thing for the next one week. i realised i have forgotten how to pray. the other day when i tried, it came out all awkward sounding. definitely said some cringe-worthy stuff that night, and i know for a fact people were listening. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;digressing, another epiphany i had - whoever said that "hell hath no fury like a woman scorned" obviously never met van on the warpath. the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;real &lt;/span&gt;saying should be "hell hath no fury like a van on the warpath." i love van anyway; it was just a revelation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;discovered the best chilli fish dish ever! i love chilli with a passion; calling all chilli lovers to flood the shop with me: dumplings plus in the city on swanston street. tasting it was an explosion of familiarity, the burn in my mouth - for those few glorious seconds i was back in singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sat in the park today for a good 2 hours. it was nice. nice barely describes it to be honest, but i like keeping it simple. i will do it more often, perhaps for my sanity. i am a great big myriad of thoughts i cannot express and feelings that i don't allow myself to feel. when i unlock the floodgates, oh boy will there be mess to clean up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess what i'm really trying to say is, how do you sever something you don't want to or don't know how to function without????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;questions questions questions. life's one big unknown isn't it? (how's THAT for a life philosophy?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17259703-8657762761069219612?l=unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com/feeds/8657762761069219612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17259703&amp;postID=8657762761069219612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17259703/posts/default/8657762761069219612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17259703/posts/default/8657762761069219612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com/2008/07/alright-so-i-find-myself-blogging-when.html' title=''/><author><name>xinbean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01228343759968028750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1STYX3yYld0/SJA4SFHRIpI/AAAAAAAABxs/THBbouqcFP8/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17259703.post-136410554743206515</id><published>2008-06-12T07:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T07:38:54.928-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>alright. i think i may have found &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;it being, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; song that hits all the notes i need to hear. it's been a long time since i connected with music so deeply in a way that it feels like its woven into my soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sick of songs about heartbreak.&lt;br /&gt;i'm sick of songs about sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;i'm sick of songs that are supposed to be so inspirational, they make me want to gag.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;i'm sick of songs that dwell on the past and don't move forward.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;my theory is that they trap you by making you identify with them (okay, everything else except the songs about sex before you start getting ideas.) and before long we're all turned into emo&lt;br /&gt;little train wrecks who are convinced that something in our life is wrong. either we're not getting&lt;br /&gt;loved enough, not getting laid enough, not aspiring to be someone enough, not letting go enough&lt;br /&gt;(in the order that i listed songs i was sick of.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;so here it is, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Beautiful dawn&lt;br /&gt;Lights up the shore for me.&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing else in the world,&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather wake up and see (with you).&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful dawn&lt;br /&gt;I'm just chasing time again.&lt;br /&gt;Thought I would die a lonely man, in endless night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now I'm high; running wild among all the stars above.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it's hard to believe you remember me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful dawn&lt;br /&gt;Melt with the stars again.&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember the day when my journey began?&lt;br /&gt;Will you remember the end (of time)?&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful dawn&lt;br /&gt;You're just blowing my mind again.&lt;br /&gt;Thought I was born to endless night, until you shine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High; running wild among all the stars above.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it's hard to believe you remember me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you be my shoulder when I'm grey and older?&lt;br /&gt;Promise me tomorrow starts with you,&lt;br /&gt;Getting high; running wild among all the stars above.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it's hard to believe you remember me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High; running wild among all the stars above.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it's hard to believe you remember me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beautiful? i always wonder why people refer to stars to communicate the idea of the unknown;&lt;br /&gt;of the lost; of the searching; of something so wildly unattainable that our beings strain towards&lt;br /&gt;it..? they are so fascinating only because we cannot reach them or taint them with the trivialities&lt;br /&gt;and frailties of human nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hope; dangles on a string&lt;br /&gt;like slow spinning redemption&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think the mystery surrounding the relative unknown - things we cannot define or "humanize" -&lt;br /&gt;appeals to everyone. why do people search for a purpose in life? where did the belief of a "higher&lt;br /&gt;power" stem from? the answer is, we're only human. and we need this, this &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;assurance &lt;/span&gt;to keep us&lt;br /&gt;from spinning out of control and into that unknown. i question my faith sometimes and it shames&lt;br /&gt;me so. because if i believe that believing means i need to surrender my doubts wholeheartedly. i&lt;br /&gt;need to stop testing the limits and give over my fears and doubts and cynicism and questions and&lt;br /&gt;insecurities.&lt;br /&gt;and having said that, i need to believe. believe in something more. and believe in something that&lt;br /&gt;fills my existence. i am not the sort to step into the unknown without a safety net. and that&lt;br /&gt;applies to everything. i hate change; i fear rejection; i am terrified of being lonely.&lt;br /&gt;*scene of old lady and numerous cats*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way, this onslaught of reflections has been brought about way too much exam cramming,&lt;br /&gt;way, way, WAY too much food and a hell of a lot of frustration. not to mention a very long day,&lt;br /&gt;and definitely a week much lacking in sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i picked the worst time to go and get addicted to grey's anatomy. it's charming in a humble way&lt;br /&gt;and i think its secret weapon is McDreamy - i kid not. before grey's, patrick dempsey was to me&lt;br /&gt;a rather smooth, pretty charming typical bachelor guy; now when he speaks my brain boils itself&lt;br /&gt;down to goo goo and then oozes out of my ears.&lt;br /&gt;now i practically live through meredith (i know, horny slut, dirty mistress, say what you will.)&lt;br /&gt;but for that intensity between her and mcdreamy i would give, well.. nights of sleep. and a great&lt;br /&gt;many tissue boxes.&lt;br /&gt;DURING exams i might add. a note-worthy sacrifice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way, i ought to make it clear now that i resolve to go to every single lecture and tute next&lt;br /&gt;semester (afjkehfkjfh. i made a bet that i am sorely regretting but determined not to lose.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like i'm fading - like somewhere along the way i've detached myself - so much so that it feels&lt;br /&gt;like one day i'll wake up and be invisible to everyone around me..a cartoon stick figure in&lt;br /&gt;black and white.&lt;br /&gt;actually.. sometimes i &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;already &lt;/span&gt;feel invisible.&lt;br /&gt;but yet that's where i'll always be. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hanging by a moment here with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;suspended.one moment in time. immortalized, because i don't have the courage to color myself in&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17259703-136410554743206515?l=unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com/feeds/136410554743206515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17259703&amp;postID=136410554743206515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17259703/posts/default/136410554743206515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17259703/posts/default/136410554743206515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com/2008/06/alright.html' title=''/><author><name>xinbean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01228343759968028750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1STYX3yYld0/SJA4SFHRIpI/AAAAAAAABxs/THBbouqcFP8/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17259703.post-4569116494981427577</id><published>2008-06-09T02:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T02:09:02.765-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;when everything feels like the movies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yeah you bleed just to know you're alive..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exactly halfway through exams.&lt;br /&gt;2/4 completed.&lt;br /&gt;wanna know what it feels like?&lt;br /&gt;i'm sitting here in a daze, trying to start marketing.&lt;br /&gt;it feels like a fat woman ploughed into me. there was one question where i absolutely hadn't the slightest idea how to answer. so i copied out pretty much the whole of the principles book in the desperate hope that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;something &lt;/span&gt;would be relevant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;when everything's made to be broken&lt;br /&gt;i just want you to know who i am..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i feel so numb.&lt;br /&gt;i need to feel alive again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17259703-4569116494981427577?l=unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com/feeds/4569116494981427577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17259703&amp;postID=4569116494981427577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17259703/posts/default/4569116494981427577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17259703/posts/default/4569116494981427577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com/2008/06/when-everything-feels-like-movies-yeah.html' title=''/><author><name>xinbean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01228343759968028750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1STYX3yYld0/SJA4SFHRIpI/AAAAAAAABxs/THBbouqcFP8/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17259703.post-6154922626321684223</id><published>2008-05-26T02:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T02:15:52.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>exams are around the corner.&lt;br /&gt;i had a somewhat nasty shock today when i asked stef if next week was swotvac, only to be informed that next week exams &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;begin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*dies*&lt;br /&gt;i'm so stressed that i have been eating ridiculously large amounts, and then after when i look at my work, it's so hard that  feel like barfing.&lt;br /&gt;i don't think that's healthy..&lt;br /&gt;some days i get cranky. cos it's upsetting that nobody takes me seriously when i'm stressed, everyone says "you'll be fine, you got into com/law". oh if only. so many people don't know how i fluked my way in, but somehow nobody offers help anymore because evidently people who do comlaw are supposed to breeze through everything.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm unmotivated, because i feel like i'm halfway on the road to failure already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, there's extra stress for my students. i really want them to do well! if only i could do the exam for them, but i don't know how to motivate them when they don't try either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blah. lately i have had a strange urge to listen to backstreet boys LOL and james morrison. i love james morrison, i could sit in bed and listen to him all day crooning in the background whilst reading a book. some days i sit in my room and bellow at the top of my lungs to 'i want it that way'&lt;br /&gt;LOL. signs of losing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh God, i can't wait till exams are over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17259703-6154922626321684223?l=unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com/feeds/6154922626321684223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17259703&amp;postID=6154922626321684223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17259703/posts/default/6154922626321684223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17259703/posts/default/6154922626321684223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com/2008/05/exams-are-around-corner.html' title=''/><author><name>xinbean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01228343759968028750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1STYX3yYld0/SJA4SFHRIpI/AAAAAAAABxs/THBbouqcFP8/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17259703.post-7608038469902508588</id><published>2008-05-11T03:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T03:22:22.145-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mm contracts comes in handy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so my mum signed my sister up for some course which apparently advertised a "full money back guarantee" if the customer was dissatisfied. and having finished the course my sister said it was terrible and hence they wanted a refund, blabhlahblah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.______.' EXPRESS TERMS.!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17259703-7608038469902508588?l=unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com/feeds/7608038469902508588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17259703&amp;postID=7608038469902508588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17259703/posts/default/7608038469902508588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17259703/posts/default/7608038469902508588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com/2008/05/mm-contracts-comes-in-handy.html' title=''/><author><name>xinbean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01228343759968028750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1STYX3yYld0/SJA4SFHRIpI/AAAAAAAABxs/THBbouqcFP8/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17259703.post-8869178043965713303</id><published>2008-05-09T01:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T01:21:48.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>here's some food for thought, a couple of things that i've always wondered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first, who ever decided that one day should have 24 hours? why not 10, 20, 30.. why 24? and why did everyone just decide to adhere to 24 hours.. =.= weird. it seems to me that if someone decided that we had fewer hours in a day we would all live to be a lot older, and i'd already be 18 *fumes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, why do people say "you're in a bit of a pickle" when they mean a problem? again, who decided pickle = problem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the world's so strange ._.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;having returned from ASEAN BALL:WINTER SOLSTICE 2008 here are my thoughts about it:&lt;br /&gt;-better food than law dinner. (meat was chewable &amp; had some semblance of taste)&lt;br /&gt;-better music (well, its a well known fact that asians like rnb whilst nonasians prefer house and the like, and yeh no house for me)&lt;br /&gt;-too many asians.. i realised that many asian guys look the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a side note, what is it with guys straightening their hair? so very unflattering.. reminds me of a sopping wet long-haired dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway feeling rather "...." now.. i don't really know what the word is to describe it, but i'm queasy and tired and groggy and bloated. an inevitable result of not eating &amp; drinking after that. i dearly wanted to stick around with my food, but evidently no one eats at dinners you pay $100 for but go around socializing instead o_o so with great reluctance, i departed from my food only to come back and find to my consternation that it was GONE!! CLEARED FOR THE NEXT COURSE!! (grrr, social etiquette is so unnecessary sometimes *omg just spent 2 mins trying to spell "unnecessary")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sort of glad that there aren't any more big social events lined up on the calendar. at the moment, i'm too tired to go ID-huntin' again.&lt;br /&gt;last night the stress of worrying about being denied entry into boulevard was very drainingggg.&lt;br /&gt;so anyway when we returned to the hotel, exhausted, i was SO thirsty &amp; there were mudslides &amp; cowboys in the fridge.. 'nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today i am recovering from the combined effects of being in heels for too long, drinking a tad, and being really REALLY sleep deprived thanks to SOMEONE'S incessant snoring (no prizes for guessing who :p LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; it might be just me, but last night was PRETTY interesting. msn me to goss. LOL. =)&lt;br /&gt;facebookin' the photos soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17259703-8869178043965713303?l=unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com/feeds/8869178043965713303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17259703&amp;postID=8869178043965713303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17259703/posts/default/8869178043965713303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17259703/posts/default/8869178043965713303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com/2008/05/heres-some-food-for-thought-couple-of.html' title=''/><author><name>xinbean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01228343759968028750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1STYX3yYld0/SJA4SFHRIpI/AAAAAAAABxs/THBbouqcFP8/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17259703.post-1954084414356340575</id><published>2008-05-02T20:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T01:37:06.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SO. &lt;/span&gt;first year law dinner &amp;amp; planet uni camp!&lt;br /&gt;photos (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/SBvpPCmQPJI/AAAAAAAABuI/a_h1bW7s1AI/s1600-h/n532220182_2871421_1477.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/SBvpPCmQPJI/AAAAAAAABuI/a_h1bW7s1AI/s320/n532220182_2871421_1477.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196003039706627218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;from left: van my man, elena, me, stef with an f, and kylieeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/SBvpPymQPNI/AAAAAAAABuo/gFDlTZVFfz4/s1600-h/n532220182_2871437_6603.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/SBvpPymQPNI/AAAAAAAABuo/gFDlTZVFfz4/s320/n532220182_2871437_6603.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196003052591529170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;marcus kylie &amp;amp; i =] where's marcus's other half?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/SBvp-ymQPOI/AAAAAAAABuw/4UJw8EI4XGo/s1600-h/n532220182_2871438_6904.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/SBvp-ymQPOI/AAAAAAAABuw/4UJw8EI4XGo/s320/n532220182_2871438_6904.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196003860045380834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ah there we go! hi anthony! :D i like kylies hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/SBvpPSmQPLI/AAAAAAAABuY/RospzcMhalw/s1600-h/n532220182_2871415_9685.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/SBvpPSmQPLI/AAAAAAAABuY/RospzcMhalw/s320/n532220182_2871415_9685.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196003044001594546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;xin #2 &amp;amp; peepee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/SBvshimQPeI/AAAAAAAABww/lJSVnld_yFI/s1600-h/n545206819_835859_5900.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/SBvshimQPeI/AAAAAAAABww/lJSVnld_yFI/s320/n545206819_835859_5900.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196006656069090786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the girls.. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/SBvp_SmQPQI/AAAAAAAABvA/oDyvXAd8p6k/s1600-h/n532220182_2871455_2785.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/SBvp_SmQPQI/AAAAAAAABvA/oDyvXAd8p6k/s320/n532220182_2871455_2785.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196003868635315458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;dedicated to melonar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/SBvp_imQPRI/AAAAAAAABvI/4eJ7zN-M0Hk/s1600-h/n532220182_2871456_3142.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/SBvp_imQPRI/AAAAAAAABvI/4eJ7zN-M0Hk/s320/n532220182_2871456_3142.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196003872930282770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;lol whoops o_0 forgot it's 2 finger v-_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/SBvp_ymQPSI/AAAAAAAABvQ/Ue1YsSdqyrY/s1600-h/n532220182_2871459_4337.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/SBvp_ymQPSI/AAAAAAAABvQ/Ue1YsSdqyrY/s320/n532220182_2871459_4337.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196003877225250082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;chicken (first main) which i had.&lt;br /&gt;i can't believe i paid 65 bucks for this stupid meaL!&lt;br /&gt;the chicken meat was older than my grandma =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/SBvqqymQPTI/AAAAAAAABvY/6xBtxBdXXic/s1600-h/n532220182_2871460_4788.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/SBvqqymQPTI/AAAAAAAABvY/6xBtxBdXXic/s320/n532220182_2871460_4788.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196004615959625010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;apparently the beef wasn't much better either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/SBvqrSmQPVI/AAAAAAAABvo/O68618-MtKs/s1600-h/n532220182_2871489_1249.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/SBvqrSmQPVI/AAAAAAAABvo/O68618-MtKs/s320/n532220182_2871489_1249.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196004624549559634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ryan, jane &amp;amp; van&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/SBvqrCmQPUI/AAAAAAAABvg/oA21Ayrm92s/s1600-h/n532220182_2871465_6632.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/SBvqrCmQPUI/AAAAAAAABvg/oA21Ayrm92s/s320/n532220182_2871465_6632.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196004620254592322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and the afterparty begins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/SBvrWCmQPcI/AAAAAAAABwg/kM-vtlUqedA/s1600-h/n532220182_2871522_1795.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/SBvrWCmQPcI/AAAAAAAABwg/kM-vtlUqedA/s320/n532220182_2871522_1795.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196005358988967362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;but xinni shoes hurt &gt;.&lt; onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/SBvrVimQPZI/AAAAAAAABwI/W5iZjpYczxo/s1600-h/n532220182_2871510_7728.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/SBvrVimQPZI/AAAAAAAABwI/W5iZjpYczxo/s320/n532220182_2871510_7728.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196005350399032722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;xinni play games instead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/SBvqrSmQPXI/AAAAAAAABv4/N0e4YXQXUdI/s1600-h/n532220182_2871498_4048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/SBvqrSmQPXI/AAAAAAAABv4/N0e4YXQXUdI/s320/n532220182_2871498_4048.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196004624549559666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;big group photo missing quite a few people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/SBvrVimQPYI/AAAAAAAABwA/ai-Ed7ioPQI/s1600-h/n532220182_2871506_6499.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/SBvrVimQPYI/AAAAAAAABwA/ai-Ed7ioPQI/s320/n532220182_2871506_6499.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196005350399032706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;playing "i never"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/SBvrVymQPaI/AAAAAAAABwQ/RPIwM1GrcxI/s1600-h/n532220182_2871512_8537.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/SBvrVymQPaI/AAAAAAAABwQ/RPIwM1GrcxI/s320/n532220182_2871512_8537.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196005354694000034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;concentrating..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/SBvrVymQPbI/AAAAAAAABwY/DvT7Zj3Yprw/s1600-h/n532220182_2871513_8842.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/SBvrVymQPbI/AAAAAAAABwY/DvT7Zj3Yprw/s320/n532220182_2871513_8842.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196005354694000050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;as the night wears on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/SBvqrSmQPWI/AAAAAAAABvw/vnQsFOGh0hU/s1600-h/n532220182_2871495_3223.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/SBvqrSmQPWI/AAAAAAAABvw/vnQsFOGh0hU/s320/n532220182_2871495_3223.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196004624549559650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;phoebe: omg? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;so &lt;/span&gt;many glasses?!&lt;br /&gt;i love these people LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/SBvvKimQPgI/AAAAAAAABxA/nFQvp89eVOA/s1600-h/n504715416_2884086_8228.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/SBvvKimQPgI/AAAAAAAABxA/nFQvp89eVOA/s320/n504715416_2884086_8228.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196009559466982914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;urban life group 24. theme: spot the difference! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/SBvvKymQPhI/AAAAAAAABxI/gZzCIMOYNCY/s1600-h/n567791772_565024_6210.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/SBvvKymQPhI/AAAAAAAABxI/gZzCIMOYNCY/s320/n567791772_565024_6210.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196009563761950226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;weeeeeeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/SBvvKymQPiI/AAAAAAAABxQ/oZerF1nGHCk/s1600-h/n585775179_1178770_4104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/SBvvKymQPiI/AAAAAAAABxQ/oZerF1nGHCk/s320/n585775179_1178770_4104.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196009563761950242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;why this dean so happy? ! &gt;o&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/SBvvLCmQPkI/AAAAAAAABxg/YrKFTvJVV_Q/s1600-h/n585775179_1178771_4532.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/SBvvLCmQPkI/AAAAAAAABxg/YrKFTvJVV_Q/s320/n585775179_1178771_4532.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196009568056917570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;yay group!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/SBvvLCmQPjI/AAAAAAAABxY/NK645siuDeA/s1600-h/n567791772_565021_5169.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/SBvvLCmQPjI/AAAAAAAABxY/NK645siuDeA/s320/n567791772_565021_5169.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196009568056917554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;3 hearts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17259703-1954084414356340575?l=unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com/feeds/1954084414356340575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17259703&amp;postID=1954084414356340575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17259703/posts/default/1954084414356340575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17259703/posts/default/1954084414356340575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com/2008/05/so.html' title=''/><author><name>xinbean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01228343759968028750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1STYX3yYld0/SJA4SFHRIpI/AAAAAAAABxs/THBbouqcFP8/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/SBvpPCmQPJI/AAAAAAAABuI/a_h1bW7s1AI/s72-c/n532220182_2871421_1477.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17259703.post-8018739177751498517</id><published>2008-05-02T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T08:56:05.831-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>currently listening: stolen by dashboard confessional.&lt;br /&gt;it's surprisingly good considering i'm not a huge dashboard fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhoo. 1.50am, as usual i'm not asleep even though i've been trying hard to make myself sleepy. maybe all i have to do is crawl into bed. but lately when i close my eyes, thoughts overwhelm me and i become lost in all the things that i push to the back of my mind day to day, but haunt me at night. no matter how i try to push them away, they come back larger than life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and no, i don't have any problems right now.. i'm just referring to alot of things happening now that have made me very reflective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You watch the season pull up its own stage&lt;br /&gt;And catch the last weekend&lt;br /&gt;Of the last week&lt;br /&gt;Before the gold and the glimmer have been replaced&lt;br /&gt;Another sun soaked season&lt;br /&gt;Fades away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you have stolen my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im watching from a big big bubble, it feels like im floating above everyone else and everything and not really there, not really in the moment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17259703-8018739177751498517?l=unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com/feeds/8018739177751498517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17259703&amp;postID=8018739177751498517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17259703/posts/default/8018739177751498517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17259703/posts/default/8018739177751498517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com/2008/05/currently-listening-stolen-by-dashboard.html' title=''/><author><name>xinbean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01228343759968028750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1STYX3yYld0/SJA4SFHRIpI/AAAAAAAABxs/THBbouqcFP8/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17259703.post-4417979952136368600</id><published>2008-04-23T03:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T04:00:48.948-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yippieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;contracts lecture and ILR lecture cancelled!!&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't ask for more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;***********************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;A message from&lt;br /&gt;***********************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;Dear Student&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please note that tomorrows lecture for Contract A (Wednesday April 23&lt;br /&gt;from 9am - 12pm) has been cancelled due to illness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***********************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;A message from&lt;br /&gt;***********************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;Our Introduction to Legal Reasoning class today, Wednesday 23rd April&lt;br /&gt;from 3-5pm in L3 has been cancelled. I am unwell today and close to&lt;br /&gt;losing my voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will continue our usual lecture program next Tuesday at the customary&lt;br /&gt;time and may need to make up an extra two hours in week 11.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With apologies for the inconvenience this may cause you and thanks for&lt;br /&gt;your cooperation. Have a great long weekend, when it comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kind regards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student Services&lt;/pre&gt;weehee! on second thought, i blacked out the names of my lecturers in case one day they decide to google themselves and this post comes up.&lt;br /&gt;hmm. a tad sus *ponders*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoohoo :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i finally changed my blogskin! it took me SO long to find a skin that gives you a decent window to post in, most of them squeeze your entries into ridiculously small columns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;asean ball is coming up on may 8th and i have nothing to wear!! today i haunted the aisles of chaddy trying in vain to find something that fits into the 'winter solstice' theme - gold, black, white or dark blue.. and no luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know some of you are horribly opposed to garfunkle but i found a decent black dress there, no complaints except for the sheer &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;blackness &lt;/span&gt;of it all. hmm 260. i'll take a picture and you guys can let me know what you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i sat in the car and endured the most testosterone-ridden conversation i might possibly have encountered.&lt;br /&gt;charles&amp;amp;phil: we should have a baking day! all the girls can bake and we can sit there and crack our whips!&lt;br /&gt;*charles and phil gleefully imaginging* "you! woman! u dropped something!" *makes whip cracking motion*&lt;br /&gt;-___-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahhah last night i watched balls of steel.&lt;br /&gt;LOL at neg's extreme rodeo :p&lt;br /&gt;basically he hid around corners and waited for big fat men to come around before jumping them&lt;br /&gt;and hanging on as long as he could until he got thrown off by the fat men.&lt;br /&gt;devrims like: LOL fat people rodeo!&lt;br /&gt;there was another one where the guy (annoying devil) collected dog poo in a bucket and got up at 4.30am and laid it all over the fricken London Bridge HAHAH&lt;br /&gt;and another guy who jumped into a pool of piranhas and emerged with one hanging off his crotch.&lt;br /&gt;i probably shouldn't be amused by things like that, but i am.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;update on the diet - it officially failed. had the yummiest french toast today, hongkong style with peanut butter and maple syrup oozing over it. and before that i did some baking and made a few pastry-puff thingoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;.&lt; id="BodyTable" style="table-layout: fixed; font-size: 67%; vertical-align: top; text-align: left;" cellspacing="0"&gt; 23/04/2008&lt;br /&gt;7:19:36 PM&lt;br /&gt;(L) china baby! - †_Mēl ²°o8--&lt;br /&gt;xinni٩(●̮̮̃•̃)۶&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 128);font-family:MS Sans Serif;" &gt;dont smoke  ok-.-'&lt;/span&gt;  23/04/2008&lt;br /&gt;7:20:47 PM&lt;br /&gt;xinni٩(●̮̮̃•̃)۶&lt;br /&gt;(L) china baby! - †_Mēl ²°o8--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 255);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;LOL omg u retard  :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL she had a dream that i was smoking and smsed me randomly at like 8.30 in the morn. crazy girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrightys im off my loves &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;gonna blog more so i actually REMEMBER more bout this year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17259703-4417979952136368600?l=unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com/feeds/4417979952136368600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17259703&amp;postID=4417979952136368600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17259703/posts/default/4417979952136368600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17259703/posts/default/4417979952136368600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com/2008/04/yippieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee-contracts.html' title=''/><author><name>xinbean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01228343759968028750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1STYX3yYld0/SJA4SFHRIpI/AAAAAAAABxs/THBbouqcFP8/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17259703.post-4368568442459332435</id><published>2008-04-20T05:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T01:37:06.657-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/SAs96viMc3I/AAAAAAAABuA/RwuVdpy6ucs/s1600-h/n532220182_2536117_8115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/SAs96viMc3I/AAAAAAAABuA/RwuVdpy6ucs/s320/n532220182_2536117_8115.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191311074876224370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love van tran =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my lil C-transta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17259703-4368568442459332435?l=unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com/feeds/4368568442459332435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17259703&amp;postID=4368568442459332435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17259703/posts/default/4368568442459332435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17259703/posts/default/4368568442459332435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-love-van-tran-p-my-lil-c-transta-lol.html' title=''/><author><name>xinbean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01228343759968028750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1STYX3yYld0/SJA4SFHRIpI/AAAAAAAABxs/THBbouqcFP8/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/SAs96viMc3I/AAAAAAAABuA/RwuVdpy6ucs/s72-c/n532220182_2536117_8115.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17259703.post-4491215183086813986</id><published>2008-04-19T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T01:37:07.307-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im back from the depths of the dead &lt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;those mid-semesters i was busy cramming my ass off for are officially OVER :) wee!!&lt;br /&gt;the good news: i passed eco despite being a lil high before the test (cowboy! weee LOL ), and i passed marketing too.&lt;br /&gt;as for ILR, i cringe just thinking about it so it won't be good. after the test i was so traumatised i walked into a couch.&lt;br /&gt;in front of the second half of the class. -__-&lt;br /&gt;studied at state once - ohmygoodness. walked out onto swanston in the middle of some scary chinese protest (something to do with the tibet issue) but yh. saw ivan standing in the middle of swanston street rugged up in full china pride with a flag painted on his face guiding the protest. &lt;.&lt; scurried away fast coz don't want my friends to think i know weird people. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and - dessert house on swanston = WORST.CUSTOMER.SERVICE.EVER&lt;br /&gt;matt didn't get a chair throughout lunch.&lt;br /&gt;we had no utensils half the dishes we ordered were wrong.&lt;br /&gt;waitress was appallingly rude. bill was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;bill came back wrong a second time.&lt;br /&gt; and yeh.. such a bad impression of the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been so sleep deprived that i think nowadays i do majority of my sleeping in lectures and my cramming in the wee hours of the morning. that's if i show up to my lectures. lately it hasn't been uncommon for me to wake up and have to pry my eyes open with my fingers like pliers coz theyre stuck when i go to sleep with my contacts on. (grossest.thing.everrr) either that, or i find my face smushed in the middle of a giant textbook. *rubs nose* maybe that's where all the pimples are coming from.. we have a new lecturer for eco and i swear he's had a go at everyone (asians, jews..etc) lol :p i missed half the jokes though coz i took a slight nap &lt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went shopping on fri and this mornin'. congratulations are in order! first to amy and neil for their engagement, then congrats to melonar hands for passing her P's, and happy birthday to zhen for her 18th! i'm losing those underage buddies fast. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on thursday night elena and i decided we were going to go on a healthy eating diet plan for the dinners/balls coming up.&lt;br /&gt;on friday morning armed with a small container of fruit and a great deal of resolve i marched into uni.&lt;br /&gt;by 1.00 i had attempted to peel a plum with my bare hands and gave up. decided to place it upside down where i'd bitten it in the hopes that someone else would coming along and eat it.&lt;br /&gt;by 2.00 charles and matt were munching into some prawn crackers. dearly regretting my decision now. onwards with the fruit.&lt;br /&gt;by 5.00 i was starving and ready to kill someone. ate the half-bitten plum out of sheer desperation in the mens changing room at myers -__- lost my appetite when i saw michaels drenched socks. *gag*&lt;br /&gt;by 8.00 we were seated at lygon. i decided to take a quick peek in the Original Lolly Store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... &lt;.&lt;  ..and yeah, end of story LOL.&lt;br /&gt;don't even wanna talk about what i had for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;*dies*  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here is the product of friday's shopping: STEVE MADDEN SHOOOOOOOOOOOOOES *drool* phoebe and i have &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very &lt;/span&gt;similar pairs &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;they look stable so yes, good for dancing. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/SArHhfiMczI/AAAAAAAABtg/pHvy-560Ky8/s1600-h/CIMG3618.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/SArHhfiMczI/AAAAAAAABtg/pHvy-560Ky8/s320/CIMG3618.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191180898712449842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they're gonna be my standard cocktail dress shoes coz they're black. after spending $ on them, i refuse to buy anymore shoes.&lt;br /&gt;got a clutch too.&lt;br /&gt;and a cooper st. dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/SArHg_iMcxI/AAAAAAAABtQ/0lJtNIdYH0k/s1600-h/CIMG3613.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/SArHg_iMcxI/AAAAAAAABtQ/0lJtNIdYH0k/s320/CIMG3613.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191180890122515218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*cough*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i digress, went to the night market at melb uni awhile ago. to my delight there was a prata stall and satay stall selling stay for $2 a stick!! HORROR!!&lt;br /&gt;!! it was at that point i wished i could teleport back to singapore for 30c satay from the hawker center that tasted better anyway.&lt;br /&gt;lots of food and a lot of fun :) i love food fairs and carnivals, it's the atmosphere of walking around in the bustle and elbows and all the exciting smells in the air that makes it so fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mandy's baptism was on saturday. it was very meaningful, mostly because i could relate to what she said in her testimony. and it felt reassuring to know that once she had strayed from her path and yet there she was standing there, getting baptised, taking that leap of faith that i so want to do and lack the courage to yet. i'm not alone.!&lt;br /&gt;so maybe one day it'll be me, but for now, yesterday's baptism was certainly encouraging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh right, and i'm also on 3 now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/SArHhPiMcyI/AAAAAAAABtY/xEKCIhZYZ1E/s1600-h/CIMG3620.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/SArHhPiMcyI/AAAAAAAABtY/xEKCIhZYZ1E/s320/CIMG3620.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191180894417482530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;new pink phone yay! i love pink. been accused of blatant frivolity but hey i'm a girl and entitled :]&lt;br /&gt;*strokes phone lovingly*&lt;br /&gt;ask me for the number! i've kept the optus number too so yes, whichever is good for you guys to call. my last-ditch effort to reduce my phone bills. lately they've skyrocketed and mum's not been too happy.. she's said alot of Very Angry Words in a Very Loud Tone. T_______T&lt;br /&gt;so i'm on a mission to pink-onize everything. laptop, digicam, and mobile..&lt;br /&gt;janean will call me a xiaxue tb but CALL ME WHAT YOU LIKE i like the phone XP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bena came over to catch up. haven't seen that girl in SO long :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just noticed the car keys in the background of that pic. haven't had any mishaps this week, except for a mild shock before when i pressed the accelerator instead of the brake and the car shot forward alarmingly fast much to my mum's chagrin and shock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yippeee westfield doncaster has had it's first of 3 openings and it is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;so &lt;/span&gt;much bigger!!&lt;br /&gt;i can only imagine it when the rest of the shops come and the twin cinemas arrive. new hangout spot for me! i can even do my shopping there.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lots of dinners/balls coming up, first year law dinner is may 1st, and asean ball is may 8th - the theme is winter solstice (black, gold, and white) &lt;.&lt; so pov now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;camberwell market this morn with melina.&lt;br /&gt;i would just like to say melina is a shitty parallel parker :p&lt;br /&gt;=]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byebye loves&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17259703-4491215183086813986?l=unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com/feeds/4491215183086813986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17259703&amp;postID=4491215183086813986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17259703/posts/default/4491215183086813986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17259703/posts/default/4491215183086813986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com/2008/04/im-back-from-depths-of-dead.html' title=''/><author><name>xinbean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01228343759968028750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1STYX3yYld0/SJA4SFHRIpI/AAAAAAAABxs/THBbouqcFP8/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/SArHhfiMczI/AAAAAAAABtg/pHvy-560Ky8/s72-c/CIMG3618.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17259703.post-2287753073391977521</id><published>2008-04-07T00:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T00:36:37.467-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gonna lay in on the line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ask me how ive come this far&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the answer's written in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;hello world!&lt;br /&gt;STUDYING = student + dying put together!  whoever said this should be duly revered coz i think that statement is more apt than anything any old farty philosopher ever said in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my heads spinning in a whirl of marketing terms and microeconomics! pretty soon (by tuesday) it'll be over and then my head will be newly spinning with more contract law and more ILR studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*wails* i dont care as long as graduate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this weekends been relatively QUIET.&lt;br /&gt;the other day we went to the park to chill and study. well, we didnt end up studying much. twas a pretty day of feeling the sun settle over my skin, soaking up the last days of warmth, hearing the quiet peeps of the birds in the trees way way wayyyyyyyy above, dogs wagging their tails happily with not a care in the world, frolicking in the grass drawing on each other ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also alot of pigging out LOL. yesterday was officially the end of daylight savings, and true enough darkness crept over the sky by fiveish and the cold began to sink in. :( so long sweet summer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;autumn has arrived and brought with it falling leaves, the sharp smell of crisp morning air, red and gold tinted surroundings everywhere i look, fall fashion: boots, coats, scarves, beanies, and the feeling of melancholy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love AUTUMN. maybe i should name my kid autumn :] thats pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17259703-2287753073391977521?l=unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com/feeds/2287753073391977521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17259703&amp;postID=2287753073391977521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17259703/posts/default/2287753073391977521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17259703/posts/default/2287753073391977521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com/2008/04/gonna-lay-in-on-line-ask-me-how-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>xinbean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01228343759968028750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1STYX3yYld0/SJA4SFHRIpI/AAAAAAAABxs/THBbouqcFP8/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17259703.post-8044482342201214491</id><published>2008-04-04T07:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T07:51:53.171-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>renewed love for jay chou, channing tatum, and utt. obsession of 2 songs of jay chou - 'rainbow' and 'romantic mobile'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*drool*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, finally the end of an exhausting week.&lt;br /&gt;i didn't do much 'cept scurry around all week getting textbooks and get blown about by the ghastly winds (or should i say, the GALE that swept through melbourne in the past couple of days?)&lt;br /&gt;i got blown into a door! a massive tree got uprooted and collapsed, and one of the buildings at uni got evacuated.&lt;br /&gt;i also got blown into the campus center amidst leaves, twigs, dust, and other glamorous things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol. monash is falling apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hotpot tonight! was heaps of fun, i think me and phoebe are a bad combo together ;p our combined iq decreases to under a 100.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i actually said something really dumb today that i hope nobody deigns to repeat ever again T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway yeh LOL. mm heading off to bed. the weekend ahead is study-filled. if i manage to, i'll squeeze in the latest jodi picoult book i've borrowed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and awww. love is in the air :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not naming names! ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17259703-8044482342201214491?l=unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com/feeds/8044482342201214491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17259703&amp;postID=8044482342201214491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17259703/posts/default/8044482342201214491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17259703/posts/default/8044482342201214491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com/2008/04/renewed-love-for-jay-chou-channing.html' title=''/><author><name>xinbean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01228343759968028750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1STYX3yYld0/SJA4SFHRIpI/AAAAAAAABxs/THBbouqcFP8/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17259703.post-2492307132334397257</id><published>2008-03-31T03:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T03:19:40.491-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hold on.. feeling like i may be headed for a breakdown..&lt;br /&gt;and i don't know why..&lt;br /&gt;im not crazy, im just a lil unwell (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17259703-2492307132334397257?l=unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com/feeds/2492307132334397257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17259703&amp;postID=2492307132334397257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17259703/posts/default/2492307132334397257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17259703/posts/default/2492307132334397257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com/2008/03/hold-on.html' title=''/><author><name>xinbean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01228343759968028750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1STYX3yYld0/SJA4SFHRIpI/AAAAAAAABxs/THBbouqcFP8/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17259703.post-6038735765028402444</id><published>2008-03-30T04:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T01:37:09.384-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i know, it's been awhile since i've blogged.&lt;br /&gt;lately i've been so tired.&lt;br /&gt;tired of uni.&lt;br /&gt;tired of assignments.&lt;br /&gt;tired of trying to reach out to people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a random note, i detest how things go around in a circle, and people either distort what they hear or get it mixed up, and it comes out sounding.. really bad. --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..anyway moving on to less dreary and depressing things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i watched step up 2! there is this one eurasian guy in it who's like . nonasian features but black hair/eyes. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hot&lt;/span&gt;! if i'm not mistaken his name is 'cable' in the movie.&lt;br /&gt;and mm there is always channing tatum to perv on.&lt;br /&gt;i think i permanently bruised janeans arm coz i pinched her in excitement everytime channing tatum appeared on the screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to watch the other boleyn girl! (zhen! *cough* ) lol. what happened to watching it like, 3 weeks ago. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well anyway my recent fetishes are for tattoos and puppies and jay chou :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeh i finally decided to update coz i have pictures.&lt;br /&gt;in chronological order..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beach .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R-96rQU1AnI/AAAAAAAABs4/hAYbzaI6_4w/s1600-h/DSC00617+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R-96rQU1AnI/AAAAAAAABs4/hAYbzaI6_4w/s320/DSC00617+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183496579662021234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;yeh this is the jellyfish infested beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R-963wU1AoI/AAAAAAAABtA/UWxTJYBW4KY/s1600-h/DSC00624+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R-963wU1AoI/AAAAAAAABtA/UWxTJYBW4KY/s320/DSC00624+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183496794410386050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;gay hat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;foam party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R-96qwU1AjI/AAAAAAAABsY/cAaLQx_ZF40/s1600-h/n532220182_2531519_9267.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R-96qwU1AjI/AAAAAAAABsY/cAaLQx_ZF40/s320/n532220182_2531519_9267.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183496571072086578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R-95_AU1AhI/AAAAAAAABsI/FU1tjLO1PlU/s1600-h/n532220182_2531425_7515.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R-95_AU1AhI/AAAAAAAABsI/FU1tjLO1PlU/s320/n532220182_2531425_7515.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183495819452809746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i know, gross picture. this is what i look like after my first tequila -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R-96rAU1AkI/AAAAAAAABsg/kbtW-Zx7DFw/s1600-h/n532220182_2531521_9997.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R-96rAU1AkI/AAAAAAAABsg/kbtW-Zx7DFw/s320/n532220182_2531521_9997.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183496575367053890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R-94RwU1AdI/AAAAAAAABro/V9yVRQ9LCro/s1600-h/n532220182_2531435_2655.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R-94RwU1AdI/AAAAAAAABro/V9yVRQ9LCro/s320/n532220182_2531435_2655.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183493942552101330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;law cruise&lt;br /&gt;the theme was Brighter is Better.&lt;br /&gt;i know, i was like ? huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people turned up in fluro/shiny/shimmery material.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R-94RQU1AaI/AAAAAAAABrQ/YECaQXtwAjE/s1600-h/n532220182_2536150_6194.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R-94RQU1AaI/AAAAAAAABrQ/YECaQXtwAjE/s320/n532220182_2536150_6194.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183493933962166690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;before the cruise + booze began.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R-96rAU1AlI/AAAAAAAABso/3xEURYx4gzo/s1600-h/n532220182_2536095_9606.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R-96rAU1AlI/AAAAAAAABso/3xEURYx4gzo/s320/n532220182_2536095_9606.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183496575367053906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R-96rAU1AmI/AAAAAAAABsw/g0pjJee4xdU/s1600-h/n532220182_2536106_3996.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R-96rAU1AmI/AAAAAAAABsw/g0pjJee4xdU/s320/n532220182_2536106_3996.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183496575367053922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R-94RAU1AZI/AAAAAAAABrI/651YAdNb_Ps/s1600-h/n532220182_2536129_2662.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R-94RAU1AZI/AAAAAAAABrI/651YAdNb_Ps/s320/n532220182_2536129_2662.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183493929667199378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my favourite law girls.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R-94RQU1AbI/AAAAAAAABrY/qfbmtjb6UXM/s1600-h/n532220182_2536098_737.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R-94RQU1AbI/AAAAAAAABrY/qfbmtjb6UXM/s320/n532220182_2536098_737.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183493933962166706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;torquay beach during church camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R-95-QU1AeI/AAAAAAAABrw/NCfo7-QYJJc/s1600-h/n518623911_415785_7312.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R-95-QU1AeI/AAAAAAAABrw/NCfo7-QYJJc/s320/n518623911_415785_7312.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183495806567907810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R-95-gU1AfI/AAAAAAAABr4/OT0qxXudSG4/s1600-h/n518623911_415788_8262.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R-95-gU1AfI/AAAAAAAABr4/OT0qxXudSG4/s320/n518623911_415788_8262.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183495810862875122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;pris came back to visit. i missed her a lot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tracy and an dug a hole and hid it with the towel waiting for some unsuspecting victim to sit on the towel and fall into the hole :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too bad tim ruined it by running up and exclaiming at the top of his lungs that there was a hole there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good prank though LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kinda glad we visited the beach before the cool change it. now it's beginning to officially feel like autumn. bring out the coats/scarves/boots/beanies/hats! yippee :)&lt;br /&gt;change of season shopping !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rightys. i'm off. ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17259703-6038735765028402444?l=unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com/feeds/6038735765028402444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17259703&amp;postID=6038735765028402444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17259703/posts/default/6038735765028402444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17259703/posts/default/6038735765028402444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-know-its-been-awhile-since-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>xinbean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01228343759968028750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1STYX3yYld0/SJA4SFHRIpI/AAAAAAAABxs/THBbouqcFP8/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R-96rQU1AnI/AAAAAAAABs4/hAYbzaI6_4w/s72-c/DSC00617+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17259703.post-4972791514273606367</id><published>2008-03-16T03:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T03:35:12.718-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>'twas a long and draining day indeed.&lt;br /&gt;i certainly have accomplished a lot in 24 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) made jelly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) hit the  back bumper of some guy who turned out to be my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;neighbor&lt;/span&gt;. i know, i know, who on earth hits and scratches the back of some cranky old man's car only to find out that he's my  fricken neighbor one street away? T____T i have the worst luck.&lt;br /&gt;it also happened rather deliberately, which is sorta why im feeling a tad annoyed at myself atm. i turned into the wrong lane and was trying to shift into the right lane.. so there i was inching very slowly into the lane i was supposed to be in.. and all of a sudden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*CONK*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) drank 2 slurpees and 1 smoothie. roarr! I AM A SLURPEE MACHINEEE! to be fair, it was like 37 degs today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) went to south melbourne beach for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;and promptly decided it would be the LAST time.&lt;br /&gt;the beach is swarming in disgusting bobbling JELLYFISH!! it was my first ever encounter with jellyfish.. soo many of them innocently disguised as wayward plastic bags floating around in the sea.&lt;br /&gt;so there we were, bobbing around in the sea just chatting, when something brushes across my leg. i look down and $#@!%$^ THERES A JELLYFISH 1CM AWAY FROM ME&lt;br /&gt;imagine if i lost my balance and sat on it -_-&lt;br /&gt;scrambled out of the water feeling rather traumatised and i honestly felt like the part the jellyfish brushed across was really hot .. but apart from it being slightly red nothing dramatic erupted on my skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that was my eventful day.&lt;br /&gt;with that i leave you all to go shower T__T 5 more days and i earn a free cake from philip.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17259703-4972791514273606367?l=unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com/feeds/4972791514273606367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17259703&amp;postID=4972791514273606367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17259703/posts/default/4972791514273606367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17259703/posts/default/4972791514273606367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com/2008/03/twas-long-and-draining-day-indeed.html' title=''/><author><name>xinbean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01228343759968028750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1STYX3yYld0/SJA4SFHRIpI/AAAAAAAABxs/THBbouqcFP8/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17259703.post-6461123544889592427</id><published>2008-03-09T05:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T05:09:55.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stop and stare &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I think I'm moving but I go nowhere &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yeah I know that everyone gets scared &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;But I've become what I can't be, oh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stop and stare &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;You start to wonder why you're 'here' not there &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;And you'd give anything to get what's fair &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;But fair ain't what you really need &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh, can u see what I see &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17259703-6461123544889592427?l=unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com/feeds/6461123544889592427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17259703&amp;postID=6461123544889592427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17259703/posts/default/6461123544889592427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17259703/posts/default/6461123544889592427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com/2008/03/stop-and-stare-i-think-im-moving-but-i.html' title=''/><author><name>xinbean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01228343759968028750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1STYX3yYld0/SJA4SFHRIpI/AAAAAAAABxs/THBbouqcFP8/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17259703.post-3642960067901704375</id><published>2008-03-06T23:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T01:37:13.192-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's kinda scary, how last week i blogged on the weekend and now it's the weekend again. T__T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time is going by too fast! after 2 weeks of uni i still feel like i don't know anything, and before i know it exams will be here o_0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this week, i went to st. kilda beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R9Dsz4s0eFI/AAAAAAAABog/GsR8sZGh_Vs/s1600-h/n624670180_2481512_4288.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R9Dsz4s0eFI/AAAAAAAABog/GsR8sZGh_Vs/s320/n624670180_2481512_4288.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174896347986557010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R9Dty4s0eJI/AAAAAAAABpA/WYKevtMsIZ8/s1600-h/SL370621.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R9Dty4s0eJI/AAAAAAAABpA/WYKevtMsIZ8/s320/SL370621.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174897430318315666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R9DszIs0eCI/AAAAAAAABoI/4BvwGcJpiuY/s1600-h/n624670180_2481500_1503.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R9DszIs0eCI/AAAAAAAABoI/4BvwGcJpiuY/s320/n624670180_2481500_1503.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174896335101655074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R9DszYs0eDI/AAAAAAAABoQ/o2ONxXKkptc/s1600-h/n624670180_2481504_2358.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R9DszYs0eDI/AAAAAAAABoQ/o2ONxXKkptc/s320/n624670180_2481504_2358.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174896339396622386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R9DtzIs0eKI/AAAAAAAABpI/x_-dOqjgyc0/s1600-h/SL370625.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R9DtzIs0eKI/AAAAAAAABpI/x_-dOqjgyc0/s320/SL370625.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174897434613282978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R9Dtyos0eII/AAAAAAAABo4/DWO0oHTzXHw/s1600-h/SL370605.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R9Dtyos0eII/AAAAAAAABo4/DWO0oHTzXHw/s320/SL370605.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174897426023348354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R9Dszos0eEI/AAAAAAAABoY/JgyUeJcVApM/s1600-h/n624670180_2481511_4037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R9Dszos0eEI/AAAAAAAABoY/JgyUeJcVApM/s320/n624670180_2481511_4037.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174896343691589698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R9DtyIs0eHI/AAAAAAAABow/memtnKDs31g/s1600-h/n624670180_2481605_3614.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R9DtyIs0eHI/AAAAAAAABow/memtnKDs31g/s320/n624670180_2481605_3614.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174897417433413746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R9Dsz4s0eGI/AAAAAAAABoo/DSuuC6rhdtM/s1600-h/n624670180_2481517_5463+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R9Dsz4s0eGI/AAAAAAAABoo/DSuuC6rhdtM/s320/n624670180_2481517_5463+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174896347986557026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i'd just gone to court and wasn't exactly wearing beach attire. but hey, the water looked too good to resist. i thought, 'what the hell' and just waded in :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a lovely feeling, the sand squishing beneath my toes, waves lapping at my feet, and the beautiful serenity of the sun setting. as we mildly trailed along the shoreline. and for a split second i had a forrest gump moment where i thought i wouldn't mind just walking along the shore.. and just keep walking, and walking, and walking :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's also been a dog-ful week ! visited both van AND philip's doggies. van's was at the vet, the poor thing had been ill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R9Dulos0eOI/AAAAAAAABpo/SiYZrhjgA_Y/s1600-h/polo2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R9Dulos0eOI/AAAAAAAABpo/SiYZrhjgA_Y/s320/polo2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174898302196676834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R9Dukos0eMI/AAAAAAAABpY/1mLytNqypYk/s1600-h/polo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R9Dukos0eMI/AAAAAAAABpY/1mLytNqypYk/s320/polo.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174898285016807618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R9DulIs0eNI/AAAAAAAABpg/IpnLq-myEkc/s1600-h/xinni3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R9DulIs0eNI/AAAAAAAABpg/IpnLq-myEkc/s320/xinni3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174898293606742226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;van's baby polo! :) she's tiny and absolutely beautiful. small enough to be a handbag dog, like paris hilton's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R9DtzIs0eLI/AAAAAAAABpQ/mQq_0EtRtwI/s1600-h/Picture+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R9DtzIs0eLI/AAAAAAAABpQ/mQq_0EtRtwI/s320/Picture+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174897434613282994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;phil's TIGER.. but when she was a baby.&lt;br /&gt;CUTECUTECUTECUTECUTECUTECUTECUTE!&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* i want a dog so bad. &gt;.&lt; style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R9DumIs0ePI/AAAAAAAABpw/0LiRjUfPSbI/s320/DSC00490.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174898310786611442" border="0"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R9DxAYs0eTI/AAAAAAAABqQ/fgXDknTKXJs/s1600-h/DSC00502.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R9DxAYs0eTI/AAAAAAAABqQ/fgXDknTKXJs/s320/DSC00502.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174900960781433138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trainnnnnnntrainnnnnn!!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R9DyF4s0eYI/AAAAAAAABq4/v1XbLZMTk7o/s1600-h/DSC_0059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R9DyF4s0eYI/AAAAAAAABq4/v1XbLZMTk7o/s320/DSC_0059.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174902154782341506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R9DxBIs0eVI/AAAAAAAABqg/MGxYA9KM4Jc/s1600-h/DSC00495.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R9DxBIs0eVI/AAAAAAAABqg/MGxYA9KM4Jc/s320/DSC00495.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174900973666335058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;freakin getting attacked ._.'&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R9Dw_Ys0eRI/AAAAAAAABqA/DtrrsSOyb40/s1600-h/DSC00498.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R9Dw_Ys0eRI/AAAAAAAABqA/DtrrsSOyb40/s320/DSC00498.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174900943601563922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R9DyEIs0eWI/AAAAAAAABqo/wb1FUFwdEZk/s1600-h/DSC_0047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R9DyEIs0eWI/AAAAAAAABqo/wb1FUFwdEZk/s320/DSC_0047.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174902124717570402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R9DyF4s0eZI/AAAAAAAABrA/nZTleQCujBk/s1600-h/DSC_0041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R9DyF4s0eZI/AAAAAAAABrA/nZTleQCujBk/s320/DSC_0041.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174902154782341522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R9DyFos0eXI/AAAAAAAABqw/_gfF9hpyOoE/s1600-h/DSC_0028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R9DyFos0eXI/AAAAAAAABqw/_gfF9hpyOoE/s320/DSC_0028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174902150487374194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R9Dum4s0eQI/AAAAAAAABp4/gESbspfhCFw/s1600-h/DSC00492.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R9Dum4s0eQI/AAAAAAAABp4/gESbspfhCFw/s320/DSC00492.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174898323671513346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;other fun things.&lt;br /&gt;- been to court! embarrassing moment where i rang charles n my phone switched on loudspeaker by accident and his voicemail echoed throughout the court, in the midst of the judge pronouncing the sentence .___.'&lt;br /&gt;-went to cold rock, this new ice cream place in glen waverly. it's a fun concept that allows you to mix in random stuff with your ice cream!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched the sandra bullock movie premonition and yeah the special feature dvd interviewed other people who've had premonitions. creepy stuff :p if i had to think of something to be interested in, i think it would be supernatural occurrences. or researching them, or something.&lt;br /&gt;other than that, been eating alot lately at the glen so yell out if you're near there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i am coming down with something, my throat hurts :(&lt;br /&gt;*Saddd*&lt;br /&gt;lots of reading to look forward to this weekend. *rolls eyes* psych AND uni readings. uni's so easy to fall behind! i haven't read a single case yet and i'm scrambling to keep up because everything just goes in a flurry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take care all of you! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17259703-3642960067901704375?l=unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com/feeds/3642960067901704375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17259703&amp;postID=3642960067901704375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17259703/posts/default/3642960067901704375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17259703/posts/default/3642960067901704375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com/2008/03/its-kinda-scary-how-last-week-i-blogged.html' title=''/><author><name>xinbean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01228343759968028750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1STYX3yYld0/SJA4SFHRIpI/AAAAAAAABxs/THBbouqcFP8/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R9Dsz4s0eFI/AAAAAAAABog/GsR8sZGh_Vs/s72-c/n624670180_2481512_4288.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17259703.post-2529543860502827730</id><published>2008-03-02T01:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T01:37:16.307-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this weekend i was hit by an epiphany! to COOK :)&lt;br /&gt;i've always wanted to learn how to cook so i decided this year i'll teach myself.&lt;br /&gt;this weekend i made&lt;br /&gt;SUSHI and APPLE TART&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R8p3XAKbTtI/AAAAAAAABmY/ona36C4PzQs/s1600-h/CIMG3535.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R8p3XAKbTtI/AAAAAAAABmY/ona36C4PzQs/s320/CIMG3535.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173078359052865234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;sushi ingredients. rice, rice wine, tuna, seaweed, JAP MAYO (secret ingredient!) it's allllllll about the jap mayo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R8p3YgKbTuI/AAAAAAAABmg/ODzph4SkRZ4/s1600-h/CIMG3538.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R8p3YgKbTuI/AAAAAAAABmg/ODzph4SkRZ4/s320/CIMG3538.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173078384822669026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;first few ones turned out sort of out of shape and stuff oozed out when i rolled it :p i had to poke it back in with my fingers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R8p3agKbTvI/AAAAAAAABmo/IffVuqxLrfg/s1600-h/CIMG3540.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R8p3agKbTvI/AAAAAAAABmo/IffVuqxLrfg/s320/CIMG3540.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173078419182407410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;finished product!&lt;br /&gt;and today i made APPLE DANISH =D (bought a dessert cookbook)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R8p3cAKbTwI/AAAAAAAABmw/X32k5LxOLeU/s1600-h/CIMG3545.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R8p3cAKbTwI/AAAAAAAABmw/X32k5LxOLeU/s320/CIMG3545.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173078444952211202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;turned out like this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no i joke, that was the picture in the book T_T'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R8p4hwKbTxI/AAAAAAAABm4/hssNAbkBDmc/s1600-h/CIMG3542.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R8p4hwKbTxI/AAAAAAAABm4/hssNAbkBDmc/s320/CIMG3542.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173079643248086802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;mine came out abit differently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R8p4iQKbTyI/AAAAAAAABnA/GWEWYjE7gV4/s1600-h/CIMG3543.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R8p4iQKbTyI/AAAAAAAABnA/GWEWYjE7gV4/s320/CIMG3543.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173079651838021410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i know the apple is very messy and not centered LOL im unco okay! theyre all different shapes too :(&lt;br /&gt;random pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R8p6oQKbT0I/AAAAAAAABnQ/D_PDTQtLAdM/s1600-h/P1070248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R8p6oQKbT0I/AAAAAAAABnQ/D_PDTQtLAdM/s320/P1070248.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173081953940492098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;mich&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R8p6ogKbT1I/AAAAAAAABnY/EV3_o1GG8lQ/s1600-h/SL370490.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R8p6ogKbT1I/AAAAAAAABnY/EV3_o1GG8lQ/s320/SL370490.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173081958235459410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;jan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R8p4igKbTzI/AAAAAAAABnI/ygLpKMjAHFU/s1600-h/2+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R8p4igKbTzI/AAAAAAAABnI/ygLpKMjAHFU/s320/2+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173079656132988722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;glo mich and i&lt;br /&gt;SOME CAMP PHOTOS..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R8p-UwKbT2I/AAAAAAAABng/itJ9zFHsvmU/s1600-h/n532220182_2375687_5960.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R8p-UwKbT2I/AAAAAAAABng/itJ9zFHsvmU/s320/n532220182_2375687_5960.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173086016979554146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R8p-VAKbT3I/AAAAAAAABno/r5DMLyWwgYA/s1600-h/n532220182_2375693_8194.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R8p-VAKbT3I/AAAAAAAABno/r5DMLyWwgYA/s320/n532220182_2375693_8194.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173086021274521458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i think it speaks for itself LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R8p-VQKbT4I/AAAAAAAABnw/ws2rwINC4Qs/s1600-h/n532220182_2375700_1092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R8p-VQKbT4I/AAAAAAAABnw/ws2rwINC4Qs/s320/n532220182_2375700_1092.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173086025569488770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R8p-VgKbT5I/AAAAAAAABn4/t6YGnesGIrk/s1600-h/n532220182_2375708_4817.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R8p-VgKbT5I/AAAAAAAABn4/t6YGnesGIrk/s320/n532220182_2375708_4817.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173086029864456082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;yeh that is me ruining the photo LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R8p-VwKbT6I/AAAAAAAABoA/AROp61hDh98/s1600-h/n532220182_2375718_8682.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R8p-VwKbT6I/AAAAAAAABoA/AROp61hDh98/s320/n532220182_2375718_8682.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173086034159423394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;beach at night!&lt;br /&gt;btw i regret not taking pics on my first time at the beach, it was so beautiful and it truly reminded me of God's creation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17259703-2529543860502827730?l=unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com/feeds/2529543860502827730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17259703&amp;postID=2529543860502827730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17259703/posts/default/2529543860502827730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17259703/posts/default/2529543860502827730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com/2008/03/this-weekend-i-was-hit-by-epiphany-to.html' title=''/><author><name>xinbean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01228343759968028750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1STYX3yYld0/SJA4SFHRIpI/AAAAAAAABxs/THBbouqcFP8/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R8p3XAKbTtI/AAAAAAAABmY/ona36C4PzQs/s72-c/CIMG3535.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17259703.post-8794605234612102291</id><published>2008-02-29T01:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T02:10:46.330-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YAY! finally, it's the end of the week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TGIF!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am exhausted! this week has been crazy and jam-packed. i was going to recount my week but my low capacity brain is malfunctioning and now i'm not so sure what i did anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*thinks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MON&lt;br /&gt;first day of uni, i had a marketing lecture. i know i was in considerable pain after camp and stoned throughout my lecture. i did meet a couple of other people though, and surprise! pat was in my marketing lecture. after that, i trudged off to work gloomily and although i didn't know it then.. it was my last day of work. ie, the last day i can perv on the cute german guy with curly brown hair and big blue eyes!! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TUE&lt;br /&gt;very.packed.day. 9 - 5 i am at uni on tuesdays. i know i slipped into my 9am lecture late (grr, even after making such a heroic effort to crawl out of bed at 6.30!) and i fell asleep halfway through and got woken by the girl next to me when she gave the mother of all unglam sneezes. i jerked upright and my pen flew into the lap of the guy on the other side. and then i reached for it :p. JOKE! he gave it back. anyway the rest of the day went by as a blur, all i remember is dashing around with various people. met a 21 year old fellow singaporean in my micro tute and had lunch with him.. OH oh i remember now, tuesday was the day i sat through three lunches. one with my new friend benjamin, and then with elena and then with linda and jono. LOL. *guilty look* oh i also managed to join ASEAN and student life, the christian union in monash uni. hahahah ASEAN showbag had a chocolate flavoured condom much to my amusement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WED&lt;br /&gt;off i go to uni dreading that tank of a 3 hr contract law lecture. but yeay! on the bus i bumped into min2 n rob (whom i just found out his full name is actually robert i was like wth?! i never knew :p) nice surprise to see high school people! contracts was very very sleep-inducing, i kept nodding off and had to make a break for the convenience store and get myself some emergency tiny teddies to keep awake. afterwards i had a 3 hour long break where a bunch of us from law camp eventually found each other on the grass outside the law building where our free bbq was being held (yay! law always seems to have free bbqs for some ocassion or the other) and it was nice just to chill and laugh for 3 hours nonstop. the it occurred to me that might be the beginning of a new friendship group. :) intro to legal reasoning started making slightly more sense after i'd done a little of the prescribed readings and i actually really enjoyed the discussion going on around me. i love how law people are so very opinionated and outspoken! often i wish i were more confident but i think i'll keep low-key until i know abit more about the stuff they discuss. LOL. for now, i listen and pretend to nod in agreement even though i haven't the faintest idea what they're saying. :D at night we had trivia night and i just sat there like a retard eating the chips :D bahahhaha. made a few new friends though, one of whom kindly drove us home that night! and i think he's just offered to take me to uni on wednesdays cos we both have 9am starts. WOOOOOO! no more crappy crawling bus overflowing with students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THU&lt;br /&gt;got woken up by van. at 8.50. .____. lol. i was actually supposed to be in the city at 9 to sit in court. philip: ' gl getting to city in 10 mins.' :P&lt;br /&gt;found out that rainbows aren't like the sun and they're not everywhere in the sky :( no wonder i lost the rainbow wen i got to the city!&lt;br /&gt;court was good; we got decent stuff out of it and i was actually pretty interested. afterwards i dragged poor elena and jono shopping with me (mum's bday) i ended up getting her  jag bag from myer and a cake. watched meet the spartans (jan- your type of movie!)&lt;br /&gt;dinner with family. very like environmentally harmful (sharks' fin etc.) and didn't taste all that good.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i don't understand asian food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRI&lt;br /&gt;marketing lect again! brekkie in the morn with mel, charles and davo. afterwards i drove to clayton with charles clinging onto his bag for dear life in the seat behind. i hate those big vehicles that like drive up beside you, stop, and then like. fart at you o__0 does anyone know what i'm talking about?? i got so nervous today cos i passed 2 of them.&lt;br /&gt;lecture flew by, before we knew it van had abandoned her lecture and we were on our way to (according to van) the best dumplings in glennie. and i must admit, it was pretty good. we even got ice cream (yeayy) and all was perfect till van lost her wallet, but she found it so its all good now.&lt;br /&gt;i went to officeworks before and bought the wrong printer catridge.. (waste of my $50) i am so very sad.&lt;br /&gt;lately i have been quite into postsecret. I LOVE POSTSECRET!! and i also just watched edisons lame public apology -_-' i think its kinda sad how whenever sex scandals happen, the girl is always labelled a slut and the most derogatory comment a guy gets is 'playa'&lt;br /&gt;anyways. off to worship prac now.:]&lt;br /&gt;not sure who reads this chunk of crap, but i know i will when im feeling melancholic.&lt;br /&gt;bye guys!!&lt;br /&gt;p/s i know this is a crappy half-ass attempt at blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;if i lay here, if i just lay here.. would you lie with me and just forget the world?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17259703-8794605234612102291?l=unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com/feeds/8794605234612102291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17259703&amp;postID=8794605234612102291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17259703/posts/default/8794605234612102291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17259703/posts/default/8794605234612102291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com/2008/02/yay-finally-its-end-of-week-tgif-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>xinbean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01228343759968028750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1STYX3yYld0/SJA4SFHRIpI/AAAAAAAABxs/THBbouqcFP8/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17259703.post-8041055638779730557</id><published>2008-02-26T05:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T05:33:43.691-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey all! i'm back from law camp and uni has officially kicked in.&lt;br /&gt;it's been a crazy past couple of days, hence the lack of updates.&lt;br /&gt;law camp was, to summarize, a lot of drinking and partying, basically, like tina said - a hedonistic weekend away. needless to say there were some pretty interesting and eye-opening moments (my eyes are no longer virgin eyes) and i did make a lot of friends when people were sober, so it was a good experience indeed. man, law camp is indeed nothing like innocent school camps.&lt;br /&gt;uni! well i had my first couple of lectures and tutes yesterday and today. so far, except for my marketing tute, there hasn't been anything where i don't know anyone. lovely! :) i am really really grateful to have people i know around in lectures and tutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*on a slightly more melancholic note*&lt;br /&gt;lately i have been a tad depressed, after another bout of my dad yelling at me, i reached for my phone and it hit me that my 'call up to cry' buddies, i.e. jan and pris are both interstate. that made me pretty sad :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss my high school friends, like.. it's been great meeting people the past couple of days but i'm tiring a little of the same old introductory conversation you have with about 3247198374 people. i miss having people whom i don't have to tell them what i'm like, who already know, and who already understand and accept me, and whom i'm completely comfortable with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah well, it'll pass.&lt;br /&gt;have a great week you all! i'm off to do some reading (behind already! and term's barely started.__.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with much love,&lt;br /&gt;xx xinn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17259703-8041055638779730557?l=unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com/feeds/8041055638779730557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17259703&amp;postID=8041055638779730557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17259703/posts/default/8041055638779730557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17259703/posts/default/8041055638779730557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com/2008/02/hey-all-im-back-from-law-camp-and-uni.html' title=''/><author><name>xinbean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01228343759968028750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1STYX3yYld0/SJA4SFHRIpI/AAAAAAAABxs/THBbouqcFP8/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17259703.post-3624990596585100851</id><published>2008-02-20T04:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T04:06:36.269-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my schedule for 2008 is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormalCxSpFirst"&gt;Monday&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"&gt;14.00 – 15.00 Principles of Marketing Lecture&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"&gt;16.00 – 20.00 Work&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"&gt;20.30 – 21.30 Tutor&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"&gt;Tuesday&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"&gt;09.00 – 11.00 Principles of Microeconomics Lecture&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"&gt;11.00 – 12.00 Principles of Marketing Tutorial&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"&gt;12.00 – 13.00 Principles of Microeconomics Tutorial&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"&gt;15.00 – 17.00 Introduction to Legal Reasoning Lecture&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"&gt;09.00 – 12.00 Contract A Lecture (i was like wt&amp;amp;^%$ when i saw this beast of a 3 hr lecture.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"&gt;12.00 – 13.00 Contract A Tutorial&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"&gt;15.00 – 17.00 Introduction to Legal Reasoning Lecture&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"&gt;Friday&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"&gt;11.00 – 12.00 Principles of Marketing Lecture&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"&gt;16.00 – 20.00 Work&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"&gt;20.30 – 21.30 Tutor&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"&gt;Saturday&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"&gt;10.00 – 12.00 Tutor&lt;/p&gt;  so like, my question is, when am i going to find time to eat, poo, be vain, go shopping, watch movies and stuff, hang out with friends, go to church, have &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sabbath&lt;/span&gt; when i got 14 hours of uni a week not including homework and 8 hours of telemarketing and 4 students to tutor? and i don't want to drop any students after taking them on cos it'll be really unfair to them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought uni was going to be a bludge?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17259703-3624990596585100851?l=unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com/feeds/3624990596585100851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17259703&amp;postID=3624990596585100851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17259703/posts/default/3624990596585100851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17259703/posts/default/3624990596585100851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-schedule-for-2008-is-crazy-monday-14.html' title=''/><author><name>xinbean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01228343759968028750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1STYX3yYld0/SJA4SFHRIpI/AAAAAAAABxs/THBbouqcFP8/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17259703.post-4168244105166457007</id><published>2008-02-20T01:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T02:00:35.883-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>a short summary of my day:&lt;br /&gt;9am - met charles at bus stop. charles need to take a dump. charles endure 40 min bus ride clenching his teeth and looking highly uncomfortable. xinni extremely suspicious everytime charles shifts. xinni worried charles dump in his pants. :p&lt;br /&gt;10.00 - arrive at monash. charles run off to toilets at top speed. xinni makes way to hall. xinni and charles enter late.&lt;br /&gt;11.00 - xinni extremely bored. xinni attempt to draw on charles and play the 'pepsicola' game (u guys remember that?) but charles boring. charles listen. xinni go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;12.00 - all line up to join monash law students society. xinni sees krispy kreme donuts and joins another society instead.&lt;br /&gt;12.30 - finally get stupid sausage which was so thick i only ate half. walked around for the rest of time looking for free drink in campus center. decided to go on law library tour. decided to ditch law library tour.and looking for books. and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later. xinni goes to work.&lt;br /&gt;xinni calls random guy. delivers same speech.&lt;br /&gt;random guy ' you have a sexy voice, wanna go out? can i get your number?'&lt;br /&gt;xinni ' no. can i get a time u want ur magazine delivered to you?'&lt;br /&gt;random guy 'aw come on wheres your sense of adventure, why not?'&lt;br /&gt;xinni ' im working'&lt;br /&gt;random guy ' well i won't tell if you won't i'm really really good' (good at what, i didn't ask. don't think i want to know.)&lt;br /&gt;(at this point xinni's mind is screeching HORNBAG)&lt;br /&gt;xinni 'no its ok bye'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that was my day :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17259703-4168244105166457007?l=unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com/feeds/4168244105166457007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17259703&amp;postID=4168244105166457007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17259703/posts/default/4168244105166457007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17259703/posts/default/4168244105166457007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com/2008/02/short-summary-of-my-day-9am-met-charles.html' title=''/><author><name>xinbean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01228343759968028750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1STYX3yYld0/SJA4SFHRIpI/AAAAAAAABxs/THBbouqcFP8/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17259703.post-3828730615283580563</id><published>2008-02-15T09:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T09:59:49.312-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>devil beside you*&lt;br /&gt;我相信　找不到有比你更好的人&lt;br /&gt;你心裡理想情人是幾分&lt;br /&gt;是否也會有我的份?＊&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17259703-3828730615283580563?l=unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com/feeds/3828730615283580563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17259703&amp;postID=3828730615283580563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17259703/posts/default/3828730615283580563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17259703/posts/default/3828730615283580563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com/2008/02/devil-beside-you.html' title=''/><author><name>xinbean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01228343759968028750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1STYX3yYld0/SJA4SFHRIpI/AAAAAAAABxs/THBbouqcFP8/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17259703.post-5516668228722473091</id><published>2008-02-14T05:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T05:03:34.869-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's funny how words unspoken are the ones that seem to speak the loudest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drench yourself in words unspoken&lt;br /&gt;Live your life with arms wide open&lt;br /&gt;Today is where your book begins&lt;br /&gt;The rest is still unwritten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17259703-5516668228722473091?l=unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com/feeds/5516668228722473091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17259703&amp;postID=5516668228722473091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17259703/posts/default/5516668228722473091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17259703/posts/default/5516668228722473091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com/2008/02/its-funny-how-words-unspoken-are-ones.html' title=''/><author><name>xinbean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01228343759968028750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1STYX3yYld0/SJA4SFHRIpI/AAAAAAAABxs/THBbouqcFP8/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17259703.post-3404491570570427447</id><published>2008-02-13T03:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T04:11:52.429-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAHAHAHAHHA what the heck :D&lt;br /&gt;teachers are on strike tomorrow on vday! LOL. somehow the very thought of it made me crack up, since it's so unconceivable in singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't care who with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;i really want to go on the ferris wheeeeeel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOMEONE COME WITH ME *glares at melina* and cheapo, you earn three times as much as me T_T sif pay for you LOL. only if we're a lesbian couple. and i think not, because i'm pretty sure your heart is elsewhere *wink*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17259703-3404491570570427447?l=unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com/feeds/3404491570570427447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17259703&amp;postID=3404491570570427447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17259703/posts/default/3404491570570427447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17259703/posts/default/3404491570570427447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com/2008/02/hahahahahha-what-heck-d-teachers-are-on.html' title=''/><author><name>xinbean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01228343759968028750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1STYX3yYld0/SJA4SFHRIpI/AAAAAAAABxs/THBbouqcFP8/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17259703.post-1615601555331448629</id><published>2008-02-12T14:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T14:47:55.007-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yay! my child in peru or wherever she is wrote me a letter.&lt;br /&gt;it's so cool, i see her growing up from when she first wrote me. even her handwriting's better!&lt;br /&gt;anyway, lol. the reason i'm up at 9.46am in the morning is coz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have no money o_0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. yeh im gonna run some errands today and i was about to step out of the house and i realised that i have no money to do it. such is my sad life :p&lt;br /&gt;zhenZHENzhen - whats ur driving instructors no. and how much does he charge?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17259703-1615601555331448629?l=unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com/feeds/1615601555331448629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17259703&amp;postID=1615601555331448629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17259703/posts/default/1615601555331448629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17259703/posts/default/1615601555331448629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com/2008/02/yay-my-child-in-peru-or-wherever-she-is.html' title=''/><author><name>xinbean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01228343759968028750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1STYX3yYld0/SJA4SFHRIpI/AAAAAAAABxs/THBbouqcFP8/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17259703.post-2557578507471596306</id><published>2008-02-12T07:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T07:50:14.264-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sooner or later it's over..&lt;br /&gt;i just don't wanna miss you tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the winds of change are in the air.&lt;br /&gt;i just wish i didn't feel so apprehensive or scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i reflect, i realize that the past 2 years haven't made me any braver about dealing with change. it's so true that the only constant in life is change. and yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so losttt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i know is that, right now, sitting here, i have no clue about what i want. i have no sense of purpose or direction, and i feel blank and empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's a horrible little niggling sense of.. frustration and a lack of fulfilment, and i feel so very unsettled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;when everythings made to be broken..&lt;br /&gt;i just want you to know who i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17259703-2557578507471596306?l=unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com/feeds/2557578507471596306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17259703&amp;postID=2557578507471596306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17259703/posts/default/2557578507471596306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17259703/posts/default/2557578507471596306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com/2008/02/sooner-or-later-its-over.html' title=''/><author><name>xinbean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01228343759968028750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1STYX3yYld0/SJA4SFHRIpI/AAAAAAAABxs/THBbouqcFP8/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17259703.post-7249280375544286960</id><published>2008-02-11T04:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T01:37:16.571-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the previous post is removed because, well.. i only want to remember the good times on this blog. any other times, i'll use it to rant and then delete it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my favourite song ever?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;superman &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;by five for fighting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whenever i'm sad, whenever i'm happy, whenever i'm angry, whenever i'm hurt, whenever i need to calm down, whenever i'm troubled, i listen to this. more than any other song, it means so much to me. memories that come flooding back, from year 7, and through the years that followed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and somehow, i've never managed to get sick of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. valentine's day is around the corner.! one of my favourite holidays. i think everyone should celebrate it, whether or not they're attached or single. because it's about celebrating love, telling people around you that you cherish them. all around me, i see people getting ready to show someone else how much they love them, and it makes me feel so happy to be part of a world where we set aside a day just in honor of telling people around you how special they are to you. today i met a shop assistant who proudly told us her boyfriend had booked a dinner on the tram restaurant. didn't sound so special, but it was how she beamed when she said it, that made me realize that it was the effort her boyfriend went through to get a table there that made her so happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this valentines day, someone i specially want honor and cherish is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PRIS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R7A_soaY_LI/AAAAAAAABmI/IM0ce6Uxl8E/s1600-h/n518019863_177786_8388.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R7A_soaY_LI/AAAAAAAABmI/IM0ce6Uxl8E/s320/n518019863_177786_8388.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165698808588860594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;for all the times that you were there for me. i don't have to name them time by time, but between us we've shared a lot, bad and good. sometime this year, i thought we'd all grown apart because of.. well, so many reasons, but mainly because we were all moving in our different directions (no pun intended ;p) and somehow, i let myself get used to it and didn't bother to mend the growing gap, and i'm sososo sorry because now i realise that throughout the year, you must have had so many moments where you might've needed to talk to someone, and i wasn't fully there for you. you've always been the one who's wise and smart and knows what to do, and i took it for granted that sometimes you, even with your unshakeable faith, would feel lost and confused and need someone to be there. yesterday i realised, it doesn't matter how different we are, how sometimes we may not agree with the way each other thinks or deals with stuff, what matters is that, all along you've always been there to support me and not judge me, and for that i really am grateful from the bottom of my heart. i haven't been as big-hearted as you but i promise i'll try to be a better friend, even though you're going to be so far away. and you know that i will miss you sooooooooo much, your presence in my life, your psychotically loud laugh, and your beautiful voice that sings to God. but with all that, i know and understand the reasons you're going and i want to wish you all the best and a fresh start, where you can truly leave some things behind, and pursue a future thats shining brightly. and, i also wanted to tell you, i'll always be here for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who needs a guy when you have friends like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, emo moment over.. this valentines' day, i'm spending it with my beloved single friends, and i'll make sure i treasure every single moment and store it up in my memory, because i have a feeling it's going to be the last valentine's i spend with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt; of them for awhile before everyone goes off or gets attached.&lt;br /&gt;btw, to all of you - pris, glo, em, mich, mel, jan - you guys are the best friends anybody could ask for. *jan no dedication to you, cos im SURE YOU'LL BE COMING BACK FROM TASI, OR ELSE ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally, it's time to remember the greatest love of all, the one that cleanses, forgives, heals, and nourishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the greatest love that anyone could ever know,&lt;br /&gt;that overcame the cross and grave to find my soul..&lt;br /&gt;and till i see you face to face, and grace amazing takes me home..&lt;br /&gt;i'll trust in you..&lt;br 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title=''/><author><name>xinbean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01228343759968028750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1STYX3yYld0/SJA4SFHRIpI/AAAAAAAABxs/THBbouqcFP8/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R7A_soaY_LI/AAAAAAAABmI/IM0ce6Uxl8E/s72-c/n518019863_177786_8388.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17259703.post-563536761729363082</id><published>2008-02-07T23:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T01:37:17.697-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R6v_bze8nKI/AAAAAAAABlY/9RtTNXcpWlk/s1600-h/pjigglypuff17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R6v_bze8nKI/AAAAAAAABlY/9RtTNXcpWlk/s320/pjigglypuff17.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164502250851966114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;'hi my name is &lt;strike&gt; jigglypuff &lt;/strike&gt; xinni, i like to draw on people when they sleep.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;._.' *guilty face* yesterday night when my sister was sleeping i had the sudden urge to draw on her face, so i crept really close and grabbed the nearest fineliner and texted a nice little penis on her cheek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... i didn't know that it wouldn't come out, plus i know she would &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;definitely &lt;/span&gt;look in the mirror before school so i knew that there would be no chance she'd not know it was there, but anyway..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this morning i woke up to a roar and my sister swearing at me ._.' 'what the *&amp;amp;^% did u draw on my face its not *&amp;amp;%#ing coming out'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then when i came home more abuse and swearing for a good half an hour or so ._.' i was gonna say sorry but on second thoughts after she threw a pen my way i decided to just shut up -_-' i'm not very good with apologies, neither am i good with them once about 15 mins has passed and the persons still yelling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaaaaaaaanyway, my plan to clean my room failed since this is what it looked like when i was done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R6wBsDe8nOI/AAAAAAAABl4/fXAGzq5G1VQ/s1600-h/CIMG3387.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R6wBsDe8nOI/AAAAAAAABl4/fXAGzq5G1VQ/s320/CIMG3387.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164504729048095970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;drawer! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R6wBsje8nPI/AAAAAAAABmA/-n9KgwNw0q0/s1600-h/CIMG3389.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R6wBsje8nPI/AAAAAAAABmA/-n9KgwNw0q0/s320/CIMG3389.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164504737638030578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;other drawer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R6wBqze8nLI/AAAAAAAABlg/EesVhdPSJs4/s1600-h/CIMG3388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R6wBqze8nLI/AAAAAAAABlg/EesVhdPSJs4/s320/CIMG3388.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164504707573259442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;yeah, that's right. i took out everything in an attempt to sort it but when i faced the mess i decided i couldnt do it and came back upstairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R6wBrDe8nMI/AAAAAAAABlo/ODxiXwUWQCM/s1600-h/CIMG3393.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R6wBrDe8nMI/AAAAAAAABlo/ODxiXwUWQCM/s320/CIMG3393.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164504711868226754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;mother of all lobsters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R6wBrje8nNI/AAAAAAAABlw/gloFPDPC3XQ/s1600-h/CIMG3426.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R6wBrje8nNI/AAAAAAAABlw/gloFPDPC3XQ/s320/CIMG3426.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164504720458161362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;at aunty linda's house - miche, em, glo and i.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was cny in a nutshell for me. today going up the escalators at bh, i realised that the steps were stained with blood.. alot of blood.&lt;br /&gt;me: melina did u see the blood?&lt;br /&gt;melina: it's not blood dumbarse.&lt;br /&gt;.. when we got to the top of the escalator there was a lady on the floor and a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lot &lt;/span&gt;of blood.. she was indeed bleeding profusely. i felt pretty sick, haven't seen that much blood for real on the floors ever. which i guess is a good thing that i felt something, since i would've thought watching csi and all that on a regular basis would have made me a cold-hearted bastard immune to gory scenes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met justin today :] he owes me 1) shoes and 2) ice-skating. lol.&lt;br /&gt;lastly, the score on the kneeing competition is charles: 2 xinni: 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D coolies. happy cny guys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;jigglypuff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17259703-563536761729363082?l=unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com/feeds/563536761729363082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17259703&amp;postID=563536761729363082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17259703/posts/default/563536761729363082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17259703/posts/default/563536761729363082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com/2008/02/hi-my-name-is-jigglypuff-xinni-i-like.html' title=''/><author><name>xinbean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01228343759968028750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1STYX3yYld0/SJA4SFHRIpI/AAAAAAAABxs/THBbouqcFP8/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R6v_bze8nKI/AAAAAAAABlY/9RtTNXcpWlk/s72-c/pjigglypuff17.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17259703.post-5818050333170141036</id><published>2008-02-05T17:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T18:01:00.674-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just want to see you, when you're all alone..&lt;br /&gt;i just want to catch you, if i can..&lt;br /&gt;i just want to be there, when the morning light explodes..&lt;br /&gt;on your face, it radiates.. i can't escape..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you till the end.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just want to tell you, nothing you don't want to hear&lt;br /&gt;all i want is for you to say ..&lt;br /&gt;why don't you just take me where i've never been before?&lt;br /&gt;i know you want to hear me catch my breath..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you till the end..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just want to be there, when we're caught in the rain..&lt;br /&gt;i just want to see you laugh, not cry..&lt;br /&gt;i just want to feel you when the night puts on its cloak&lt;br /&gt;i'm lost for words.. don't tell me&lt;br /&gt;all i can say..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i love you till the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;such an awesome song!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, it's officially cny eve, but the reason im sitting here instead of soaking up the festivities is that we're in melbourne, not singapore, where everywhere you turn there's the smell of bbq pork in the air and annoyingly tuneless clangy chinese new year music is played throughout the shopping centers and pretty much everywhere you go there are bright red lights and stuff and posters announcing cny sales. and everyone who's virtually older than you whips out a red packet to present you with. ($_$!!) here.. life goes on as normal, nothing so much as even twitches to signify that chinese new year is here. cny is sorta when i miss singapore the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as with the custom, today is a spring-cleaning day where everything has to be spick and span for the arrival of the lunar year..*groans* when i think about my room i can feel a headache coming on.. it's crazy. i have clothes to sort, makeup to organise, paraphernalia to clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i suppose..i'd best get started. i'll take some photos of before and after, so you guys can see my room-cleaning progress :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy chinese new year everyone! for those of you in singapore, nibble an extra ba kwa and pineapple tart for me. for those here.. lol, happy cleaning your room and having reunion dinners. for me, i'm not so sure how our reunion dinner will differ from an everyday dinner.. since we don't have relos here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. I WANNA PUPPY OR A KITTENNN  I WANNA PUPPYYYY OR A KITTEN&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17259703-5818050333170141036?l=unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com/feeds/5818050333170141036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17259703&amp;postID=5818050333170141036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17259703/posts/default/5818050333170141036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17259703/posts/default/5818050333170141036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-just-want-to-see-you-when-youre-all.html' title=''/><author><name>xinbean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01228343759968028750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1STYX3yYld0/SJA4SFHRIpI/AAAAAAAABxs/THBbouqcFP8/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17259703.post-1530674823564943625</id><published>2008-02-04T20:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T01:37:18.181-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;PS, I LOVE YOU. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;so yesterday melina and i decided it's been ages since we caught a decent movie, so we went to see PS, i love you upon hearing that it was really good.&lt;br /&gt;what can i say?&lt;br /&gt;ten minutes into the movie we had already begun sobbing like a couple of babies, and then towards the end of the movie i was pretty much wailing and melina was practically howling and making all sorts of snotty noises. :p when the movie ended, we staggered outside as quickly as we could and sought refuge in the toilets. for some reason, melina's face returned to its normal color in about five minutes whilst i spent the rest of the day with my face the color that somewhat resembles a baboon's backside. and for the rest of the day, i had the mother of all headaches. looking at bright light hurt and i was groggy and my whole face was sore.. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been ages since a movie tugged at my heartstrings like that, and it's definitely one of my favourite films now - easily one of the best i've seen in the last year. it's simple and honest and i was so touched by how the guy seemed to know his wife, exactly down to what she would say, when she would say it. (guys, that means that i am going to force you all to watch it if you haven't already seen it, just like a walk to remember.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this last letter, in particular, i felt like my heart was breaking..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Dear Holly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"  &gt; I don't have much time. I don't mean literally. I mean your out buying icecream and you'll be home soon. But I have a feeling this is the last letter. Because there is only one thing left to tell you. It isn't going to go down memory lane or make you buy a lamp. You can take care of yoruself without any help from me. It's to tell you how much you move me. You have changed me. You made made me a man by loving me, Holly. And for that i'm eternally grateful. Literally. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If you can promise me anything, promise me that whenver your sad or unsure..or you lose complete faith..that you'll try and see yourself through my eyes.&lt;/span&gt; thank you for the honor of being my wife. I'm a man with no regrets. How lucky am i? You made my life, Holly. But i'm just one chapter in yours. There'll be more. I promise. So here it comes..the big one... Don't be afraid to fall in love again..watch out for that signal when life as you know it ends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"  &gt;P.S. I will always love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R6fmWDe8nFI/AAAAAAAABkw/fyTltqeuqZg/s1600-h/17924.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R6fmWDe8nFI/AAAAAAAABkw/fyTltqeuqZg/s320/17924.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163348764370181202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;okay, fine, i admit that googling the letter is bordering on slightly psychotic/obsessive but i also downloaded the whole soundtrack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HIGHLY RECOMMENDED (for all chick-flick lovers out there.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;on to other things, i finally quit my job because it was getting to stressful. i was gonna quit in 2 weeks' time&lt;br /&gt;anyway but yeah, there's no point &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;staying when i can't make sales and i come back cranky and ready to bite someone's head off. so yayy! i'm finally free to have some me-time, and do some reading and whatnot. the prospect of having the rest of summer to enjoy makes me very happy indeeeed :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, yesterday i walked past pet's paradise and i saw a kitten that cost $170. i'm hoping that i can get it.. so fingers crossed that my parents will say yes. surprisingly, my dad said that he'll consider it. no promises.. but that's more than i hoped for when i asked. so now i've got my hopes up really really high - because it's something i've wanted since forever, pretty much more than anything else since i was about 6 or so.&lt;br /&gt;however, in the meantime i am going to stand in front of the kitten box in pets paradise and snarl and bare my teeth at anyone who looks potentially interested in buying &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;kitten.. (the one i held yesterday was all white with grey markings on its head and ears and blueish eyes) ...i wanna kitten i wanna kitten i wanna kittenn!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway here are some pics from our camberwell market expedition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R6fmXje8nJI/AAAAAAAABlQ/fWNBt8xmvSI/s1600-h/n624670180_2277771_4669.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R6fmXje8nJI/AAAAAAAABlQ/fWNBt8xmvSI/s320/n624670180_2277771_4669.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163348790139985042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;jan with marcs shirt.. i think it's marcs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R6fmXDe8nHI/AAAAAAAABlA/gGdq3Zk79TI/s1600-h/n624670180_2277773_5602.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R6fmXDe8nHI/AAAAAAAABlA/gGdq3Zk79TI/s320/n624670180_2277773_5602.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163348781550050418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;my feet hurt and i had to stop and rest.. but lookie the shopping! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R6fmWze8nGI/AAAAAAAABk4/vpXTsLJESxw/s1600-h/n624670180_2277774_6311.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R6fmWze8nGI/AAAAAAAABk4/vpXTsLJESxw/s320/n624670180_2277774_6311.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163348777255083106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;aww &lt;3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;we will miss you when you go..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so before i leave you all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps, i love you :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17259703-1530674823564943625?l=unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com/feeds/1530674823564943625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17259703&amp;postID=1530674823564943625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17259703/posts/default/1530674823564943625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17259703/posts/default/1530674823564943625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com/2008/02/ps-i-love-you.html' title=''/><author><name>xinbean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01228343759968028750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1STYX3yYld0/SJA4SFHRIpI/AAAAAAAABxs/THBbouqcFP8/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R6fmWDe8nFI/AAAAAAAABkw/fyTltqeuqZg/s72-c/17924.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17259703.post-866007571846086504</id><published>2008-02-03T05:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T05:41:28.552-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>rahh.. sometimes i just wanna scream --'&lt;br /&gt;i cant be bothered anymore ._.' and no, its not the job im referring to.&lt;br /&gt;its just so.. meaningless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------&lt;br /&gt;change of topic, today i went to camberwell market for the first time (since it only opens 6am - 12pm sundays) and usually i have church. so. yeah. this morn i made a ginormous effort and dragged my sorry ass out of bed at 6am after about 4 hours of sleep.. speaking of that, ive been getting somewhere around 4 hours of sleep for the past few days and im surprised im still fully functional..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i know, i am superwoman right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway yeh camberwell market is awesome! i love markets coz its always so bustley and lively, and the atmospheres just really light and there are bargains everywhere. now that i know what i can potentially achieve on sunday mornings, im motivated never to sleep in on sundays again. today was highly productive and left me emotionally very fulfilled. :D *eyes light up at the thought of cheap buys*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there were a couple of strange people, like one woman whom we tried to bargain with and shes like ' do you know where you are? camberwell market. no bargaining'&lt;br /&gt;lol. tightarse.&lt;br /&gt;there were a couple of interesting shops, like this shop that was playing this fully sick bong music.. just listening to it made me and jan crack up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also retained three blisters, as a result of walking in the wrong shoes (not on purpose, i just didnt think before i ran out the door this morn) and not only are they blisters, theyre like the mother of all blisters that have water inside . LOL. towards the middle of shopping i got annoyed and just decided, ah screw it and took my shoes off and walked around for the rest of it looking like a shoeless hobo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;church was just church and mediocre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. i finally watched 27 dresses!&lt;br /&gt;''my favourite part of weddings is when the bride walks in, and everyone stands to look at her, but i look at the groom just to see the expression and love on his face.''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that makes sense, i wonder why i never thought of that :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17259703-866007571846086504?l=unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com/feeds/866007571846086504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17259703&amp;postID=866007571846086504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17259703/posts/default/866007571846086504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17259703/posts/default/866007571846086504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com/2008/02/rahh.html' title=''/><author><name>xinbean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01228343759968028750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1STYX3yYld0/SJA4SFHRIpI/AAAAAAAABxs/THBbouqcFP8/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17259703.post-6348938825129369787</id><published>2008-02-01T02:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T02:04:42.465-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>... i can't believe this.&lt;br /&gt;i'm back in sales.&lt;br /&gt;*&amp;amp;^%$#@ &gt;=[&lt;br /&gt;i am so sad right now. sales is like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the &lt;/span&gt;singular most upsetting and frustrating thing ever. very '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cham' &lt;/span&gt;.. either way i get scolded by the boss or the people i call up -.-&lt;br /&gt;*walks off sadly*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17259703-6348938825129369787?l=unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com/feeds/6348938825129369787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17259703&amp;postID=6348938825129369787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17259703/posts/default/6348938825129369787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17259703/posts/default/6348938825129369787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com/2008/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>xinbean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01228343759968028750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1STYX3yYld0/SJA4SFHRIpI/AAAAAAAABxs/THBbouqcFP8/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17259703.post-5320010121401752477</id><published>2008-01-30T06:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T06:21:43.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>NO. MORE. TELEMARKETING!!!&lt;br /&gt;can i hear a HELL YEAH?! :)&lt;br /&gt;the manager's finally come to her senses and realized that telemarketing is a dying business in australia, and has finally moved the whole team onto doing customer upgrades.&lt;br /&gt;which is not only a heck of a lot easier, because people are now actually willing to speak to you, and if you play your cards right sometimes they even like you enough to joke around a little bit and take what you're offering them for the next two years. we also now get commission if we manage to attach new services and the hours are better.&lt;br /&gt;i don't deny that it's alot less draining for me - since before i kinda got a little cut up about selling 90 year old pensioners a plan that would cost them what little they already have.. and lying through my teeth that they would have reception in their area even when i wasn't too sure about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yes, at least i don't come home from work now ready to sink my teeth into the nearest unfortunate person. thank God for that, coz i really don't know how long i would've lasted doing telemarketing. i was getting pretty aggro after every job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moving on, yesterday i visited the courts as part of our pre-term-homework for law. the magistrates court was like i expected/remembered, only worse because all we did was hear bails get approved or remanded and that was basically it. i don't think we even got to hear the offences committed. it was a very touch and go sorta thing and i kinda felt sorry for a judge in a magistrate's court, doing a crappy monotonous boring job like that everyday in a wig that looks ugly and i bet itches.. it's the kinda job that someone's gotta do, but no one particularly loves i think. i literally entertained myself by doodling a picture in my notebook. i drew a house, sun, animals, etc etc.. very intellectually stimulating it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we moved onto the county court which was definitely where the big boys were :) im talking hardcore criminals, like rapists and stuff. unfortunately we didnt get to sit in the rape one, coz i would've greasied the dude with all my might for sure. anyhoo we randomly picked a court and on our way up, i did something damn embarrassing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i crushed a judge in the lift doors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough said, it was an accident but still my face was burning and i had to endure the rest of the lift ride in awkward silence with charles smirking at me and giggling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am a fearsome judge crusher!! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, the case this time was more interesting, involving some sort of fraud with a hardcore chinese dude who was even involved in that box hill stabbing case some of you guys might remember? the one in 7-11 where some guy died. anyway it was quite an experience watching the guy get examined and questioned and put under a whole lotta pressure by a tightass prosecutor who fired questions mercilessly and relentlessly, as well as a tad ruder than he had to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come to think of it, the prosecutor probably thought that we were related to the chinese dude LOL. heheh. a whole row of asian kids sitting in a chinese mans examination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywayyy. i leave u all with another odd spot (yea, that time again)&lt;br /&gt;- the average person spends 2 weeks kissing in a lifetime&lt;br /&gt;AND&lt;br /&gt;- women on average manage about 7000 words a day whereas men get in only slightly above 2000.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;owwwie, my cramps hurttt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17259703-5320010121401752477?l=unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com/feeds/5320010121401752477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17259703&amp;postID=5320010121401752477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17259703/posts/default/5320010121401752477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17259703/posts/default/5320010121401752477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com/2008/01/no.html' title=''/><author><name>xinbean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01228343759968028750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1STYX3yYld0/SJA4SFHRIpI/AAAAAAAABxs/THBbouqcFP8/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17259703.post-4154214088967225753</id><published>2008-01-25T02:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T01:37:18.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>australian open fever hit me a tad too late! grrr..i would've bought some tickets and gone.&lt;br /&gt;nvm, there's always next year.&lt;br /&gt;was watching the tennis on tv and got caught up in rooting for Tsonga, the newcomer at the grand slam this year. he fully trashed nadal much to my delight (i enjoy rooting for the underdog sometimes, in this case i took particular pleasure in it because nadal grosses me out) world number 2 he may be, but he also badly needs a haircut and maybe to get rid of that ever-widening bald strip in his parting. and maybe de-grease himself, if it's possible. and stop pulling those perpetual wedgies. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;but anyway, it's always a heap more satisfaction when the underdog you're going for triumphs and comes out tops :] tsonga played excellently yesterday and i was on the biggest high when the match ended.&lt;br /&gt;yay for tsongsa! my new herooo LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;YAY I GOT MY NEW LAPTOP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R5m-Xze8nBI/AAAAAAAABkQ/FjTP_ea8mP4/s1600-h/CIMG9250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R5m-Xze8nBI/AAAAAAAABkQ/FjTP_ea8mP4/s320/CIMG9250.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159364164295891986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;outside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R5m-YTe8nCI/AAAAAAAABkY/z311GhRMPYs/s1600-h/CIMG9252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R5m-YTe8nCI/AAAAAAAABkY/z311GhRMPYs/s320/CIMG9252.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159364172885826594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;inside.&lt;br /&gt;PINK! PINKPINK! =] am going through this slightly tb and very mental phase where i am trying to make my whole laptop pink. dw, won't go over the top like xiaxue style and plaster everything with tacky diamantes. but i really like this plushy baby pink color. makes me feel soft and fluffy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dad was so embarrasing when we were buying the laptop. he tried to bargain with the manager of dick smith until the manager's moustache was quivering with rage and the salesman was quaking and sweating profusely. .______.' i sorta shifted uncomfortably and shuffled away when i saw my dad internally gearing up (he puffs himself up sorta and has this really &gt;=[ expression on his face when hes gonna argue hc)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boo, i'm working like almost every single day next week. *grumble*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and lastly i want you guys to meet TORTLE, my new friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R5m-Yze8nDI/AAAAAAAABkg/QuGGTMCPZDM/s1600-h/CIMG9253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R5m-Yze8nDI/AAAAAAAABkg/QuGGTMCPZDM/s320/CIMG9253.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159364181475761202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;she's massive and soft and lovely to sleep with =] my grandma doesnt like her because she takes up blanket. LOL. she muttered some disparaging comment about how its butt is so big and she doesnt get enough space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you davo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s. i seriously will find a way to pay you &gt;=[&lt;br /&gt;*totters off excitedly*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17259703-4154214088967225753?l=unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com/feeds/4154214088967225753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17259703&amp;postID=4154214088967225753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17259703/posts/default/4154214088967225753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17259703/posts/default/4154214088967225753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com/2008/01/australian-open-fever-hit-me-tad-too.html' title=''/><author><name>xinbean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01228343759968028750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1STYX3yYld0/SJA4SFHRIpI/AAAAAAAABxs/THBbouqcFP8/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R5m-Xze8nBI/AAAAAAAABkQ/FjTP_ea8mP4/s72-c/CIMG9250.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17259703.post-3640582508087461249</id><published>2008-01-22T18:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T01:37:25.681-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>NO WORK YESTERDAY!! (that makes me happy even though i have to work today.zzz)&lt;br /&gt;which made yesterday was a fun fun day!&lt;br /&gt;gloria's back - that means i have my shopping buddy back! so we had lunch at box hill and traded shopping (shoes) and then compared our buys, even though we already did that her first day back on skype for like 3 hours. turns out we bought some of the same products ;) LOL. yay for shopping buddies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then jess called me after her enrolment. i was supposed to meet her,  head to the city, watch a movie with the girls and then go for dinner.. but because we ran very very late.. &gt;.&lt;' funny because we thought we missed the train so we took our time sauntering.. just in time to see the train close its doors and leave.. zzz. don't you hate it when that happens? so no movie LOL. instead we ended up standing around under the big clock at melb central just chatting and catching up and bumping into people we knew. we also made alot of noise i think :p which attracted the ears and eyes of random people who started following our conversations at the wrong times .. LOL.  oh - thank you maggie for the souvenir from hk! she got me a lovely little package with all sorts of cool things packed inside. plus some stickers of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ah jin&lt;/span&gt; from it started with a kiss(forgot his real name - he's the dude from farenheit &lt;3) onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R5a2Gze8mwI/AAAAAAAABiI/FjYqbrirxQM/s1600-h/CIMG3311s.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R5a2Gze8mwI/AAAAAAAABiI/FjYqbrirxQM/s320/CIMG3311s.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158510651214961410" border="0" /&gt;before sunset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R5a0Zje8muI/AAAAAAAABh4/dLXymDo5bRo/s1600-h/CIMG3304s.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R5a0Zje8muI/AAAAAAAABh4/dLXymDo5bRo/s320/CIMG3304s.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158508774314253026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;BIRTHDAY GIRL. happy birthday &lt;strike&gt; ugly &lt;/strike&gt; beautiful. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R5a0Yje8msI/AAAAAAAABho/cnUFJeYr0hA/s1600-h/CIMG3289s.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R5a0Yje8msI/AAAAAAAABho/cnUFJeYr0hA/s320/CIMG3289s.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158508757134383810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;karakarakarabel! i'll miss you if u go to ANU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R5a0Yze8mtI/AAAAAAAABhw/zPiLOeK7fJs/s1600-h/CIMG3293s.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R5a0Yze8mtI/AAAAAAAABhw/zPiLOeK7fJs/s320/CIMG3293s.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158508761429351122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;zhen, sarah and gina. sarah as usual looks real glam :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R5a0YTe8mrI/AAAAAAAABhg/coGXZIzIQ1M/s1600-h/CIMG3288s.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R5a0YTe8mrI/AAAAAAAABhg/coGXZIzIQ1M/s320/CIMG3288s.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158508752839416498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;trac and kara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R5a2HTe8mzI/AAAAAAAABig/Dt7e8WcHAmI/s1600-h/CIMG3321s.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R5a2HTe8mzI/AAAAAAAABig/Dt7e8WcHAmI/s320/CIMG3321s.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158510659804896050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;lol at sarah again. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R5a2HDe8myI/AAAAAAAABiY/5ft18F4mCUw/s1600-h/CIMG3314s.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R5a2HDe8myI/AAAAAAAABiY/5ft18F4mCUw/s320/CIMG3314s.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158510655509928738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;gina, me, trace. HAPPY! docklands is one beautiful place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R5a2HDe8mxI/AAAAAAAABiQ/HjtvsZfxAMc/s1600-h/CIMG3313s.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R5a2HDe8mxI/AAAAAAAABiQ/HjtvsZfxAMc/s320/CIMG3313s.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158510655509928722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;sleaze buddies lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R5a2Gje8mvI/AAAAAAAABiA/TDelpVxqb2g/s1600-h/CIMG3310s.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R5a2Gje8mvI/AAAAAAAABiA/TDelpVxqb2g/s320/CIMG3310s.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158510646919994098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;whereupon zhen said she felt tall.. -__-' i wonder why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R5a2wTe8m0I/AAAAAAAABio/iYPeguEJbI8/s1600-h/CIMG3324s.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R5a2wTe8m0I/AAAAAAAABio/iYPeguEJbI8/s320/CIMG3324s.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158511364179532610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R5a2wje8m1I/AAAAAAAABiw/vKoCNWyfv7w/s1600-h/CIMG3325s.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R5a2wje8m1I/AAAAAAAABiw/vKoCNWyfv7w/s320/CIMG3325s.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158511368474499922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;bubbleheads&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R5a2wje8m2I/AAAAAAAABi4/CAF9FQOtbwM/s1600-h/CIMG3330s.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R5a2wje8m2I/AAAAAAAABi4/CAF9FQOtbwM/s320/CIMG3330s.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158511368474499938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;just before the sunset.. maggie got shat on. LOL. something white fell from the sky and i resisted the urge to catch it.. good thing too.. because moments later poo splattered on maggie's jeans. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R5a2wze8m3I/AAAAAAAABjA/_MTPTs50OKU/s1600-h/CIMG3331s.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R5a2wze8m3I/AAAAAAAABjA/_MTPTs50OKU/s320/CIMG3331s.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158511372769467250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;at the restaurant! i like the light fixture. that ultra long table is ours! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R5a2xDe8m4I/AAAAAAAABjI/Un14UQQiTsk/s1600-h/CIMG3333s.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R5a2xDe8m4I/AAAAAAAABjI/Un14UQQiTsk/s320/CIMG3333s.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158511377064434562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ordered smoke salmon fettucine that turned out slightly bland :( and came with like 2 pieces of salmon.. grr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R5a3JTe8m5I/AAAAAAAABjQ/__i6iEorbW4/s1600-h/CIMG3337s.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R5a3JTe8m5I/AAAAAAAABjQ/__i6iEorbW4/s320/CIMG3337s.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158511793676262290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;other side of the table - cherry, pat, jin, dev.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R5a3KDe8m7I/AAAAAAAABjg/4l7lpKiGKNw/s1600-h/CIMG3343s.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R5a3KDe8m7I/AAAAAAAABjg/4l7lpKiGKNw/s320/CIMG3343s.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158511806561164210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;me and dev!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R5a3KTe8m8I/AAAAAAAABjo/_PuC8rkjp90/s1600-h/CIMG3346s.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R5a3KTe8m8I/AAAAAAAABjo/_PuC8rkjp90/s320/CIMG3346s.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158511810856131522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;me and zu.&lt;br /&gt;lol. i cbb taking photos once we sat down, which i should've done .. instead i just grabbed anyone who walked by.LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R5a3KDe8m6I/AAAAAAAABjY/QudHCQkqt2s/s1600-h/CIMG3338s.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R5a3KDe8m6I/AAAAAAAABjY/QudHCQkqt2s/s320/CIMG3338s.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158511806561164194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;birthday girl blowing out the cake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R5a3Kje8m9I/AAAAAAAABjw/_hagX-jDxyA/s1600-h/CIMG3348s.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R5a3Kje8m9I/AAAAAAAABjw/_hagX-jDxyA/s320/CIMG3348s.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158511815151098834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;kitty, me and kara!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R5a3pje8m_I/AAAAAAAABkA/oyC6j0fSiH4/s1600-h/CIMG3352s.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R5a3pje8m_I/AAAAAAAABkA/oyC6j0fSiH4/s320/CIMG3352s.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158512347727043570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;zhen &amp;amp; i on the boardwalk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R5a3pje8nAI/AAAAAAAABkI/AAvp0c_O_WY/s1600-h/CIMG3354s.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R5a3pje8nAI/AAAAAAAABkI/AAvp0c_O_WY/s320/CIMG3354s.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158512347727043586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;docklands is so beautiful. we were saying that if we were guys, this is where we'd take our prospective gfs to ask them out. *cough* LOL DAVID XD u know who to take here! mmmm.. mm lol.&lt;br /&gt;gina, sarah and i just sat there dangling our feet over the boardwalk for ages.&lt;br /&gt;it was so peaceful and serene. i wish they had a ferris wheel there .. beats the view you get on the one in the city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R5a3pTe8m-I/AAAAAAAABj4/D-vrqITlBak/s1600-h/CIMG3350s.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R5a3pTe8m-I/AAAAAAAABj4/D-vrqITlBak/s320/CIMG3350s.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158512343432076258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;left to right - maggie, kitty, sarah, xinni, zhen, kara, jess, gina, tracy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i'm hearing what you're saying but i just can't make a sound..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random pic of em and mich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R5a0YDe8mqI/AAAAAAAABhY/Wqqhzh_0jk0/s1600-h/CIMG3283s.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R5a0YDe8mqI/AAAAAAAABhY/Wqqhzh_0jk0/s320/CIMG3283s.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158508748544449186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17259703-3640582508087461249?l=unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com/feeds/3640582508087461249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17259703&amp;postID=3640582508087461249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17259703/posts/default/3640582508087461249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17259703/posts/default/3640582508087461249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com/2008/01/no-work-yesterday-that-makes-me-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>xinbean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01228343759968028750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1STYX3yYld0/SJA4SFHRIpI/AAAAAAAABxs/THBbouqcFP8/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R5a2Gze8mwI/AAAAAAAABiI/FjYqbrirxQM/s72-c/CIMG3311s.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17259703.post-8844276485453373067</id><published>2008-01-20T18:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T01:37:26.198-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i've missed yet another chance to go laptop hunting cos i overslept. when i woke up and called my dad just then he's like 'i'm in cape shank' .. and i googled it and cape shank is like in fricken mornington peninsula -_-'&lt;/div&gt;so i guess i won't be buying them today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyhoo, i've managed to narrow it down to a macbook air or a vaio.. maybe coz they are both sexy looking.. but other than that i don't know very much about either of them. *airhead voice* theyre prettttyyy.. plus the vaio comes in pink. LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157755004573871986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R5QG2YYeb3I/AAAAAAAABhI/03XUih5E0QU/s320/pink_vaio_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157755004573872002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R5QG2YYeb4I/AAAAAAAABhQ/eGxSshX71Jc/s320/131583-mbair_large.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;vaio? or macbook??????????? raaaarrr. it's so hard to decide.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*hums* i'm holding on your rope got me ten feet off the ground.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17259703-8844276485453373067?l=unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com/feeds/8844276485453373067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17259703&amp;postID=8844276485453373067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17259703/posts/default/8844276485453373067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17259703/posts/default/8844276485453373067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com/2008/01/its-monday.html' title=''/><author><name>xinbean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01228343759968028750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1STYX3yYld0/SJA4SFHRIpI/AAAAAAAABxs/THBbouqcFP8/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R5QG2YYeb3I/AAAAAAAABhI/03XUih5E0QU/s72-c/pink_vaio_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17259703.post-4177352307869682975</id><published>2008-01-19T06:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T07:02:14.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>warning: skip to post below. not for the faint hearted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes it's hard having a public blog where everything you say is restricted because you never know who's out there reading it. as it is at the moment i haven't actually found out how to restrict entries but i need a place to vent frustrations. so yeah, skip down to entry below unless you want to read a bunch of emo crap in which case, if you choose to, i hold completely no responsibility for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lately things seem to be piling up and getting on top of me, i feel like im buried under the constant stream of things i have to do as well as the expectations people have of me. on one hand, there's work which i swear is making me aggro because people constantly telling you off or swearing at you just for doing your job.. i duno. for six hours straight, you try and sound perky and enthusiastic by really by the end of the shift what i really want is something i can sink my teeth into or stab viciously and pretend its all the horrible customers i get over the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah. works all that. then there's family and we come to a whole different level of stress. just because i have a job now, my mom sorta assumes that makes me like financially independant or something and shes fully expecting me to pay for every single one of my expenses.. and on top of that things are messed up at home.. and that i don't even want to go into or i might really stab the nearest thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we have happy xinni, the one that meets the friends and tucks away all these things neatly and doesnt let a single bad thought or feeling escape.&lt;br /&gt;then there's angry xinni, who emerges the moment something gets me at the wrong time or shits me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now i'm feeling particularly shitty bcoz what i just did was let them both come together.. i don't even have control of who i want to be anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17259703-4177352307869682975?l=unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com/feeds/4177352307869682975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17259703&amp;postID=4177352307869682975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17259703/posts/default/4177352307869682975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17259703/posts/default/4177352307869682975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com/2008/01/warning-skip-to-post-below.html' title=''/><author><name>xinbean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01228343759968028750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1STYX3yYld0/SJA4SFHRIpI/AAAAAAAABxs/THBbouqcFP8/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17259703.post-4985243460601483726</id><published>2008-01-18T03:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T01:37:26.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today i went for enrolment at monash. i was pretty excited coz i haven't been to the clayton campus ever before, and it was my first time today. add to that the prospect of the next five years' worth of eye candy... LOL i kid i kid..&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156785123649023810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R5CUv4Yeb0I/AAAAAAAABgw/ZjnfkLPa7kM/s320/CIMG3269.JPG" border="0" /&gt;tried to do charles's hair on the bus. er.. i forgot to rotate it and cbs uploading again so here it is :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, enrolment was.. fun.. we got lost.. and by the time we found our way to the law building, it was quite intimidating to sit in a roomful of smart 99's knowing that i'm a fluke 99.. whereas everyone there was a real genuine 99. -_-' lots of melbourne high guys, like a bunch standing together.. and i saw not one single person from my school. whilst the lady rambled on, everyone in the room paid attention, all sitting there with straight faces... nobody mucked around..everyone looked so smart and intellectual and serious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...then there was just me writing GAY as many times as i could on charles's arm and ocassionaly twirling my hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;:( LOL misfit much?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, other than gaining a bunch of papers that list our subjects and stuff, as well as the booklist (there's PRESCRIBED readings and RECOMMENDED readings and EXTRA readings) and all up there are like 15 books.. LOL dear Lord ._.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;there seems to be a bunch of things to do already, like our HOMEWORK.. yes we got HOMEWORK on the course information day (how sneaky is that??) our assignment is a 1500 word report on 2 court hearings, can be any court of our choice, magistrates, supreme, family violence, whatever. i'm thinking family violence sounds good cos will be interesting cases at least.. last time for our commerce excursion we went to the magistrate's court and it was a total snore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;at least at the family violence court we might see some wife beaters.. coolies :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so we've already got readings to do, timetables to get done, law camp to sign up for, associations, homework, books to buy.. phwoar. promises to be very busy indeed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after that we took the train to city and sat in fed square watching a magician for awhile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156785119354056498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R5CUvoYebzI/AAAAAAAABgo/hDa2VflrTGQ/s320/CIMG3270.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;umm.. and after that. david came and generously shouted us to a lavish meal. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;that is the end of my day. LOVE all!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17259703-4985243460601483726?l=unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com/feeds/4985243460601483726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17259703&amp;postID=4985243460601483726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17259703/posts/default/4985243460601483726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17259703/posts/default/4985243460601483726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com/2008/01/today-i-went-for-enrolment-at-monash.html' title=''/><author><name>xinbean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01228343759968028750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1STYX3yYld0/SJA4SFHRIpI/AAAAAAAABxs/THBbouqcFP8/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R5CUv4Yeb0I/AAAAAAAABgw/ZjnfkLPa7kM/s72-c/CIMG3269.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17259703.post-7699948821028104224</id><published>2008-01-17T03:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T03:24:01.258-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think i've changed my mind about telemarketing. it is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;exhausting.&lt;br /&gt;i didn't make any sales today. what i did get though, was yelled at once, and hung up on more than a few times.&lt;br /&gt;you know what i also realised? i have this problem where some people's voices sound completely asexual to me, so i don't know whether to address them as Sir or Mdm. ._.'&lt;br /&gt;i don't know how people can manage to sound both male and female at the same time, it's weird how i've never had that problem before but i guess when you talk to people you usually see them so it's not a problem figuring out whether they're male or female but anyway.&lt;br /&gt;anyway.. i'm soso tired, my voice is hoarse and i want to crawl into bed and sleep. no more telemarketing till saturday anyway, so yippee i get a break tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;if it even counts as a break because i've got uni enrolment. but at least &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;that's &lt;/span&gt;exciting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17259703-7699948821028104224?l=unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com/feeds/7699948821028104224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17259703&amp;postID=7699948821028104224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17259703/posts/default/7699948821028104224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17259703/posts/default/7699948821028104224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-think-ive-changed-my-mind-about.html' title=''/><author><name>xinbean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01228343759968028750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1STYX3yYld0/SJA4SFHRIpI/AAAAAAAABxs/THBbouqcFP8/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17259703.post-8720212633179369728</id><published>2008-01-15T07:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T01:37:28.637-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well. i've been busy since i got back! here's a brief update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9th - arrived on weds night. flight was one of the worst flights i've ever had to take. by coincidence, 9th of jan was the scheduled date of opening for singapore airport's long awaited terminal 3 - the "home" of the airbus A380. confusion in the airport was bound to occur, since in the newspaper the day before all outbound flights were listed to depart from terminal 3. anyhoo, we were the last passengers to board the plane and had to be zipped to the gate on those beeping flashing buggy things. everything that could go wrong, did go wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only remotely good thing that happened is that the baggage weighing sensor broke when we were checking in, so we actually managed to take over about 160kgs worth of baggage. whew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all my shopping come home with me :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day 2 - was woken up by gentle rhythmic bouncing on the bed. mumbled 'GO AWAY' and bouncing increased in rhythm frantically. opened one eye reluctantly and found jan hovering on my bed. off to bh to pass shoes to melina and collect my yearly, then to the library to get myself some books. at around 5, hayden closed shop and we decided to stop by his aunty's house.. and those bad friends jan and hayden ignored my pleas to take the bus and plodded up like 20 hills from the pines to the house. they claim they didn't hear me but i really DID say to take the damn bus :( but nobody listened...when i finally staggered in, my legs literally gave way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am &lt;em&gt;so &lt;/em&gt;unfit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at night, we ambushed charles in his home and lured david out at the mention of cheap food. hayden's auntie shouted us dinner at some italian place on high street - first pasta in a long time tasted.. heavenly :) no offence or anything but about 2 months worth of asian food would make anyone crave a nice fat-ful burger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;called up telemarketing job and got an interview.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day 3 - met up with tina, who owes me his $20 from his bet that i'd go to tafe. LOL *smirk* free lunch at sofias, cambers. and then we went to the jap grocery store and the park to bum. good catching up, since i haven't seen tina for about 5 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day 4 - sleepover at haydens, planet shakers after. PS was pretty disappointing in the sense that we went into the service and was greeted by 2 repetitive loud rocky songs and a pushy speaker who emphasized too much on giving tithes and offerings as well as how many people he "saved".&lt;br /&gt;no offence or anything, but i found it all very commercialised.&lt;br /&gt;preacher: first time i spoke, 10 000 people came!&lt;br /&gt;crowd: WOOO!!&lt;br /&gt;preacher: then 20,000!&lt;br /&gt;crowd: WOO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and at the end of the service he prayed for sick people.&lt;br /&gt;preacher: 'in the name of Jesus, those with cancer will be healed!'&lt;br /&gt;crowd: WOOO!!&lt;br /&gt;preacher: 'in the name of Jesus, those with HIV positive will be HIV negative!!'&lt;br /&gt;crowd: WOOOO!!&lt;br /&gt;and then i thought how awkward it would be if it was like&lt;br /&gt;preacher: 'in the name of Jesus, those with herpes will be healed!!'&lt;br /&gt;crowd: *silence*&lt;br /&gt;one person: WOOO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway we finally got back and stayed up all night watching white chicks, then scrubs. made our own fondue.. etc. it was just like singapore all over again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155729575306489618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R4zUu4YebxI/AAAAAAAABgY/9y_36gRIUr4/s320/n624670180_2132455_4919.jpg" border="0" /&gt;being economical, as david likes to put it. buy your own cadbury chocolate and melt it.never going to max brenners again LOL.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155725117130436194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R4zQrYYebmI/AAAAAAAABfA/b9AN_LggenU/s320/n624670180_2132452_4251.jpg" border="0" /&gt; melina and i, she just bought a new camera so she's very excited. for once i wasn't the one taking photos. and i had the pleasure of bugging people for photos the moment they come online. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155725374828474034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R4zQ6YYebrI/AAAAAAAABfo/9q6CGQgHkAk/s320/n624670180_2132468_9974.jpg" border="0" /&gt;charlabelle and i fighting for the beanbags.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155725374828474050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R4zQ6YYebsI/AAAAAAAABfw/-dsjWOOQfbY/s320/n624670180_2132469_478.jpg" border="0" /&gt;finally settled. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155725125720370834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R4zQr4YebpI/AAAAAAAABfY/-puSMo0eAoI/s320/n624670180_2132463_7901.jpg" border="0" /&gt;jan mel and i :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155725121425403522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R4zQroYeboI/AAAAAAAABfQ/EqsZYHj8Qec/s320/n624670180_2132459_6171.jpg" border="0" /&gt;as usual we stayed up all night biting each other and talking andwhatnot. when morning dawned, i was so frickin tired and grumpy that i heard buzzing in my ears. sleep deprived much?&lt;br /&gt;then it was time for my job interview! mel took me to the telemarketing place, i handed in my resume, blahblahblah and then jan met us for dinner and we headed to the city. we were all so tired that we pretty much fell asleep in borders (well i sped-read as much gossipgirl as i could)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R4zQ6YYebtI/AAAAAAAABf4/1olmUCeqFAo/s1600-h/n624670180_2132483_5768.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155725374828474066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R4zQ6YYebtI/AAAAAAAABf4/1olmUCeqFAo/s320/n624670180_2132483_5768.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; us at bus stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R4zQ6oYebuI/AAAAAAAABgA/wq9TlCqQ-ko/s1600-h/n624670180_2132492_9204.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155725379123441378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R4zQ6oYebuI/AAAAAAAABgA/wq9TlCqQ-ko/s320/n624670180_2132492_9204.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; lol. unflattering photo indeed. us having dinner when we found the boys again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R4zQ6oYebvI/AAAAAAAABgI/xQOLhvc5OTs/s1600-h/n624670180_2132496_814.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155725379123441394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R4zQ6oYebvI/AAAAAAAABgI/xQOLhvc5OTs/s320/n624670180_2132496_814.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;was so super RAHHed when i got the newspaper. all around me i could hear excited screams and people throwing the papers into the air and flinging their arms around each other. and i had no idea where my name was. i scanned the lim's in the paper about fifty times and couldn't find my name. that's when ms. shale's voice started echoing in my head about not getting first round offers.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;then i saw the headline on one of the articles in the paper called 'what to do if you miss out.'&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;LOL that's when i &lt;em&gt;really &lt;/em&gt;started freaking out. so i marched up to the monash stand and demanded to know why my name wasn't in the paper, as well as check the clearly-in score.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so anxious that night that it was hard to fall asleep. but fatigue overwhelmed me eventually (night before was like 1 hour sleep MAX.) and i drifted off.. only to be woken up the next morning by an excited grandpa prodding me with his walking stick waving an envelope. ripped it open, grunted, and went back to sleep. woke up again to get ready for second group interview at the telemarketing place. at night i finally caught up with pris and she gave me a MASSIVE block of cadbury chocolate (massive.. MASSIVE like the size of an A4 paper) LOL. thanks pris! anyway twas good to catch up.. she was telling me bout trivia night.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;pris: yeh the questions were really easy questions! like what is the first three words of the bible! HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA easy right!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;me: ........&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;pris: heh... heh.. huh? are you serious?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;LOL. fyi, the first three words are In The Beginning, just in case anyone asks you that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i worked today, first trial day and all in all i'm very thankful! i sold 3 plans today, even though 1 got rejected coz of the credit check and it's not as bad as i thought it would be. good job though, in the sense that i don't have to clean out anymore lamb souvlaki spits or cook or anything, just sit down at a desk and ringringring and talktalktalk.. which isn't too hard for me anyway although i get abused by lots of croaky and ultra cranky old people -_- they are all like 90 years old or something and make an average of like 1 call a week.. MAN its crazy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so now it looks like i'm working tues,weds,thurs, and sats. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;oh then.. davo, hayden mel and i went off to dance dynamics for our first hiphop/funk class. now every conceivable part of my body hurts - even parts i wasn't aware existed. legs are screaming and arms are all sore.. very very tired. but it was a ton of fun anyway and i reckon i'll keep going.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;alrightys. catch soon!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17259703-8720212633179369728?l=unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com/feeds/8720212633179369728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17259703&amp;postID=8720212633179369728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17259703.post-680326283535070074</id><published>2008-01-11T23:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T00:04:18.011-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mm i know it's abit late but LOL i have finally decided to settle down and make some New Year's Resolutions for 2008, which i will record here so i won't forget. i couldn't remember last years but i'm pretty sure it had something to do with VCE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, let's start with the blatantly obvious ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 stop eating so much chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2 stay out of trouble, and i mean this like.. in the sense where, don't do anything without thinking, don't get into situations that beg the question "how did i get here in the first place?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3 don't wag too much uni and try to keep my head above the water..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and perhaps most important..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4 don't let old friendships slip by..don't take people around me for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i briefly thought about making one of my resolutions not to judge people who wear crocs and couple t-shirts and other heinous fashion atrocities but i decided that's too much for now. lol. i still need my fun once in awhile..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;birthday shoutout to min2 for the 13th!! happy 18th dearie! hope you have a great one!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17259703-680326283535070074?l=unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com/feeds/680326283535070074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17259703&amp;postID=680326283535070074' title='0 Comments'/><link 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itself.&lt;br /&gt;no doubt it sounds pretty but somehow the notes strike a bit hollow, a little bit empty.&lt;br /&gt;a song without a tune.&lt;br /&gt;a phantom melody&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17259703-4426842572292736224?l=unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com/feeds/4426842572292736224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17259703&amp;postID=4426842572292736224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17259703/posts/default/4426842572292736224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17259703/posts/default/4426842572292736224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com/2008/01/piano-is-lonely-instrument-to-play-by.html' title=''/><author><name>xinbean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01228343759968028750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1STYX3yYld0/SJA4SFHRIpI/AAAAAAAABxs/THBbouqcFP8/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17259703.post-317319273913093201</id><published>2008-01-06T09:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T01:37:31.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>since i just had a shower and it's 1.15am, i figure i'm not gonna be heading to bed that soon since i don't want to wake my cousin up by using the hairdryer.&lt;br /&gt;i've got a couple of things to do anyway, like pack and do my internet check in for tomorrow's flight. time flies when you're having fun, and my week in HK's literally zipped by. all the same, i think the time i stayed was just right, because HK's the kind of place you can't stay too long in for a holiday, or you get really bored.&lt;br /&gt;so i'm gonna share some pictures of what i've been up to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R4EN7oYebSI/AAAAAAAABcg/UO3t0LjTspE/s1600-h/CIMG3033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R4EN7oYebSI/AAAAAAAABcg/UO3t0LjTspE/s200/CIMG3033.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152414766792076578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;view from the bridge near where i'm staying - wan chai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R4EN9oYebVI/AAAAAAAABc4/8y15gyWb9Fg/s1600-h/CIMG3064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R4EN9oYebVI/AAAAAAAABc4/8y15gyWb9Fg/s200/CIMG3064.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152414801151814994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;william, alastair and vincent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;vincent has the new iphone. it's the bomb.i wish i had one..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R4EWL4YebkI/AAAAAAAABew/gsKOMiBxpMc/s1600-h/CIMG3035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R4EWL4YebkI/AAAAAAAABew/gsKOMiBxpMc/s320/CIMG3035.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152423842057973314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;causeway bay - tong lo wan, where i did quite a fair bit of shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;hk is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;really &lt;/span&gt;overpopulated.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;yesterday i hung out with my cousin since it was saturday and she didn't have to work. she took me to yum cha and then shopping in admiralty and also to lan kwai fong where we hand some super special milk tea.. yummmy ;) it's an old store crammed in the middle of a street, so narrow that the queue can only be single-line and the lettering on the store sign has dropped off. LOL. plastered in front is lots of newspaper clippings that feature the shop, even gloria's favourite bryan wong is endorses it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R4EN84YebUI/AAAAAAAABcw/OMJKwMX0hJU/s1600-h/CIMG3075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R4EN84YebUI/AAAAAAAABcw/OMJKwMX0hJU/s200/CIMG3075.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152414788266913090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lan fong yuen - the milk tea shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;anyway, today i tried all my new benefit and shu uemura products that i bought yesterday (we bought so much that cousin even got a free makeover at the shu uemura counter)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R4ET_4YebdI/AAAAAAAABd4/vY8VWDcyCuQ/s1600-h/CIMG3090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R4ET_4YebdI/AAAAAAAABd4/vY8VWDcyCuQ/s320/CIMG3090.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152421436876287442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;maggie with the smoky eyes effect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know, i am a slave to such things :( i couldn't help it, i'm compulsive and that stupid benefit packaging really reeled me in hook line and sinker. their packaging is the cutest! *drools* thanks to stupid benefit, i'm now alot poorer than i intended to be after this hk trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R4EN-oYebWI/AAAAAAAABdA/Wa3jRpFw8Y8/s1600-h/CIMG3089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R4EN-oYebWI/AAAAAAAABdA/Wa3jRpFw8Y8/s200/CIMG3089.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152414818331684194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;with cousin maggie and her thai friend pi, who loves makeup same as i do. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R4EN8IYebTI/AAAAAAAABco/mzR5s7fP02Q/s1600-h/CIMG3052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R4EN8IYebTI/AAAAAAAABco/mzR5s7fP02Q/s200/CIMG3052.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152414775382011186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;delicious mango puree with sago and rice balls and freshly diced mangos. you can get combi's with jelly and various other stuff... mmm orgasmic. fave food from hk so far! beats the shitty tofu and the penis/innards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although i must say, i'm satisfied with the stuff i bought - especially with the High Beam from Benefit. it is so good, i am contemplating buying another one if i pass a counter tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;then i went to meet bena at tsim sha tsui where we were supposed to pick jono up. due to some complications, he was going to be late, so we went to mong kok to do some last min shopping where i was totally cornered and manipulated into buying some stuffs &gt;=[ grr.. pushy hongkie people.&lt;br /&gt;when we got back to the station, it was nearly 6 and there was no jono in sight :( so we put in an announcement at the station.&lt;br /&gt;*twenty mins later* - still no jono.&lt;br /&gt;so i left bena waiting at the east tsim sha tsui station and set off to the other side of the station to find jono. when i finally found the poor boy 2 hours later, he was so happy to see me that he flung his arms around me LOL&lt;br /&gt;i felt so sorry for him because he doesn't speak chi OR canto, his phone didn't work and he was totally completely utterly lost. we even thought he might've ended up in guangzhou by accident. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, today we visited the peak and met a few pretty cool people there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R4ERMIYebYI/AAAAAAAABdQ/q-SABtwfv-c/s1600-h/CIMG3150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R4ERMIYebYI/AAAAAAAABdQ/q-SABtwfv-c/s320/CIMG3150.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152418348794801538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;jono cosying it up with ayumi hamasaki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R4ERM4YebZI/AAAAAAAABdY/QBm4HSzbcB4/s1600-h/CIMG3148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R4ERM4YebZI/AAAAAAAABdY/QBm4HSzbcB4/s320/CIMG3148.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152418361679703442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is it aaron kwok? or is it not? :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R4ERNYYebaI/AAAAAAAABdg/f8TyGnKtibA/s1600-h/CIMG3176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R4ERNYYebaI/AAAAAAAABdg/f8TyGnKtibA/s320/CIMG3176.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152418370269638050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all rise for the President of the United States Anita Hu. :p see, even good ol' bushie's standing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R4EUAIYebeI/AAAAAAAABeA/7vnm2xRZ9Qo/s1600-h/CIMG3206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R4EUAIYebeI/AAAAAAAABeA/7vnm2xRZ9Qo/s320/CIMG3206.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152421441171254754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;anita hu and anita mui LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R4ERN4YebbI/AAAAAAAABdo/EE956koGyxE/s1600-h/CIMG3188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R4ERN4YebbI/AAAAAAAABdo/EE956koGyxE/s320/CIMG3188.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152418378859572658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;anita bena and calise in rembrandt's painting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R4ET_YYebcI/AAAAAAAABdw/inoAOn08S3U/s1600-h/CIMG3171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R4ET_YYebcI/AAAAAAAABdw/inoAOn08S3U/s320/CIMG3171.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152421428286352834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ha. johnny howard is as tall as &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R4EWLIYebiI/AAAAAAAABeg/S6AujvH0eP0/s1600-h/CIMG3208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R4EWLIYebiI/AAAAAAAABeg/S6AujvH0eP0/s320/CIMG3208.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152423829173071394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;damn yao ming is tall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R4EWLoYebjI/AAAAAAAABeo/O5JGnsl1Vps/s1600-h/CIMG3174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R4EWLoYebjI/AAAAAAAABeo/O5JGnsl1Vps/s320/CIMG3174.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152423837763006002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;you think you're special cos you drink your own pee? no.&lt;br /&gt;the tram ride up takes you up a steep &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;steep &lt;/span&gt;hill, along which you see hongkong's night scenery lining the sky. it's beautiful, and also a bit scary when you look down. today was actually a day of much photowhoring, but there were really amazing things i wouldn't trade it for - like the view of hk spread out across us, lights glittering in all its cosmopolitan beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R4EUBYYebgI/AAAAAAAABeQ/ku6vBkI8J0U/s1600-h/CIMG3231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R4EUBYYebgI/AAAAAAAABeQ/ku6vBkI8J0U/s320/CIMG3231.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152421462646091266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hk by night. breath-taking, the photo totally doesn't do it justice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for a minute, it feels like you own the world :)&lt;br /&gt;great company also helps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R4ERLYYebXI/AAAAAAAABdI/474Kkuyl8mY/s1600-h/CIMG3110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R4ERLYYebXI/AAAAAAAABdI/474Kkuyl8mY/s320/CIMG3110.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152418335909899634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bena and i :) waiting for the tram to go to the peak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R4EUAoYebfI/AAAAAAAABeI/f_E4KNBFZAg/s1600-h/CIMG3221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R4EUAoYebfI/AAAAAAAABeI/f_E4KNBFZAg/s320/CIMG3221.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152421449761189362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R4EWKoYebhI/AAAAAAAABeY/Up8EK6YY43Q/s1600-h/CIMG3234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R4EWKoYebhI/AAAAAAAABeY/Up8EK6YY43Q/s320/CIMG3234.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152423820583136786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R4EWMoYeblI/AAAAAAAABe4/a6xNd3s7qxs/s1600-h/CIMG3231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R4EWMoYeblI/AAAAAAAABe4/a6xNd3s7qxs/s320/CIMG3231.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152423854942875218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;there.. i bought some prof photos so they look way better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, home in 2 days!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17259703-317319273913093201?l=unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com/feeds/317319273913093201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17259703&amp;postID=317319273913093201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17259703/posts/default/317319273913093201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17259703/posts/default/317319273913093201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com/2008/01/since-i-just-had-shower-and-its-1.html' title=''/><author><name>xinbean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01228343759968028750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1STYX3yYld0/SJA4SFHRIpI/AAAAAAAABxs/THBbouqcFP8/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R4EN7oYebSI/AAAAAAAABcg/UO3t0LjTspE/s72-c/CIMG3033.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17259703.post-1800064034856657735</id><published>2008-01-04T08:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T08:44:34.309-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am so brainless.&lt;br /&gt;the number of stupid things i did today would give a retard a run for his money.&lt;br /&gt;let's see.. where shall i start?&lt;br /&gt;well first off, i was supposed to meet bena today at mong kok at 3pm but her phone screwed up and i couldn't contact her. when i tried calling her it said that her card had expired or something =\&lt;br /&gt;anyway, so i woke up late (yay, managed to sleep more this time coz i raided my cousins drug stash and stole some running-nose tablets.. lol =D druggie) and watched episodes of house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*1st dumb thing: there were 8 discs in the album so i assumed that each disc contained an episode.. i forgot that no season of any tv show would only be 8 episodes long, so i changed the disc each time i finished 1 episode from it and got up to disc 3 before i realised House's ex had appeared out of nowhere and that they mentioned a previous episode i didn't remember watching -__-' only then i realised that there were multiple episodes per disc, which means i've skipped a few episodes. pissed &gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i finally dragged my lazy butt out into the cold weather, i started my adventure today not really knowing where i was going (bena was still uncontactable.) so i got on the train and decided to get off at any stop that i felt like. the doors opened at tsim tsa tsui and before i knew it i had been swept out of the door by the lunchtime crowd getting out of the train. so i took a few tentative steps around and decided to head for any exit. trouble is, that underground station happened to be huge, i swear i was walking underground for like half an hour before i finally saw the light =( and it wasn't the illuminating light of shopping streets either, it was some random street with commercial buildings. so down i went again into that darn labyrinth of exits and gave up on exploring that place for today. will get my cousin to take me tomorrow :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that was my adventure for the day... LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i went off to mongkok, which i can say i felt more confident navigating. i found fa yeung kai, the street that william recommended the night before (had dinner with vincent, alastair, william, and bena.)&lt;br /&gt;vincent: is this place too expensive? *points to some flashy expensive looking place whilst glaring around the group*&lt;br /&gt;everyone: ............................err...n.........o = D.........&lt;br /&gt;so we went in and then william ordered mantous, the cheapest thing on the menu. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;vincent: ARE YOU JUST ORDERING THE CHEAPEST THING? &gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;william: *guilty look*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahah. the xiao long baos were yummy though. i got burnt trying to eat it :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;purchases so far:&lt;br /&gt;1. a coat&lt;br /&gt;2. a bag for my sister.&lt;br /&gt;3. 2 jumpers.&lt;br /&gt;4. white flats&lt;br /&gt;5. boots&lt;br /&gt;6. onion man keychains&lt;br /&gt;7. jacket&lt;br /&gt;8. long knit&lt;br /&gt;9. stockings&lt;br /&gt;10. converse sneakers&lt;br /&gt;11. chloe bag =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went hunting for janeans miu miu bag but sadly to my disappointment as i inspected the bag closely the label sneakily joined the U in Miu Miu up to make it MioMio so that those sneaky vendors cannot be accused of selling fake goods -_-'&lt;br /&gt;so janean i'm guessing no miumiu bag anymore, unless you want a MioMio bag.. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have my eye on the shu uemura eyelash curler, which according to tracy is the BEST eyelash curler in the world. it costs HK$100 for the big one and HK$80 for the small one and apparently it's cheaper in hk so i shall invest in some good ol' torture devices as charles and hayden would call it. :) dw boys you can try out my new curler when i get back.. *brandishes curlers happily*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway finally bena called me from a public phone and we continued shopping. tried some street food today: yu dan (fishballs in curry), zha yu pei and zha yao yu (fried fish skin and calamari) and they have these stores everywhere that sell YUMMY mango drinks and desserts. the mango is fresh and sweet and today the drink i had consisted of mango freshly cubed with coconut cream and mango juice with jellies and sago inside.. &lt;3&lt;3 that totally beats bubble cup i must say. not all street foods are all that great though because i SWEAR i saw something that resembles a penis floating around in a cart that people were buying innards (kidneys, intestines, etc) brewed in something and all these people were buying it and happily biting into it. gross, i tell ya. another thing is that they have this tofu that i also swear isn't tofu, it smells literally like shit and they claim it is fermented tofu but i tell ya it's definitely shit disguised as tofu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe the hk government is trying to slowly kill its citizens to reduce the population density. that would totally make sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, stupid thing number 2 is that i nearly stepped on a homeless bum today. how, you ask? because he had no arms and no legs and was lying facedown covered with a tarp of some sort and his head was sticking out. a human body with no arms and legs is really a squarish sort of shape, and he was lying on the floor outside a shop so naturally i assumed he was the step INTO the shop.. thank God i didn't step but i felt so guilty i fished out ten bucks and gave it to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;number 3 is that tonight i went for hotpot with my cousin and some of her friends. being as forgetful as i am, i'd left my new contacts in sg and was wearing expired ones that really really hurt.. (was planning to change to new ones in hk but forgot to bring) and so i took it out... and in the process left my glasses in the toilet of the hotpot restaurant. so now i am contact-less, must go contact hunting tomorrow and we had to go back to the restaurant to ask for glasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, today at hotpot since i couldn't see when i took out my contacts, my cousin's friend put random foods on my bowl and it was all.. mushrooms, more mushrooms, and some beef. and a few strings of veggies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..........................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cousins friend: 'eat up!'&lt;br /&gt;me: ...its.. yummy.................. *chokes on damn mushroom*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rah. going to try out famous yumcha in HK tomorrow and go more shopping :) i am leaving hk on mon, so i'll be in sg on tues, and melb on weds. :) crossing hundreds of miles in three days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the same, i can't wait to be back! :) XO!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17259703-1800064034856657735?l=unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com/feeds/1800064034856657735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17259703&amp;postID=1800064034856657735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17259703/posts/default/1800064034856657735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17259703/posts/default/1800064034856657735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-am-so-brainless.html' title=''/><author><name>xinbean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01228343759968028750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1STYX3yYld0/SJA4SFHRIpI/AAAAAAAABxs/THBbouqcFP8/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17259703.post-7312723570535663714</id><published>2008-01-03T07:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T08:01:46.021-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am homesick.&lt;br /&gt;i think i have had enough of asian countries for awhile. the neon lights, the bustling cities that never sleep, the dirty buildings and polluted air, the rude and loud pushy people, the awesome food and cheap buys are exhilarating for a short while, but i'm cranky at the moment because i think i might have caught the sniffles. my eyes itch and water and are puffy and swollen and my nose runs continuously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am a snot machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other than that, finding my way around hong kong and its streets that all look the same is an adventure that i'm really enjoying.&lt;br /&gt;all the same, i can't wait to be back. see you all soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. what was your new years reso?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17259703-7312723570535663714?l=unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com/feeds/7312723570535663714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17259703&amp;postID=7312723570535663714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17259703/posts/default/7312723570535663714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17259703/posts/default/7312723570535663714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-am-homesick.html' title=''/><author><name>xinbean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01228343759968028750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1STYX3yYld0/SJA4SFHRIpI/AAAAAAAABxs/THBbouqcFP8/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17259703.post-6880910285797557027</id><published>2007-12-28T00:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T00:37:23.242-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hi y'all !&lt;br /&gt;about time i updated. for those who don't know, any posts i've done since i've arrived in singapore is at &lt;a href="http://www.xinandjaninsg.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.xinandjaninsg.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; ..hm it really should be xinandjanandboysinsg but anyway.&lt;br /&gt;go check the photos out! we've been busy - beaching it up, posh high tea at the hyatt during christmas, kris kringling, shopping and make-overing the boys, and when we're not busy with all that having mass orgies in the bed..i joke. although i &lt;em&gt;do &lt;/em&gt;have 2 humongous bruises on my legs from being mercilessly raped by my friends.&lt;br /&gt;here's a couple of weird things about the guys.&lt;br /&gt;david &lt;strong&gt;SNORES&lt;/strong&gt; like.. major snoring.. like, snore SNORES so much that i cannot sleep.&lt;br /&gt;hayden spoons. -_- nuff said about that, we kicked him to the end of the bed.&lt;br /&gt;charles is a still sleeper but wakes his friends up in the morn by thrusting at them. ......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a few things -&lt;br /&gt;first off, happy birthday to &lt;strong&gt;pris &lt;/strong&gt;don't know if she reads this, but i couldn't get online on the 21st..1000 sorries i didn't wish you. hope you're having fun in melb.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and a merry merry christmas to the rest of you out there! :) i am well aware that this blog's been half dead but hopefully there are still people out there who care about what i'm doing :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;singapore has been really fun. didn't manage to meet up with all my friends here but it's ok, i'm sure i'll get to do it again soon. on the other hand being a 'tourist' with the boys is pretty cool as well, cos i went to the night safari for the first time in my life (i know, i don't deserve to be singaporean) and experienced what it was like to be well and truly ripped off.. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slightly embarrassing moment during the night safari when i screamed LOOK! and pointed at a shadowy bunch of figures in the distance only to realise they were humans .. --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have semi-recovered from the awful sunburn in thailand (chest is no longer peeling). YAY.&lt;br /&gt;the past 2 days have been our rest-days, i met up with yan and kah hong yesterday and watched i am legend and i am still upset that will smith's character did not hook up with the other female lead. anyhow, today i slept off all the crazy activities and woke up at 12 (zoo and night safari combined was definitely about 12 hours of walking or something) and have since been getting ready for my cousin's wedding tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday night i also went to the no signboard restaurant (what a weird name for a restaurant) and had a very sumptious meal.. so sumptious that it burnt a hole in my dad's pocket :(&lt;br /&gt;little girl next to me : are you a freethinker?&lt;br /&gt;me: no.. i'm christian.&lt;br /&gt;her *after pausing to consider this* : are you a freethinker?&lt;br /&gt;me: why do you keep asking that?&lt;br /&gt;her: cos i think you're not christian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kids say the darnednest things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol. dagger through my heart. i realised i haven't exactly been the most faithful in doing daily devotions and attending church. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;glo, i bought a daniel yam dress! =D&lt;br /&gt;ya ok, i don't know what i want but i trust your taste, also a reminder to REMEMBER TO BRING MY COAT BACK OR I WILL MURDER YOU =D!&lt;br /&gt;have a safe trip and fun time in europe!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am turning 17 soon and i'm not excited for some reason.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17259703-6880910285797557027?l=unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com/feeds/6880910285797557027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17259703&amp;postID=6880910285797557027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17259703/posts/default/6880910285797557027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17259703/posts/default/6880910285797557027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com/2007/12/hi-yall-about-time-i-updated.html' title=''/><author><name>xinbean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01228343759968028750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1STYX3yYld0/SJA4SFHRIpI/AAAAAAAABxs/THBbouqcFP8/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17259703.post-4943714067694362939</id><published>2007-12-02T05:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T05:27:58.689-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I AM SO EXCITED JDEAJKAHDAKSHDSAKDHAKDHSJKADH!!&lt;br /&gt;IN 3 DAYS . JAN AND I WILL BE COMBING THE LENGTHS OF ORCHARD ROAD.&lt;br /&gt;I WILL TUCK INTO MY FIRST AUTHENTIC SINGAPOREAN KOPITIAM BREAKFAST WITH SOFT-BOILED EGGS WITH LOADS OF PEPPER AND OOZEY GOOEY KILLINEY KAYA TOAST AND MAYBE SOME TEH-O OR A MILOSAUR. AND THEN I SHALL GO SHOP MY HEART OUT, STARTING FROM FAR EAST PLAZA TO SCOTS TO TANGS TO LUCKY PLAZA TO WISMA ATRIA (FOOD REPUBLIC HOKKIEN MEE AND FAMOUS AMOS!! AND SHOES IN ISETAN!!) TO TAKA TO HEEREN TO CINELEISURE(FALSE EYELASHES!!) TO CENTERPOINT AND PLAZA SINGAPURA!!&lt;br /&gt;I SHALL WEAR THONGS - &gt; EASY TO TRY ON SHOES AND SHORTS AND T-SHIRT.. EASY TO GET OUT OF!! MORE CONVENIENCE TRYING ON CLOTHES!!!&lt;br /&gt;I NEED AN EZLINK CARD AND A STARHUB PREPAID NUMBER!!&lt;br /&gt;I SWEAR I AM ONLY BRINGING LIKE 2 OUTFITS OR SOMETHING AND MY MAKEUP, AND THONGS, SO DON'T JUDGE ME COZ I REALLY NEED THE LUGGAGE SPACE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;*HYPERVENTILATES* I AM SO GLAD FOR NEANY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17259703-4943714067694362939?l=unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com/feeds/4943714067694362939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17259703&amp;postID=4943714067694362939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17259703/posts/default/4943714067694362939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17259703/posts/default/4943714067694362939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-am-so-excited-jdeajkahdakshdsakdhakdh.html' title=''/><author><name>xinbean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01228343759968028750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1STYX3yYld0/SJA4SFHRIpI/AAAAAAAABxs/THBbouqcFP8/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17259703.post-5754408453352717934</id><published>2007-12-02T04:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T04:27:22.827-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Twenty four oceans&lt;br /&gt;Twenty four skies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Twenty four failures&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Twenty four tries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twenty four finds me&lt;br /&gt;In twenty-fourth place&lt;br /&gt;Twenty four drop outs&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Life is not what I thought it was&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Twenty four hours ago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still I’m singing Spirit take me up in arms with You&lt;br /&gt;And I’m not who I thought I was twenty four hours ago&lt;br /&gt;Still I’m singing Spirit take me up in arms with You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Twenty four reasons to admit that I’m wrong&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; With all my excuses still twenty four strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See I’m not copping out not copping out not copping out&lt;br /&gt;When You’re raising the dead in me&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh I am the second man&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh I am the second man now&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh I am the second man now&lt;br /&gt;And You’re raising these twenty four voices&lt;br /&gt;With twenty four hearts&lt;br /&gt;With all of my symphonies&lt;br /&gt;In twenty four parts&lt;br /&gt;But I want to be one today&lt;br /&gt;Centered and true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I’m singing Spirit take me up in arms with You&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; You’re raising the dead in me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh I am the second man&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh I am the second man now&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh I am the second man now&lt;br /&gt;And You’re raising the dead in me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I want to see miracles, see the world change&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Wrestled the angel, for more than a name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more than a feeling&lt;br /&gt;For more than a cause&lt;br /&gt;I’m singing Spirit take me up in arms with You&lt;br /&gt;And You’re raising the dead in me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Twenty four voices&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; With twenty four hearts&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; With all of my symphonies &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; In twenty four parts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not copping out. Not copping out. Not copping out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17259703-5754408453352717934?l=unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com/feeds/5754408453352717934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17259703&amp;postID=5754408453352717934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17259703/posts/default/5754408453352717934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17259703/posts/default/5754408453352717934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com/2007/12/twenty-four-oceans-twenty-four-skies.html' title=''/><author><name>xinbean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01228343759968028750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1STYX3yYld0/SJA4SFHRIpI/AAAAAAAABxs/THBbouqcFP8/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17259703.post-3851444793452547185</id><published>2007-12-01T04:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T04:52:56.015-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>maurice's farewell today brought back alot of memories for me.&lt;br /&gt;despite the fact that the photos on the slideshow gloria made were cringe-worthy and very unglamorous.. it brought me back to the moments from two years ago. as i sat there listening to chris sing 24 by switchfoot, i glanced around the room, taking in the faces that i wouldn't see for very long. memorizing the voices, imprinting the scene in my mind. and as my gaze swept the room, all of a sudden i saw priscilla from two years ago, laughing with her big trademark flower in her hair, full of .. a very different sort of enthusiasm. there was like a light that lit up tonight whilst 24 was played, something she glowed with that i hadn't seen very often.. or maybe not in the past year or so. my eyes turned to gloria, and i saw in a flash, us in year 10, giggling over nothing. and maybe tonight, sharing the same sentiments as we collapsed into giggle after giggle over the littlest and bestest things. perhaps no one else shall read my mind quite so clearly as her, because i only have to catch her eye to share a smile over a thought nobody else will know. i saw michelle, a new face in my life this year that has brought me alot of joy and encouragement, as well as much-needed company in family gatherings;) i saw em, someone who..lately i haven't seen much, but i know i will never stray too far from, i saw tracy,jess,zhen,sarah, new friends i only really got to know this year who each have played a part in making this year the special memory it is.. and it's gone by in a flash. loads more faces that have become a blur in the happy pictures in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so much time has passed. the moments've slipped by without us reaching out to grasp it.&lt;br /&gt;and now that leaves us at a crossroads, each taking different paths.&lt;br /&gt;where does that leave us?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17259703-3851444793452547185?l=unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com/feeds/3851444793452547185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17259703&amp;postID=3851444793452547185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R0rsSzZvb5I/AAAAAAAABcY/NgL0l_bATNI/s1600-h/ryo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R0rsSzZvb5I/AAAAAAAABcY/NgL0l_bATNI/s320/ryo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137178132749447058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my new love. ryo nishikido.&lt;br /&gt;at the start of 1L of tears i was totally unattracted to him but as it went on, i am so touched by the character he plays that i like him now :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17259703-435907527115434911?l=unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com/feeds/435907527115434911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17259703&amp;postID=435907527115434911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17259703/posts/default/435907527115434911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17259703/posts/default/435907527115434911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-new-love.html' title=''/><author><name>xinbean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01228343759968028750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1STYX3yYld0/SJA4SFHRIpI/AAAAAAAABxs/THBbouqcFP8/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R0rsSzZvb5I/AAAAAAAABcY/NgL0l_bATNI/s72-c/ryo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17259703.post-6381571084340759850</id><published>2007-11-22T17:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T01:37:34.184-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strike&gt;Tyra &lt;/strike&gt; Xinni's Make Up Tips :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;finished!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ridiculously happy. almost forgotten what it feels like to kick back and have absolutely NOTHING nagging at the back of your mind :) feels pretty damn good, actually. i am determined to enjoy my freedom until 17th of december, when results are released and some drama happens and i shall be disowned for not getting into law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway! so now i am back to revive my dying blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my room has been in desperate need of cleaning for too long. exam time had it cluttered with papers, books, etc etc.. didn't have time to clean up. each time i finished an exam i cleared stacks of past papers, notes and textbooks onto a growing pile in my room.. btw, the other day i made a feeble attempt at cleaning up, i lifted the pile to find some SQUIRMY thing hiding beneath.. needless to say, i screamed and backed away and left the pile lying there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you know the saying don't let the bedbugs bite? perfectly applicable to me, cos recently i suspect i have been sharing my bed with something that has been having a bloody good time biting me everywhere :( it got so itchy i had to sleep upstairs for a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;th&gt;&lt;span class="time"&gt;6:49 PM)&lt;/span&gt; Charles -  Rawr:&lt;/th&gt; &lt;td style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(128, 0, 0); font-family: 'Rockwell Condensed';"&gt;yea,  seems like your room is in a mess ! &lt;img alt=":P" src="http://www.blogger.com/Images/MsgPlus_Img0738.png" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;th&gt;&lt;span class="time"&gt;(6:49 PM)&lt;/span&gt; xinni:&lt;/th&gt; &lt;td style="color: rgb(128, 128, 128); font-family: 'Tahoma';"&gt;&lt;img alt="8-)" src="http://www.blogger.com/Images/MsgPlus_Img1026.png" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;th&gt;&lt;span class="time"&gt;(6:49 PM)&lt;/span&gt; xinni:&lt;/th&gt; &lt;td style="color: rgb(128, 128, 128); font-family: 'Tahoma';"&gt;it shall not be so after exams  y'hear?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;th&gt;&lt;span class="time"&gt;(6:49 PM)&lt;/span&gt; xinni:&lt;/th&gt; &lt;td style="color: rgb(128, 128, 128); font-family: 'Tahoma';"&gt;in fact&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;th&gt;&lt;span class="time"&gt;(6:49 PM)&lt;/span&gt; xinni:&lt;/th&gt; &lt;td style="color: rgb(128, 128, 128); font-family: 'Tahoma';"&gt;say one more thing about it  and you will be recruited into the clean up team&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;th&gt;&lt;span class="time"&gt;(6:49 PM)&lt;/span&gt; Charles -  Rawr:&lt;/th&gt; &lt;td style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(128, 0, 0); font-family: 'Rockwell Condensed';"&gt;liar.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;th&gt;&lt;span class="time"&gt;(6:49 PM)&lt;/span&gt; Charles -  Rawr:&lt;/th&gt; &lt;td style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(128, 0, 0); font-family: 'Rockwell Condensed';"&gt;You'll  never keep it up, just like your supposed "diet"! &lt;img alt=":P" src="http://www.blogger.com/Images/MsgPlus_Img0738.png" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;th&gt;&lt;span class="time"&gt;(6:50 PM)&lt;/span&gt; Charles -  Rawr:&lt;/th&gt; &lt;td style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(128, 0, 0); font-family: 'Rockwell Condensed';"&gt;._.  *takes back words*&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt; &lt;th&gt;&lt;span class="time"&gt;(6:50 PM)&lt;/span&gt; Charles -  Rawr:&lt;/th&gt; &lt;td style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(128, 0, 0); font-family: 'Rockwell Condensed';"&gt;LOL  you need a team!!!!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;th&gt;&lt;span class="time"&gt;(6:50 PM)&lt;/span&gt; xinni:&lt;/th&gt; &lt;td style="color: rgb(128, 128, 128); font-family: 'Tahoma';"&gt;T_T THATS IT&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;th&gt;&lt;span class="time"&gt;(6:50 PM)&lt;/span&gt; xinni:&lt;/th&gt; &lt;td style="color: rgb(128, 128, 128); font-family: 'Tahoma';"&gt;YOU'RE CLEANING UP.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;th&gt;&lt;span class="time"&gt;(6:50 PM)&lt;/span&gt; xinni:&lt;/th&gt; &lt;td style="color: rgb(128, 128, 128); font-family: 'Tahoma';"&gt;LOL&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;th&gt;&lt;span class="time"&gt;(6:50 PM)&lt;/span&gt; Charles -  Rawr:&lt;/th&gt; &lt;td style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(128, 0, 0); font-family: 'Rockwell Condensed';"&gt;yea  I'll be boredddd, I shall helppppppppppppppp&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;th&gt;&lt;span class="time"&gt;(6:50 PM)&lt;/span&gt; Charles -  Rawr:&lt;/th&gt; &lt;td style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(128, 0, 0); font-family: 'Rockwell Condensed';"&gt;and  find all these weird girly stuff...discarded dolls? &lt;img alt=":P" src="http://www.blogger.com/Images/MsgPlus_Img0738.png" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;th&gt;&lt;span class="time"&gt;(6:50 PM)&lt;/span&gt; Charles -  Rawr:&lt;/th&gt; &lt;td style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(128, 0, 0); font-family: 'Rockwell Condensed';"&gt;AND  ALL YOUR TORTURE INSTRUMENTS&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;th&gt;&lt;span class="time"&gt;(6:51 PM)&lt;/span&gt; xinni:&lt;/th&gt; &lt;td style="color: rgb(128, 128, 128); font-family: 'Tahoma';"&gt;._.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;th&gt;&lt;span class="time"&gt;(6:51 PM)&lt;/span&gt; xinni:&lt;/th&gt; &lt;td style="color: rgb(128, 128, 128); font-family: 'Tahoma';"&gt;LOL&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;th&gt;&lt;span class="time"&gt;(6:51 PM)&lt;/span&gt; xinni:&lt;/th&gt; &lt;td style="color: rgb(128, 128, 128); font-family: 'Tahoma';"&gt;bsdm&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;th&gt;&lt;span class="time"&gt;(6:51 PM)&lt;/span&gt; xinni:&lt;/th&gt; &lt;td style="color: rgb(128, 128, 128); font-family: 'Tahoma';"&gt;wait&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;th&gt;&lt;span class="time"&gt;(6:51 PM)&lt;/span&gt; xinni:&lt;/th&gt; &lt;td style="color: rgb(128, 128, 128); font-family: 'Tahoma';"&gt;bdsm&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;th&gt;&lt;span class="time"&gt;(6:51 PM)&lt;/span&gt; Charles -  Rawr:&lt;/th&gt; &lt;td style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(128, 0, 0); font-family: 'Rockwell Condensed';"&gt;LOL&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;th&gt;&lt;span class="time"&gt;(6:51 PM)&lt;/span&gt; Charles -  Rawr:&lt;/th&gt; &lt;td style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(128, 0, 0); font-family: 'Rockwell Condensed';"&gt;you  had to say it TWICE?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;th&gt;&lt;span class="time"&gt;(6:51 PM)&lt;/span&gt; Charles -  Rawr:&lt;/th&gt; &lt;td style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(128, 0, 0); font-family: 'Rockwell Condensed';"&gt;LOL&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;th&gt;&lt;span class="time"&gt;(6:51 PM)&lt;/span&gt; xinni:&lt;/th&gt; &lt;td style="color: rgb(128, 128, 128); font-family: 'Tahoma';"&gt;-_- pft, these  acronyms&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;th&gt;&lt;span class="time"&gt;(6:51 PM)&lt;/span&gt; xinni:&lt;/th&gt; &lt;td style="color: rgb(128, 128, 128); font-family: 'Tahoma';"&gt;i got it wrong the first  time&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;th&gt;&lt;span class="time"&gt;(6:51 PM)&lt;/span&gt; xinni:&lt;/th&gt; &lt;td style="color: rgb(128, 128, 128); font-family: 'Tahoma';"&gt;=P&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;th&gt;&lt;span class="time"&gt;(6:51 PM)&lt;/span&gt; Charles -  Rawr:&lt;/th&gt; &lt;td style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(128, 0, 0); font-family: 'Rockwell Condensed';"&gt;bdsm!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;th&gt;&lt;span class="time"&gt;(6:51 PM)&lt;/span&gt; xinni:&lt;/th&gt; &lt;td style="color: rgb(128, 128, 128); font-family: 'Tahoma';"&gt;david has volunteered  -_-&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;th&gt;&lt;span class="time"&gt;(6:52 PM)&lt;/span&gt; Charles -  Rawr:&lt;/th&gt; &lt;td style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(128, 0, 0); font-family: 'Rockwell Condensed';"&gt;oh,  I didn't notice &lt;img alt=";p" src="http://www.blogger.com/Images/MsgPlus_Img0706.png" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;th&gt;&lt;span class="time"&gt;(6:52 PM)&lt;/span&gt; xinni:&lt;/th&gt; &lt;td style="color: rgb(128, 128, 128); font-family: 'Tahoma';"&gt;he wants to take home  whatever i dont want&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;th&gt;&lt;span class="time"&gt;(6:52 PM)&lt;/span&gt; Charles -  Rawr:&lt;/th&gt; &lt;td style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(128, 0, 0); font-family: 'Rockwell Condensed';"&gt;we  all want to tentatively venture into the world of bdsm &lt;img alt=":P" src="http://www.blogger.com/Images/MsgPlus_Img0738.png" /&gt;!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;th&gt;&lt;span class="time"&gt;(6:52 PM)&lt;/span&gt; xinni:&lt;/th&gt; &lt;td style="color: rgb(128, 128, 128); font-family: 'Tahoma';"&gt;though i cant imagine what he  might do with the odd scrunchie and earring or something like that&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;th&gt;&lt;span class="time"&gt;(6:52 PM)&lt;/span&gt; xinni:&lt;/th&gt; &lt;td style="color: rgb(128, 128, 128); font-family: 'Tahoma';"&gt;=P&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;th&gt;&lt;span class="time"&gt;(6:52 PM)&lt;/span&gt; Charles -  Rawr:&lt;/th&gt; &lt;td style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(128, 0, 0); font-family: 'Rockwell Condensed';"&gt;well  yea, he'd even take your dust -____-&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhooo.. my clean up team arrived in the morn. and they did a very good job too..my room is so clean, it gleams..i see my bed and carpet and all these other surfaces i haven't seen for what seems like a long time.. they were very obliging indeed.&lt;br /&gt;charlabelle wiped all the dusty surfaces down and rearranged all my makeup/lotions.&lt;br /&gt;haydee got to the very tedious job of untangling a century's worth of earrings/necklaces/bracelets and the like..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but there's always time for a lil fun ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R0Y5FjZvb2I/AAAAAAAABbg/4PD59RXvlVo/s1600-h/CIMG1573.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R0Y5FjZvb2I/AAAAAAAABbg/4PD59RXvlVo/s320/CIMG1573.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135855192627965794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hayden was prancing around in these and forgot he had them on his head, and proceeded to have a conversation with my mom.. whose face was like o_0 when she saw him LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow back to makeup!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;step 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R0Y21jZvbsI/AAAAAAAABaQ/P8agjfrIX-U/s1600-h/CIMG1551.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R0Y21jZvbsI/AAAAAAAABaQ/P8agjfrIX-U/s320/CIMG1551.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135852718726803138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;blot the oil! charles was indeed amazed by the wonders of clean &amp;amp; clear oil blot sheets.&lt;br /&gt;charles : wowww ... WOOWWWW .. WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW!! (when he took off the sheet and saw his oil patch.) -.- LOL. hayden was grossed out by the amount of oil charles had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R0Y22TZvbtI/AAAAAAAABaY/c70YJbLrTQQ/s1600-h/CIMG1555.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R0Y22TZvbtI/AAAAAAAABaY/c70YJbLrTQQ/s320/CIMG1555.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135852731611705042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;notice something a lil' different?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R0Y23jZvbuI/AAAAAAAABag/M-6z0SjEQD4/s1600-h/CIMG1556+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R0Y23jZvbuI/AAAAAAAABag/M-6z0SjEQD4/s320/CIMG1556+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135852753086541538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;LOL. frosty pink shade it is too.. i don't use it anymore =D pucker up charlabelle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and then it was hayden's turn..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R0Y24jZvbvI/AAAAAAAABao/wXRPscOaYTI/s1600-h/CIMG1557.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R0Y24jZvbvI/AAAAAAAABao/wXRPscOaYTI/s320/CIMG1557.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135852770266410738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R0Y4zDZvbxI/AAAAAAAABa4/5JIT7kDT9dU/s1600-h/CIMG1561.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R0Y4zDZvbxI/AAAAAAAABa4/5JIT7kDT9dU/s320/CIMG1561.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135854874800385810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;during. as you can see, he already has some blush on..&lt;br /&gt;me: hayden.. trust meeeee don't blink!! i won't stab you in the eye&lt;br /&gt;*haydens eyeballs are twitching furiously in their sockets*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R0Y4zjZvbyI/AAAAAAAABbA/2ahjEbMrM7c/s1600-h/CIMG1564.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R0Y4zjZvbyI/AAAAAAAABbA/2ahjEbMrM7c/s320/CIMG1564.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135854883390320418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;AFTER! ta-daaa!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R0Y40jZvbzI/AAAAAAAABbI/Il9z2Dh-ktQ/s1600-h/CIMG1566+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R0Y40jZvbzI/AAAAAAAABbI/Il9z2Dh-ktQ/s320/CIMG1566+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135854900570189618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R0Y41DZvb0I/AAAAAAAABbQ/_B_tVwvv9UY/s1600-h/CIMG1567.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R0Y41DZvb0I/AAAAAAAABbQ/_B_tVwvv9UY/s320/CIMG1567.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135854909160124226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my pretties.. emboldened and effeminate.. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R0Y42DZvb1I/AAAAAAAABbY/qHURP9Z7aDg/s1600-h/CIMG1568.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R0Y42DZvb1I/AAAAAAAABbY/qHURP9Z7aDg/s320/CIMG1568.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135854926339993426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and alas, their true sexual preference revealed. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT: NEANY WE MISS YOU :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more posts soon! i expect life will be abit more interesting. i am going to karaoke today, and then staying over at gloria's with the girls. and then next week we shall have mau's farewelll, clifford's bday.. etc etc :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take care all! yell out if you're still reading this. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and CONGRATS TO EVERYONE WHO'S FINISHED!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17259703-6381571084340759850?l=unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com/feeds/6381571084340759850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17259703&amp;postID=6381571084340759850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17259703/posts/default/6381571084340759850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17259703/posts/default/6381571084340759850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com/2007/11/tyra-xinnis-make-up-tips-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>xinbean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01228343759968028750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1STYX3yYld0/SJA4SFHRIpI/AAAAAAAABxs/THBbouqcFP8/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/R0Y5FjZvb2I/AAAAAAAABbg/4PD59RXvlVo/s72-c/CIMG1573.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17259703.post-3939787638412526975</id><published>2007-11-18T00:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T01:37:35.502-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>gay.&lt;br /&gt;i have no life.&lt;br /&gt;ANGRY &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have been playing and replaying psych lectures but i have no idea where the heck the lecturer is up to. isn't that just dandy. i hope i don't fail, that would be seriously such a *&amp;amp;@#h -_- waste of my whole year. uni friend just told me that apparently 35% is all i need but i'm seriously beginning to doubt whether i can get 35% anymore ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i decided photos are long overdue.&lt;br /&gt;when i study i&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/Rz_1eDZvbHI/AAAAAAAABVo/26u-uT3l_Fc/s1600-h/Image017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/Rz_1eDZvbHI/AAAAAAAABVo/26u-uT3l_Fc/s320/Image017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134091996883807346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;draw melina LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/Rz_1djZvbGI/AAAAAAAABVg/jSs_Sn9m_Zo/s1600-h/Image019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/Rz_1djZvbGI/AAAAAAAABVg/jSs_Sn9m_Zo/s320/Image019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134091988293872738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;turned lesbian already, gloria's charm proved too sex to resist -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/Rz_1eTZvbII/AAAAAAAABVw/Nqucf7x3EYw/s1600-h/Image043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/Rz_1eTZvbII/AAAAAAAABVw/Nqucf7x3EYw/s320/Image043.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134092001178774658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;went to westfield with haydeee yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;freaking sweltering. felt like i was burning. when poor hayden arrived, he looked like he was on the brink of keeling over ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;visisted australian geographic for the first time! very cool shop. it looks boring on the outside but inside there are all sorts of awesome things like sea monkeys and DIY volcanoes and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;bought some bubble paste and a mini tree :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/Rz_1ezZvbKI/AAAAAAAABWA/OOsH7X4pQa4/s1600-h/Image046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/Rz_1ezZvbKI/AAAAAAAABWA/OOsH7X4pQa4/s320/Image046.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134092009768709282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hayden dying ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/Rz_1ejZvbJI/AAAAAAAABV4/xxLyuHIF7cw/s1600-h/Image045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/Rz_1ejZvbJI/AAAAAAAABV4/xxLyuHIF7cw/s320/Image045.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134092005473741970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;remember these things? they're squishy and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;guess who's who .. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/Rz_1tzZvbLI/AAAAAAAABWI/jVEgNOc5FNQ/s1600-h/Image050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/Rz_1tzZvbLI/AAAAAAAABWI/jVEgNOc5FNQ/s320/Image050.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134092267466747058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hayden grinning happily with the BEFORE tree.&lt;br /&gt;magic water.. and a couple of hours later.. voila!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/Rz_1uTZvbMI/AAAAAAAABWQ/KBoxtGqTutI/s1600-h/Image085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/Rz_1uTZvbMI/AAAAAAAABWQ/KBoxtGqTutI/s320/Image085.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134092276056681666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;fluffy pink tree! looks like those mini - japanese cherry blossom trees. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/Rz_1ujZvbNI/AAAAAAAABWY/14zgroYb6AE/s320/IMG004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134092280351648978" border="0" /&gt;shout out to janeanbean! how is ballliiiiii&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok back to psych.&lt;br /&gt;GAY! &gt;=(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17259703-3939787638412526975?l=unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com/feeds/3939787638412526975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17259703&amp;postID=3939787638412526975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17259703/posts/default/3939787638412526975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17259703/posts/default/3939787638412526975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com/2007/11/gay.html' title=''/><author><name>xinbean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01228343759968028750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1STYX3yYld0/SJA4SFHRIpI/AAAAAAAABxs/THBbouqcFP8/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/Rz_1eDZvbHI/AAAAAAAABVo/26u-uT3l_Fc/s72-c/Image017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17259703.post-1472333975959700116</id><published>2007-11-15T05:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T05:51:06.241-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>God speaks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="en-NIV-19365" class="sup"&gt;7&lt;/span&gt; "But blessed is the man who trusts in the LORD,&lt;br /&gt;      whose confidence is in him. &lt;p&gt; &lt;span id="en-NIV-19366" class="sup"&gt;8&lt;/span&gt; He will be like a tree planted by the water&lt;br /&gt;      that sends out its roots by the stream.&lt;br /&gt;      It does not fear when heat comes;&lt;br /&gt;      its leaves are always green.&lt;br /&gt;      It has no worries in a year of drought&lt;br /&gt;      and never fails to bear fruit."&lt;/p&gt;for the second time in the duration of vce, during the times when i have felt the most nervous, the most panicky, and the most desperate, God has given me this verse, the first time through Gloria, and again, when i came across in in Our Daily Bread.. just ..the day before spesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;words fail to describe the wonder i feel whenever i am touched by God's personal words.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17259703-1472333975959700116?l=unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com/feeds/1472333975959700116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17259703&amp;postID=1472333975959700116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17259703/posts/default/1472333975959700116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17259703/posts/default/1472333975959700116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com/2007/11/god-speaks-7-but-blessed-is-man-who.html' title=''/><author><name>xinbean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01228343759968028750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1STYX3yYld0/SJA4SFHRIpI/AAAAAAAABxs/THBbouqcFP8/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17259703.post-3026973362485040926</id><published>2007-11-05T19:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T01:37:35.972-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>before my blog dies an official death.. i'm here to&lt;br /&gt;1) wish MELINA a very happy 18th birthday! i just wanted to tell you.. i'm pregnant with your babies :( and they are all black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/Ry_bag4UrCI/AAAAAAAABVY/kxTE7nqD5Wc/s1600-h/CIMG6057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/Ry_bag4UrCI/AAAAAAAABVY/kxTE7nqD5Wc/s320/CIMG6057.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129559749147536418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;first person i met in balwyn high. i remember she cornered me and waved her arms in my face and said ARE YOU THE NEW GIRL?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember u getting really cut at fraser whenever u organised maccas day and he gave you crap about it LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember you bagging me about not being able to say 'three'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember.. going to the park once, in year 10 and stopping by LEMONGRASS .. it was my first time *nods*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember chinese and mr yu. and how you guys crawled under the table.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember u visiting me in hospital with jan and bena, and bena like broke her leg or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember u and jack liang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;working together.. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dying each others' hairs at jan's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i remember stealing cupcakes from the canteen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rolling down the hill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'WHOS SHOUTING ME.. I KNOW SOMEONES SHOUTING ME!!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;badminton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;library sessions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haircut in the toilets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOOD sessions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup. many good memories.. *cough* well whether u want to or not, we shall have to take up some sort of class next year together :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the bright side, you're no longer the cheapest person i know coz i think david surpasses your super-cheapness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and just for today..i'll say it.. jimmy lin is &lt;strike&gt; ugly &lt;/strike&gt; hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) exam time is here but instead of studying like a crazy maniac i have instead been making many babies on facebook. if u have the application .. MAKE BABIES WITH ME!! :D&lt;br /&gt;i have like 20 babies.. yes very fertile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i started playing icy tower LOL. stayed up to like 4 last night trying to get past 2000.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mehh. i've totally accepted that i'm not gonna do that well. byebye 99.95!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) LOL i just logged into my school portal.. weee..&lt;br /&gt;Attendance Summary&lt;br /&gt;Type  Date &amp;amp; Time&lt;br /&gt;Absent&lt;br /&gt;01/09/2007,5&lt;br /&gt;Absent&lt;br /&gt;8/09/2007,6&lt;br /&gt;Absent&lt;br /&gt;12/09/2007,2&lt;br /&gt;Absent&lt;br /&gt;19/09/2007,3&lt;br /&gt;Absent&lt;br /&gt;21/09/2007,5&lt;br /&gt;Absent&lt;br /&gt;09/10/2007,5&lt;br /&gt;Absent&lt;br /&gt;12/10/2007,6&lt;br /&gt;Absent&lt;br /&gt;15/10/2007,2&lt;br /&gt;Absent&lt;br /&gt;15/10/2007,3&lt;br /&gt;Absent&lt;br /&gt;15/10/2007,5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL i think the list goes on. but.. yesh. -_-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17259703-3026973362485040926?l=unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com/feeds/3026973362485040926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17259703&amp;postID=3026973362485040926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17259703/posts/default/3026973362485040926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17259703/posts/default/3026973362485040926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com/2007/11/before-my-blog-dies-official-death.html' title=''/><author><name>xinbean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01228343759968028750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1STYX3yYld0/SJA4SFHRIpI/AAAAAAAABxs/THBbouqcFP8/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/Ry_bag4UrCI/AAAAAAAABVY/kxTE7nqD5Wc/s72-c/CIMG6057.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17259703.post-7394608300287623429</id><published>2007-10-18T01:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T05:22:20.275-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the last day of high school is the day&lt;br /&gt;- everything is a flurry of photo-taking and signing.&lt;br /&gt;- rude messages and massive penises appear on the walls, locker doors, tables, whiteboards.. etc. lots of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dick&lt;/span&gt;tation :p&lt;br /&gt;- teachers frantically scrub out the multi-sized penises vandalized everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;- after six years, the students finally bellow the school song at the top of their lungs.&lt;br /&gt;- you forgive those annoying people who throw food at the fan.. (what happens after? shit hits the fan) just for making the year more memorable.&lt;br /&gt;- you realize that despite wishing all year for it to be over, you now wish you could turn back time.&lt;br /&gt;- your teachers buy you food and smile in your photos, no matter how much they really hate you, because they're finally getting you out of their &lt;strike&gt; pants &lt;/strike&gt; hair.&lt;br /&gt;- and we step out looking to the future and what it holds.. not looking back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realized.. i will never sit in class matchmaking people in my head again, never sit in class bluetoothing randoms again, never kneel beside my locker neighbours and ritually moan about school on a monday morning again, never queue up in the common room for the lousy microwave again, never go with my friends to scab food from the canteen again, never wag class again, never piss off the anal librarian again....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my last few days? pictures soon when i get the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s rugby tops finally came, they're quite.. butt-ugly. massive yellow strip down the side :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17259703-7394608300287623429?l=unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com/feeds/7394608300287623429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17259703&amp;postID=7394608300287623429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17259703/posts/default/7394608300287623429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17259703/posts/default/7394608300287623429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com/2007/10/last-day-of-high-school-is-day.html' title=''/><author><name>xinbean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01228343759968028750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1STYX3yYld0/SJA4SFHRIpI/AAAAAAAABxs/THBbouqcFP8/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17259703.post-2447678956726736819</id><published>2007-10-10T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T08:16:12.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's late.. i should be sleeping.. but for some reason, even though my eyes are closing and my head feels heavy, i feel weighed down by all the thoughts running around inside that head of mine..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which is probably why i'm blogging now, since long ago i decided that this blog wasn't meant to be private. but since i just changed the url, and haven't updated properly in ages, i don't think this'll be read by many people anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things change in an instant.. no matter how much i tell myself that there are some things that you can hold on to in this world where everything just seems to rush by in the blink of an eye.. people are gone, moments are lost.. and they will never come back to you again.. or at other moments time seems to slow and you're stuck in a painful moments, watching the world go by and trapped in your own existence.. limited.. weighed down.. and unable to break free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what i want anymore, i feel like i'm being split into a person i don't recognize anymore. sometimes i wonder, if i were to look through the eyes of another person, what kind of person would they see when they look at me? it feels like i'm changing.. and yet, with this change it feels like i'm growing further away from the things that matter and drifting..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it all part of growing up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so.. very.. tired. i don't know if i can muster the energy to plod to the end of vce and still give it my best shot. part of me knows i would hate to regret not working hard enough, the other part simply can't pick up the pace and mug like nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i know is that, i'm feeling increasingly unprepared to deal with the world out there. i wish i could go into an oyster shell, become that pearl and emerge to take the world in a stride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sad reality is that the only constant in life is change, and sometimes you need to be out of your comfort zone to gain a few more experiences, and learn and grow from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just pray that the realisation will hit me before it's too late. and with that realisation, the unwavering faith and trust that God will send me where He wants me to go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17259703-2447678956726736819?l=unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com/feeds/2447678956726736819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17259703&amp;postID=2447678956726736819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17259703/posts/default/2447678956726736819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17259703/posts/default/2447678956726736819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com/2007/10/its-late.html' title=''/><author><name>xinbean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01228343759968028750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1STYX3yYld0/SJA4SFHRIpI/AAAAAAAABxs/THBbouqcFP8/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17259703.post-3007573271946650871</id><published>2007-10-10T07:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T07:33:42.342-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;我问爱情有没有站牌 有没有线索可猜&lt;br /&gt;                    我问邂逅什么时候来 我该用什么心态&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" &gt;                  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;等一份情走进下个现在 让未来有惊喜意外&lt;br /&gt;                    相信盼爱的平凡女孩 不须再平凡的等待&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" &gt;                  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;遇上爱那一天 有个他能思念&lt;br /&gt;                    想像谁把涟漪放我心里面&lt;br /&gt;                    遇上爱某年某天 两人之间 用默契相连&lt;br /&gt;                    从那天 我就会 许下愿&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>xinbean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01228343759968028750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1STYX3yYld0/SJA4SFHRIpI/AAAAAAAABxs/THBbouqcFP8/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17259703.post-3703853493783299086</id><published>2007-10-08T02:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T02:56:16.431-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;It's not always rainbows and butterflies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;It's compromise that moves us along&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;My heart is full and my door's always open&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;You can come anytime you want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;I know where you hide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Alone in your car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Know all of the things that make you who you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;I know that goodbye means nothing at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Comes back and begs me to catch her every time she falls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;I don't mind spending everyday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Out on your corner in the pouring rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Look for the girl with the broken smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Ask her if she wants to stay awhile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;And she will be loved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;And she will be loved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17259703-3703853493783299086?l=unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com/feeds/3703853493783299086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17259703&amp;postID=3703853493783299086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17259703/posts/default/3703853493783299086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17259703/posts/default/3703853493783299086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com/2007/10/its-not-always-rainbows-and-butterflies.html' title=''/><author><name>xinbean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01228343759968028750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1STYX3yYld0/SJA4SFHRIpI/AAAAAAAABxs/THBbouqcFP8/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17259703.post-2315464550787298586</id><published>2007-10-04T05:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T01:37:36.563-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Guess what I have!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RwTeWzwJU0I/AAAAAAAABVA/JNQirR3d0d0/s1600-h/CIMG0718.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RwTeWzwJU0I/AAAAAAAABVA/JNQirR3d0d0/s320/CIMG0718.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117459560030360386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;KRISPY KREMES!~ :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i bought them, i told the lady to pack them into smaller boxes coz i can't carry two wide boxes. so all up, i was lugging around 4 boxes of donuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i swear there were hobos at melbourne central station eyeing my donuts greedily, so i clutched them a bit closer and scurried away really fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeh and when janean saw me: 'OMG XINNI LIM A &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BIT &lt;/span&gt;OVERBOARD?!' :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RwTeXDwJU2I/AAAAAAAABVQ/cPIDMV9i3rE/s1600-h/CIMG0713.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RwTeXDwJU2I/AAAAAAAABVQ/cPIDMV9i3rE/s320/CIMG0713.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117459564325327714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RwTeWjwJUzI/AAAAAAAABU4/PWa0TMFUa-o/s1600-h/CIMG0715.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RwTeWjwJUzI/AAAAAAAABU4/PWa0TMFUa-o/s320/CIMG0715.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117459555735393074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i duno, this is after a coupla hours, the glaze is a little bit sunken but omg, still as good as ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at night i got hungry and came upstairs to steal a donut.&lt;br /&gt;i found my boxes piled on top of this bowl and the plate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RwTeWzwJU1I/AAAAAAAABVI/UZLgVIom8BA/s1600-h/CIMG0716.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RwTeWzwJU1I/AAAAAAAABVI/UZLgVIom8BA/s320/CIMG0716.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117459560030360402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;me: mummy why are my donuts stacked on top of the plate and bowl -_-'&lt;br /&gt;mum: LOOK! *points excitedly to the plate*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on closer inspection, the plate had some water in it. puzzled, i asked .."why is there water?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mum proudly replied: 'NO ANTS LAH!蚂蚁不会游泳吗！' (meaning : ants cannot swim!)&lt;br /&gt;i.e. they can crawl up the side of the plate but can't crawl up the bowl, coz of the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's like a moat and a castle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i swear, she is so auntie. :D but i thought that was pretttyyy smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gee, even the ants want to steal my donuts :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;update: the msn strike has begun.&lt;br /&gt;number of times i've tried to hack my own account: 8 and counting.&lt;br /&gt;amount of time i've spent on facebook instead: -don't even talk about it. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before i go, i duno if anyone else has noticed it, but on my tagboard some pretty strange and disturbing things are going on.. between a certain Jimmy Lin and Melina Han. -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17259703-2315464550787298586?l=unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com/feeds/2315464550787298586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17259703&amp;postID=2315464550787298586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17259703/posts/default/2315464550787298586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17259703/posts/default/2315464550787298586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com/2007/10/guess-what-i-have-krispy-kremes-when-i.html' title=''/><author><name>xinbean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01228343759968028750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1STYX3yYld0/SJA4SFHRIpI/AAAAAAAABxs/THBbouqcFP8/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RwTeWzwJU0I/AAAAAAAABVA/JNQirR3d0d0/s72-c/CIMG0718.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17259703.post-1054096146498995262</id><published>2007-10-02T07:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T07:22:00.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>no msn for a month :)&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to live with regrets..&lt;br /&gt;don't want to miss out getting into a course by like 1 mark..&lt;br /&gt;don't want to get my enter score with a sinking feeling..&lt;br /&gt;don't want to disappoint my grandparents..&lt;br /&gt;even though i haven't tried my best this year.. and i already regret not studying harder..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this one last month before exams *exactly &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1 month&lt;/span&gt;* is the last chance i have at giving it my best shot.&lt;br /&gt;better pray i don't find distractions elsewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got a harsh call to reality today when i was doing spesh. somehow, sitting in a lecture, watching someone go through the steps you're supposed to do, is a whole lot less confusing that doing it all by yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and no matter how much i say i'd get 20 for spesh, i &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;really really really &lt;/span&gt;would like at least a 30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before i go, here's a verse i find encouraging..&lt;br /&gt;Phillipians 3: 13 - 14 : "But one  thing I do: Forgetting what is behind and straining toward what  is ahead, &lt;sup&gt;14&lt;/sup&gt;I press on toward the goal to win the  prize for which God has called me heavenward in Christ Jesus."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRESS ON! GOOD LUCK EVERYONE :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17259703-1054096146498995262?l=unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com/feeds/1054096146498995262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17259703&amp;postID=1054096146498995262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17259703/posts/default/1054096146498995262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17259703/posts/default/1054096146498995262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com/2007/10/no-msn-for-month-i-dont-want-to-live.html' title=''/><author><name>xinbean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01228343759968028750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1STYX3yYld0/SJA4SFHRIpI/AAAAAAAABxs/THBbouqcFP8/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17259703.post-8797648840416421128</id><published>2007-09-25T14:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T01:37:43.581-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haven't updated for a long time :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally, the long awaited sept holidays. i can't say much about them, except that they're not &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;really &lt;/span&gt;holidays but some evil scheme by our education system to get year 12s to work harder than ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the problem is, it's barely working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been having lectures at 9am every single day at melbourne uni. which means i've been getting up even earlier than school days (oh dear Lord, please no.. -.-) to bus to the city. the lectures are so long and drawn out, i can feel my butt slowly getting grafted into the chair as time passes. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that's &lt;/span&gt;how much time i sit in those theatres.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RvoftzwJUyI/AAAAAAAABUo/ZHHEQGkYf_E/s1600-h/CIMG0695.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RvoftzwJUyI/AAAAAAAABUo/ZHHEQGkYf_E/s320/CIMG0695.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114435198679339810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks tina, for keeping me awake and entertained and being such good company and saving me seats for the past 3 days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday was the worst. it being the weekend and all, the bus timetable was worse than usual..i got to the city really, really early (the only other option was to be really, really late.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was so early, i had a whole hour to kill. it was one of those beautiful spring days where you don't regret getting up after all..&lt;br /&gt;so in a burst of enthusiasm, i decided to do something very un-xinnilike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i walked to uni!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RvoPgTwJUVI/AAAAAAAABRA/N5H7zlWiBf4/s1600-h/CIMG0560.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RvoPgTwJUVI/AAAAAAAABRA/N5H7zlWiBf4/s320/CIMG0560.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114417374565060946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;felt like i had the whole city to myself. everything was still and quiet.. the sound of the morning breeze, sunlight filtering through the trees as the shadows of buildings stretched across the streets.. not a car in sight :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup.. it was definitely one of those moments i really appreciated being up and about that early on a sunday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had lunch with the girls later at YOYOGI, michelle's declared favourite place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RvmIcDwJUTI/AAAAAAAABQw/TUXUVKy-qT4/s1600-h/CIMG0563.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RvmIcDwJUTI/AAAAAAAABQw/TUXUVKy-qT4/s320/CIMG0563.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114268867480867122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;mich &amp;amp; mel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RvmIcjwJUUI/AAAAAAAABQ4/AhbtJc10chc/s1600-h/CIMG0565.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RvmIcjwJUUI/AAAAAAAABQ4/AhbtJc10chc/s320/CIMG0565.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114268876070801730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;glo &amp;amp; i&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;backtracking a little, sat i celebrated the first day of "holidays"&lt;br /&gt;good weather really makes it fun to walk. i walked from the tutor's place to jan's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RvmHDDwJULI/AAAAAAAABPw/PrYbLt6CXH4/s1600-h/CIMG0500.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RvmHDDwJULI/AAAAAAAABPw/PrYbLt6CXH4/s320/CIMG0500.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114267338472509618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;with wasabi, the homestay dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RvmHDjwJUMI/AAAAAAAABP4/Xyj4neu5sJ8/s1600-h/CIMG0499.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RvmHDjwJUMI/AAAAAAAABP4/Xyj4neu5sJ8/s320/CIMG0499.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114267347062444226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;we were gonna make a cake but after walking to safeway, there was no time.. so we fried some rice and watched foxtel instead. there was some really disturbing show called 'date my mom' where guys take 3 moms out on a date, and then from that pick a daughter to go on a date with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;........if i was in that show i would never get a date, my mom is so scary &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINALLY went to max brenner's after a term's worth of craving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RvmIbzwJUSI/AAAAAAAABQo/M-bKOslALuA/s320/CIMG0549.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114268863185899810" border="0" /&gt;with mich &amp;amp; pris.&lt;br /&gt;we went all out ordering everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RvmHEzwJUPI/AAAAAAAABQQ/iixzjImxuYc/s1600-h/CIMG0513.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RvmHEzwJUPI/AAAAAAAABQQ/iixzjImxuYc/s320/CIMG0513.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114267368537280754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;pris with her mocha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RvoPhjwJUXI/AAAAAAAABRQ/qNsA0YQHxgQ/s1600-h/CIMG0523.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RvoPhjwJUXI/AAAAAAAABRQ/qNsA0YQHxgQ/s320/CIMG0523.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114417396039897458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;strawberry fondue, belgium waffles with ice cream and strawberries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my perennial favourite, the 'teardrop' or the three-layer mousse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RvoYOzwJUrI/AAAAAAAABTw/UnaEJGgGl_Q/s1600-h/CIMG0515.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RvoYOzwJUrI/AAAAAAAABTw/UnaEJGgGl_Q/s320/CIMG0515.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114426969522000562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RvmIbDwJUQI/AAAAAAAABQY/Y5EPxccTDoI/s1600-h/CIMG0517.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RvmIbDwJUQI/AAAAAAAABQY/Y5EPxccTDoI/s320/CIMG0517.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114268850300997890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;YEAH OKAY i &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;know &lt;/span&gt;i look damn greedy LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RvmHETwJUOI/AAAAAAAABQI/y1N4FJdbzhY/s1600-h/CIMG0511.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RvmHETwJUOI/AAAAAAAABQI/y1N4FJdbzhY/s320/CIMG0511.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114267359947346146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RvmHEDwJUNI/AAAAAAAABQA/Alb8KDW-dpE/s1600-h/CIMG0509.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RvmHEDwJUNI/AAAAAAAABQA/Alb8KDW-dpE/s320/CIMG0509.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114267355652378834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RvoWLzwJUkI/AAAAAAAABS4/r1DHJVkmmyc/s1600-h/UNGLAM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RvoWLzwJUkI/AAAAAAAABS4/r1DHJVkmmyc/s320/UNGLAM.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114424718959137346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;unglamorous faces LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RvmIbTwJURI/AAAAAAAABQg/4ISHKTegdDs/s1600-h/CIMG0534.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RvmIbTwJURI/AAAAAAAABQg/4ISHKTegdDs/s320/CIMG0534.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114268854595965202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup.. so anyway, in between my lectures i have been visiting borders to do some reading..&lt;br /&gt;i love reading! i think it has something to do with me being a slight recluse when i was younger and preferring instead to just immerse myself in a different world.. where people do magic, fairytales come true.. and there's always a happy ending..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RvoZWzwJUsI/AAAAAAAABT4/e13NjGzpRK0/s1600-h/CIMG0572.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RvoZWzwJUsI/AAAAAAAABT4/e13NjGzpRK0/s320/CIMG0572.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114428206472581826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RvoPgzwJUWI/AAAAAAAABRI/sw-C2IAjSpI/s1600-h/CIMG0570.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RvoPgzwJUWI/AAAAAAAABRI/sw-C2IAjSpI/s320/CIMG0570.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114417383154995554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;gloria jeans at borders is a really nice place to sit down and chat, or read a book while inhaling the warm aroma of coffee and freshly baked pastries.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the other night we went out to ktv.&lt;br /&gt;jan and mel took their time coming, so i ended up bumming around the city with the guys first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RvoRgDwJUeI/AAAAAAAABSI/BAI0T0Deo7M/s1600-h/CIMG0573.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RvoRgDwJUeI/AAAAAAAABSI/BAI0T0Deo7M/s320/CIMG0573.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114419569293349346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this is xinman, everybody. the slightly more male version of myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had.. TRAMPOLINE (yay!) and then trooped to safeway to stock up on food for ktv. :P&lt;br /&gt;david, being the enormous cheapo he is, swooped on a packet of homebrand cheese rings.&lt;br /&gt;this is everybody's reaction to Homebrand Cheese Rings :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RvoReDwJUaI/AAAAAAAABRo/_qWvAThL7KI/s1600-h/CIMG0585.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RvoReDwJUaI/AAAAAAAABRo/_qWvAThL7KI/s320/CIMG0585.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114419534933610914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RvocxzwJUwI/AAAAAAAABUY/TXuH4Fz0GSo/s1600-h/CIMG0582.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RvocxzwJUwI/AAAAAAAABUY/TXuH4Fz0GSo/s320/CIMG0582.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114431968863933186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"LOOK AT MY HOMEBRAND CHEESE RINGS!!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RvocyTwJUxI/AAAAAAAABUg/pBAApxFVnx0/s1600-h/CIMG0583.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RvocyTwJUxI/AAAAAAAABUg/pBAApxFVnx0/s320/CIMG0583.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114431977453867794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"what!?! what's wrong with HOMEBRAND CHEESE RINGS!? they were 99c!!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RvoTUDwJUfI/AAAAAAAABSQ/3dy9GFOc2L8/s1600-h/CIMG0623.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RvoTUDwJUfI/AAAAAAAABSQ/3dy9GFOc2L8/s320/CIMG0623.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114421562158174706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;charles cutting the birthday cake janean made for him :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RvoTUTwJUgI/AAAAAAAABSY/1LD2WGenlTw/s1600-h/CIMG0636.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RvoTUTwJUgI/AAAAAAAABSY/1LD2WGenlTw/s320/CIMG0636.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114421566453142018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;evil michael cut my face out *cry*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RvoRezwJUbI/AAAAAAAABRw/xAAUSsLdCtI/s1600-h/CIMG0591.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RvoRezwJUbI/AAAAAAAABRw/xAAUSsLdCtI/s320/CIMG0591.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114419547818512818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i can't remember what we were singing. it might have been Stop by spice girls LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RvoRfDwJUcI/AAAAAAAABR4/ExlNLkezdks/s1600-h/CIMG0610.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RvoRfDwJUcI/AAAAAAAABR4/ExlNLkezdks/s320/CIMG0610.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114419552113480130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the guys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RvobwzwJUuI/AAAAAAAABUI/3zTeoZzY-CY/s1600-h/CIMG0630.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RvobwzwJUuI/AAAAAAAABUI/3zTeoZzY-CY/s320/CIMG0630.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114430852172436194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;they are really fun because they really wail their lungs out LOL look at charles's face :D CUUUTE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RvoPiDwJUYI/AAAAAAAABRY/eSlaVcSqFuE/s1600-h/CIMG0607.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RvoPiDwJUYI/AAAAAAAABRY/eSlaVcSqFuE/s320/CIMG0607.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114417404629832066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;can't remember why i was cracking up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RvoRfjwJUdI/AAAAAAAABSA/nY8EcQSKl8g/s1600-h/CIMG0614.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RvoRfjwJUdI/AAAAAAAABSA/nY8EcQSKl8g/s320/CIMG0614.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114419560703414738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;me &amp;amp; jan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RvoTUzwJUhI/AAAAAAAABSg/SsB8JGuDhJs/s1600-h/CIMG0639.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RvoTUzwJUhI/AAAAAAAABSg/SsB8JGuDhJs/s320/CIMG0639.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114421575043076626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i like how it seems like melina's face is about to be literally blown away. cool effect :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RvoTVTwJUiI/AAAAAAAABSo/LuuO5tCu8QA/s1600-h/CIMG0643s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RvoTVTwJUiI/AAAAAAAABSo/LuuO5tCu8QA/s320/CIMG0643s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114421583633011234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;southbank at night.. isn't it pretty? i could come here every night and just sit on the bridge..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RvoTVzwJUjI/AAAAAAAABSw/cnpnf7ft62c/s1600-h/CIMG0648.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RvoTVzwJUjI/AAAAAAAABSw/cnpnf7ft62c/s320/CIMG0648.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114421592222945842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;group pic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RvobwTwJUtI/AAAAAAAABUA/tf74bBNgZIA/s1600-h/CIMG0649.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RvobwTwJUtI/AAAAAAAABUA/tf74bBNgZIA/s320/CIMG0649.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114430843582501586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;group pic take two :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had dinner..at bearbrass&lt;br /&gt;charles : 'bearbrass.....bear..bras?'&lt;br /&gt;sigh. hard to believe he just turned 18.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had lamb balls -.- (ha,ha) and pizza. didn't take many photos coz too cold, my fingers were really clumsy and numb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we walked as fast as we could (well, i did, with janean) we powerwalked like.. the long way to the ferris wheel because we were on the wrong side of the yarra river. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RvocxTwJUvI/AAAAAAAABUQ/lYg59asF1A8/s1600-h/CIMG0665.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RvocxTwJUvI/AAAAAAAABUQ/lYg59asF1A8/s320/CIMG0665.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114431960273998578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;IT'S A GOLDEN TICKET! lol.. now i get to visit willy wonka's chocolate factory..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RvoWMjwJUmI/AAAAAAAABTI/9XSovxzDHqI/s1600-h/CIMG0667.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RvoWMjwJUmI/AAAAAAAABTI/9XSovxzDHqI/s320/CIMG0667.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114424731844039266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;mel was so terrified she gripped the grills and clutched them tightly the whole way, not tearing her eyes away from the steadily increasing heights and cowering in fear. lol.. i didn't know she was scared of heights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RvoWMzwJUnI/AAAAAAAABTQ/h9Zm28dETsA/s1600-h/CIMG0679.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RvoWMzwJUnI/AAAAAAAABTQ/h9Zm28dETsA/s320/CIMG0679.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114424736139006578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;managed to cram 6 people into one compartment. we were the only people on the whole ride too.. because it was so late.. around elevenish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RvoXhTwJUpI/AAAAAAAABTg/uOL0fsFU01s/s1600-h/CIMG0689.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RvoXhTwJUpI/AAAAAAAABTg/uOL0fsFU01s/s320/CIMG0689.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114426187837952658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;xinman, davida and mic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RvoWNDwJUoI/AAAAAAAABTY/PtdVdZ0hwKE/s1600-h/CIMG0686.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RvoWNDwJUoI/AAAAAAAABTY/PtdVdZ0hwKE/s320/CIMG0686.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114424740433973890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i really like this photo! IT'S SO CUTE ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the view was so awesome.. apparently it's the second highest ferris wheel. after wanting to go on it for so long.. i finally did.. and it was the highlight of the night for me. i may be terrified of bugs and supernatural things, but definitely not heights.. it felt like i was on top of the world, away and above the reality you feel when you're on the ground. it was a very.. surreal experience.. watching the city below me, the glittering lights..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RvoPizwJUZI/AAAAAAAABRg/Y1ltILu5-as/s1600-h/CIMG0690.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RvoPizwJUZI/AAAAAAAABRg/Y1ltILu5-as/s320/CIMG0690.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114417417514733970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;mel and i waiting for the bus later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RvoXhjwJUqI/AAAAAAAABTo/rWqJWFEx3vk/s1600-h/CIMG0692.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RvoXhjwJUqI/AAAAAAAABTo/rWqJWFEx3vk/s320/CIMG0692.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114426192132919970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;with jan now too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so thanks, guys.. for that night.. because when i look back on this year.. it will be one of the things i will remember.. singing at the top of my lungs (well.. more like yelling).. dancing to Stop! and going round and round on that ferris wheel.. being the only people on the ride and having it all to ourselves.. being on top of the whole city..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lastly.. before i go, i have to add with much excitement and approval :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;charles got a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;haircut&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt; after so long! about time, his hair was beginning to shroud his face like a bush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RvmHEzwJUPI/AAAAAAAABQQ/iixzjImxuYc/s1600-h/CIMG0513.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17259703-8797648840416421128?l=unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com/feeds/8797648840416421128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17259703&amp;postID=8797648840416421128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17259703/posts/default/8797648840416421128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17259703/posts/default/8797648840416421128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com/2007/09/havent-updated-for-long-time-finally.html' title=''/><author><name>xinbean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01228343759968028750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1STYX3yYld0/SJA4SFHRIpI/AAAAAAAABxs/THBbouqcFP8/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RvoftzwJUyI/AAAAAAAABUo/ZHHEQGkYf_E/s72-c/CIMG0695.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17259703.post-7227396576610185914</id><published>2007-09-18T02:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T03:12:04.455-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A humdrum day in the life of Xinni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first up, happy birthday &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;charlesy&lt;/span&gt;. you know you're homosexual, just admit it. we all accept you for who you are, oh hip thrusting minion of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this morning i had to pry my eyelids open after finally finishing my uni assignment quite late last night. at least it's done. very proud of myself for churning out 2000 words of pure, unadulterated bs. :D *pats self on back with accomplished grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i was sitting in spesh craving my nutella fix for the day, my phone went off. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RATHER LOUDLY too. &lt;/span&gt;i hate being so forgetful, it means doing stupid things like not turning your phone on silent when you go to class. needless to say, everybody within a 1m radius of me heard, which is basically the whole class. it's lucky i was in mr. mark's class, because he just grinned good-naturedly and said 'you better get that' T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;which &lt;/span&gt;bugger decided to give me a ring in school?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DEVRIM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;lol, what a dummy. turns out he wanted like charles's number or something and decided to ring me in the middle&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;of class.............. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone in my spesh class keeps farting. it's really annoying when i think about it. we're just sitting there innocently and some quiet little innocent looking fob is farting away happily while we all are assailed with the stench of .. sulphuric smelling fart. (yes, my nose has cleared up enough for me to appreciate the smell of a fart.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;makes my blood boil enough to make me wanna turn around and yell 'WHO DID IT?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. i was in the middle of the biggest china-bagging session about how people spit and it's all polluted and such, when zhen pointed out that we were the minority in a classroom of .. many.. many.. chinese fobs. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm during lunch today i had a craving for nutella, so off i went to coles :D&lt;br /&gt;melina came and made me buy her a packet of chips.&lt;br /&gt;we came back and she ate my sandwich, my nutella dip pack, and stood accomplice while she encouraged somebody else to open my chips and helped to eat them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i need a lock for my locker. SOMEONE GIMME A LOCK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;i forgot to add. ALL HAIL DAVID, WHO TEACHES ME SPESH AND I GET 9/10 FOR AN IMPOSSIBLY HARD OUTCOME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wooooooooo! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17259703-7227396576610185914?l=unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com/feeds/7227396576610185914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17259703&amp;postID=7227396576610185914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17259703/posts/default/7227396576610185914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17259703/posts/default/7227396576610185914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com/2007/09/humdrum-day-in-life-of-xinni.html' title=''/><author><name>xinbean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01228343759968028750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1STYX3yYld0/SJA4SFHRIpI/AAAAAAAABxs/THBbouqcFP8/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17259703.post-8332341152444188126</id><published>2007-09-17T03:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T03:22:57.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;tired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;have a very &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hw"&gt;blasé attitude towards school lately. when will it all end? only 4 more days till end of term and yet i feel like i can't muster up the energy to drag myself through the next couple of days. * 1 uni assignment and 1 sac to go. why does it feel like so much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in a considerable amount of pain after yesterday's session of badminton. thinking back to the last time i exercised, it was last year when i went to the gym with janean once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and never went back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it will be the bane of my existence! i woke up this morn feeling like a truck had rolled over my body and rolled back again. my arm's not much better considering i did 2 practice exams in the last 24 hours = 8 essays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woo go me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ever have the feeling of longing for something interesting to happen to your life? something that makes every day a memory, every morning a joy to wake up to, when every fiber in your body wants to skip along and sing at the top of your lungs?&lt;br /&gt;i just visualized the von trapp kids in the sound of music. nooo, not quite so gaily/gayly like them but you know, just something to spice up your life again. like.. &lt;strike&gt; matchmaking your friend &lt;/strike&gt;  eating crispy m&amp;amp;m's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone, something, just come along and make me excited about every day again :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need influence.. someone inspire me to work hard and be discipline and study more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just beginning to tire of the same old routine all the time. the need for change is in order.. uh oh.. recognize this feeling. it's the feeling of wanting to haul myself away from melbourne and go overseas, cos i truly am starting to feel sick of it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;will you still love me tomorrow?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i remember this from CLICK and from BRIDGET JONE'S DIARY. good song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17259703-8332341152444188126?l=unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com/feeds/8332341152444188126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17259703&amp;postID=8332341152444188126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17259703/posts/default/8332341152444188126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17259703/posts/default/8332341152444188126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com/2007/09/tired-have-very-blas-attitude-towards.html' title=''/><author><name>xinbean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01228343759968028750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1STYX3yYld0/SJA4SFHRIpI/AAAAAAAABxs/THBbouqcFP8/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17259703.post-5975931617923842293</id><published>2007-09-16T05:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T01:37:45.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/Ru0pHlNeoGI/AAAAAAAABPI/V6wqbGaDvYA/s1600-h/CIMG0479.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/Ru0oP1NeoDI/AAAAAAAABOw/N-haE6vKIFg/s320/CIMG0473.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110785404582142002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/Ru0oQFNeoEI/AAAAAAAABO4/-bdlomeRFME/s1600-h/CIMG0475.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/Ru0oQFNeoEI/AAAAAAAABO4/-bdlomeRFME/s320/CIMG0475.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110785408877109314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/Ru0oQlNeoFI/AAAAAAAABPA/I8ifjMDLm4E/s1600-h/CIMG0477.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/Ru0oQlNeoFI/AAAAAAAABPA/I8ifjMDLm4E/s320/CIMG0477.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110785417467043922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PICTURES. bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17259703-5975931617923842293?l=unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com/feeds/5975931617923842293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17259703&amp;postID=5975931617923842293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17259703/posts/default/5975931617923842293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17259703/posts/default/5975931617923842293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com/2007/09/pictures.html' title=''/><author><name>xinbean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01228343759968028750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1STYX3yYld0/SJA4SFHRIpI/AAAAAAAABxs/THBbouqcFP8/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/Ru0pHlNeoGI/AAAAAAAABPI/V6wqbGaDvYA/s72-c/CIMG0479.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17259703.post-2931622390341734623</id><published>2007-09-14T16:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T01:37:46.829-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>DYED MY HAIR AND GLORIA'S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RusXFlNen8I/AAAAAAAABN4/vRCnSo7rctA/s1600-h/Image019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RusXFlNen8I/AAAAAAAABN4/vRCnSo7rctA/s320/Image019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110203586837389250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;supposed to look like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RusXF1Nen9I/AAAAAAAABOA/kFZjte6KR2s/s1600-h/Image028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RusXF1Nen9I/AAAAAAAABOA/kFZjte6KR2s/s320/Image028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110203591132356562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;turns out like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RusXGVNen-I/AAAAAAAABOI/4Oea-Yg-YvE/s1600-h/CIMG0467sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RusXGVNen-I/AAAAAAAABOI/4Oea-Yg-YvE/s320/CIMG0467sm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110203599722291170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RusXZ1NeoAI/AAAAAAAABOY/uSas2rHP44g/s1600-h/Image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RusXZ1NeoAI/AAAAAAAABOY/uSas2rHP44g/s320/Image001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110203934729740290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;after&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RusXGlNen_I/AAAAAAAABOQ/O86Jt9WONCA/s1600-h/CIMG0468sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RusXGlNen_I/AAAAAAAABOQ/O86Jt9WONCA/s320/CIMG0468sm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110203604017258482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17259703-2931622390341734623?l=unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com/feeds/2931622390341734623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17259703&amp;postID=2931622390341734623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17259703/posts/default/2931622390341734623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17259703/posts/default/2931622390341734623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com/2007/09/dyed-my-hair-and-glorias-supposed-to.html' title=''/><author><name>xinbean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01228343759968028750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1STYX3yYld0/SJA4SFHRIpI/AAAAAAAABxs/THBbouqcFP8/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RusXFlNen8I/AAAAAAAABN4/vRCnSo7rctA/s72-c/Image019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17259703.post-7755223650371391067</id><published>2007-09-13T23:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T01:37:48.559-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today we gave melina a haircut in the girl's toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she was a rather unwilling subject, but she stuffed up her own hair the night before trying to give herself a haircut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i forgot to do before pictures..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/Ruot2lNen5I/AAAAAAAABNg/f8Ap-rmXf2k/s1600-h/CIMG7366.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/Ruot2lNen5I/AAAAAAAABNg/f8Ap-rmXf2k/s320/CIMG7366.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109947142930079634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;something like that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow we dragged her to the girls bathrooms during our spare. i ran out and found a pair of scissors to do the job.. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she struggled quite a bit until she truly absorbed the situation she was in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RuorflNenwI/AAAAAAAABMY/s37W3IE84SM/s1600-h/Image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RuorflNenwI/AAAAAAAABMY/s37W3IE84SM/s320/Image004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109944548769832706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;janean started by brandishing the scissors menacingly and trimming melina's uneven back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/Ruos2FNenzI/AAAAAAAABMw/3hQE42xxsQU/s1600-h/Image060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/Ruos2FNenzI/AAAAAAAABMw/3hQE42xxsQU/s320/Image060.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109946034828517170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;gloria enthusiastically snipping bits of melina's hair off the side and me .. ..i don't quite remember what i was doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RuorfVNenvI/AAAAAAAABMQ/B3iBO_iMEx4/s1600-h/Image038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RuorfVNenvI/AAAAAAAABMQ/B3iBO_iMEx4/s320/Image038.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109944544474865394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;gloria was veryyy enthusiastic LOL and melina was quite unhappy indeed.&lt;br /&gt;gloria: *snip*&lt;br /&gt;melina: OMG NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RuorfFNenuI/AAAAAAAABMI/SUr8oZxbPXw/s1600-h/Image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RuorfFNenuI/AAAAAAAABMI/SUr8oZxbPXw/s320/Image003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109944540179898082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;jan giving her blunt layers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/Ruos2FNen0I/AAAAAAAABM4/rJKelP59ibc/s1600-h/Image066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/Ruos2FNen0I/AAAAAAAABM4/rJKelP59ibc/s320/Image066.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109946034828517186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;me fixing up the back ends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/Ruorf1NenxI/AAAAAAAABMg/F371EVgLyyA/s1600-h/Image074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/Ruorf1NenxI/AAAAAAAABMg/F371EVgLyyA/s320/Image074.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109944553064800018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;jan trimming the fringe.. aww look at melina's forlorn expression. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/Ruos2lNen2I/AAAAAAAABNI/-fE49BUctN0/s1600-h/Image082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/Ruos2lNen2I/AAAAAAAABNI/-fE49BUctN0/s320/Image082.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109946043418451810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;decided to trim melina's eyebrows too.. at this point she completely gave up on struggling and stood there rather obediently. i think she was worried for her eyebrows, coz if she moved i would have snipped a big chunk off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/Ruore1NentI/AAAAAAAABMA/vI08muvhnjY/s1600-h/Image007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/Ruore1NentI/AAAAAAAABMA/vI08muvhnjY/s320/Image007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109944535884930770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;all melina's hair.. from her &lt;strike&gt; armpit &lt;/strike&gt; lol jk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/Ruos2FNenyI/AAAAAAAABMo/-8Ixuc0izHU/s1600-h/Image008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/Ruos2FNenyI/AAAAAAAABMo/-8Ixuc0izHU/s320/Image008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109946034828517154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;gloria and i cleaning it up.. o_O check out that really bad regrowth. I THINK A REDYE IS IN ORDER SOON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/Ruot2FNen3I/AAAAAAAABNQ/SpnWg7cP2sc/s1600-h/Image076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/Ruot2FNen3I/AAAAAAAABNQ/SpnWg7cP2sc/s320/Image076.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109947134340145010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;nearly done...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/Ruot2lNen4I/AAAAAAAABNY/vcr_RIlTs44/s1600-h/Image083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/Ruot2lNen4I/AAAAAAAABNY/vcr_RIlTs44/s320/Image083.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109947142930079618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;wash n dry service included :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/Ruot21Nen6I/AAAAAAAABNo/34sTNpluukM/s1600-h/Image079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/Ruot21Nen6I/AAAAAAAABNo/34sTNpluukM/s320/Image079.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109947147225046946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and all this hair talk inspires me to ask the question.. do you think my multishaded hair begs a redye? i think so :( the blonde bits really irritate me..will dye my hair soon i think. maybe tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17259703-7755223650371391067?l=unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com/feeds/7755223650371391067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17259703&amp;postID=7755223650371391067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17259703/posts/default/7755223650371391067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17259703/posts/default/7755223650371391067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com/2007/09/today-we-gave-melina-haircut-in-girls.html' title=''/><author><name>xinbean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01228343759968028750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1STYX3yYld0/SJA4SFHRIpI/AAAAAAAABxs/THBbouqcFP8/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/Ruot2lNen5I/AAAAAAAABNg/f8Ap-rmXf2k/s72-c/CIMG7366.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17259703.post-4757375054660459407</id><published>2007-09-11T02:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T02:34:06.632-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>these past few days..&lt;br /&gt;i've been hiding at home..&lt;br /&gt;refusing to go to school coz i believe that if i stay home long enough, eventually those looming sacs and assignments will give up, stop bugging me and go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nuu.. ive been sick. BAD BAD flu. the combined efforts of stress/bad sleeping habits/awful eating habits have finally caught up with me, and it's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bad &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i barfed.&lt;br /&gt;and then i proceeded to barf again. and again, and again, and again. i was a barfing machine.&lt;br /&gt;that was so psychologically traumatising that i ate a whole bag of lollies after, thinking that i could still taste my barf in my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;i feel like i'm drowing in snot.&lt;br /&gt;my temperature shot up so high that my hair was all staticky and straight.&lt;br /&gt;i've come to the conclusion that people look better when they're feverish, i mean, my cheeks were flushed, i had bright eyes and my hair was all straight and well behaved.&lt;br /&gt;i've sneezed and blown my nose so much that my nose is peeling like a crumbley pastry. NOO MY SKIN!!&lt;br /&gt;my throat is getting dryer and dryer and more and more phlegmy. i actually coughed out BLOOD.&lt;br /&gt;SO EXCITING RIGHT! story of my life. blood came out when i coughed. melina says i sound like a man, zhen says a croaky old woman. i'm not sure which is better. but they are both equally unglamorous.&lt;br /&gt;i downed like five pills today, hoping i would get better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nope. =(&lt;br /&gt;still feverish, coughing, and snotty. NOT barfing anymore though, which is a significant improvement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still have to trudge back to sch tomorrow, the walking germ that i am and do my eng outcome. followed by spec, followed by that psych assignment which i swear, i have no idea how to do (NEVER been so stumped in my life) and i am literally pulling nonsense from my rear and typing it out. i really look forward to getting my grade T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18 more days. *grits teeth* I WILL.. MAKE.. IT.. EVEN IF IT KILLS ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh.. thanks guys, those who smsed/called/and stuff :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17259703-4757375054660459407?l=unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com/feeds/4757375054660459407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17259703&amp;postID=4757375054660459407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17259703/posts/default/4757375054660459407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17259703/posts/default/4757375054660459407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com/2007/09/these-past-few-days.html' title=''/><author><name>xinbean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01228343759968028750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1STYX3yYld0/SJA4SFHRIpI/AAAAAAAABxs/THBbouqcFP8/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17259703.post-8173566349579394962</id><published>2007-09-07T05:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T01:37:51.391-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FREE DRESS DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its lucky i have a sister, or i would have rocked up in school uniform like a loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RuFJrwiLvMI/AAAAAAAABLY/2BTNf6xaAo4/s1600-h/freedress23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RuFJrwiLvMI/AAAAAAAABLY/2BTNf6xaAo4/s320/freedress23.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107444468526333122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;bena's's friends and us =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RuFJsQiLvNI/AAAAAAAABLg/9DwJslCd1x8/s1600-h/CIMG0365.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RuFJsQiLvNI/AAAAAAAABLg/9DwJslCd1x8/s320/CIMG0365.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107444477116267730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;slime and gina and them =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RuFJswiLvOI/AAAAAAAABLo/xyJEAymEM_Q/s1600-h/CIMG0403.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RuFJswiLvOI/AAAAAAAABLo/xyJEAymEM_Q/s320/CIMG0403.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107444485706202338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;kara &amp; goli!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RuFHswiLvFI/AAAAAAAABKg/yPPyZF7pyP4/s1600-h/CIMG0360.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RuFHswiLvFI/AAAAAAAABKg/yPPyZF7pyP4/s320/CIMG0360.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107442286682946642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;us four~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RuFHtgiLvHI/AAAAAAAABKw/SyYPs72ixuo/s1600-h/CIMG0391s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RuFHtgiLvHI/AAAAAAAABKw/SyYPs72ixuo/s320/CIMG0391s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107442299567848562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;SUNSHINE MAKES PEOPLE HAPPY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take it from me, i'm a psych student *nods*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RuFRHAiLvQI/AAAAAAAABL4/GeRc8DJj7bs/s1600-h/freedress16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RuFRHAiLvQI/AAAAAAAABL4/GeRc8DJj7bs/s320/freedress16.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107452633259162882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RuFQlAiLvPI/AAAAAAAABLw/6W3Bqx34Zk8/s1600-h/CIMG0349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RuFQlAiLvPI/AAAAAAAABLw/6W3Bqx34Zk8/s320/CIMG0349.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107452049143610610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;bff!&lt;br /&gt;this photo greatly does melina justice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RuFHAgiLvAI/AAAAAAAABJ4/WKmR4ixz0ZQ/s1600-h/CIMG0328.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RuFHAgiLvAI/AAAAAAAABJ4/WKmR4ixz0ZQ/s320/CIMG0328.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107441526473735170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i remember my first reaction was like 'OMG I DIDNT KNOW NOODLES CAME IN THAT SIZE'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RuFHAwiLvBI/AAAAAAAABKA/cjnfcVUj64A/s1600-h/CIMG0330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RuFHAwiLvBI/AAAAAAAABKA/cjnfcVUj64A/s320/CIMG0330.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107441530768702482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ray &amp; clifford&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RuFHBQiLvCI/AAAAAAAABKI/09pGMbBKdMk/s1600-h/CIMG0335.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RuFHBQiLvCI/AAAAAAAABKI/09pGMbBKdMk/s320/CIMG0335.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107441539358637090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;mau. "its gettin hot in here~ so take off all your clothes!' much to min2's trauma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RuFHBgiLvDI/AAAAAAAABKQ/8vf3HdRtPTg/s1600-h/CIMG0341.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RuFHBgiLvDI/AAAAAAAABKQ/8vf3HdRtPTg/s320/CIMG0341.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107441543653604402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;our last free dress day group pic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RuFHCAiLvEI/AAAAAAAABKY/mLLB3iHWShI/s1600-h/CIMG0362.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RuFHCAiLvEI/AAAAAAAABKY/mLLB3iHWShI/s320/CIMG0362.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107441552243539010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;josh and leo being gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SWITCHFOOT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RuFHtwiLvII/AAAAAAAABK4/l7u_TpdOgWU/s1600-h/CIMG0424s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RuFHtwiLvII/AAAAAAAABK4/l7u_TpdOgWU/s320/CIMG0424s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107442303862815874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you are the hope i have for change&lt;br /&gt;you are the only chance i'll take..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RuFHuQiLvJI/AAAAAAAABLA/tkOcXJAaf1E/s1600-h/CIMG0433s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RuFHuQiLvJI/AAAAAAAABLA/tkOcXJAaf1E/s320/CIMG0433s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107442312452750482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so this is the way. that i say i need you&lt;br /&gt;this is the way that i say i'm yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but everything inside you knows there's more than what you've heard&lt;br /&gt;there's so much more than empty conversation filled with empty words..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RuFJrwiLvLI/AAAAAAAABLQ/_Hw7HDe43uI/s1600-h/NISwallpaper1-1024_4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RuFJrwiLvLI/AAAAAAAABLQ/_Hw7HDe43uI/s320/NISwallpaper1-1024_4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107444468526333106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;maybe redemption has stories to tell&lt;br /&gt;maybe forgiveness is right where you fell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RuFHtAiLvGI/AAAAAAAABKo/R4xS5XsiKwU/s1600-h/CIMG0404s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RuFHtAiLvGI/AAAAAAAABKo/R4xS5XsiKwU/s320/CIMG0404s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107442290977913954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my voice is so dead.&lt;br /&gt;weds - i practiced my oral so many times, i almost lost my voice.&lt;br /&gt;thurs - i screamed myself hoarse at switchfoot.&lt;br /&gt;fri - sang for youth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no more talking for me till i recover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of which, every conceivable limb in my body feels like it's been abused so bad. i hobbled around in school today, wincing when my shoe rubbed against my blister. i was trampled on by a stampede of a crowd, shoved and trapped beneath armpits and elbows. good thing chris was behind to keep us together, or we would've been pushed somewhere else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone farted in the mosh. so unglam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i nearly died lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;switchfoot is awesome =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17259703-8173566349579394962?l=unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com/feeds/8173566349579394962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17259703&amp;postID=8173566349579394962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17259703/posts/default/8173566349579394962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17259703/posts/default/8173566349579394962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com/2007/09/free-dress-day-its-lucky-i-have-sister.html' title=''/><author><name>xinbean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01228343759968028750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1STYX3yYld0/SJA4SFHRIpI/AAAAAAAABxs/THBbouqcFP8/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RuFJrwiLvMI/AAAAAAAABLY/2BTNf6xaAo4/s72-c/freedress23.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17259703.post-654964636896931423</id><published>2007-09-04T23:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T23:08:12.212-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*YAWN*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was so tired today, i fell asleep behind my man for all seasons play book.&lt;br /&gt;today MELINA showed me the wonders of going to canteen in period 5 T_T&lt;br /&gt;the foods quite &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cheap &lt;/span&gt;*nods* i shall never go to canteen again before p5 =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;along comes zhen, who decided to buy a cupcake.&lt;br /&gt;when the indian man is busy getting change for her, she swipes an extra cupcake T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have such cheap asian friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then zhen went to the toilet, and melina stole zhen's stolen cupcake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is the world coming to?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we finished the course for spesh. two down, two to go. two more outcomes for the rest of my life, and it'll be the exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's kinda overwhelming.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17259703-654964636896931423?l=unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com/feeds/654964636896931423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17259703&amp;postID=654964636896931423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17259703/posts/default/654964636896931423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17259703/posts/default/654964636896931423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com/2007/09/yawn-i-was-so-tired-today-i-fell-asleep.html' title=''/><author><name>xinbean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01228343759968028750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1STYX3yYld0/SJA4SFHRIpI/AAAAAAAABxs/THBbouqcFP8/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17259703.post-7370261128070060572</id><published>2007-09-04T00:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T00:52:13.839-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ha..ha.&lt;br /&gt;i'm so sad.&lt;br /&gt;i'm practicing my chinese detailed study on my soft toys for eye contact.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17259703-7370261128070060572?l=unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com/feeds/7370261128070060572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17259703&amp;postID=7370261128070060572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17259703/posts/default/7370261128070060572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17259703/posts/default/7370261128070060572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com/2007/09/ha.html' title=''/><author><name>xinbean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01228343759968028750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1STYX3yYld0/SJA4SFHRIpI/AAAAAAAABxs/THBbouqcFP8/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17259703.post-1900798030582625437</id><published>2007-08-31T05:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T01:37:54.722-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RtgVkQiLumI/AAAAAAAABGo/aoDcUswXboQ/s1600-h/Image064+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RtgVkQiLumI/AAAAAAAABGo/aoDcUswXboQ/s320/Image064+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104853890282273378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry it had to come to this smelly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i think society should know we have such undesirable people running loose :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i forgot my ipod when i went to chinese, so i went back to my locker to get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to my horror, i found melina knelt in front of my locker in the midst of breaking into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;clutching a five dollar bill and biscuits that weren't hers! from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my &lt;/span&gt;stash!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tell me&lt;/span&gt; i have wonderful friends, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, having been busted and forced to return to $ "monies" as she would say, back, she turned on her feminine wiles and proceeded to extort a whole lasagne in the canteen from vikrum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, enough about smelly. went out for dinner tonight with some old guy who's my grandpa's bff homie in da hood ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he shouted us all dinner at templestowe hotel, some sort of buffet.&lt;br /&gt;there wasn't much to do, thank God michelle was there and at least i had someone to photowhore with. *examines fingernails and flutters eyelashes in an airy bimbotic manner*&lt;br /&gt;i knowwww i should have been studying, but it's a friday, and like. free food ?! lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meee and meeeshell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RtgVkgiLunI/AAAAAAAABGw/YPmK7bY2DYw/s1600-h/CIMG0222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RtgVkgiLunI/AAAAAAAABGw/YPmK7bY2DYw/s320/CIMG0222.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104853894577240690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;excessive amounts of food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RtgaDAiLuwI/AAAAAAAABH4/WKWAs1TXCiY/s1600-h/CIMG0194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RtgaDAiLuwI/AAAAAAAABH4/WKWAs1TXCiY/s320/CIMG0194.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104858816609762050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RtgY_QiLupI/AAAAAAAABHA/-PT3xyYeCaA/s1600-h/CIMG0145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RtgY_QiLupI/AAAAAAAABHA/-PT3xyYeCaA/s320/CIMG0145.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104857652673624722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i love calamari rings! did i mention, my mum bought a new deep fryer recently and i went nuts at safeway! i bought up like, their whole frozen food section.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's so terribly exciting, i can make my own chicken nuggets now :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i forgot there was desert, but when mich reminded me i abandoned my food. can't ignore the call of chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RtgY_giLurI/AAAAAAAABHQ/NXGPZHaW_ag/s1600-h/CIMG0165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RtgY_giLurI/AAAAAAAABHQ/NXGPZHaW_ag/s320/CIMG0165.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104857656968592050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i don't even know what half of these are, but they tasted gooood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RtgaDQiLuxI/AAAAAAAABIA/um3FyBQAXJo/s1600-h/CIMG0192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RtgaDQiLuxI/AAAAAAAABIA/um3FyBQAXJo/s320/CIMG0192.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104858820904729362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;pavlova, for someone whom i know loves it :P&lt;br /&gt;the younger kids went off to play, so yeah, this is us older bunch sitting around twiddling our thumbs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RtgY_wiLusI/AAAAAAAABHY/uiHIZ4E-LOc/s1600-h/CIMG0168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RtgY_wiLusI/AAAAAAAABHY/uiHIZ4E-LOc/s320/CIMG0168.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104857661263559362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;testing out my anti-shake function on the camera with nick and roddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RtgY_giLuqI/AAAAAAAABHI/wFK916xpJ80/s1600-h/CIMG0158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RtgY_giLuqI/AAAAAAAABHI/wFK916xpJ80/s320/CIMG0158.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104857656968592034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;when i scurried to get some strawberry icecream, i made friends with this little girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RtgaDAiLuvI/AAAAAAAABHw/EZzkGQT_Biw/s1600-h/CIMG0206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RtgaDAiLuvI/AAAAAAAABHw/EZzkGQT_Biw/s320/CIMG0206.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104858816609762034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;she was reaching for the ice cream same time as i was. hehe, being the kind soul i am, i did what anyone would do and &lt;strike&gt; pushed her and made her fall down and then took her ice cream &lt;/strike&gt; helped her scoop some ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RtgaCwiLuuI/AAAAAAAABHo/MwMaLs1NFrc/s1600-h/CIMG0155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RtgaCwiLuuI/AAAAAAAABHo/MwMaLs1NFrc/s320/CIMG0155.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104858812314794722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the rod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RtgaCgiLutI/AAAAAAAABHg/8_TSraorcoY/s1600-h/CIMG0171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RtgaCgiLutI/AAAAAAAABHg/8_TSraorcoY/s320/CIMG0171.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104858808019827410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"grahhh i can't belieeeeve she's taking photos of me. again. " poor maurice, the victim of my photo-taking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol, look at michelle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/Rtgb8AiLu0I/AAAAAAAABIY/xA7S0vI28Bw/s1600-h/CIMG0185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/Rtgb8AiLu0I/AAAAAAAABIY/xA7S0vI28Bw/s320/CIMG0185.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104860895373933378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;another photo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/Rtgb8QiLu1I/AAAAAAAABIg/Npw1KC6N27s/s1600-h/CIMG0183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/Rtgb8QiLu1I/AAAAAAAABIg/Npw1KC6N27s/s320/CIMG0183.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104860899668900690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;mich on a mission&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/Rtgb8AiLuzI/AAAAAAAABIQ/qokJsZ-rgzo/s1600-h/CIMG0187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/Rtgb8AiLuzI/AAAAAAAABIQ/qokJsZ-rgzo/s320/CIMG0187.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104860895373933362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RtgdQgiLu3I/AAAAAAAABIw/cilMdmBsEXg/s1600-h/CIMG0172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RtgdQgiLu3I/AAAAAAAABIw/cilMdmBsEXg/s320/CIMG0172.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104862347072879474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;sean looks really really stoned, but he's just tired. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RtgdQgiLu2I/AAAAAAAABIo/IFwQZD4LB8c/s1600-h/CIMG0179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RtgdQgiLu2I/AAAAAAAABIo/IFwQZD4LB8c/s320/CIMG0179.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104862347072879458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;nothing better to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and with that,&lt;br /&gt;i officially declare this weekend a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;study weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RtgY_AiLuoI/AAAAAAAABG4/q0rwJAOd3V0/s1600-h/CIMG0142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RtgY_AiLuoI/AAAAAAAABG4/q0rwJAOd3V0/s320/CIMG0142.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104857648378657410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;do i look the part, or what? :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17259703-1900798030582625437?l=unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com/feeds/1900798030582625437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17259703&amp;postID=1900798030582625437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17259703/posts/default/1900798030582625437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17259703/posts/default/1900798030582625437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com/2007/08/im-sorry-it-had-to-come-to-this-smelly.html' title=''/><author><name>xinbean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01228343759968028750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1STYX3yYld0/SJA4SFHRIpI/AAAAAAAABxs/THBbouqcFP8/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RtgVkQiLumI/AAAAAAAABGo/aoDcUswXboQ/s72-c/Image064+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17259703.post-575114452797576065</id><published>2007-08-29T17:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T17:24:47.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*rips hair out*&lt;br /&gt;i feel like crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg. as if i haven't put in enough effort for my detailed study already. chinese teacher says it's not good enough, chinese tutor nearly makes me cry when she tells me that i'm too impatient and not interested and it's my attitude blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would be patient, but i have a sac next week. i'm interested, but i'm more worried about getting it done. i'm frustrated, because i've tried and no one seems to see that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't seem to do anything right anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17259703-575114452797576065?l=unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com/feeds/575114452797576065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17259703&amp;postID=575114452797576065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17259703/posts/default/575114452797576065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17259703/posts/default/575114452797576065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com/2007/08/rips-hair-out-i-feel-like-crying.html' title=''/><author><name>xinbean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01228343759968028750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1STYX3yYld0/SJA4SFHRIpI/AAAAAAAABxs/THBbouqcFP8/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17259703.post-9018207434380133032</id><published>2007-08-24T19:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T01:38:00.275-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>carnival day post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all day long everyone was busy taking photos of our last ever carnival day. i think most of the teachers just gave up and let everyone camwhore their hearts out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;30 days of high school left all up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;oh.my.gawwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i was like Piper from charmed, where i just whip my hands out and freeze time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imagine how convenient it would be to have a power like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you feel the urge to pick your nose or something equally rude, like fart, in public, you freeze time, pick it or fart or whatever, and then unfreeze and go on doing whatever you were doing before.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;melina would probably just freeze time, eat everyone's food, and then unfreeze it and sit there smacking her lips smugly while everyone goes into a frenzy wondering where their food has gone -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the best part is, you don't lose time. you pick up where you left off!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would freeze time, and then raid all the lolly stores in the nearest vicinity, and oh, maybe those clothes stores as well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO MANY POSSIBILITIES!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate being a normal human :( *sulks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really &lt;/span&gt;need to get down to studying, but the trouble is everyone decided to cram all these tests and sacs in and so there's just no room for revision because we're all scrambling to keep up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhoo, here are some photos before i get carried away again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like this expression, it's very classic raymond :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/Rs-Q7wiLuAI/AAAAAAAABCA/8fcbEUux-vI/s1600-h/CIMG7283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/Rs-Q7wiLuAI/AAAAAAAABCA/8fcbEUux-vI/s320/CIMG7283.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102456259149019138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the chinese gang! our chinese class is so pathetically lacking in year 12s, we are the minority.&lt;br /&gt;jess, lili, magz, trace, me and gina. bena was really uncooperative taking photos that day so she wasn't in this one. :D&lt;br /&gt;the guys were the photo-takers, so they're missing too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/Rs-Q8AiLuBI/AAAAAAAABCI/tQn6ZR41ZGA/s1600-h/CIMG7296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/Rs-Q8AiLuBI/AAAAAAAABCI/tQn6ZR41ZGA/s320/CIMG7296.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102456263443986450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;in the common room..i realised min2 likes to pull goldfish faces haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/Rs-Q8giLuCI/AAAAAAAABCQ/Z6zKEhkaS2A/s1600-h/CIMG7299.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/Rs-Q8giLuCI/AAAAAAAABCQ/Z6zKEhkaS2A/s320/CIMG7299.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102456272033921058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;gina, trac, me, clam and mags. locker buddies! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/Rs-Q8wiLuDI/AAAAAAAABCY/98kdmaSAZ4w/s1600-h/CIMG7315.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/Rs-Q8wiLuDI/AAAAAAAABCY/98kdmaSAZ4w/s320/CIMG7315.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102456276328888370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;in english : i swear, we are so spoilt by mrs de petro. we had 3 cakes in english.&lt;br /&gt;THREE! ._.&lt;br /&gt;em, goli, gina and i.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/Rs-WbQiLuEI/AAAAAAAABCg/rTvie1iWhzY/s1600-h/CIMG7318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/Rs-WbQiLuEI/AAAAAAAABCg/rTvie1iWhzY/s320/CIMG7318.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102462297873037378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;finally, after passing the first 4 periods eating cake and taking pictures.. we got out at lunch! you can't really see the carnival day decorations here, but it was bright and sunny and really perfect weather, just my favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/Rs-WbwiLuFI/AAAAAAAABCo/lLcB3My1dpk/s1600-h/CIMG7324.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/Rs-WbwiLuFI/AAAAAAAABCo/lLcB3My1dpk/s320/CIMG7324.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102462306462971986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i couldn't find the rest of the girls, so i ambled around with these guys first, on a search for krispy kreme.&lt;br /&gt;i got so excited, i ran at some girl waving my arms in excitement and practically yelled in her face "WHERE DID YOU GET THE KRISPY KREMES?!!"&lt;br /&gt;she gave me an alarmed look and jabbed a finger towards the E wings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/Rs-WcAiLuGI/AAAAAAAABCw/S8xs9RRaurE/s1600-h/CIMG7326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/Rs-WcAiLuGI/AAAAAAAABCw/S8xs9RRaurE/s320/CIMG7326.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102462310757939298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;there were other distractions.. CHOCOLATE FOUNTAIN mmmm.. i almost wished i manning the stall, i would have put my whole face in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/Rs-WcwiLuHI/AAAAAAAABC4/cjR_xn8zkTA/s1600-h/CIMG7327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/Rs-WcwiLuHI/AAAAAAAABC4/cjR_xn8zkTA/s320/CIMG7327.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102462323642841202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/Rs-g3wiLujI/AAAAAAAABGQ/sxIdKUrwyW0/s1600-h/cday9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/Rs-g3wiLujI/AAAAAAAABGQ/sxIdKUrwyW0/s320/cday9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102473782615587378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;stolen off jan's.&lt;br /&gt;but obviously since doing that would have appeared a little psychotic, i settled for a stick of chocolate coated gooey marshmallow and strawberry goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/Rs-WdAiLuII/AAAAAAAABDA/9fTU1lCB-FU/s1600-h/CIMG7328.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/Rs-WdAiLuII/AAAAAAAABDA/9fTU1lCB-FU/s320/CIMG7328.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102462327937808514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg, how CUTE is mr. jin in this photo! he was so cute, waddling around with his little krispy kreme hat perched on top of his round head.. ahhh HE LOOKED LIKE A CUTE LIL EGG ^_^&lt;br /&gt;or humpty dumpty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/Rs-c8wiLuUI/AAAAAAAABEY/kiwt3yy_NKU/s1600-h/CIMG7329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/Rs-c8wiLuUI/AAAAAAAABEY/kiwt3yy_NKU/s320/CIMG7329.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102469470468421954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;emily happy biting into a krispy kreme. mmmmmmmmm~ they are man's second best food invention, after chocolate. i had so many sweet things that i felt a bit sick after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/Rs-dXgiLuVI/AAAAAAAABEg/8ePodOQ7tv8/s1600-h/CIMG7330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/Rs-dXgiLuVI/AAAAAAAABEg/8ePodOQ7tv8/s320/CIMG7330.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102469930029922642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;got tired of hanging around the guys after emily left, so i went off with tracy and gina instead. we decided to get our faces painted and took awhile to decide what to get painted on. tracy suggested getting moustaches so we made her go first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/Rs-dugiLuWI/AAAAAAAABEo/l0jXCov_0ok/s1600-h/CIMG7332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/Rs-dugiLuWI/AAAAAAAABEo/l0jXCov_0ok/s320/CIMG7332.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102470325166913890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i think that was a sideways look of apprehension. she looks like she was already regretting it. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/Rs-eDgiLuXI/AAAAAAAABEw/U-yq6q1piVg/s1600-h/CIMG7335.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/Rs-eDgiLuXI/AAAAAAAABEw/U-yq6q1piVg/s320/CIMG7335.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102470685944166770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;we are the mustachios! LOL it was really embarrassing, people started shooting us amused looks and i wanted to hide behind something. i spotted my sister, (omg, ULTIMATE humiliation) and turned around as quickly as i could, but tracy was really uncooperative and yelled 'XINNI YOU'RE SO SEXY'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn we look sleazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;janean looked at me and burst into a fit of giggles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sumo wrestling! i can't really tell whether this was clam and tina, or basilie and sarah.&lt;br /&gt;i should've gone sumo wrestling :(&lt;br /&gt;when josh asked me to sumo wrestle(i don't know if he was serious) i didn't know the suits were gonna be that cute, so i turned him down. :(  i wish i hadn't! it looked fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/Rs-ecwiLuYI/AAAAAAAABE4/gDiaIEsptfY/s1600-h/CIMG7336.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/Rs-ecwiLuYI/AAAAAAAABE4/gDiaIEsptfY/s320/CIMG7336.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102471119735863682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;clam was so tired after like two rounds, she just lay on the mat and stopped moving much to our amusement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/Rs-fTwiLuZI/AAAAAAAABFA/rbPPUBU0l_0/s1600-h/CIMG7338.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/Rs-fTwiLuZI/AAAAAAAABFA/rbPPUBU0l_0/s320/CIMG7338.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102472064628668818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;birthday girl basilieee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/Rs-fxAiLuaI/AAAAAAAABFI/1N7Wgqpw-cI/s1600-h/CIMG7344.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/Rs-fxAiLuaI/AAAAAAAABFI/1N7Wgqpw-cI/s320/CIMG7344.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102472567139842466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;later on the jumping castle..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/Rs-fxQiLubI/AAAAAAAABFQ/5--Px7CZ6tk/s1600-h/CIMG7346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/Rs-fxQiLubI/AAAAAAAABFQ/5--Px7CZ6tk/s320/CIMG7346.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102472571434809778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;we had to beg and plead with the SRC people for soooo long just to jump for like, 2 minutes after the bell went, even though we had a spare. *sniff* so tight.&lt;br /&gt;priscilla: pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease john pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaseeeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;john: no.&lt;br /&gt;priscilla: :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol gloria got so desperate, she started jumping up and down on the ground and pretended it was her very own jumping castle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;melina and i sidled away from her as fast as we could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/Rs-fxgiLucI/AAAAAAAABFY/qUYKQv5RvM0/s1600-h/CIMG7348.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/Rs-fxgiLucI/AAAAAAAABFY/qUYKQv5RvM0/s320/CIMG7348.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102472575729777090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;wow, the moustache really shows up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after we got kicked out from the jumping castle, there was nothing left to do but photowhore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/Rs-h_giLukI/AAAAAAAABGY/4PmkcpUaWs8/s1600-h/CIMG7350.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/Rs-h_giLukI/AAAAAAAABGY/4PmkcpUaWs8/s320/CIMG7350.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102475015271201346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;laura~ i love the krispy kreme hat so much, that i stole it off tsun kit. melina got really frustrated coz it kept getting in the way of all our photos, so she ripped it off and hurled it at the ground much to tsun kit's indignation :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/Rs-giQiLueI/AAAAAAAABFo/kv2kSTt_i4M/s1600-h/CIMG7352.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/Rs-giQiLueI/AAAAAAAABFo/kv2kSTt_i4M/s320/CIMG7352.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102473413248399842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i missed =( my arm's abit short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/Rs-gjAiLugI/AAAAAAAABF4/mhu1HfTWQT4/s1600-h/CIMG7361.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/Rs-gjAiLugI/AAAAAAAABF4/mhu1HfTWQT4/s320/CIMG7361.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102473426133301762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this is meant to be a 3 years later photo of the original we took in year 10, but i've burnt that to a cd..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/Rs-giwiLufI/AAAAAAAABFw/DTkfGuFbWiE/s1600-h/CIMG7358.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/Rs-giwiLufI/AAAAAAAABFw/DTkfGuFbWiE/s320/CIMG7358.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102473421838334450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;bumming in the study room later..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/Rs-gjQiLuhI/AAAAAAAABGA/MPMsaiQzI-M/s1600-h/CIMG7366.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/Rs-gjQiLuhI/AAAAAAAABGA/MPMsaiQzI-M/s320/CIMG7366.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102473430428269074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i smirk at all you green-jumpered people, who don't graduate till next year.&lt;br /&gt;there there, one whole year left of school isn't all that bad!&lt;br /&gt;it's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;only&lt;/span&gt; 365 days..&lt;br /&gt;54 weeks..&lt;br /&gt;of looooong, drawn out hours of school.. boring assemblies.. ^_* (haha, i'm asking for it aren't i).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(speaking of which.. i still can't tell the difference between mr. nichols and mr. armstrong.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/Rs-Q7giLt_I/AAAAAAAABB4/MckWCoqkhrE/s1600-h/CIMG7370.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/Rs-Q7giLt_I/AAAAAAAABB4/MckWCoqkhrE/s320/CIMG7370.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102456254854051826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;anywayyy, that's the end of the photos. gloria as usual has promised to send photos, but she hasn't.. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/Rs-Q7giLt_I/AAAAAAAABB4/MckWCoqkhrE/s1600-h/CIMG7370.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17259703-9018207434380133032?l=unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com/feeds/9018207434380133032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17259703&amp;postID=9018207434380133032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17259703/posts/default/9018207434380133032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17259703/posts/default/9018207434380133032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com/2007/08/carnival-day-post.html' title=''/><author><name>xinbean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01228343759968028750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1STYX3yYld0/SJA4SFHRIpI/AAAAAAAABxs/THBbouqcFP8/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/Rs-Q7wiLuAI/AAAAAAAABCA/8fcbEUux-vI/s72-c/CIMG7283.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17259703.post-7729044750863751178</id><published>2007-08-18T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T01:38:05.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's august.. 2 months away from VCE.&lt;br /&gt;what have i been up to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;studying? (i wish.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's what i've been doing.&lt;br /&gt;first up, another example of what VCE stress does to sane, albeit slightly weird, 17 or 18 year olds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;they dance around the corridors..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RscLuAiLtqI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/_FLEy0RcwZw/s1600-h/Image070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RscLuAiLtqI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/_FLEy0RcwZw/s320/Image070.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100057988065638050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;engage in daily lunchtime poker sessions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RscKbwiLtiI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/4MX0UAdqITA/s1600-h/Image048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RscKbwiLtiI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/4MX0UAdqITA/s320/Image048.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100056575021397538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;for those who don't play poker..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RscKbwiLtjI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/vAp43tYtwFk/s1600-h/Image050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RscKbwiLtjI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/vAp43tYtwFk/s320/Image050.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100056575021397554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;we whip out our camera phones and start camwhoring. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other weird things include drawing random pictures..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RscLtQiLtnI/AAAAAAAAA-4/kWSMTxGjkPA/s1600-h/Image065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RscLtQiLtnI/AAAAAAAAA-4/kWSMTxGjkPA/s320/Image065.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100057975180736114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;that, my friends, is a cartoon of me bursting into gloria's cousin arnold in the toilet T_T a couple of months ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think till today her cousin is still terrified of me and can't look me in the face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even though i didn't see anything :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more random drawing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RscKbgiLthI/AAAAAAAAA-I/LfTaqtLDyRg/s1600-h/Image047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RscKbgiLthI/AAAAAAAAA-I/LfTaqtLDyRg/s320/Image047.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100056570726430226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;melina drew me, mesmerized by a chocolate bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i digress, back to the topic of weird year 12's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stress makes them sit on imaginary chairs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RscLtAiLtmI/AAAAAAAAA-w/sbRbVQrefVY/s1600-h/Image063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RscLtAiLtmI/AAAAAAAAA-w/sbRbVQrefVY/s320/Image063.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100057970885768802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;started a fad, then &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;everyone &lt;/span&gt;wanted to try and sit on an imaginary chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RscKcQiLtlI/AAAAAAAAA-o/aNgg4kVs-zg/s1600-h/Image061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RscKcQiLtlI/AAAAAAAAA-o/aNgg4kVs-zg/s320/Image061.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100056583611332178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i opened my locker one day, and a balloon bounced out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RscLtgiLtoI/AAAAAAAAA_A/78WHLqK3ww8/s1600-h/Image067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RscLtgiLtoI/AAAAAAAAA_A/78WHLqK3ww8/s320/Image067.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100057979475703426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i still dunno who put it in my locker, but it's pretty darn cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RscLtgiLtpI/AAAAAAAAA_I/zdJkV7bdwoY/s1600-h/Image068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RscLtgiLtpI/AAAAAAAAA_I/zdJkV7bdwoY/s320/Image068.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100057979475703442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i decided i'm gonna name him &lt;strike&gt; charles &lt;/strike&gt; humphrey.. no lol. :D i duno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as a testament to what i get up to when i'm stressed..&lt;br /&gt;d'you reckon i look stressed out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RscO_AiLtsI/AAAAAAAAA_g/-8mPs-fJ9Vo/s1600-h/Image072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RscO_AiLtsI/AAAAAAAAA_g/-8mPs-fJ9Vo/s320/Image072.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100061578658297538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RscLtgiLtoI/AAAAAAAAA_A/78WHLqK3ww8/s1600-h/Image067.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;nah.. it's not stress, i just tried to wedge myself into the lockers outside the library, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just to see if i could fit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wedged myself a bit too far in T_T and got stuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RscO-giLtrI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/GSi8ISYdCUI/s1600-h/Image071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RscO-giLtrI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/GSi8ISYdCUI/s320/Image071.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100061570068362930" border="0" /&gt;this  is before i got stuck, happily wiggling further into the locker. maggie had to rescue  me later.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn i make such a retard of myself :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also realized that lately i've been eating alot of sinful food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chocolate cherry jubilee at pancake parlour..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RscJfwiLtgI/AAAAAAAAA-A/_NTnyZh4HXw/s1600-h/SNV31886.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RscJfwiLtgI/AAAAAAAAA-A/_NTnyZh4HXw/s320/SNV31886.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100055544229246466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;brunetti's cake..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RscKcAiLtkI/AAAAAAAAA-g/bJ3gDithRNc/s1600-h/Image059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RscKcAiLtkI/AAAAAAAAA-g/bJ3gDithRNc/s320/Image059.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100056579316364866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(i can't help the fact that uni is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so &lt;/span&gt;close to lygon street, and brunetti's is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;on &lt;/span&gt;lygon street.. and they do happen to have the most delectable display of cakes in many glass tiles.. T_T oh, it's a sight to behold..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sarah's birthday dinner at Hard Rock Cafe on bourke st.&lt;br /&gt;basilie and i shared ribs/chicken, coz we couldn't decide which one would be better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RscO_giLtuI/AAAAAAAAA_w/rm3ApZuIDrw/s1600-h/CIMG7217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RscO_giLtuI/AAAAAAAAA_w/rm3ApZuIDrw/s320/CIMG7217.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100061587248232162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RsmG8giLtyI/AAAAAAAABAQ/CB8Uf3_y1NA/s1600-h/CIMG7213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RsmG8giLtyI/AAAAAAAABAQ/CB8Uf3_y1NA/s320/CIMG7213.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100756427057379106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;nachos.. i luuuuuuuuuuuuuuurve nachos ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and just the other night, before the school play, zhen and i had dinner at Wagamama in the city. it's a fusion jap restaurant up in QV, opposite max brenner's. they went for a sorta contemporary approach, lots of space and glass windows, high ceilings. i give them points for the ambience but the food was.. well. i think they were abit over-enthusiastic with the contemporary approach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;katsu something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RscO_QiLttI/AAAAAAAAA_o/YkMNfXFyFzs/s1600-h/CIMG7175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RscO_QiLttI/AAAAAAAAA_o/YkMNfXFyFzs/s320/CIMG7175.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100061582953264850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i really just picked whatever i thought would be quickest, coz we were rushing. the rice was standard, the pork was .. overly cripsy and nowhere near succulent enough =( basically, it was sorta dry. and the curry wasn't very generous, as you can tell, so i was basically shovelling dry pork and rice down. meh. i wouldn't recommend it again, melbourne has SO many other better places..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RsmG9AiLtzI/AAAAAAAABAY/v446aBXAx34/s1600-h/CIMG7214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RsmG9AiLtzI/AAAAAAAABAY/v446aBXAx34/s320/CIMG7214.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100756435647313714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this is sarah. it was her 18th not too long ago.. and she just got her braces off :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RsmG9QiLt0I/AAAAAAAABAg/xQWAeF6jZlQ/s1600-h/CIMG7254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RsmG9QiLt0I/AAAAAAAABAg/xQWAeF6jZlQ/s320/CIMG7254.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100756439942281026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;oh it's disgraceful how bad i look.. but this wasn't the worst of the photos.&lt;br /&gt;too many cameras, too big a group, nobody knows where to look and everyone gets tired of smiling and ends up blinking with a rather forced grin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RsmKCQiLt1I/AAAAAAAABAo/BkhAssXN49g/s1600-h/CIMG7242edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RsmKCQiLt1I/AAAAAAAABAo/BkhAssXN49g/s320/CIMG7242edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100759824376510290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;:( of all the cameras, i chose to shut my eyes when MY camera was used. darn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and before going to sarah's 18th.. i was at youth alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RscO_wiLtvI/AAAAAAAAA_4/HewIN_jWHqs/s1600-h/CIMG7202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RscO_wiLtvI/AAAAAAAAA_4/HewIN_jWHqs/s320/CIMG7202.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100061591543199474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;it was loud.&lt;br /&gt;i left early.&lt;br /&gt;and i think i'm outgrowing it, like i felt abit over it.&lt;br /&gt;but i heard the message was good, and i missed that -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/k7hnQKBHGiU"&gt;  &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/k7hnQKBHGiU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;  &lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;antiskeptic playing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZaJ1nUBtqFA"&gt; &lt;/param&gt; &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZaJ1nUBtqFA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;  &lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dancers, at which point i began feeling really old coz i was like.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so &lt;/span&gt;over this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RsmG8QiLtxI/AAAAAAAABAI/oAbGI11r_tg/s1600-h/CIMG7194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RsmG8QiLtxI/AAAAAAAABAI/oAbGI11r_tg/s320/CIMG7194.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100756422762411794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;many MANY people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random pics from pancake parlour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RscJfgiLtfI/AAAAAAAAA94/tukljp2CJsc/s1600-h/SNV31880.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RscJfgiLtfI/AAAAAAAAA94/tukljp2CJsc/s320/SNV31880.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100055539934279154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HAHA i don't know what maurice is doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and zuning won really quickly and got bored T_T&lt;br /&gt;zuning : if u breathe on the card, it'll stick on ur face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RscJewiLtdI/AAAAAAAAA9o/tZ5Z_3Swuzw/s1600-h/SNV31902.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RscJewiLtdI/AAAAAAAAA9o/tZ5Z_3Swuzw/s320/SNV31902.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100055527049377234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;i stood in front of this and giggled for a full two minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RscJeAiLtcI/AAAAAAAAA9g/tivlbj_7gIA/s1600-h/SNV31921.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RscJeAiLtcI/AAAAAAAAA9g/tivlbj_7gIA/s320/SNV31921.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100055514164475330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RscJewiLteI/AAAAAAAAA9w/sPRdIh592ZQ/s1600-h/SNV31883edsmall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RscJewiLteI/AAAAAAAAA9w/sPRdIh592ZQ/s320/SNV31883edsmall.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100055527049377250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RscJeAiLtcI/AAAAAAAAA9g/tivlbj_7gIA/s1600-h/SNV31921.JPG"&gt;zhen and i&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i've also been looking at a new camera..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RsmLTQiLt4I/AAAAAAAABBA/Kef5QBZer80/s1600-h/00287_sony_cybershot_dsct10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RsmLTQiLt4I/AAAAAAAABBA/Kef5QBZer80/s320/00287_sony_cybershot_dsct10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100761215945914242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this is the one i was eyeing..!sexy, aint it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, unbeknownst to me.. gloria happened to be eyeing the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;exact same camera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;lol this ALWAYS happens when we shop together..&lt;br /&gt;we reach for the same pair of boots and find out that the other person whos hand is on the other side of the shoe is each other.&lt;br /&gt;and we announce that we're looking at new cameras and discover that we're looking at the same one.&lt;br /&gt;she's already got hers.&lt;br /&gt;i was gonna get one too, but my dad called me today and said that the shop guy recommended another camera.&lt;br /&gt;my first question : IS IT PINK?!!&lt;br /&gt;i know, i am so shallow and trivial is disgraceful :(&lt;br /&gt;i looked it up, it looks pretty sick :D just as sexy as the other one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RsmNYgiLt5I/AAAAAAAABBI/sIPrNsjClQ0/s1600-h/CAMERA.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RsmNYgiLt5I/AAAAAAAABBI/sIPrNsjClQ0/s320/CAMERA.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100763505163483026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RsmLTQiLt3I/AAAAAAAABA4/wd1fchBLWyQ/s1600-h/CAMERA2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RsmLTQiLt3I/AAAAAAAABA4/wd1fchBLWyQ/s320/CAMERA2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100761215945914226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;right.. um.. other than that, i also went to the melb uni open day. it was crap.&lt;br /&gt;i walked around for ages trying to find free balloons but i couldn't find anything.&lt;br /&gt;melina walked around scabbing all the free stuff she could get T_T INCLUDING ROSES FROM OFF THE GROUND I HEAR ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sad, melina, sad. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i got out of melbourne uni open day is that i decided i wanna do a concurrent diploma of a language during my degree, only i don't quite know what yet.&lt;br /&gt;i didn't even find the free balloons :(&lt;br /&gt;so i'm still one confused person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pris and basilie bought me into the anatomy room in melb uni. i swear, i didn't know my stomach was acrobatic till before that. it was doing cartwheels and i began to feel the overwhelming urge to gag. pris however, just got really excited talking about a smoke-damaged, tar-blackened lung T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i watched die hard 4.0 after that. bruce willis is an awesome actor. i loved the lines, i loved the action, and i even liked the predictability no-brainness of it, which was actually really satisfying. i think i was just in the mood to watch things explode and people die, coz .. i duno, year 12 makes me crave blood =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CARNIVAL DAY coming up on weds, gonna take lots of photos for the last time with my old camera.. bring my trekkies and jump on the jumping castle EEK ;D and stuff myself silly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love carnival day :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;before i leave, i found another switchfoot song that i've fallen in love with. the lyric's made me cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;pre&gt;Do you remember when&lt;br /&gt;You were way back then&lt;br /&gt;You held the world inside your hands&lt;br /&gt;When you told me love&lt;br /&gt;Was the strongest stuff&lt;br /&gt;Your strength was innocence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, oh man&lt;br /&gt;The signs of the times are omens&lt;br /&gt;You're starting the day in&lt;br /&gt;No man's land again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who are you gonna be?&lt;br /&gt;When you're on your knees, who do you believe? (oh, oh, oh)&lt;br /&gt;Fear is a lonely man&lt;br /&gt;You've been given innocence&lt;br /&gt;You've been given innocence again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should know by now&lt;br /&gt;That your darkest hour&lt;br /&gt;Is when your broken heart goes down&lt;br /&gt;It's a bitter end&lt;br /&gt;When the sweet begins&lt;br /&gt;Grace is sufficiency&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, oh dear, we'll never deserve it&lt;br /&gt;No dear, we never could earn it&lt;br /&gt;Now, here the choice is yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grace is high and low (3x)&lt;br /&gt;We'll never be the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, oh, oh...&lt;br /&gt;You've been given innocence, innocence, innocence.&lt;br /&gt;Who are you gonna be...&lt;br /&gt;You've been given innocence.&lt;/pre&gt;music these days suck, but i love this song. pulled at my heartstrings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17259703-7729044750863751178?l=unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com/feeds/7729044750863751178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17259703&amp;postID=7729044750863751178' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17259703/posts/default/7729044750863751178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17259703/posts/default/7729044750863751178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com/2007/08/its-august.html' title=''/><author><name>xinbean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01228343759968028750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1STYX3yYld0/SJA4SFHRIpI/AAAAAAAABxs/THBbouqcFP8/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RscLuAiLtqI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/_FLEy0RcwZw/s72-c/Image070.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17259703.post-8868549461717044958</id><published>2007-08-09T04:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T04:55:29.768-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>happy birthday singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is me and janeans tribute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xinni says (9:38 PM):&lt;br /&gt;let us sing th enational day anthem -_-&lt;br /&gt;j a n e a n  ♥   »   http://shuuemura.blogspot.com/ says (9:38 PM):&lt;br /&gt;ok&lt;br /&gt;j a n e a n  ♥   »   http://shuuemura.blogspot.com/ says (9:38 PM):&lt;br /&gt;marikita ya&lt;br /&gt;j a n e a n  ♥   »   http://shuuemura.blogspot.com/ says (9:39 PM):&lt;br /&gt;ya.. singaura sa&lt;br /&gt;j a n e a n  ♥   »   http://shuuemura.blogspot.com/ says (9:39 PM):&lt;br /&gt;masa masa muju -_-&lt;br /&gt;xinni says (9:39 PM):&lt;br /&gt;sama sama menujuuu&lt;br /&gt;j a n e a n  ♥   »   http://shuuemura.blogspot.com/ says (9:39 PM):&lt;br /&gt;BAHHAGIYAH&lt;br /&gt;xinni says (9:39 PM):&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;xinni says (9:39 PM):&lt;br /&gt;BAHAGIYAAAAH&lt;br /&gt;j a n e a n  ♥   »   http://shuuemura.blogspot.com/ says (9:39 PM):&lt;br /&gt;MULIA&lt;br /&gt;xinni says (9:39 PM):&lt;br /&gt;CIT CITA&lt;br /&gt;j a n e a n  ♥   »   http://shuuemura.blogspot.com/ says (9:39 PM):&lt;br /&gt;BERSAYA&lt;br /&gt;xinni says (9:39 PM):&lt;br /&gt;YANG MULIAAA&lt;br /&gt;j a n e a n  ♥   »   http://shuuemura.blogspot.com/ says (9:39 PM):&lt;br /&gt;SINGAPURA&lt;br /&gt;xinni says (9:39 PM):&lt;br /&gt;SINGAPURA&lt;br /&gt;xinni says (9:39 PM):&lt;br /&gt;MAJULAAAH&lt;br /&gt;j a n e a n  ♥   »   http://shuuemura.blogspot.com/ says (9:39 PM):&lt;br /&gt;MARIYAKITA BESADU&lt;br /&gt;xinni says (9:39 PM):&lt;br /&gt;SINGAPURAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;j a n e a n  ♥   »   http://shuuemura.blogspot.com/ says (9:39 PM):&lt;br /&gt;sama sama something YAMBARU&lt;br /&gt;xinni says (9:39 PM):&lt;br /&gt;wtf! mariyakita besdau?&lt;br /&gt;j a n e a n  ♥   »   http://shuuemura.blogspot.com/ says (9:39 PM):&lt;br /&gt;yeh&lt;br /&gt;xinni says (9:40 PM):&lt;br /&gt;OH&lt;br /&gt;xinni says (9:40 PM):&lt;br /&gt;its&lt;br /&gt;xinni says (9:40 PM):&lt;br /&gt;MARILAAAA KITA BERSARUUUU&lt;br /&gt;j a n e a n  ♥   »   http://shuuemura.blogspot.com/ says (9:40 PM):&lt;br /&gt;tahts it&lt;br /&gt;xinni says (9:40 PM):&lt;br /&gt;DEMANG SAMANG AN YANG BAURRRRRUUU&lt;br /&gt;j a n e a n  ♥   »   http://shuuemura.blogspot.com/ says (9:40 PM):&lt;br /&gt;MAHJULAH&lt;br /&gt;j a n e a n  ♥   »   http://shuuemura.blogspot.com/ says (9:40 PM):&lt;br /&gt;SINGAPURAAA&lt;br /&gt;j a n e a n  ♥   »   http://shuuemura.blogspot.com/ says (9:40 PM):&lt;br /&gt;MAHJULA&lt;br /&gt;j a n e a n  ♥   »   http://shuuemura.blogspot.com/ says (9:40 PM):&lt;br /&gt;SIN&lt;br /&gt;j a n e a n  ♥   »   http://shuuemura.blogspot.com/ says (9:40 PM):&lt;br /&gt;GA&lt;br /&gt;xinni says (9:40 PM):&lt;br /&gt;BERJAYAAAA&lt;br /&gt;j a n e a n  ♥   »   http://shuuemura.blogspot.com/ says (9:40 PM):&lt;br /&gt;PU&lt;br /&gt;xinni says (9:40 PM):&lt;br /&gt;SINGAPURAAAAAAA&lt;br /&gt;j a n e a n  ♥   »   http://shuuemura.blogspot.com/ says (9:40 PM):&lt;br /&gt;RAAAAAHHHH&lt;br /&gt;xinni says (9:40 PM):&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;xinni says (9:40 PM):&lt;br /&gt;HAHA IM GONNA BLOG THIS&lt;br /&gt;j a n e a n  ♥   »   http://shuuemura.blogspot.com/ says (9:40 PM):&lt;br /&gt;now lets go the pledge&lt;br /&gt;j a n e a n  ♥   »   http://shuuemura.blogspot.com/ says (9:40 PM):&lt;br /&gt;T_T&lt;br /&gt;j a n e a n  ♥   »   http://shuuemura.blogspot.com/ says (9:41 PM):&lt;br /&gt;oh dear&lt;br /&gt;j a n e a n  ♥   »   http://shuuemura.blogspot.com/ says (9:41 PM):&lt;br /&gt;but my lyrics are so wrong&lt;br /&gt;xinni says (9:41 PM):&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;xinni says (9:41 PM):&lt;br /&gt;how does the pledge go?&lt;br /&gt;xinni says (9:41 PM):&lt;br /&gt;oh OH!&lt;br /&gt;xinni says (9:41 PM):&lt;br /&gt;WE\&lt;br /&gt;xinni says (9:41 PM):&lt;br /&gt;THE&lt;br /&gt;xinni says (9:41 PM):&lt;br /&gt;CITIZENS OF SINGAPORE&lt;br /&gt;j a n e a n  ♥   »   http://shuuemura.blogspot.com/ says (9:41 PM):&lt;br /&gt;*fist to heart* we the citizens of singapore&lt;br /&gt;xinni says (9:42 PM):&lt;br /&gt;then?&lt;br /&gt;j a n e a n  ♥   »   http://shuuemura.blogspot.com/ says (9:42 PM):&lt;br /&gt;pledge ourselves as one united antion&lt;br /&gt;xinni says (9:42 PM):&lt;br /&gt;nono&lt;br /&gt;j a n e a n  ♥   »   http://shuuemura.blogspot.com/ says (9:42 PM):&lt;br /&gt;regardless of  race&lt;br /&gt;xinni says (9:42 PM):&lt;br /&gt;one united people&lt;br /&gt;xinni says (9:42 PM):&lt;br /&gt;language or religion&lt;br /&gt;j a n e a n  ♥   »   http://shuuemura.blogspot.com/ says (9:42 PM):&lt;br /&gt;language or tradition&lt;br /&gt;xinni says (9:42 PM):&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;j a n e a n  ♥   »   http://shuuemura.blogspot.com/ says (9:42 PM):&lt;br /&gt;er no&lt;br /&gt;xinni says (9:42 PM):&lt;br /&gt;LOL yes.&lt;br /&gt;xinni says (9:42 PM):&lt;br /&gt;RELIGION&lt;br /&gt;xinni says (9:42 PM):&lt;br /&gt;not tradition&lt;br /&gt;j a n e a n  ♥   »   http://shuuemura.blogspot.com/ says (9:42 PM):&lt;br /&gt;whatever&lt;br /&gt;xinni says (9:42 PM):&lt;br /&gt;to build a democratic society&lt;br /&gt;xinni says (9:42 PM):&lt;br /&gt;free from&lt;br /&gt;j a n e a n  ♥   »   http://shuuemura.blogspot.com/ says (9:42 PM):&lt;br /&gt;er&lt;br /&gt;xinni says (9:42 PM):&lt;br /&gt;chewing gum and littering&lt;br /&gt;j a n e a n  ♥   »   http://shuuemura.blogspot.com/ says (9:42 PM):&lt;br /&gt;something&lt;br /&gt;j a n e a n  ♥   »   http://shuuemura.blogspot.com/ says (9:42 PM):&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;xinni says (9:43 PM):&lt;br /&gt;what is it&lt;br /&gt;xinni says (9:43 PM):&lt;br /&gt;._.&lt;br /&gt;j a n e a n  ♥   »   http://shuuemura.blogspot.com/ says (9:43 PM):&lt;br /&gt;MAHULA SINGAPURAH&lt;br /&gt;j a n e a n  ♥   »   http://shuuemura.blogspot.com/ says (9:43 PM):&lt;br /&gt;lets sing some typical national day song&lt;br /&gt;j a n e a n  ♥   »   http://shuuemura.blogspot.com/ says (9:43 PM):&lt;br /&gt;LETS GO DOWN TO THE RIVERSIDE FOR AN UNFORGETTABLE SIGHT&lt;br /&gt;j a n e a n  ♥   »   http://shuuemura.blogspot.com/ says (9:43 PM):&lt;br /&gt;TO SEE THE SUNRISE&lt;br /&gt;j a n e a n  ♥   »   http://shuuemura.blogspot.com/ says (9:44 PM):&lt;br /&gt;SOMETHING&lt;br /&gt;xinni says (9:44 PM):&lt;br /&gt;? whats that?&lt;br /&gt;j a n e a n  ♥   »   http://shuuemura.blogspot.com/ says (9:44 PM):&lt;br /&gt;FOR U AND I&lt;br /&gt;xinni says (9:44 PM):&lt;br /&gt;i know&lt;br /&gt;j a n e a n  ♥   »   http://shuuemura.blogspot.com/ says (9:44 PM):&lt;br /&gt;SINGAPORE SINGAPORE&lt;br /&gt;xinni says (9:44 PM):&lt;br /&gt;WE ARE LIONS&lt;br /&gt;xinni says (9:44 PM):&lt;br /&gt;ROAR&lt;br /&gt;xinni says (9:44 PM):&lt;br /&gt;or something like that&lt;br /&gt;xinni says (9:44 PM):&lt;br /&gt;._.&lt;br /&gt;j a n e a n  ♥   »   http://shuuemura.blogspot.com/ says (9:44 PM):&lt;br /&gt;er no&lt;br /&gt;j a n e a n  ♥   »   http://shuuemura.blogspot.com/ says (9:44 PM):&lt;br /&gt;i dont know that one&lt;br /&gt;xinni says (9:44 PM):&lt;br /&gt;oh oh wait its WE ARE SINGAPORE&lt;br /&gt;xinni says (9:44 PM):&lt;br /&gt;WE ARE SINGAPORE&lt;br /&gt;xinni says (9:44 PM):&lt;br /&gt;WE WILL STAND TOGETHER HEAR THE LION ROAR&lt;br /&gt;j a n e a n  ♥   »   http://shuuemura.blogspot.com/ says (9:44 PM):&lt;br /&gt;oh yeh&lt;br /&gt;j a n e a n  ♥   »   http://shuuemura.blogspot.com/ says (9:44 PM):&lt;br /&gt;i know that one&lt;br /&gt;xinni says (9:44 PM):&lt;br /&gt;even though i bet hafl the singaporeans have no clue what a lion roar sounds like&lt;br /&gt;xinni says (9:44 PM):&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;xinni says (9:44 PM):&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;j a n e a n  ♥   »   http://shuuemura.blogspot.com/ says (9:45 PM):&lt;br /&gt;tsk -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol, this is awful&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17259703-8868549461717044958?l=unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com/feeds/8868549461717044958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17259703&amp;postID=8868549461717044958' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17259703/posts/default/8868549461717044958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17259703/posts/default/8868549461717044958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com/2007/08/happy-birthday-singapore.html' title=''/><author><name>xinbean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01228343759968028750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1STYX3yYld0/SJA4SFHRIpI/AAAAAAAABxs/THBbouqcFP8/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17259703.post-8344655978431012785</id><published>2007-08-09T02:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T02:45:15.651-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>T_T i'm about to flop over and die of exhaustion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was a really full on day. woke up at normal school time for chinese tuition. finally, after so many weeks of holding a grudge at me, i don't think my chinese tutor's that angry with me anymore. we went through only one of the three essays that i managed to churn out, one a night for the past three nights. each one took me hours, and by the time i finished my eyes were crossing. at least they're out of the way, and between the tutor and i we've prepared the questions for the first aspect of my detailed study. hooray (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at lunchtime we were playing cheat. it was gonna be my turn, and i had no card to put down, and obviously i was gonna lie, but i'm such a bad conscious liar that when i was about to put my card down i knocked over a can of coke on the cards -.- damnit lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uni is the biggest waste of time for me. my 1 hour research participation turned out to be 5 mins long, and i ended up going to a tute earlier than my normal one with a friend from my last tutorial. the tutor today was one of those crazy people who smile all the time. my friend muttered disaparagingly 'crazy. smile for 2 hours' lol anyway, that meant i had an hour to kill before the lecture. dragged my friend to the union house to buy (guess what.?) chocolate and went to the bailieu library. plonked up and down the stairs many times in vain to find &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the principles of writing in psychology&lt;/span&gt; by one mr. T R Smythe.&lt;br /&gt;i gave up and went downstairs to plead with the information desk woman, who happened to roll her eyes at me and tell me in her rolley indian accent to check the returns room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i finally found someone to help me, thank God. i didn't get the book, but at least it's on hold. tralala, still had time to kill so i found myself at the uni bookshop. bookworms will always be bookworms.. i managed to cheat-read jodi picoult's tenth circle and I FOUND THE NEW TAMORA PIERCE BOOK!! hurray! *runs around gleefully* i bought it :p that says alot, considering i hate spending money on books when i can borrow them from the library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bumped into people i know on my way to the lecture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up today with the realization that i should take things a day at a time. carrying over worries from the day before only darkens today. and so i'm just gonna do things one day at a time..take a deep breath. and enjoy school. and when the time comes that i shld have to make a few choices, i'm sure i would know what they should be by then.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17259703-8344655978431012785?l=unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com/feeds/8344655978431012785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17259703&amp;postID=8344655978431012785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17259703/posts/default/8344655978431012785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17259703/posts/default/8344655978431012785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com/2007/08/tt-im-about-to-flop-over-and-die-of.html' title=''/><author><name>xinbean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01228343759968028750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1STYX3yYld0/SJA4SFHRIpI/AAAAAAAABxs/THBbouqcFP8/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17259703.post-225404926747201889</id><published>2007-08-07T02:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T02:38:22.579-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>trudged to school today.&lt;br /&gt;trudged to methods, whining in my most reluctant voice 'but i dont wannaaaaa go to methods!!'&lt;br /&gt;trudged to chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i seem to be doing alot of trudging around lately. and it's only because school and studying has lost all sense of meaning. each day is part of a cycle that goes on and on, a perpetual routine that i'm trapped in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't i make it sound exciting. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha i was reading a blog today, and someone posted in that they do kegel exercises while they're in sitting in church. MUAHAH. imagine listening to the preacher and just clenching and unclenching your pelvic muscles with a perfectly bland and holy expression pasted on your face. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of kegel exercises.. i had this conversation during math today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pris: i'm gonna hold it till i get home!&lt;br /&gt;me: o___O!! omg strong bladder&lt;br /&gt;pris: yeah i do those whats it called.. (i'm pretty sure she was joking)&lt;br /&gt;me: pelvic exercises?&lt;br /&gt;pris: *HAHAHAH*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that did it, i just &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;had &lt;/span&gt;to accuse her.&lt;br /&gt;me: -.- i bet you're doing them right now arent you. ARENT YOU!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kegel exercises are (from wikipedia)&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;b&gt;Kegel exercise&lt;/b&gt;, named after &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Arnold_Kegel" title="Arnold Kegel"&gt;Dr. Arnold Kegel&lt;/a&gt;, is an exercise designed to strengthen the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pubococcygeus_muscle" title="Pubococcygeus muscle"&gt;pubococcygeus muscles&lt;/a&gt;. The exercises consist of the regular clenching and unclenching of the muscles which form part of the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pelvic_floor" title="Pelvic floor"&gt;pelvic floor&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;learn something new every day, dont you?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna watch simpsons movieeee&lt;br /&gt;~spider pig, spider pig.. does whatever a spider pig does~ someone's been singing that nonstop LOL n its getting to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17259703-225404926747201889?l=unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com/feeds/225404926747201889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17259703&amp;postID=225404926747201889' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17259703/posts/default/225404926747201889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17259703/posts/default/225404926747201889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com/2007/08/trudged-to-school-today.html' title=''/><author><name>xinbean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01228343759968028750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1STYX3yYld0/SJA4SFHRIpI/AAAAAAAABxs/THBbouqcFP8/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17259703.post-8970910348896139710</id><published>2007-08-03T18:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T01:38:06.111-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This week, on the 8th of Aug, my oldest friend turns &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;17&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RrPqDlQEcfI/AAAAAAAAA9M/oyAXMtbCOeI/s1600-h/850279319l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RrPqDlQEcfI/AAAAAAAAA9M/oyAXMtbCOeI/s320/850279319l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094672950746182130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i like this photo.. very bollywood LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know that the other chinese girl in the photo isn't me -.- but whatever lah.&lt;br /&gt;i wish i could be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've missed all your birthdays since i moved away. :(&lt;br /&gt;i guess since i can't be there to give you a big hug and tell you happy birthday, this is my 'present' for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was gonna put lots of photos of us up. but i realized, even though you're my oldest friend, we don't have any photos together. our friendship isn't marked by the number of photos we have.. because we were simply too young to discover the joy in camwhoring :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but here's a long reminiscence of the times we shared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very &lt;/span&gt;vaguely) gathering below the E block for the school bus to come. i'm pretty sure that you took the bus too. that was before MCS relocated to thompson and it was in toa payoh. that was.. around seven years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember.. (also pretty vaguely) being in the same year 1 class. we weren't even good friends then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RrPpulQEceI/AAAAAAAAA9E/jeNRSkUAbtk/s1600-h/ist2_370908_adorable_children_silhouettes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RrPpulQEceI/AAAAAAAAA9E/jeNRSkUAbtk/s320/ist2_370908_adorable_children_silhouettes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094672589968929250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember.. in p5, when we were eleven or so, we started walking home together everyday. back then, i was probably the most unfortunate looking kid i could remember, and i couldn't get enough of books. i'd read and walk at the same time, if i wasn't walking with you. you were on the verge of starting to get pimples, and i remember you always asking why i never got them.&lt;br /&gt;i guess puberty hadn't quite hit yet. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you remember walking on top of the wall on purpose instead of the proper walkway, just cos it was more fun? i think i would be scared now, because looking back.. the ground seems quite far away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember you making me cry in p6. i cried for the whole day T_T and i didn't wanna go to school after that. for awhile we weren't friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but that i think, was our only "fight" or whatever you'd call it, in the whole history of our friendship. then after awhile it was all good, and we were happy kids again :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember on your twelfth birthday, sitting in your room telling ghost stories with garene and carmen and candice, and scaring ourselves silly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember your little sister, even then such a carbon copy of you, wanting to come into the room and you telling her to go away. haha, such a meanie, kicking your little sister out. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RrPo41QEcdI/AAAAAAAAA88/JT0jZMn0nAA/s1600-h/729390572l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RrPo41QEcdI/AAAAAAAAA88/JT0jZMn0nAA/s320/729390572l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094671666550960594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember laughing about arunaa and kavya. LOL. i remember how you and garene used to chuck little bits of rubber or stapler or something or other, into kavya's hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember how garene or someone used to suspect that ms tien was lesbian? and how surprised we were one day when she wore a blue dress to school..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you remember going to the shop and buying those chocolate sticks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also remember the day you told me your indian name. *cough* p..*cough* lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember watching harry potter together, and making our sisters sit away from us. HAHA. rmb carmen thought malfoy was hot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember we didn't collect our PSLE results together, coz i was away somewhere and you were in india. but the first day i got back, i was sad coz i knew that we were gonna be in different schools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the next year.. instead of walking the road to school, we walked on the opposite side of the road to the bus stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you would call me, or i'd call you every single morning (i can &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;still &lt;/span&gt;remember your house number) at 6.20 and you'd say "limxinni hurry up we're going to miss the bus!" and i'd mumble "ok going down now.." even though in reality you probably woke me up with your phone call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but you always waited, even if we missed the bus :) i knew i'd always find you under your block with your arms crossed and giving me a Look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember dashing madly across the overhead bridge for 851.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember telling you about a "hot" guy in my class whom i thought you'd really like, and now all these years later it turns out he's attached to a friend of yours. small world, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember all the times we'd talk about our parents and be like. 'OMG DEJA VU!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember teasing you about projoy. HAHA. i still remember his name. lollll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then remember we tried setting up caroline and projoy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and going down to the clubhouse and eating sushi. and having chinese new year at my house, even though you're not exactly chinese. muahahah. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember us swapping stories about secondary school, and me telling you about all my friends.&lt;br /&gt;as it turns out now, you know them too because you guys are now in the same school :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember sms-ing you after a really horrible awful day in sec sch, when some bitchy person was really tight to me, and you met me after school and bussed home and was there for me to offload my troubles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember some of our trips to j8 together, since it was built :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember walking home in the rain together, getting utterly completely soaked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember having long long conversations under your block and you'd shriek 'DONT COME NEAR ME WITH THE CAT!' while i used to play with tommy, that fat white cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and going to the playground together during the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hah. i remember that second nail of yours, that's always orangey black or something. the one you jammed into a door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember you introduced me to your friend roshni :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember talking about who we bumped into from our pri sch and how much they'd changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just wanted to thank you for sticking by me through good times and bad. through ugly, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;really ugly &lt;/span&gt;moments (i cannot believeeeee i had such bad hair.) and really, through most of the moments we had together..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and lastly, i remember me telling you i had to move, and telling you to come to australia with me, when we both knew it wasn't gonna happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we cried together for the last time ( well. we haven't cried together since then.), at the same place we always spent ages talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and before i left, you gave me a card in your signature fat writing, and a book for photos :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you were &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;always &lt;/span&gt;a phone call away, whether i was bored, annoyed, sad, upset, etc. with every year that passes you grow more and more beautiful each year :D&lt;br /&gt;and holy crap, you were always really smart too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and even though we always seem to never have enough time to catch up.. yush.. i can't wait for the end of this year to come.. we'll be together again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVELOVELOVE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17259703-8970910348896139710?l=unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com/feeds/8970910348896139710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17259703&amp;postID=8970910348896139710' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17259703/posts/default/8970910348896139710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17259703/posts/default/8970910348896139710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com/2007/08/today-my-oldest-friend-turns-17-i-like.html' title=''/><author><name>xinbean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01228343759968028750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1STYX3yYld0/SJA4SFHRIpI/AAAAAAAABxs/THBbouqcFP8/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RrPqDlQEcfI/AAAAAAAAA9M/oyAXMtbCOeI/s72-c/850279319l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17259703.post-2320581038901152169</id><published>2007-07-29T22:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T22:40:53.634-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AHHH =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MEDIA AND COM MELB - JOURNALISM?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARTS COM MONASH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COM LAW MONASH FULL FEE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COM MELB?!?!!! folllowing onto LAW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;help me.! leave me a comment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17259703-2320581038901152169?l=unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com/feeds/2320581038901152169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17259703&amp;postID=2320581038901152169' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17259703/posts/default/2320581038901152169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17259703/posts/default/2320581038901152169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com/2007/07/ahhh-media-and-com-melb-journalism-or.html' title=''/><author><name>xinbean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01228343759968028750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1STYX3yYld0/SJA4SFHRIpI/AAAAAAAABxs/THBbouqcFP8/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17259703.post-6495056224311763373</id><published>2007-07-28T00:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T01:38:11.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>on Friday i had the biggest craving for cupcakes.&lt;br /&gt;so i decided to make some.&lt;br /&gt;me: i'm gonna make cupcakes tonight!&lt;br /&gt;pris: but i wanna make cupcakes too..&lt;br /&gt;me: LETS MAKE CUPCAKES!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/Rqr1eVQEcGI/AAAAAAAAA6E/pw9TDjDq5To/s1600-h/CIMG7130b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/Rqr1eVQEcGI/AAAAAAAAA6E/pw9TDjDq5To/s320/CIMG7130b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092152230145192034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;quality time for best friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RqrvR1QEb-I/AAAAAAAAA5E/urjQxnZbK_o/s1600-h/CIMG7124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RqrvR1QEb-I/AAAAAAAAA5E/urjQxnZbK_o/s320/CIMG7124.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092145418327060450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the ingredients.. chocolate melts, essences (lemon and vanilla, for the icing), icing sugar, 100s and 1000s (i love sprinkles, i was sooo excited when i bought them.) and heart shaped sprinkles, and a lemon for the rind.. cookbooks, caster sugar, nutmeg, self raising flour, baking soda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmmm, cupcakey goodness, i could already taste it in my mouth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/Rqr1olQEcHI/AAAAAAAAA6M/1TWPZUOErn8/s1600-h/CIMG7129b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/Rqr1olQEcHI/AAAAAAAAA6M/1TWPZUOErn8/s320/CIMG7129b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092152406238851186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;first we had to measure out the stuff.. (it's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so &lt;/span&gt;hard to get a photo of gloria where she isn't ready for it but after a few attempts here's one.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/Rqr4XFQEcPI/AAAAAAAAA7M/mKZbQQL8PlQ/s1600-h/CIMG7154b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/Rqr4XFQEcPI/AAAAAAAAA7M/mKZbQQL8PlQ/s320/CIMG7154b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092155404126023922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;another candid shot, gloria savouring the taste of our first batch of chocolate cupcakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RqryO1QEb_I/AAAAAAAAA5M/qEwoEchDh04/s1600-h/CIMG7126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RqryO1QEb_I/AAAAAAAAA5M/qEwoEchDh04/s320/CIMG7126.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092148665322336242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;stirring the stuff dubiously.. not sure whether it'd turn out like cupcakes.. we actually used a muffin recipe for this, and we didn't really have all the ingredients, so we improvised.&lt;br /&gt;pris: '...are you sure...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/Rqr09FQEcEI/AAAAAAAAA50/MBbtATlVzok/s1600-h/CIMG7133b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/Rqr09FQEcEI/AAAAAAAAA50/MBbtATlVzok/s320/CIMG7133b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092151658914541634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;after more stirring, it began to look quite delectable :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/Rqr5TlQEcSI/AAAAAAAAA7k/7oeNlajYyEg/s1600-h/CIMG7134b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/Rqr5TlQEcSI/AAAAAAAAA7k/7oeNlajYyEg/s320/CIMG7134b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092156443508109602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;WOO go us! gooey chocolate batter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/Rqr4p1QEcQI/AAAAAAAAA7U/QvXC9N-BUHM/s1600-h/CIMG7137b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/Rqr4p1QEcQI/AAAAAAAAA7U/QvXC9N-BUHM/s320/CIMG7137b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092155726248571138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;laying out the paper to spoon the batter into..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/Rqr0VVQEcCI/AAAAAAAAA5k/CZG45-AJcU0/s1600-h/CIMG7138b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/Rqr0VVQEcCI/AAAAAAAAA5k/CZG45-AJcU0/s320/CIMG7138b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092150976014741538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;teamwork!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/Rqr0jlQEcDI/AAAAAAAAA5s/k4gp0G3Q4Hg/s1600-h/CIMG7136b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/Rqr0jlQEcDI/AAAAAAAAA5s/k4gp0G3Q4Hg/s320/CIMG7136b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092151220827877426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;:D how concentrated does she look!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/Rqr33VQEcOI/AAAAAAAAA7E/wYer3YnI_og/s1600-h/CIMG7135b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/Rqr33VQEcOI/AAAAAAAAA7E/wYer3YnI_og/s320/CIMG7135b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092154858665177314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;what it looks like before the oven.. i know, little puddles of liquidey.. &lt;strike&gt; poo &lt;/strike&gt; goodness. it was the high point of my day, seeing so much chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was really excited about the first batch too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/Rqr3mFQEcNI/AAAAAAAAA68/QqknYU-9DHI/s1600-h/CIMG7141b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/Rqr3mFQEcNI/AAAAAAAAA68/QqknYU-9DHI/s320/CIMG7141b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092154562312433874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;'is it done yet..??'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/Rqr2JFQEcJI/AAAAAAAAA6c/5CcgPTjmtZ4/s1600-h/CIMG7150b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/Rqr2JFQEcJI/AAAAAAAAA6c/5CcgPTjmtZ4/s320/CIMG7150b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092152964584599698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"no, not yet.. still awhile to go.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*1 min later*&lt;br /&gt;me : "now is it done?? it looks ready.. maybe we should check."&lt;br /&gt;glo : "NO! NOT DONE YET!" &gt;=( lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i left the oven alone, and forgot about the cupcakes and so to our dismay this first batch that we pulled out was slightly.. darker than what it was supposed to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/Rqr66FQEcVI/AAAAAAAAA78/Ne7zgOObl3Y/s1600-h/CIMG7153b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/Rqr66FQEcVI/AAAAAAAAA78/Ne7zgOObl3Y/s320/CIMG7153b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092158204444701010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"nevermind!," gloria said in a sudden burst of inspiration. "let's just put lots of icing on top, and no one will be able to tell!."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tell you, i got pretty excited, since i was &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;really &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;looking forward to making icing.&lt;br /&gt;but before we started.. we had to work out the measurement conversions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/Rqr131QEcII/AAAAAAAAA6U/6n5q8YLV1vM/s1600-h/CIMG7148b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/Rqr131QEcII/AAAAAAAAA6U/6n5q8YLV1vM/s320/CIMG7148b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092152668231856258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;lol year 12 students we are, and one of them does specialist math.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/Rqr3KFQEcMI/AAAAAAAAA60/ldSwNnpRs9A/s1600-h/CIMG7127b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/Rqr3KFQEcMI/AAAAAAAAA60/ldSwNnpRs9A/s320/CIMG7127b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092154081276096706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i almost wanted to just eat that by itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/Rqr5FVQEcRI/AAAAAAAAA7c/8xurb89mMa0/s1600-h/CIMG7146b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/Rqr5FVQEcRI/AAAAAAAAA7c/8xurb89mMa0/s320/CIMG7146b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092156198694973714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i was trying to take a picture of gloria's bum but she found out too quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we started on our second batch of cupcakes - these ones were lemony flavoured.&lt;br /&gt;they also required us to use an electric beater. this stressed out gloria's mum quite abit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'i'll do it lah!', she cried and bustled over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/Rqr651QEcUI/AAAAAAAAA70/h5ntR90JJt4/s1600-h/CIMG7151b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/Rqr651QEcUI/AAAAAAAAA70/h5ntR90JJt4/s320/CIMG7151b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092158200149733698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;YAY :P lol&lt;br /&gt;but by then the novelty of taking photos had worn off, so i didn't have pictures of the lemony cupcakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/Rqr0BVQEcBI/AAAAAAAAA5c/kthDAOvs-Es/s1600-h/CIMG7156b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/Rqr0BVQEcBI/AAAAAAAAA5c/kthDAOvs-Es/s320/CIMG7156b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092150632417357842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;gloria washing. CANDID.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/Rqr5rVQEcTI/AAAAAAAAA7s/w1lRrj90mYw/s1600-h/CIMG7157b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/Rqr5rVQEcTI/AAAAAAAAA7s/w1lRrj90mYw/s320/CIMG7157b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092156851530002738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;she made me take another one.. u can tell she's photo ready this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END RESULT:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RqrzyVQEcAI/AAAAAAAAA5U/sGy9cPvcabU/s1600-h/CIMG7158b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RqrzyVQEcAI/AAAAAAAAA5U/sGy9cPvcabU/s320/CIMG7158b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092150374719320066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/Rqr2q1QEcLI/AAAAAAAAA6s/6hmEANVOinI/s1600-h/CIMG7160b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/Rqr2q1QEcLI/AAAAAAAAA6s/6hmEANVOinI/s320/CIMG7160b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092153544405184690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;good memories.. =) hey girls, we should do this baking thing every so often, i had alot of fun last night and it was good to just hang with u guys.. pity em missed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/Rqr1I1QEcFI/AAAAAAAAA58/77hzkWASrPc/s1600-h/CIMG7132b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/Rqr1I1QEcFI/AAAAAAAAA58/77hzkWASrPc/s320/CIMG7132b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092151860778004562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;at the end of year 12, i think i will look back and remember moments like these. arnold coming in, and us cracking up, and trying to take photos of gloria's bum, gloria chasing me around, teasing pris about songs..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17259703-6495056224311763373?l=unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com/feeds/6495056224311763373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17259703&amp;postID=6495056224311763373' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17259703/posts/default/6495056224311763373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17259703/posts/default/6495056224311763373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com/2007/07/on-friday-i-had-biggest-craving-for.html' title=''/><author><name>xinbean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01228343759968028750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1STYX3yYld0/SJA4SFHRIpI/AAAAAAAABxs/THBbouqcFP8/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/Rqr1eVQEcGI/AAAAAAAAA6E/pw9TDjDq5To/s72-c/CIMG7130b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17259703.post-5672373739930285611</id><published>2007-07-24T06:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T06:33:14.624-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If a man could be two places at one time,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'd be with you.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tomorrow and today, beside you all the way.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If the world should stop revolving spinning slowly down to die,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'd spend the end with you.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And when the world was through,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Then one by one the stars would all go out,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Then you and I would simply fly away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17259703-5672373739930285611?l=unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com/feeds/5672373739930285611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17259703&amp;postID=5672373739930285611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17259703/posts/default/5672373739930285611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17259703/posts/default/5672373739930285611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com/2007/07/if-man-could-be-two-places-at-one-time.html' title=''/><author><name>xinbean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01228343759968028750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1STYX3yYld0/SJA4SFHRIpI/AAAAAAAABxs/THBbouqcFP8/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17259703.post-7518724196949125054</id><published>2007-07-24T01:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T02:00:51.447-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>:(&lt;br /&gt;i have some chronic sleep disorder, i swear. like hypersomnia or something, coz i can't stop falling asleep in lectures.&lt;br /&gt;first lecture of the semester, and i couldn't keep my eyes open for more than ten minutes.&lt;br /&gt;when i got there, out of the corner of my eye i spotted really, really &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cute &lt;/span&gt;hair.. belonging to a guy who was sitting there reading harry potter. i tried really hard not to just stare.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, and then we got into the lecture theatre.. i sat down.. a few minutes later someone set next to me.&lt;br /&gt;i turned, and it was the cute &lt;strike&gt; hair &lt;/strike&gt; guy! darn happy :P would have some hot hair to perv on for the rest of the lecture. had to try even harder to be discreet while perving out of the corner of my eye. coz he was pretty tall, looking at his hair meant i had to sorta roll my eyes up and to the corners while appearing to be looking straight ahead. so hard, i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;then he tapped me and he's like.. 'do you have a pen i could borrow?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nearly fainted, his hair was soooooo good.. i managed to mumble yes and pass him a pen. then i settled back into perving at him inconspicuously..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alas, even the hot hair couldn't keep me awake. the chronic sleep disorder struck again..and within minutes i was asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i missed out on many minutes of good hair, not to mention my first lecture (which is actually interesting this semester coz we're covering human development - the social aspect of psychology.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIGH. i woke up only when he accidentally brushed my arm while trying to replace my pen and not wake me up, just before the lecture ended. he looked like he was trying not to laugh at me -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so &lt;/span&gt;embarrassing. anyone have any ideas on how to keep awake? i don't take caffeine, so that's out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe he'll be in the same tute as me...lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17259703-7518724196949125054?l=unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com/feeds/7518724196949125054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17259703&amp;postID=7518724196949125054' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17259703/posts/default/7518724196949125054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17259703/posts/default/7518724196949125054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-have-some-chronic-sleep-disorder-i.html' title=''/><author><name>xinbean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01228343759968028750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1STYX3yYld0/SJA4SFHRIpI/AAAAAAAABxs/THBbouqcFP8/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17259703.post-4704824231784806660</id><published>2007-07-23T07:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T01:38:11.831-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>a bundle of love for u guys xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RqS12FQEb4I/AAAAAAAAA4U/NT_9hLpqaAo/s1600-h/m99023867.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RqS12FQEb4I/AAAAAAAAA4U/NT_9hLpqaAo/s320/m99023867.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090393419562643330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HOW CUTE IS IT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17259703-4704824231784806660?l=unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com/feeds/4704824231784806660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17259703&amp;postID=4704824231784806660' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17259703/posts/default/4704824231784806660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17259703/posts/default/4704824231784806660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com/2007/07/sigh.html' title=''/><author><name>xinbean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01228343759968028750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1STYX3yYld0/SJA4SFHRIpI/AAAAAAAABxs/THBbouqcFP8/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RqS12FQEb4I/AAAAAAAAA4U/NT_9hLpqaAo/s72-c/m99023867.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17259703.post-5329348287418364963</id><published>2007-07-22T00:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T01:38:12.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PHANTOM OF THE OPERA BROADWAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RqMC31QEb2I/AAAAAAAAA4E/EXV_G10GyL0/s1600-h/CIMG7120b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RqMC31QEb2I/AAAAAAAAA4E/EXV_G10GyL0/s320/CIMG7120b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089915162069331810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;! since before the tickets came on presale, i was already as excited as a horny guy walking into club x.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RqMCP1QEbwI/AAAAAAAAA3U/X3CCAS8P-Dw/s1600-h/CIMG7110b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RqMCP1QEbwI/AAAAAAAAA3U/X3CCAS8P-Dw/s320/CIMG7110b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089914474874564354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;went for dinner at bluefire in MC. i love love LOVE the entertainment book. that was my flounder with .. i can't remember, but it had baby potatoes on the side too.. *drool*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blue fire's most famous for its churrascaria, which is a brazilian bbq sort of thing where u pay a set price ($49.00 per head) and (this is quoted from their menu - "our knife wielding passadors" ) come around and slice a variety of freshly roasted meats off the spit for you. there's spanish sausage - chorizo, lamb, beef, ribs, chicken, calamari.. etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too expensive and i didn't want to roll into phantom :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RqMCQFQEbyI/AAAAAAAAA3k/dwPQAaKv5UQ/s1600-h/CIMG7111b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RqMCQFQEbyI/AAAAAAAAA3k/dwPQAaKv5UQ/s320/CIMG7111b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089914479169531682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my sumptious baby potatoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RqMC3FQEb1I/AAAAAAAAA38/luw4XtvNrXE/s1600-h/CIMG7116b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RqMC3FQEb1I/AAAAAAAAA38/luw4XtvNrXE/s320/CIMG7116b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089915149184429906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;people miling around outside princess theatre during the interval.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RqMCQlQEb0I/AAAAAAAAA30/nPBnTVyPckE/s1600-h/CIMG7117b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RqMCQlQEb0I/AAAAAAAAA30/nPBnTVyPckE/s320/CIMG7117b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089914487759466306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to say, it was a stellar performance, and the good seats was like.. a cherry on top of the ice cream. i could see everything so clearly that if the singer had armpit hair, i would've spotted it. i was right up in the front row, behind the orchestra and they were AMAZING. the music reverberated throughout the theatre and crept its way into my soul.. i felt like it was being lifted :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you alone can make my song take flight&lt;br /&gt;in the darkness of the music of the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;yesterday was a day that i'd been looking forward to for a long, long long time. it was the release of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HARRY POTTER &lt;/span&gt;which i stayed up last night to finish (fell asleep with the book on my face) .. alas, i didn't uphold the tradition of finishing the book in one sitting like i have for the past few years.&lt;br /&gt;anyhow, i realized that i have unknowingly nearly collected all the books (except for chamber of secrets and prisoner of azkaban.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um, i won't give it away to everyone just yet. but it was as usual a masterpiece and left me reeling, even though it had a slow pickup and some things i expected to happen didn't. on the other hand, another thing i suspected was explained much to my delight and satisfaction :D nothing beats second-guessing the author before the book's written..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK enough rambling, buhbye everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17259703-5329348287418364963?l=unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com/feeds/5329348287418364963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17259703&amp;postID=5329348287418364963' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17259703/posts/default/5329348287418364963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17259703/posts/default/5329348287418364963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com/2007/07/phantom-of-opera-broadway-since-before.html' title=''/><author><name>xinbean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01228343759968028750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1STYX3yYld0/SJA4SFHRIpI/AAAAAAAABxs/THBbouqcFP8/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1STYX3yYld0/RqMC31QEb2I/AAAAAAAAA4E/EXV_G10GyL0/s72-c/CIMG7120b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17259703.post-4694646194981155926</id><published>2007-07-19T19:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T19:31:52.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Onde Onde</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/1Sp2qbqU37I' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/1Sp2qbqU37I'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Leon eats his creation.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17259703-4694646194981155926?l=unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com/feeds/4694646194981155926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17259703&amp;postID=4694646194981155926' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17259703/posts/default/4694646194981155926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17259703/posts/default/4694646194981155926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unglamorous-ness.blogspot.com/2007/07/onde-onde.html' title='Onde Onde'/><author><name>x
