<?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-24114090</id><updated>2011-07-08T11:54:42.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Art of Getting By</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jloldblog3.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24114090/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jloldblog3.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24114090/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>dara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009847531944153198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>267</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24114090.post-6871413312563991435</id><published>2008-08-25T00:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T01:09:37.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cannot sms in class anymore</title><content type='html'>I think i'll truly experience a culture shock when i start training. It will really feel like back to secondary/primary school days, when there is strictly "no eating and drinking in the classroom" and "no running in the corridors". Hmmm. It's gonna be so much different from my previous workplace where i'm pretty much the person upholding the rules hahahhaa which i don't do a good job because i tend to violate them together with my staff. And then i get to boss people around and tell them what to do. Once i got really mad, i issued a warning letter muahahahha 2 more and she's fired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now i have to be all demure and submissive. Gee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24114090-6871413312563991435?l=jloldblog3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jloldblog3.blogspot.com/feeds/6871413312563991435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24114090&amp;postID=6871413312563991435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24114090/posts/default/6871413312563991435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24114090/posts/default/6871413312563991435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jloldblog3.blogspot.com/2008/08/cannot-sms-in-class-anymore.html' title='cannot sms in class anymore'/><author><name>dara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009847531944153198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24114090.post-3862156009872102912</id><published>2008-08-22T03:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T03:23:31.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'>twisted soul</title><content type='html'>I am a very strange person. I have this weird habit of stalking certain people's blogs/facebooks to convince myself i'm living better than them like some twisted form of self gratification. I dunno what or who i'm trying to prove to. Maybe merely to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps i'm a competitive person after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dondon is going to teach me how to swim. I dunno how to swim!!! I feel somewhat assured that he has a lifesaving cert + a first aid cert + stories of how people are frequently thrown into severely cold water but he says i need to not be afraid of drowning. WHAT!!! Me is terrified ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i'm going to tailor make my kebaya later! :D *jumps around*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24114090-3862156009872102912?l=jloldblog3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jloldblog3.blogspot.com/feeds/3862156009872102912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24114090&amp;postID=3862156009872102912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24114090/posts/default/3862156009872102912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24114090/posts/default/3862156009872102912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jloldblog3.blogspot.com/2008/08/twisted-soul.html' title='twisted soul'/><author><name>dara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009847531944153198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24114090.post-4280609313279924866</id><published>2008-08-20T02:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T03:01:13.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>go to your room, young lady!</title><content type='html'>Sometimes my boyfriend feels more like a dad to me. Before you frown and tsk at me, allow me to explain. Typically when a couple goes on an ice skating date, you would expect some romantic hand holding time as they dreamily skid along the bed of ice and if the girl falls the boy would rush to hug her and they will laugh and hug more and kiss and hug more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But mine says to me that falling is essential to learning and you are supposed to fall if you wanna learn how to skate. and no stop holding on to me and don't you hold on to the wall if not you'll never learn. And then when i grow big bruises from falling, i want someone to feel the heartpain but instead he was all like 'bruises are good. you need more bruises to become stronger'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urgh! I need a boyfriend, not 2 dads :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24114090-4280609313279924866?l=jloldblog3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jloldblog3.blogspot.com/feeds/4280609313279924866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24114090&amp;postID=4280609313279924866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24114090/posts/default/4280609313279924866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24114090/posts/default/4280609313279924866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jloldblog3.blogspot.com/2008/08/go-to-your-room-young-lady.html' title='go to your room, young lady!'/><author><name>dara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009847531944153198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24114090.post-4225479676465131792</id><published>2008-08-19T17:41:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T19:29:23.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i wouldn't say my life is volatile but it's certainly going through a lot of unexpected changes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTf711OGlwg/SKqhIk-mjQI/AAAAAAAAAuI/Xe7WoHJWDMg/s1600-h/SingaporeAirlinesSingapore1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTf711OGlwg/SKqhIk-mjQI/AAAAAAAAAuI/Xe7WoHJWDMg/s400/SingaporeAirlinesSingapore1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236174685508898050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna start training in the nation's best finishing school (as they say it) in exactly 1 week from now. Nervous. Pensive. Feels like first day of school all over again when you are going to a brand new place of learning where you don't really know anyone yet. Everyone and everything is going to be new. There are gonna be tests and exams and you wonder if you will fare well. You've heard of horror stories where people get 'retained' and you fear. You look forward to graduation which still seems a long time away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i have yet come to terms with reality. Sometimes when i tell others about it, i feel like i'm lying through my teeth. I feel like i'm living someone else's life through my own eyes. Somehow i'm not as excited as i thought i would be. People say the satisfaction lies in the relentless pursuit more than the achievement itself and now i see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did meet sour grapes along the way. Funny thing, they told me my group/interview day's 'passing rate' must be very high whereas for herself, her interviewers were 'very strict' and they chose very little people. Well, out of 23 groups of 8-10 people, we counted only 14 got through. I might have missed a few so i grant you 20. Hmm, can do your math.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people might comment that 'nowadays' the standard have dropped but i don't really care cos as long as i got it. I do agree that we see some fugly ones at the airport now and then but er, i'm sure they are really nice and friendly people on the inside. Either that or the interviewers' eyes &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ta stamp&lt;/span&gt; hahaha. Then again month after month hundreds of hopefuls (500+ at it's peak) join the long queue at sheraton so i really think they can afford to be picky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway if you happen to be interested, here's the &lt;a href="http://www.singaporeair.com/saa/en_UK/content/company_info/careers/cabin_crew.jsp"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24114090-4225479676465131792?l=jloldblog3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jloldblog3.blogspot.com/feeds/4225479676465131792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24114090&amp;postID=4225479676465131792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24114090/posts/default/4225479676465131792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24114090/posts/default/4225479676465131792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jloldblog3.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-wouldnt-say-my-life-is-volatile-but.html' title='i wouldn&apos;t say my life is volatile but it&apos;s certainly going through a lot of unexpected changes'/><author><name>dara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009847531944153198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTf711OGlwg/SKqhIk-mjQI/AAAAAAAAAuI/Xe7WoHJWDMg/s72-c/SingaporeAirlinesSingapore1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24114090.post-5251744394509422249</id><published>2008-08-17T19:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T19:13:37.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>open relationship</title><content type='html'>I think all stewardess should have boyfriends like mine. He needn't call to make sure i'm safe after a night out clubbing. He won't be any bit bothered by me playing mahjong with a bunch of beer drinking men in the wee hours. Which means he would never wonder or worry or be suspicious over what i do at outstations. Teehee. So much freedom! Is this what they call an 'open relationship' on facebook?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24114090-5251744394509422249?l=jloldblog3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jloldblog3.blogspot.com/feeds/5251744394509422249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24114090&amp;postID=5251744394509422249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24114090/posts/default/5251744394509422249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24114090/posts/default/5251744394509422249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jloldblog3.blogspot.com/2008/08/open-relationship.html' title='open relationship'/><author><name>dara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009847531944153198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24114090.post-3980540965075976589</id><published>2008-08-13T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T00:03:36.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Great way to fly...</title><content type='html'>From 26th August 2008. Hey that's my birthday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24114090-3980540965075976589?l=jloldblog3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jloldblog3.blogspot.com/feeds/3980540965075976589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24114090&amp;postID=3980540965075976589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24114090/posts/default/3980540965075976589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24114090/posts/default/3980540965075976589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jloldblog3.blogspot.com/2008/08/great-way-to-fly.html' title='Great way to fly...'/><author><name>dara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009847531944153198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24114090.post-8430031739693912460</id><published>2008-08-12T14:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T14:58:06.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lucky trip</title><content type='html'>Wow this whole journey has been hell of a lucky trip. All my life's good karma has been accumulated into this and now i start all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on mc on the previous day and the interview day itself. Sick but not serious. So why did the doctor give me 2 days mc? I said i work night shift and he took pity on me. Lucky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then lucky again that i smoothly got through all 4 rounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok i paid $148 cos i supposedly have mild scoliosis so that wasn't too lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i got to know a nice hr girl in James' wedding who said she'll help me look out for my application and call me asap. woohoo! I also came to know that ahbang works in the finance department. Never hurt to have too many friends in the company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then i got my call today. Yipee!!!!! Congrats to me i earned it well!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24114090-8430031739693912460?l=jloldblog3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jloldblog3.blogspot.com/feeds/8430031739693912460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24114090&amp;postID=8430031739693912460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24114090/posts/default/8430031739693912460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24114090/posts/default/8430031739693912460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jloldblog3.blogspot.com/2008/08/lucky-trip.html' title='lucky trip'/><author><name>dara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009847531944153198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24114090.post-4660094330840162323</id><published>2008-08-09T13:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T13:44:39.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so why do you wanna join us?</title><content type='html'>Someone asked me is it ok if she says her reason for joining the company is the prestige and benefits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg, you don't have to be very smart but some level of maturity is required. Cos if you ask me this 5 years ago i probably would have answered the same way as her haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if i read this entry again 5 years later i'd think i was a 22-year-old dumbdumb.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24114090-4660094330840162323?l=jloldblog3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jloldblog3.blogspot.com/feeds/4660094330840162323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24114090&amp;postID=4660094330840162323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24114090/posts/default/4660094330840162323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24114090/posts/default/4660094330840162323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jloldblog3.blogspot.com/2008/08/so-why-do-you-wanna-join-us.html' title='so why do you wanna join us?'/><author><name>dara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009847531944153198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24114090.post-8686721097591278885</id><published>2008-08-09T02:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T02:09:28.525+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fished up!</title><content type='html'>Aiyaya!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm freaking out. I'm driving myself insane. I've already come so far. Pleaseplease don't fish up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24114090-8686721097591278885?l=jloldblog3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jloldblog3.blogspot.com/feeds/8686721097591278885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24114090&amp;postID=8686721097591278885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24114090/posts/default/8686721097591278885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24114090/posts/default/8686721097591278885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jloldblog3.blogspot.com/2008/08/fished-up.html' title='fished up!'/><author><name>dara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009847531944153198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24114090.post-8926623542881820789</id><published>2008-08-08T01:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T01:21:53.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fly, little wings</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" id="#Header1"&gt;&lt;center&gt;See the world from a different vantage point&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                                                                              &lt;div class="indent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;The world at your doorstep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; The chance to experience new cultures and meet new people. Challenges that are real and exciting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been approved by the judgments of others. Now it's up to fate to decide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the side note, i met a JAL crew who broke her bond to pay 10k cos of numerous reasons which i've anticipated. The decision to not sign with them has proven to be the best of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24114090-8926623542881820789?l=jloldblog3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jloldblog3.blogspot.com/feeds/8926623542881820789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24114090&amp;postID=8926623542881820789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24114090/posts/default/8926623542881820789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24114090/posts/default/8926623542881820789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jloldblog3.blogspot.com/2008/08/fly-little-wings.html' title='fly, little wings'/><author><name>dara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009847531944153198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24114090.post-9151081973188882126</id><published>2008-08-06T01:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T01:12:25.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'>about happiness</title><content type='html'>I frequently look at blogs and pictures of happy people who travel all over the world and eat happy food wearing happy clothes carrying happy bags and they have friends and families and even dogs who are happy and i think why can't i be happy like them? But i know it's all about being content with what you have because i AM happy. I have happy friends and happy families, i eat happy food and i have a boyfriend who makes me happy. My job isn't very happy-able but i guess i'm ok. Umm hmm. I know what could make me happier but at least i'm not miserable. So many concerned friends have been asking me about my job and worried cos i don't seem very happy about it from my blog. But i'm ok, really :) It's just tough being an adult.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24114090-9151081973188882126?l=jloldblog3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jloldblog3.blogspot.com/feeds/9151081973188882126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24114090&amp;postID=9151081973188882126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24114090/posts/default/9151081973188882126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24114090/posts/default/9151081973188882126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jloldblog3.blogspot.com/2008/08/about-happiness.html' title='about happiness'/><author><name>dara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009847531944153198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24114090.post-4332968276865097898</id><published>2008-08-05T18:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T18:13:50.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'>is this IT?</title><content type='html'>Crossing my fingers.... and toes.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24114090-4332968276865097898?l=jloldblog3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jloldblog3.blogspot.com/feeds/4332968276865097898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24114090&amp;postID=4332968276865097898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24114090/posts/default/4332968276865097898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24114090/posts/default/4332968276865097898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jloldblog3.blogspot.com/2008/08/is-this-it.html' title='is this IT?'/><author><name>dara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009847531944153198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24114090.post-2500387587216462643</id><published>2008-08-01T00:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T00:44:16.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'>life without lappie</title><content type='html'>So i lived without my favourite laptop (i only have one) for more than 2 weeks cos of repair, and i felt so much liberated without it. Minus the time i spend staring at the UV screen, i actually get to sleep 8 hours a days and have time to watch spongebob on teevee. Plus i read 2 books during this entire period because i no longer could download 'Friends' on my PSP and had to resort to reading on trains, toilets and meal times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now that it's back, i return to staring at my screens again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24114090-2500387587216462643?l=jloldblog3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jloldblog3.blogspot.com/feeds/2500387587216462643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24114090&amp;postID=2500387587216462643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24114090/posts/default/2500387587216462643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24114090/posts/default/2500387587216462643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jloldblog3.blogspot.com/2008/08/life-without-lappie.html' title='life without lappie'/><author><name>dara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009847531944153198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24114090.post-7825296129580511019</id><published>2008-07-09T03:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T03:14:36.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'>vroooom!</title><content type='html'>Ok work was better today, due to a major car launch event. Wheeee hard work but fun! Plus i was in charge of an area by myself and didn't have to listen to too much bitching. And sooooo many babes i see *wolf whistles* the tall tall kinds with high foreheads and sharp noses all wearing stilettos and each carrying a chanel 2.55 evening bag. No kidding, i saw at least 5 different colours of the same bag in one night. Wait a few months maybe i'll get one myself (yeah right).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24114090-7825296129580511019?l=jloldblog3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jloldblog3.blogspot.com/feeds/7825296129580511019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24114090&amp;postID=7825296129580511019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24114090/posts/default/7825296129580511019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24114090/posts/default/7825296129580511019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jloldblog3.blogspot.com/2008/07/vroooom.html' title='vroooom!'/><author><name>dara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009847531944153198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24114090.post-566904744625898787</id><published>2008-07-08T03:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T04:23:49.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rough patch?</title><content type='html'>This is the first time i'm seriously thinking of quitting my job. I do like what i'm doing, if i could i would go into the same industry. But the people here are terrible. The management is screwed up. There is no teamwork or whatsoever. People are just concerned about themselves, how to make themselves look good and how to point fingers at others. This is a fine dining place, i would expect the staff to have some class, but no, they frequently curse and swear and shout and CRY in front of guests. That's just plain stupid, i would have known not to do that even if i were 12. It's like some freaking coffee shop. I feel like i'm just plain wasting my time here with no proper guidance. I am not blatantly putting the blame on the floor staff because that's the way there are; these are the delinquents you see on the street who do nothing but smoke and drink all day and frequents the jail cos of fighting. They can go work in MOS as far as i'm concerned. But for the management to take in such people to serve rich stuck-ups and expats........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....and they wonder why guests often complain about bad service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most irksome part has to be the fact that no one actually takes the effort to train me. I dunno if some people see me as a threat or what. Imagine that the first day you start work, the gm was very nice, he lets you read their 'manuals' and bring you around. Then as mentioned before, nobody will explain company rules to you. No one actually tells you how they operate except only briefly. Then they ask you to do guest relations. How? Watch and find out. The next day, you go serve at the bar. Oh no, how i know how to take orders? Just write something and ask the ah lian with fairy tattoos if it's correct. She might diao you and wonder how the hell you don't know as she's been doing this since 14, but you just get used to it. Then serve at dining area, repeat learning process. Random people will dulan you cos they feel they have been overworked. You only can shrug cos you're still learning how to take orders properly. Basically, you have to learn how to do everyone's job (even the cashier's), but you can only learn by watching and asking questions WHILE they are furiously running around working WHILE others will wonder what the hell are you doing just watching (ahem when really, you can be pardoned since you are used to being SERVED and not SERVING). Then maybe the boss likes you a little and asked you to plan rosters, and the usual people who do them gets insecure and complain/treat you like a threat. You try to ask questions and they go "you're in charge of blahblah what why you ask me". These can refer to the people of higher positions than you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The manager whom you report to only talks to you in the transport, or about the politics here (i actually would not like to know more).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me if i'm just going through a rough patch or is my workplace absolutely horrible. It's so crazy. I know i applied to be cabin crew and sometimes i wished i had taken JAL but then again, politics would still be there. Arghh i just wanna stay at home and sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24114090-566904744625898787?l=jloldblog3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jloldblog3.blogspot.com/feeds/566904744625898787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24114090&amp;postID=566904744625898787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24114090/posts/default/566904744625898787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24114090/posts/default/566904744625898787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jloldblog3.blogspot.com/2008/07/rough-patch.html' title='rough patch?'/><author><name>dara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009847531944153198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24114090.post-9145521544452860495</id><published>2008-07-07T00:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T00:26:16.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'>drama at work</title><content type='html'>When friends tell me about whatever office politics thing that happen during internships, i tend to not make much comments. No offense, but they are all very small fry to me, and i can't really think of much to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you seen a bunch of workers on strike before? People involved in an argument to the point where girl starts to hyperventilate and you had to send her to the hospital? Manager decides to resign and never turned up for work?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All happening in one day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe these are only the tip of the ice berg. There are so much more shit behind these shits, so many bloody childish and brainless people in this world. This job really opened my eyes and see that the world is not just filled with people like me and those i know in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i used to want the whole world to like me and nobody to dislike me but i have to understand that as a manager it's never gonna happen. There are bound to be people who hates those who uphold rules; i never liked all my teachers. I'm just this indecisive airy fairy girl but now i need to learn to be firm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like a survival training here and i need to be a tough girl :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24114090-9145521544452860495?l=jloldblog3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jloldblog3.blogspot.com/feeds/9145521544452860495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24114090&amp;postID=9145521544452860495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24114090/posts/default/9145521544452860495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24114090/posts/default/9145521544452860495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jloldblog3.blogspot.com/2008/07/drama-at-work.html' title='drama at work'/><author><name>dara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009847531944153198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24114090.post-549594992818392283</id><published>2008-06-26T02:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T02:45:30.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'>regarding cheerfulness</title><content type='html'>I was a waitress today! Teehee! Very fun! My favourite activity is to refill ice water cos it's the easiest job hahha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok then i got home and was rummaging my drawer when i found this old love-confession letter written by a guy (wahhhhhhh ok. i forgot it existed. maybe got more. haha!) and in it he said i was a source of happiness and cheerfulness. Then i remembered dondon telling me long ago how he liked that i was always cheerful and able to make him smile. Then i got really depressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos i realized how MUCH i've changed over the years. I've lost the motivation to be cheerful ALL the time. There seem to be increasingly more things to worry and feel sad about, that when i think about them i often present a grumpy face to the world. Andand it gets worse because now that i work it's even harder to be cheerful. SO many things to deal with: the lack of experience, the politics, the gossips, time management, tired factor..... wah! It's so hard to be a grown-up. There are more opportunities for me to lose my temper and be a biatch right upfront in your face. So if people like my cheerfulness, maybe now they won't like me anymore!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24114090-549594992818392283?l=jloldblog3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jloldblog3.blogspot.com/feeds/549594992818392283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24114090&amp;postID=549594992818392283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24114090/posts/default/549594992818392283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24114090/posts/default/549594992818392283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jloldblog3.blogspot.com/2008/06/regarding-cheerfulness.html' title='regarding cheerfulness'/><author><name>dara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009847531944153198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24114090.post-6939051092088986581</id><published>2008-06-24T00:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T01:14:29.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'>decisions u make as a grown up</title><content type='html'>Although i've made my decision, i can't help but remain a little voice at the back of my head nagging that perhaps it's a wrong one. I have to keep reminding myself of the money factor; i'm not willing to take a pay cut. And the confidence that i am much more capable than this job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People have been asking me to go for the experience and interest. But my current job is also a form of experience and interest. Of course, it doesn't beat flying, but i ultimately want to end up in the hospitality industry. Some people think i'm ridiculous for not taking it up cos they would jump at the opportunity, but.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why settle with 1.6k to fly only to Japan and US when there's an opportunity to fly all over the world for more than 4k? Although not that the opportunity would easily come to me again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My plan now is to try to achieve something on my current job first. Wait till my probation is up and see if i can get a promotion and a pay rise. Hmmph. Working 10-11hours a day is tough, plus no time to hangout with friends and boyfriend... but we'll wait and see if something better will come along :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24114090-6939051092088986581?l=jloldblog3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jloldblog3.blogspot.com/feeds/6939051092088986581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24114090&amp;postID=6939051092088986581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24114090/posts/default/6939051092088986581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24114090/posts/default/6939051092088986581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jloldblog3.blogspot.com/2008/06/decisions-u-make-as-grown-up.html' title='decisions u make as a grown up'/><author><name>dara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009847531944153198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24114090.post-8799917497259656524</id><published>2008-06-23T00:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T00:16:44.994+08:00</updated><title type='text'>events make me wanna tear my hair out</title><content type='html'>I saw tay ping hui! hahhaha he was here at the event. He looks just like on TV! Tall and good-looking, but i didn't go and take picture with him lah hahha later look like sua gu kia. Not as if he's jay chou. I saw daren tan (some superstar guy) too. Not so good-looking, and kinda skinny and short hahahahaha. Yay more events please, maybe one day i'll really see jay chou.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24114090-8799917497259656524?l=jloldblog3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jloldblog3.blogspot.com/feeds/8799917497259656524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24114090&amp;postID=8799917497259656524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24114090/posts/default/8799917497259656524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24114090/posts/default/8799917497259656524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jloldblog3.blogspot.com/2008/06/events-make-me-wanna-tear-my-hair-out.html' title='events make me wanna tear my hair out'/><author><name>dara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009847531944153198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24114090.post-7581143127505651395</id><published>2008-06-21T04:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T04:41:55.341+08:00</updated><title type='text'>not flying</title><content type='html'>Sorry to disappoint but i've decided to stay in my weird unexpected job. The reason is very simple: i'll only get to earn $800 basic for 3 months, then subsequently less than 2k for 2 years, and this is the amount before cpf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm being very realistic here. But i don't see the point of embarking on a career that allows you to stay at home half the time (which is why you earn so little because your allowances is proportional to your frequency of flights).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can also say that my pride prompted me to reject because i felt i could do so much better than this job; a job that only requires 3 'o' level  credits with an equivalent paycheck. Sorry if i'm being elitist or whatever you wanna call it but if i decide to fly i hope to fly with the best, and not just make do with something that happened to come along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It did kinda boosted my ego when i discovered that i've been selected because seriously i gave superficial bimbotic answers like "i like to travel and meet people" and wow i actually got chosen for that. But anyway i think a lot of girls rejected their offer that's why they took so long to reach me hahahhaha too late!!!! In fact i already found out about their pay before my final interview but the offer made me reconsider again but still same decision anyway i'm going to sleep tomorrow got event need to sell membership if you wanna join come cos got free flow drinks and buffet but pay $500++ thankyougoodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24114090-7581143127505651395?l=jloldblog3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jloldblog3.blogspot.com/feeds/7581143127505651395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24114090&amp;postID=7581143127505651395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24114090/posts/default/7581143127505651395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24114090/posts/default/7581143127505651395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jloldblog3.blogspot.com/2008/06/not-flying.html' title='not flying'/><author><name>dara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009847531944153198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24114090.post-1373593483789195343</id><published>2008-06-20T03:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T03:50:13.461+08:00</updated><title type='text'>to fly or not to fly</title><content type='html'>Ok i need to sleep but this is so -_- that i have to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got offered a job in JAL as cabin attendant. It's funny cos i applied for it like a month ago, and NOW they call me. wtf. Not that  i think my current job is the most fantastical of the fantastic, but i already started at it, i'd hate to quit halfway without achieving anything. Plus i'd hate to disappoint my boss, i think treats me quite well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh! How! I know i can do so much better than being a cabin attendant. But, get paid to travel! It's so hard to reject. For now as a management trainee, i feel like i'm playing pretend as a child. You know like you and a few neighbours or cousins pretending that you are in a restaurant, you eat plastic toy food and drink from empty plastic cups. Then someone will pretend to own the 'restaurant', welcoming his 'guests' and cooking these plastic thingys. The things i do don't feel real to me. Like standing behind a sushi counter watching and talking to the chef cutting sashimi, or bringing guests to their seats and asking them how's the food. I didn't know what i wanted to do after graduation but to be honest all these were totally unexpected. They feel surreal, not necessarily in a good way but i have yet to get used to my new life. I gained so much knowledge in how people run f&amp;amp;b (which again has nothing to do with economics).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should i give up my weird unexpected job for something i wanted long ago?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24114090-1373593483789195343?l=jloldblog3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jloldblog3.blogspot.com/feeds/1373593483789195343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24114090&amp;postID=1373593483789195343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24114090/posts/default/1373593483789195343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24114090/posts/default/1373593483789195343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jloldblog3.blogspot.com/2008/06/to-fly-or-not-to-fly.html' title='to fly or not to fly'/><author><name>dara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009847531944153198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24114090.post-94457894234176385</id><published>2008-06-19T02:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T02:33:47.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>daddy, gimme a hotel!</title><content type='html'>Today the boss got a little drunk, and he started telling me and a few other lucky girls who happen to be at the reception, stories of how he set up the company. He doesn't do this for a living; the restaurant was only set up about 2 years ago. So i asked an all important question: why F&amp;amp;B?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He replied:"Only one reason. &lt;em&gt;Insert-name-of-his-son&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaws drop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently his son had wanted to set up a small F&amp;amp;B business after he graduated, but as a long term plan boss decided he needs a decent sizable establishment instead of a dodgy little watery pub, so that was how everything began.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geez. Like Korean drama can?? Rich young punk (who also happens to be good-looking)'s dad owns the place, young punk becomes undercover, working as a waiter while no one knows his actual identity. Then comes along the 野蛮 (sassy) princess who fights with him everyday but they eventually fall in love and everyone discovers his secret identity. Fairytale right? Except that it didn't happen ahhahahha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24114090-94457894234176385?l=jloldblog3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jloldblog3.blogspot.com/feeds/94457894234176385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24114090&amp;postID=94457894234176385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24114090/posts/default/94457894234176385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24114090/posts/default/94457894234176385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jloldblog3.blogspot.com/2008/06/daddy-gimme-hotel.html' title='daddy, gimme a hotel!'/><author><name>dara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009847531944153198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24114090.post-218057878398923733</id><published>2008-06-17T23:40:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:03:46.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fake ignorance is also a bliss</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTf711OGlwg/SFfeCIHKsrI/AAAAAAAAAt4/vf7XoCvrt5E/s1600-h/ontoro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212879221823287986" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTf711OGlwg/SFfeCIHKsrI/AAAAAAAAAt4/vf7XoCvrt5E/s400/ontoro.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok i just had the 2 most fun days of work, cos i was stationed at the kitchen! woohoo! I didn't understand the rationale of watching the kitchen initially but as you observe, you do learn a lot of things. When you're the top management, you'll never understand what the floor is going through. Start by observing is great. Plus, perks of parking at the kitchen include food tasting! They let me try wagyu beef omgomgomg melt in your mouth! You'll never wanna consume other types of beef. I got a small salad today, the sauce tasted like the sushi tei one because this particular chef &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;used to work there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And i ate tuna belly! I ate tuna belly! It's so unbelievable i have to repeat this sentence. Ravesssssss! And other weird nice sashimi like scallop ahhhh it's nice to have chefs as friends. I'm not just being greedy ok, it's important for research.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But another downside of this job is that while i love to listen to gossips, i know that people also gossip about me. It's worse when some people are simply insecure, and they need to bad mouth others to make themselves feel better. Like in this instance, i made friends with some people, they treated me well, and others got unhappy. I had dinner at the sushi counter and they started telling others i shouldn't be there. It then got passed to my manager who told me it's ok cos i'm new and i dunno the rules. There are in fact some people who are allowed, just that me and him are not included.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha! Who say i dunno. I just didn't wanna show cos nobody officially told me that i can't. You're only allowed to break the rule when you're new, if not once then never! At the same time i just wanted to test out to see what would happen, and true enough not surprisingly news spread really fast, by the time i'm done many people already knew i was at the counter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pffft. Stupid people think this kinda small matter would hurt me. "Oh isit, nobody told me" was easy enough. Even better still, after this incident i know who to be careful of. Smirks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm only into my second week of work and as a neutral party i already know who doesn't like who, which group of people don't get along with which group. Very interesting. Seriously, i have not even reached my 22nd birthday; this job is merely a stepping stone and a learning experience to my future greater jobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So i don't really care. I'm just happy that i got to eat otoro :D Hahahhahaha i'm so childish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24114090-218057878398923733?l=jloldblog3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jloldblog3.blogspot.com/feeds/218057878398923733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24114090&amp;postID=218057878398923733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24114090/posts/default/218057878398923733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24114090/posts/default/218057878398923733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jloldblog3.blogspot.com/2008/06/fake-ignorance-is-also-bliss.html' title='Fake ignorance is also a bliss'/><author><name>dara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009847531944153198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTf711OGlwg/SFfeCIHKsrI/AAAAAAAAAt4/vf7XoCvrt5E/s72-c/ontoro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24114090.post-6151655414188836862</id><published>2008-06-15T15:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T15:26:30.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'>working</title><content type='html'>My life has taken a sudden drastic turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never considered that my life would turn out this way. Working 10 hours a day is no joke. Working till 1 or 2am is not funny. Working with a boss who likes to scold people fucker! is scary. Of course i never kena you fuck up! before, but must be careful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, when i said i wanna work in a hotel, i never really thought of how it's gonna be like in reality. In my brain was like, dress up glamglam, walk around, type in your computer then go home and tell people you have a great job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In reality, there are 101 things to take care of. There are so many details that you could have missed out, you need a few pages long of checklist to go through everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's very mind-boggling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i'm only involved in a part of what a normal hotel would comprise of. Which is more difficult? F&amp;amp;B or rooms? Now i understand why hotels don't hire rookies because without experience, you are nothing. zero. I am zero! What you read in school will never apply (economics is a joke).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, in this world, handling relationships is a very&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; important skill. I really dunno how to manage people. I only know how to make friends. When i have the authority it makes me feel somewhat uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been trying to be extra friendly to break into little cliques of people. Thankfully, i find that most of them open up quite easily,  and a lot of them tell me people who work here, even the managers, don't usually stick around for very long. Not a very comforting piece of news. They tell me lots of gossips as well-a part of the job that i look forward to lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But people who work in the office upstairs is a different story. You gotta put on a mask every time you step in. I feel so much at ease with the young punks working at the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i'm handling mostly the PR side now. Please come and visit me if you fancy a good and expensive dinner, or some reasonably priced drinks at the bars. Can choose indoors outdoors ok!!! Even got cafe del mar-style sofa huts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24114090-6151655414188836862?l=jloldblog3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jloldblog3.blogspot.com/feeds/6151655414188836862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24114090&amp;postID=6151655414188836862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24114090/posts/default/6151655414188836862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24114090/posts/default/6151655414188836862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jloldblog3.blogspot.com/2008/06/working.html' title='working'/><author><name>dara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009847531944153198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24114090.post-4635437904560332452</id><published>2008-06-08T04:03:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T04:23:07.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm employed</title><content type='html'>Yay i've got a job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've come to terms that big hotels don't hire rookies. In this industry, it's experience that counts, not so much paper. So i'm starting out as a management trainee in a... sizable restaurant somewhere. Hahaha i dunno if it's safe to reveal, what if my boss stalks my blog??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But well it's a nice big poshy kinda place from what i've heard and seen online. Haven't toured the place yet, but it looks like a mansion with a bar, balcony, rooftop, outdoor dining, garden, even waterfalls, pools and a live band! Sounds cool right, but i haven't seen any of these things yet, except for the japanese dining area. I'm excited but nervous, as would any person on her first day of work/school i guess, you wonder if you'd have any friends, or live as a outcast forever eating lunch alone. Pffffft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andand, being a bum for the past month with nothing better to do, i naturally googled this place for extended periods of time. Many people who reviewed complained that it was expensive and portions were little. I dunno, i thought this is what people would usually expect from fine dining??? :s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arghh. I just hope my suagu-ness won't give me away. Butbut, i hope i get to learn how to mix drinks at the bar, then i'll finally know what makes a Sex on a Beach or a Blowjob (merely typing them gave me cheap thrills), then i'll tell you. Exciting lah! Do you think it'll happen?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24114090-4635437904560332452?l=jloldblog3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jloldblog3.blogspot.com/feeds/4635437904560332452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24114090&amp;postID=4635437904560332452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24114090/posts/default/4635437904560332452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24114090/posts/default/4635437904560332452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jloldblog3.blogspot.com/2008/06/im-employed.html' title='i&apos;m employed'/><author><name>dara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009847531944153198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24114090.post-1601381237043079900</id><published>2008-06-01T15:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T15:54:00.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bitterness!</title><content type='html'>Seriously, do you genuinely think that by offering me your criticisms at a time when i'm feeling down, i would truly feel better? I've seen girls on TV who cry and whine but then after being given 2 tight slaps they suddenly wake up and become superwoman. Unfortunately that doesn't happen to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, it's all in good will. Perhaps your criticisms are not meant for me to feel better. But you know, i think guys really just don't get it! When you're in one of those "shit i feel shitty" days, it's pointless telling guys because they won't understand why you're telling them this. They think &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Am i supposed to provide you with a SOLUTION? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CLEO says when you complain to your guy about your boss, he thinks you are asking him to poison the boss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, many a times, there are no solutions. Like "why do good things never happen to me?" Tina would say "aiyo don't worry you'll be fine. Let's go sushi tei". Dondon said "cos you never want them hard enough". It's not a guy's fault, it's just that they are wired to think differently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why gays make so much more sense. They understand each other so much better, i think they are generally more harmonious and happier than heterosexuals. Homosexuals are more natural, if you think, er, non-biologically.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24114090-1601381237043079900?l=jloldblog3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jloldblog3.blogspot.com/feeds/1601381237043079900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24114090&amp;postID=1601381237043079900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24114090/posts/default/1601381237043079900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24114090/posts/default/1601381237043079900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jloldblog3.blogspot.com/2008/06/bitterness.html' title='bitterness!'/><author><name>dara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009847531944153198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24114090.post-1144970174632468130</id><published>2008-06-01T02:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T02:20:35.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'>doh</title><content type='html'>Ok, that was a whole lot of rant. Maybe i should be more thankful that i am healthy, clean, safe and living well. I mean, i'm usually generally a happy person. If i forget about trying to achieve more happiness, i may actually become more happy! You see how it works???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24114090-1144970174632468130?l=jloldblog3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jloldblog3.blogspot.com/feeds/1144970174632468130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24114090&amp;postID=1144970174632468130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24114090/posts/default/1144970174632468130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24114090/posts/default/1144970174632468130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jloldblog3.blogspot.com/2008/06/doh.html' title='doh'/><author><name>dara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009847531944153198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24114090.post-146769046999975545</id><published>2008-06-01T00:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T01:02:09.101+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i can't remember what was the best thing that ever happened to me</title><content type='html'>Ok! I've come to conclude that nothing good ever happens to my life! When i somehow somewhat manage to muster some sort of an ambition which really means a lot to me and i really really really want it... i will never get it. I will frequently land into a second choice, or something i 'can settle with', which is not bad too............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, nothing bad ever happens to me either. I've never gotten into an accident before. Nor failed an exam. I haven't lost someone important (choi!). My life is just very unexciting and bland. I can totally foresee my life now. You see, i have been the exceptionally normal kid who does pretty ok in her studies. She scrapes past her papers with fairly good grades, gets into a local university, does something 'practical' like economics, and graduates. She will then find a job in an office and work all her life inside her cubicle. She will get married at 30, have 2 kids, go on a holiday to Bangkok/Hong Kong/insert-names-of-typical-holiday-spots-which-aren't-too-exciting once in a while, retire at 65, get cancer at 80 then dies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not that i never tried to do something exciting to my life! These plans simply just don't materialize. Dondon says it's cos i didn't want it hard/long enough. How hard is hard and how long is long? Hmm. How to measure???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think, when some people say life is fair, the only way i could think of it true is how nothing ever extreme happens to me. The most intense pain i've ever felt would be on occasions when i don't get what i terribly wanted. Fair enough?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24114090-146769046999975545?l=jloldblog3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jloldblog3.blogspot.com/feeds/146769046999975545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24114090&amp;postID=146769046999975545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24114090/posts/default/146769046999975545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24114090/posts/default/146769046999975545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jloldblog3.blogspot.com/2008/06/not-fair.html' title='i can&apos;t remember what was the best thing that ever happened to me'/><author><name>dara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009847531944153198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24114090.post-4495951873969032860</id><published>2008-05-23T14:36:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:03:47.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>being skinny</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTf711OGlwg/SDZmQHxMkTI/AAAAAAAAAtw/xTumrv8gIes/s1600-h/feitian.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203458846622519602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 228px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 314px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="300" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTf711OGlwg/SDZmQHxMkTI/AAAAAAAAAtw/xTumrv8gIes/s400/feitian.jpg" width="228" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I just finished watching this show wahaha. I started loading shows on psp and discovered it's uber coolness so i upload for the sake of uploading even though it takes more time to download then to watch it on my laptop i think keke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You see how a fat (but cute) girl finds her soulmate, then becomes self-conscious in front of her supposedly very hot fashion designer boyfriend. It deals with issues of body-consciousness and how confidence is the key factor to feeling beautiful. It's a heart-warming story, even on my little psp screen!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't understand why people can laugh at me for being skinny when i'm not supposed to laugh at them being fat. Skinny and fat are both improportionate body sizes, but i know we all think skinny is much more acceptable than fat. People (like anuja! haha!) like to point at my short shorts and call me skank! I know you are just jealous hahahhaaha but being skinny (plus short) is not that great at all. It's really hard to find clothes that fit, even more so with clothes that would look good. We can't wear plunging necklines or skimpy string bikinis either. In fact there are a lot of clothes we can't wear, and that makes us feel very self-conscious as well. By the way, i'm assuming all skinny people have little boobs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plus, in case of a famine, people like us will all die first. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Others speak of how starving is not the right way to lose weight but sadly, it's the fastest if you need to lose weight within a short time period. Of course don't starve till you faint lah, eat a fruit or something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24114090-4495951873969032860?l=jloldblog3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jloldblog3.blogspot.com/feeds/4495951873969032860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24114090&amp;postID=4495951873969032860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24114090/posts/default/4495951873969032860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24114090/posts/default/4495951873969032860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jloldblog3.blogspot.com/2008/05/being-skinny.html' title='being skinny'/><author><name>dara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009847531944153198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTf711OGlwg/SDZmQHxMkTI/AAAAAAAAAtw/xTumrv8gIes/s72-c/feitian.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24114090.post-2165888159556451343</id><published>2008-05-21T14:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T15:37:02.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'>job seeking?</title><content type='html'>Yes i'm currently looking for a job. Let me know if you have any lobangs. I would like to work in a hotel hahaha i think i was influenced by tvb dramas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you a thing or 2 about job-seeking. If you're looking at the financial/banking sector, and would like to work in a big bank, you better at least have a 2nd upper honours, and start attending recruitment talks next semester cos many of them start hiring in sept/oct. In fact, you should get an internship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't mind not working for a big bank, and is contented looking for a job in websites like jobstreet or jobdb, you will see that almost all of them are looking for:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;financial consultants&lt;br /&gt;financial planners&lt;br /&gt;wealth/risk management executives&lt;br /&gt;business development managers&lt;br /&gt;management trainees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;3k-10k!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can tell you that all of them are the same: sales job. So if you don't wanna sell things then don't bother looking. Of course it is possible to really earn 10k if you're inherently talented and hardworking cos i know of at least one such person :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, some employers will list down something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Looking for marketing executives. Must have at least 5 years of relevant experience with a proven track record. Must have own contacts from the media/f&amp;amp;b etc.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh! So many requirements! It's not even some big shot management position. Don't expect training. They wanna ride on your experience and CONTACTS? If i have 5 years of experience, i only can proceed to become marketing executive?? :''''''''( I'm thinking, if i have experience and contacts i could set up my own business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, if you look carefully, many 'marketing' positions in fact involve sales, so make sure you understand that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get too excited when you are short-listed as a management trainee, because one of them i went for, is again a sales position which involves a low basic + commission. I was told that if my performance is good, they will raise my basic salary. As they aspire to expand overseas, i will have the opportunity to travel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahem. All these are just talk. It's up to you to believe. Especially if it involves a contract, you gotta think very carefully. It sounded so good to me initially, until dondon told me it's dodgy and not trust-worthy hahhaha cos what if the commission is low/ very few opportunities to sell? You might be stuck doing sai gang for them at a low basic for 2 years. SO TRUE! I'm so stupid, it took me a while to realize. I'm not saying that they intentionally want to scam me but i'm kinda risk-adverse. I'm the kind who will pay high premium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another discovery: you know how people use to think that modeling agencies are scammers? They 'talent scout' you, make you pay hundreds for your 'portfolio', then never call you again. Well, some are really not scammish. There are people working behind getting commission for every assignment they manage to clinch for the models, so yes they are working for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are right to say they 'talent scout' average people to become 'models' because talent scouts get paid commission too. But if you know you are talentless and average looking then please don't spend $400 taking pictures then claim that the agency cheat you, because genuinely no one wants to hire you to brand their product/shows. They are not responsible in filtering people who think they can be models.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whee hee! How do i know? I was shortlisted for a position- not model!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24114090-2165888159556451343?l=jloldblog3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jloldblog3.blogspot.com/feeds/2165888159556451343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24114090&amp;postID=2165888159556451343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24114090/posts/default/2165888159556451343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24114090/posts/default/2165888159556451343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jloldblog3.blogspot.com/2008/05/job-seeking.html' title='job seeking?'/><author><name>dara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009847531944153198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24114090.post-484322687509612632</id><published>2008-05-16T23:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T00:07:41.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OKAYyyy</title><content type='html'>Dondon's has gone to climb mountain again! This time the mountain's called 'tahan' hahhahahha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i asked him "who's your best friend?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said "erm, dunno. don't have."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"huh! i'm not your best friend meh!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"you're my girlfriend. different."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"girlfriend also can be best friend what."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"er."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"let's be BFFs."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"what's that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"best friends forever."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"oh i thought is boyfriend friend or what."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"haha! i wanna be BFFs!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ok."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "ok" sounds like the "ok" pear says when i tell her i will become a hotelier and she can stay in my hotel for free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told dondon that i'm going to be a working woman, and become too mature and sophisticated for him and he laughed. Nobody takes me seriously! What's wrong with all of you!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24114090-484322687509612632?l=jloldblog3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jloldblog3.blogspot.com/feeds/484322687509612632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24114090&amp;postID=484322687509612632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24114090/posts/default/484322687509612632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24114090/posts/default/484322687509612632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jloldblog3.blogspot.com/2008/05/okayyyy.html' title='OKAYyyy'/><author><name>dara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009847531944153198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24114090.post-1353884913466731729</id><published>2008-05-11T22:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T23:30:28.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tagged</title><content type='html'>Aiwei! you tagged me so i have to be tagged haha... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. At what age do you wish to marry?&lt;br /&gt;Used to be 24, like aiwei. but the future is too far and blurry for me now. currently, i do not see anything like getting married. so, maybe never!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. How many children do you want?&lt;br /&gt;2. but then again, maybe 0.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What I want the most now?&lt;br /&gt;Erms. stability. find a direction in life then get a job haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What do you want to be when you grow up?&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to be a ballerina, a fashion designer, an interior designer, a film director, and many more. But they're all frivolous. One of my childhood dreams (out of manymany but a more realistic one) was to graduate from university and work in one of the tall buildings at raffles place. I came close to that dream when i went for a bank interview last week. The view from the office was amazing; the singapore river was just beneath me, you could almost see half of the island- the parliament, pandang, singapore flyer, suntec, esplanade, habourfront, cable cars, even the sentosa merlion etcetc. But really, now i just want a traveling job, re-locate i also don't mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. If you can have 1 more dream to come true, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;My dream is to have 1000 more dreams hahhaa because i'm lazy and just want to sit around waiting for things to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.What are you afraid to lose now?&lt;br /&gt;The people i love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. If you meet someone you love, would you confess to him/her?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. I guess not. I will make him fall in love with me, which would surely happen. hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What would you do when you're feeling down and depressed?&lt;br /&gt;Whine about unrelated things, spend a lot of money, sleep, and expect people to cheer me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What are the requirements that you wish from other half?&lt;br /&gt;Pfffffft i wouldn't want my future half to see this so i hereby scorn upon this question. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Which type of person do you hate most?&lt;br /&gt;Stupid people. I know i'm not very smart, which makes me even less tolerant of stupider people cos they must very extremely stupid to be more stupid then me. They make me tear my hair out and cough blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Do you cherish every single of your friendship?&lt;br /&gt;Every single of genuine caring friendship yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Do you believe in God?&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if God is the saviour of mankind. sometimes i think he/she(not to be sexist) exists to make life difficult. i never understood why God prefers certain groups of people over others. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What do you think is the most important thing in your life?&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't decide between my phone and my laptop. But i realized today that when a real fire occurred (another story), the first thing i grabbed was my phone and wallet. So yeah, i guess at the back of my mind i secretly wanted to change laptop soon. By the way i'm a fire survivor! yeah!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Do you find it a necessary for you have a boyfriend/girlfriend?&lt;br /&gt;If i say yes dondon will scorn at me. so NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What do you want your friend to be like?&lt;br /&gt;Not like me. I imagined if i had a friend exactly like myself, clumsy, blur, fluffy, lazy, always late, i'll really hate her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What kind of friend do you hope to be in your friends' eyes?&lt;br /&gt;I guess someone loyal and dependable. and fun :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. If you have a change, which part of your character would you like to change?&lt;br /&gt;Procrastination. big time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. If you're feeling low one day, who will you go to?&lt;br /&gt;Aiwei says zhou gong hahha i think that's the most effective too. dondon can cheer me up but sometimes he makes me even more irritated because proving his point i-told-you-so is more important them cheering me up and he doesn't seem to realise it haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. If you can turn back time, when and why?&lt;br /&gt;I love my secondary school days. But i had to study so hard. Maybe freshman year :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have nobody to tag cos my blog is obsolete ahhaha but melody and ashley i know you all update your blogs frequently. you can be willingly tagged if you see this!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24114090-1353884913466731729?l=jloldblog3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jloldblog3.blogspot.com/feeds/1353884913466731729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24114090&amp;postID=1353884913466731729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24114090/posts/default/1353884913466731729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24114090/posts/default/1353884913466731729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jloldblog3.blogspot.com/2008/05/tagged.html' title='tagged'/><author><name>dara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009847531944153198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24114090.post-3278990428696848841</id><published>2008-05-10T02:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T02:15:19.715+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am...</title><content type='html'>...sick and tired and almost resigned. i told myself i would be tolerant, it's ok to swallow more bitter pills but is it really worth it? urghh. puipui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's so easy to just be passive, sit around knowing someone will always be there to kiss your ass. right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24114090-3278990428696848841?l=jloldblog3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jloldblog3.blogspot.com/feeds/3278990428696848841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24114090&amp;postID=3278990428696848841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24114090/posts/default/3278990428696848841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24114090/posts/default/3278990428696848841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jloldblog3.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-am.html' title='I am...'/><author><name>dara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009847531944153198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24114090.post-5669844775644325441</id><published>2008-04-30T23:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T00:02:16.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random thoughts of the day</title><content type='html'>You know how there are just some contacts on your msn list that collects dust? They just never talk to you. And you know how if one fine day one of them suddenly do, but all they want to do is just ask favours from you? It irritated the shit out of me. Worse, she sounds like i'm supposed to feel obliged to help. Hello you are not my mother i don't owe you a living. Asking me to do surveys is ok though, i'm not that unfriendly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how when you browse through facebook stalking random people's photos and wonder why they are so beautiful? I just did that. I found this girl called Freda who's so beautiful i'm in love with her. She has a sharp chin like me but she has a sharp nose and mine is just the opposite. I'm not so into big eyes anymore and i think my eyes are fine. My cheeks are ok too. All i need is a good nose, flawless skin, sexy hair, longer eyelashes, thicker eyebrows, more boobs, longer legs, and i will be beautiful too i swear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just spent half an hour drawing a diagram of ad valerom tax on a commodity which belongs to a monopoly. I also just spent 3 years of my life studying academic theories which will have no application to the rest of my life. Ok maybe a little, when i happen to read the FT. But you know all i read is CLEO and ELLE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to think adults spend their lives doing things that they like but i came to realize they only do things which are expected of them by society. Most of them are just 'getting by', like the title of my blog. Boy, i loved being a uni student because that's the time when you can be totally happy and irresponsible. But all that's gonna end and i really have to start 'getting by' now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24114090-5669844775644325441?l=jloldblog3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jloldblog3.blogspot.com/feeds/5669844775644325441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24114090&amp;postID=5669844775644325441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24114090/posts/default/5669844775644325441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24114090/posts/default/5669844775644325441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jloldblog3.blogspot.com/2008/04/random-thoughts-of-day.html' title='random thoughts of the day'/><author><name>dara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009847531944153198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24114090.post-8223129652497072299</id><published>2008-04-15T15:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T16:02:46.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when are you getting married</title><content type='html'>I get funny questions like "so when are you getting married?" Do i look like someone's who's getting married soon? ceying says "you see melody is already engaged", but different people have different plans i guess... you should be amazed at the fact that she's engaged now and not expecting ME to get engaged too! haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEVER! i never wanna get married!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24114090-8223129652497072299?l=jloldblog3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jloldblog3.blogspot.com/feeds/8223129652497072299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24114090&amp;postID=8223129652497072299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24114090/posts/default/8223129652497072299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24114090/posts/default/8223129652497072299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jloldblog3.blogspot.com/2008/04/when-are-you-getting-married.html' title='when are you getting married'/><author><name>dara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009847531944153198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24114090.post-499469014275142007</id><published>2008-04-05T02:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T02:43:35.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'>unmarketable</title><content type='html'>I found out that guys are attracted to girls who can 'qie' them (meaning perform better than them) in things that they are passionate in. For example, dondon says he likes female pilots, and a musician i know likes female musicians who can play better than him (sorry i dunno if this particular musician wants the fact to be revealed). CAP 5 Teckie likes pear who is good in her studies, but no one can qie teckie in studies that's understandable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i realize i'm actually very unmarketable cos i have no particular fantastic talent or whatsoever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24114090-499469014275142007?l=jloldblog3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jloldblog3.blogspot.com/feeds/499469014275142007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24114090&amp;postID=499469014275142007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24114090/posts/default/499469014275142007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24114090/posts/default/499469014275142007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jloldblog3.blogspot.com/2008/04/unmarketable.html' title='unmarketable'/><author><name>dara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009847531944153198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24114090.post-1593911834520217696</id><published>2008-04-05T02:18:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T02:34:56.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gg</title><content type='html'>All you hard core gamers out there, tell me if i'm being stupid here. I was looking for a game in this particular store, and found its strategy guide instead. Obviously when you see the guidebook, you'd think the game must be around somewhere right? So i approached the staff who provided me with a series of facts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Sorry i can't find it on the shelves.&lt;br /&gt;2) We don't keep stock either.&lt;br /&gt;3) Other outlets don't have. I don't think we sell this game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point of time, you're thinking, hmmm, then what's the point of selling the guidebook when you don't sell the main game itself??? Who would buy?? Perhaps people who already have the game from somewhere else would get it if he managed to lose it somehow, but what are the chances? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i asked her about it, and she gave me the last fact:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Sorry, but the books department and the games department are separate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_-''''''' omg. gg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I gotta tell you that i'm talking about POPULAR Bookstores here. They might wanna know that 1) normal people don't go prancing around in their stores looking for gaming guidebooks 2) normal people would think that gaming guidebooks are managed under the same department as Command &amp; Conquer, and not Harry Potter).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24114090-1593911834520217696?l=jloldblog3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jloldblog3.blogspot.com/feeds/1593911834520217696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24114090&amp;postID=1593911834520217696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24114090/posts/default/1593911834520217696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24114090/posts/default/1593911834520217696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jloldblog3.blogspot.com/2008/04/gg.html' title='gg'/><author><name>dara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009847531944153198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24114090.post-2371611733519828215</id><published>2008-04-03T04:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T04:59:04.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 years in hall for me</title><content type='html'>Okays. I admit that i have conflicting interests between my own time and my desire for achievements. While i often complain that my schedule is tight,  it is a self desire to achieve manymany things at the same time. My friends often hear about how busy i am; i look like 'very poor thing'. Well the truth is sometimes its cos i'm greedy. And i don't manage my time well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in retrospect, i'm impressed by the things i've done in the last 3 years, more than any previous 3 years i ever spent. I sang, danced, did hall production, rag dance, volunteered for a year, played sports, canvassed, etc... Almost everything I wanted to do since 1st year.... everything except excelling in the grades department heehee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even got my small little &lt;a href="http://dancingardangel.livejournal.com"&gt;creative business&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really happy with what i did though, because i can honestly say i did them all for myself, and never felt obliged towards anyone to do anything because i don't believe in living your life for others unless if you're talking about those people who reallyreally need help okyouknowwhatimean. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i felt a little obliged towards doing command 08 (final year concert) but i ended up unexpectedly gaining more than i hoped for. So yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24114090-2371611733519828215?l=jloldblog3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jloldblog3.blogspot.com/feeds/2371611733519828215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24114090&amp;postID=2371611733519828215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24114090/posts/default/2371611733519828215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24114090/posts/default/2371611733519828215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jloldblog3.blogspot.com/2008/04/3-years-in-hall-for-me.html' title='3 years in hall for me'/><author><name>dara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009847531944153198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24114090.post-4186630629780943495</id><published>2008-04-03T04:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T04:22:03.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'>clean and clear</title><content type='html'>I'm damn happy when people tell me i got clear skin... even though i don't know what's the exact definition of 'clear'. But 'clear skin' sounds good lah. Tina says 'your skin is so clear can see veins'. Hmmm but that's not the kinda transparent clear that's good right. I think clear means no pimples and acne and visible scars? But i have big pores and freckles and small pigments. But if mai hiam i guess it's not bad....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But clean is definitely the most important.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24114090-4186630629780943495?l=jloldblog3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jloldblog3.blogspot.com/feeds/4186630629780943495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24114090&amp;postID=4186630629780943495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24114090/posts/default/4186630629780943495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24114090/posts/default/4186630629780943495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jloldblog3.blogspot.com/2008/04/clean-and-clear.html' title='clean and clear'/><author><name>dara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009847531944153198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24114090.post-8864224698461479078</id><published>2008-04-01T15:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T16:00:06.454+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My current favourites</title><content type='html'>Watch this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7uiIjC43rl8&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7uiIjC43rl8&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then watch this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qi6_41G63ck&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qi6_41G63ck&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24114090-8864224698461479078?l=jloldblog3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jloldblog3.blogspot.com/feeds/8864224698461479078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24114090&amp;postID=8864224698461479078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24114090/posts/default/8864224698461479078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24114090/posts/default/8864224698461479078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jloldblog3.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-current-favourites.html' title='My current favourites'/><author><name>dara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009847531944153198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24114090.post-3034990016484348363</id><published>2008-03-31T03:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T03:23:13.481+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy birthday dondon</title><content type='html'>It's dondon's birthday! He's twenty two! I like it when his birthday is over and mine is not cos it'll be like he's older than me. In years of age. Heehee. I feel sad that he has presentation and i have practice :( I guess birthdays don't really mean much anymore after 21.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT i still wanna celebrate my birthday every year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22 is so old. omg 22. 22. 22. 22. 22. 22. It takes some time for the fact to sink in. I still can't accept that i'm already 21.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24114090-3034990016484348363?l=jloldblog3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jloldblog3.blogspot.com/feeds/3034990016484348363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24114090&amp;postID=3034990016484348363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24114090/posts/default/3034990016484348363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24114090/posts/default/3034990016484348363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jloldblog3.blogspot.com/2008/03/happy-birthday-dondon.html' title='Happy birthday dondon'/><author><name>dara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009847531944153198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24114090.post-6297016449470069923</id><published>2008-03-29T13:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T13:56:28.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>life goes on. and on and on.</title><content type='html'>Goodness! i can't go out properly without worrying about what's due next week, or when i have to go back for rehearsals. Heck, i can't even have a peaceful night out without people calling me to "come back later! we're practising". I considered throwing away my phone, but when i get back to my email i see "project XX1234 meet at xpm tomorrow". I tried to disappear by not checking mail for one night somewhere last month and i immediately felt a big gap between me and reality the day after, cos emails flooded in and people just went on with their lives without me (ya la ah boh then). Haiya. oppressive life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24114090-6297016449470069923?l=jloldblog3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jloldblog3.blogspot.com/feeds/6297016449470069923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24114090&amp;postID=6297016449470069923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24114090/posts/default/6297016449470069923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24114090/posts/default/6297016449470069923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jloldblog3.blogspot.com/2008/03/life-goes-on-and-on-and-on.html' title='life goes on. and on and on.'/><author><name>dara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009847531944153198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24114090.post-5052607116395105423</id><published>2008-03-20T05:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T05:36:38.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>picking up the pieces</title><content type='html'>Of course, ultimately i know what i HAVE to do. You might think i'm stupid, brainless and frivolous and not doing what i claimed to be doing at all. In fact, you do think that. Even so, i don't find the need to prove anything to you. Perhaps i'll need you to believe and understand what sprouted out of my mouth first, then a little support and empathy would be nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i guess it's hard to be encouraging in something you never supported. I don't think i have the right to demand that much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. You told me so. You knew it. You expected it. You are right. You are always right. Serves me right. I deserve to feel shitty all by myself. Now i don't even have the courage left to pick up the pieces by myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24114090-5052607116395105423?l=jloldblog3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jloldblog3.blogspot.com/feeds/5052607116395105423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24114090&amp;postID=5052607116395105423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24114090/posts/default/5052607116395105423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24114090/posts/default/5052607116395105423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jloldblog3.blogspot.com/2008/03/drifting.html' title='picking up the pieces'/><author><name>dara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009847531944153198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24114090.post-363428371728884798</id><published>2008-03-20T00:54:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T03:36:45.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>in reality...</title><content type='html'>It feels like.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to take literature for A levels, cos i never liked science. My mum says "ok loh let you try for first 3 months.  But after that must study science you know cos got more courses you can take in uni".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But i don't like science..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You will do well in arts meh? literature is so difficult, you're not the angmo kind of person. take science better lah, more realistic. Easier to do well".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended up with bad science results and took arts in uni anyway. The truth is, i completely agreed with my mum back then. Even without her preaching, i might still have chosen science. But it would have been nice to be doing something i like, while having someone who supports and believes in you. Of course, i don't blame my mum for the wrong choice of academic course, who knows i might have done worse in arts. But too many a times she never believed my interests would bring me far. "try loh but make sure you do something or something else too in case you fail" is just different from "go for it! i believe you will make it if you're really interested", even in her heart, they both mean "i'll still be here no matter what".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm grateful that i have people who knows what's good for me when they think i don't. Just that... planning to fail is downright depressing....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24114090-363428371728884798?l=jloldblog3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jloldblog3.blogspot.com/feeds/363428371728884798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24114090&amp;postID=363428371728884798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24114090/posts/default/363428371728884798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24114090/posts/default/363428371728884798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jloldblog3.blogspot.com/2008/03/in-reality.html' title='in reality...'/><author><name>dara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009847531944153198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24114090.post-5955345913553857205</id><published>2008-03-18T02:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T02:32:21.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no more dancer soon...</title><content type='html'>Last few days to the end of my dance career. I can't wait for it to end now cos i'm extremely stressed up by other work. But i think i'll be really sad when it does. Aiya. The time spent on dancing is fun and makes me forget about all the stupid projects and essays for once but after a super tiring practice at 4am the stress hits me harder. It's like some kinda drug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i love my dances. They're distinctly different. One is sexy and high energy while the other is graceful with a beautiful story. The dancers are great too! We hit each other all the time during partner work (Kriss dropped me on my butt today!! but it's cos i was stupid and jumped for nothing) but we're all cool and profesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay, i'm proud to be a dancer, but i'm getting old and have been suffering from too much emotional stress lately. Emo-ness! Nevermind. I'm very excited that the 2 people i'm bringing in are watching. Plus the JCRC and the other 50 people from hall -_-'''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i had no friends i would auction my tickets and earn a tidy sum.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24114090-5955345913553857205?l=jloldblog3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jloldblog3.blogspot.com/feeds/5955345913553857205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24114090&amp;postID=5955345913553857205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24114090/posts/default/5955345913553857205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24114090/posts/default/5955345913553857205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jloldblog3.blogspot.com/2008/03/no-more-dancer-soon.html' title='no more dancer soon...'/><author><name>dara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009847531944153198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24114090.post-2229255043295468281</id><published>2008-03-12T22:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T23:12:27.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...............</title><content type='html'>I feel very sorry for myself. Worse, there's no one i can blame except myself. Excuse me while i wallow in self pity. Words of concern with no action, expressed just so to make yourself feel better, is not needed nor appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you can give me chocolates. Or any kind of snacks like cup noodles, chips or banana cheese prata because i'm hungry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24114090-2229255043295468281?l=jloldblog3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jloldblog3.blogspot.com/feeds/2229255043295468281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24114090&amp;postID=2229255043295468281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24114090/posts/default/2229255043295468281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24114090/posts/default/2229255043295468281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jloldblog3.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post.html' title='...............'/><author><name>dara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009847531944153198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24114090.post-2577074117403937554</id><published>2008-03-11T12:54:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T13:42:33.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'>culture fest is here</title><content type='html'>There are only an obscene number of 10 Dance Uncensored tickets for each block. Wahaa! Now don't you wish you had made friends with me earlier. Or be in the photo comm so that you at least get a press pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These tickets are not snatch-worthy without a reason. Besides the appearances of hot girls, we practise way past your bedtime. Similarly with other culture groups. A normal conversation goes like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: eh wanna play mahjong?&lt;br /&gt;B: i got practice until 2am&lt;br /&gt;A: oh.&lt;br /&gt;B: tmr?&lt;br /&gt;A: i got practice until 2.&lt;br /&gt;B: ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No astonishment. No fuss. You see, we're all so talented. We can never find 4 people who are not in any culture group to play mahjong with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24114090-2577074117403937554?l=jloldblog3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jloldblog3.blogspot.com/feeds/2577074117403937554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24114090&amp;postID=2577074117403937554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24114090/posts/default/2577074117403937554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24114090/posts/default/2577074117403937554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jloldblog3.blogspot.com/2008/03/tickets-grab-your-tickets.html' title='culture fest is here'/><author><name>dara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009847531944153198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24114090.post-1010279847396530617</id><published>2008-03-09T01:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T01:21:36.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i liked nic tse</title><content type='html'>I really liked nicholas tse when i was in my early teens (i insist i'm still a teen now). I used to stalk him by buying his cds and movies and recording his programmes on vcr (yes THAT long ago). His good looks and bad boy image was hard to resist. Hmmph. He's all grown up now, not so much of a bad boy anymore. In fact, i think he's still cute and kinda sweet now, and i secretly still haboured hopes that he would ask me to marry him. Damnit, he's too good for his wife-who-cheated-on-him-with-his-best-friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nic, come back to me!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24114090-1010279847396530617?l=jloldblog3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jloldblog3.blogspot.com/feeds/1010279847396530617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24114090&amp;postID=1010279847396530617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24114090/posts/default/1010279847396530617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24114090/posts/default/1010279847396530617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jloldblog3.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-liked-nic-tse.html' title='i liked nic tse'/><author><name>dara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009847531944153198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24114090.post-7408814841658532332</id><published>2008-02-29T05:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T05:33:49.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>boifwen gerfwen</title><content type='html'>Grace says to me YOU'RE SO CHIO and MAY ALL YOUR DREAMS COME TRUE! I love grace, she makes me happy. Be my gerfwen!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24114090-7408814841658532332?l=jloldblog3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jloldblog3.blogspot.com/feeds/7408814841658532332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24114090&amp;postID=7408814841658532332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24114090/posts/default/7408814841658532332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24114090/posts/default/7408814841658532332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jloldblog3.blogspot.com/2008/02/boifwen-gerfwen.html' title='boifwen gerfwen'/><author><name>dara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009847531944153198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24114090.post-3117857315952679870</id><published>2008-02-27T14:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T14:50:31.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Irony</title><content type='html'>People are trying to lose weight to appear slim in their interviews, but i'm desperately trying to put on weight to not look scrawny. C'mon feed me!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Experience tells me that the easiest way to gain weight is to eat supper every night, cos that was what happened to me during the semester when engtat buys us supper all the time. To lose weight, the best way is to............... not eat. I'm sorry to say that but it's the fastest way. I can lose 1-3kg each time i get ill. Or you can grow some ulcers to discourage yourself from eating too much. I'm telling you, it works.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24114090-3117857315952679870?l=jloldblog3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jloldblog3.blogspot.com/feeds/3117857315952679870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24114090&amp;postID=3117857315952679870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24114090/posts/default/3117857315952679870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24114090/posts/default/3117857315952679870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jloldblog3.blogspot.com/2008/02/irony.html' title='Irony'/><author><name>dara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009847531944153198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24114090.post-5939573919096979032</id><published>2008-02-27T01:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T01:44:14.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'>needy</title><content type='html'>I feel so needy suddenly. I can't understand why.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24114090-5939573919096979032?l=jloldblog3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jloldblog3.blogspot.com/feeds/5939573919096979032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24114090&amp;postID=5939573919096979032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24114090/posts/default/5939573919096979032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24114090/posts/default/5939573919096979032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jloldblog3.blogspot.com/2008/02/needy.html' title='needy'/><author><name>dara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009847531944153198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24114090.post-2478166999927112022</id><published>2008-02-24T00:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T00:52:58.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i dunno what i want to prove</title><content type='html'>Suddenly, this has suddenly become a personal glory thing. My desire to prove that i could do it is growing stronger than... you know, getting it itself. I'm confused!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24114090-2478166999927112022?l=jloldblog3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jloldblog3.blogspot.com/feeds/2478166999927112022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24114090&amp;postID=2478166999927112022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24114090/posts/default/2478166999927112022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24114090/posts/default/2478166999927112022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jloldblog3.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-dunno-what-i-want-to-prove.html' title='i dunno what i want to prove'/><author><name>dara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009847531944153198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24114090.post-5009234143186948047</id><published>2008-02-19T01:33:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:03:49.861+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i want a lomo cam!!!</title><content type='html'>I'm such a brat. My bank account is rapidly seeing its bottom but i can't help but keep wanting to buy more stuff. You know, just STUFF in general. Like now, i really want a lomo camera. I want it so badly that i created fake photos that supposedly have the 'lomo effect'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Original ---&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTf711OGlwg/R7nDt1iWs6I/AAAAAAAAAto/8eiGbtOjJI8/s1600-h/P1011471.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTf711OGlwg/R7nDt1iWs6I/AAAAAAAAAto/8eiGbtOjJI8/s400/P1011471.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168377239617057698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fake lomo---&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTf711OGlwg/R7nB8liWs2I/AAAAAAAAAtI/yqNMHiEZux0/s1600-h/P1011471lomo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTf711OGlwg/R7nB8liWs2I/AAAAAAAAAtI/yqNMHiEZux0/s400/P1011471lomo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168375293996872546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Original--&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTf711OGlwg/R7nDYliWs5I/AAAAAAAAAtg/5mr8Hp6Ihao/s1600-h/P1011472.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTf711OGlwg/R7nDYliWs5I/AAAAAAAAAtg/5mr8Hp6Ihao/s400/P1011472.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168376874544837522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fake lomo--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTf711OGlwg/R7nB9ViWs3I/AAAAAAAAAtQ/S7BpfmRb-KU/s1600-h/P1011472lomo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTf711OGlwg/R7nB9ViWs3I/AAAAAAAAAtQ/S7BpfmRb-KU/s400/P1011472lomo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168375306881774450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you dunno what lomography is, check it out &lt;a href="http://shop.lomography.com/lca+/index.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Yes i'm telling you i'm very bratty. These are the frivolous kinda stuff that i always want, just to entertain myself now and then. I am not ashamed to admit it adds no economic value to my life or whatsoever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24114090-5009234143186948047?l=jloldblog3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jloldblog3.blogspot.com/feeds/5009234143186948047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24114090&amp;postID=5009234143186948047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24114090/posts/default/5009234143186948047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24114090/posts/default/5009234143186948047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jloldblog3.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-want-lomo-cam.html' title='i want a lomo cam!!!'/><author><name>dara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009847531944153198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTf711OGlwg/R7nDt1iWs6I/AAAAAAAAAto/8eiGbtOjJI8/s72-c/P1011471.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24114090.post-8475128248693656879</id><published>2008-02-17T01:57:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:03:55.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vday 2008!</title><content type='html'>This shall be a regular photo entry for once. Valentine's day 2008 woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTf711OGlwg/R7ck7ViWsgI/AAAAAAAAAqY/QAk0jjBLwZA/s1600-h/P1011452.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTf711OGlwg/R7ck7ViWsgI/AAAAAAAAAqY/QAk0jjBLwZA/s400/P1011452.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167639699243053570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me. Sorry the mirror is very dirty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTf711OGlwg/R7ck7liWshI/AAAAAAAAAqg/SY9v0tUQ-eY/s1600-h/P1011453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTf711OGlwg/R7ck7liWshI/AAAAAAAAAqg/SY9v0tUQ-eY/s400/P1011453.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167639703538020882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dondon's present. A nicely decorated notebook, love bear (i have another one as well), and some obligatory vday chocs. I was supposed to write some stuff in the book but i haven't so it's still sitting on my desk now. He gave me an obligatory rose. Yes simple stuff, but we are poor *sniffs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTf711OGlwg/R7ck8FiWsiI/AAAAAAAAAqo/CYLKct3G27o/s1600-h/P1011454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTf711OGlwg/R7ck8FiWsiI/AAAAAAAAAqo/CYLKct3G27o/s400/P1011454.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167639712127955490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We decided to 'save money' and have a quiet picnic by the reservoir, but ended up spending quite a lot of food. Oh well. Still a little less than a good and crowded commercialized restaurant. At least we didn't have to pay stupid GST and service charge to lousy service staff.&lt;br /&gt;Update: Opps. I forgot i already paid GST for the groceries. Do'h!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTf711OGlwg/R7ck81iWsjI/AAAAAAAAAqw/gwBvhYs3JsU/s1600-h/P1011455.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTf711OGlwg/R7ck81iWsjI/AAAAAAAAAqw/gwBvhYs3JsU/s400/P1011455.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167639725012857394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See! All my favourite food! Smoke salmon, nice and fresh crispy bread, fresh lettuce, sweet cherry tomatoes, chunky campbell potato soup, crackers for the soup, honey dijon kettle chips, bunch of grapes, red wine from my last birthday, and chocolate chip cookie dough ben and jerry's ice cream (not shown in pic). These are also the things you should lay out on my funeral! Oh and sushi if you please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTf711OGlwg/R7ck9ViWskI/AAAAAAAAAq4/kpqf0xAfPDU/s1600-h/P1011456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTf711OGlwg/R7ck9ViWskI/AAAAAAAAAq4/kpqf0xAfPDU/s400/P1011456.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167639733602792002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me trying to act glam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTf711OGlwg/R7cn41iWslI/AAAAAAAAArA/wrECZMbTyAE/s1600-h/P1011457.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTf711OGlwg/R7cn41iWslI/AAAAAAAAArA/wrECZMbTyAE/s400/P1011457.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167642954828264018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Smoked salmon and bread. Lettuce and tomatoes on their way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTf711OGlwg/R7cn5liWsmI/AAAAAAAAArI/rbSFzjqb4-0/s1600-h/P1011458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTf711OGlwg/R7cn5liWsmI/AAAAAAAAArI/rbSFzjqb4-0/s400/P1011458.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167642967713165922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tadaa!! Bread turned out to be too thick...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTf711OGlwg/R7cn6ViWsoI/AAAAAAAAArY/P6p34OEc0ow/s1600-h/P1011460.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTf711OGlwg/R7cn6ViWsoI/AAAAAAAAArY/P6p34OEc0ow/s400/P1011460.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167642980598067842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...so i just ate with one slice. Haha! Play cheat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTf711OGlwg/R7cs6FiWsvI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/bkbkASW8owA/s1600-h/P1011469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTf711OGlwg/R7cs6FiWsvI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/bkbkASW8owA/s400/P1011469.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167648473861239538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTf711OGlwg/R7cs61iWswI/AAAAAAAAAsY/PogoKmUOKIU/s1600-h/P1011471.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTf711OGlwg/R7cs61iWswI/AAAAAAAAAsY/PogoKmUOKIU/s400/P1011471.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167648486746141442" 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/_ZTf711OGlwg/R7cn51iWsnI/AAAAAAAAArQ/RAkMz1Diar8/s1600-h/P1011459.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTf711OGlwg/R7cn51iWsnI/AAAAAAAAArQ/RAkMz1Diar8/s400/P1011459.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167642972008133234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chunky soup. I had the privilege of using a 'brandon' spoon, with smiley faces :) :) ("nah! you can use my spoon!")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTf711OGlwg/R7cn6liWspI/AAAAAAAAArg/Jy6uMODLQjA/s1600-h/P1011461.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTf711OGlwg/R7cn6liWspI/AAAAAAAAArg/Jy6uMODLQjA/s400/P1011461.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167642984893035154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yummy chips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTf711OGlwg/R7cqiViWsqI/AAAAAAAAAro/4Eihd1bmJ2A/s1600-h/P1011462.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTf711OGlwg/R7cqiViWsqI/AAAAAAAAAro/4Eihd1bmJ2A/s400/P1011462.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167645866816090786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here, dondon is happily munching away and reaching for more food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTf711OGlwg/R7cqi1iWsrI/AAAAAAAAArw/3wkxd4qJroA/s1600-h/P1011463.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTf711OGlwg/R7cqi1iWsrI/AAAAAAAAArw/3wkxd4qJroA/s400/P1011463.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167645875406025394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Oh shit! Drip on my pants! Faster wipe!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTf711OGlwg/R7cqjFiWssI/AAAAAAAAAr4/T6nDk8JFVbQ/s1600-h/P1011464.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTf711OGlwg/R7cqjFiWssI/AAAAAAAAAr4/T6nDk8JFVbQ/s400/P1011464.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167645879700992706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Ahhhhh! Why cannot come off???!" *swipes furiously at stained pants*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTf711OGlwg/R7cqjliWstI/AAAAAAAAAsA/E2V3X-0Ev3Y/s1600-h/P1011465.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTf711OGlwg/R7cqjliWstI/AAAAAAAAAsA/E2V3X-0Ev3Y/s400/P1011465.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167645888290927314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Ah, forget it. Let the stain stay there lah. Jinling wipes her dirty hands on my jeans anyway. Wee let's have more food".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTf711OGlwg/R7cqkFiWsuI/AAAAAAAAAsI/tPG3bp8hsJ4/s1600-h/P1011468.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTf711OGlwg/R7cqkFiWsuI/AAAAAAAAAsI/tPG3bp8hsJ4/s400/P1011468.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167645896880861922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He tried to light up some atmospheric tea candles, but his romantic efforts were overcome by the strong wind :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTf711OGlwg/R7cs7ViWsxI/AAAAAAAAAsg/zq1uXSuM5nY/s1600-h/P1011470edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTf711OGlwg/R7cs7ViWsxI/AAAAAAAAAsg/zq1uXSuM5nY/s400/P1011470edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167648495336076050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a nice scenic picture, but my face is too fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTf711OGlwg/R7cumliWs0I/AAAAAAAAAs4/RzXUVL8Wypw/s1600-h/P1011474.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTf711OGlwg/R7cumliWs0I/AAAAAAAAAs4/RzXUVL8Wypw/s400/P1011474.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167650337877046082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The night starts to fall upon us... dondon points at the moon... cannot point hor! Your ears will get cut off you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTf711OGlwg/R7cs7liWsyI/AAAAAAAAAso/afX59HW2Vpg/s1600-h/P1011472.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTf711OGlwg/R7cs7liWsyI/AAAAAAAAAso/afX59HW2Vpg/s400/P1011472.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167648499631043362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTf711OGlwg/R7cs8FiWszI/AAAAAAAAAsw/E2pkUUDzZBI/s1600-h/P1011473.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTf711OGlwg/R7cs8FiWszI/AAAAAAAAAsw/E2pkUUDzZBI/s400/P1011473.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167648508220977970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Us! Dondond is so sweet, he bought all these food and prepared them by himself. Sometimes his attention to details amazes me. He thinks about tricks to keep the ice cream frozen for as long as possible, or how to peel lettuces properly so that they would remain in one piece for a pretty sandwich, or how he shouldn't cut the tomatoes first so that they would remain fresh. We even negotiated the optimal size, crunchiness, crispiness and fresh factor of the bread before buying. This makes up for his dislike for shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooooooh i almost forgot to mention this. Just when we were in the midst of munching away, dondon commented that sssscarrly later park authorities come and demand for a permit. I wouldn't be surprised, after all, you need permission for virtually almost anything in this land. Sure enough, the authorities van came strolling along our way and the uncle poked his head out. He surveyed our spread for the longest time, before asking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What's in the bottle?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dondon is an honest boy, he said "wine".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You cannot drink wine here. You must keep it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a guilty kid being discovered reading FHM by his mummy, we hastily hid the bottle away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh huh. I have no idea why i've got no rights to drink alcohol wherever i want. But according to dondon, you can only drink in areas which are permitted to sell alcohol. Hmmm. So next time you buy cheapo long island tea from 7-11, make sure you go to a coffee shop (that sells alcohol) then can drink leh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of vday adventure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTf711OGlwg/R7cunliWs1I/AAAAAAAAAtA/Q0nb3a78ksQ/s1600-h/P1011475.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTf711OGlwg/R7cunliWs1I/AAAAAAAAAtA/Q0nb3a78ksQ/s400/P1011475.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167650355056915282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We took this pic because i said i'd look better with a higher nose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24114090-8475128248693656879?l=jloldblog3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jloldblog3.blogspot.com/feeds/8475128248693656879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24114090&amp;postID=8475128248693656879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24114090/posts/default/8475128248693656879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24114090/posts/default/8475128248693656879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jloldblog3.blogspot.com/2008/02/vday-2008.html' title='Vday 2008!'/><author><name>dara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009847531944153198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTf711OGlwg/R7ck7ViWsgI/AAAAAAAAAqY/QAk0jjBLwZA/s72-c/P1011452.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24114090.post-6091191339683857089</id><published>2008-02-10T22:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T00:09:05.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i am an arrogant bitch</title><content type='html'>Usually i get a lot of friend request from strangers whom i'm sure are out to collect friends-in-name so that they don't look too loserish on facebook. I usually put them on hold, or on some days when i feel like i need more friends &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oh what the heck &lt;/span&gt;i'll just add them. Sometimes they really ARE my friends, i just forgot, or they have new fancy new angmo names which i don't recognize by. For example, i put dennis on hold for such a long time until i realized he's friends with gracepor lishilee and almost every person in hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this X seng X person added me on facebook. I saw that he's friends with dilys heng, so i thought hmm i must have known him, so i added him. But then... (I censored the image to preserve his modesty).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b96/aki_heartfelt/facebookweirdperson-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 636px; height: 455px;" src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b96/aki_heartfelt/facebookweirdperson-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, i means, reallys? I usually ignore such requests but it just happen i bored. So i replied his messages if he ok. I'm flattered that he wants to add me and get to know me better like a friend, but his facebook wall says he also added many people to get to know them better like a friend, so seems like i'm not his only friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, i'm so mean. But i find this very amusing. Ok lah maybe he just wants to know manymanymore female friends through facebook and msn loh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think the easy way out to make a 'friend' works?&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Even friendships are superficial now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24114090-6091191339683857089?l=jloldblog3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jloldblog3.blogspot.com/feeds/6091191339683857089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24114090&amp;postID=6091191339683857089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24114090/posts/default/6091191339683857089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24114090/posts/default/6091191339683857089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jloldblog3.blogspot.com/2008/02/blog-post.html' title='i am an arrogant bitch'/><author><name>dara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009847531944153198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24114090.post-4740190181846486914</id><published>2008-02-09T02:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T02:48:02.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'>more shopping money</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"You know my friend xxxx and xxxxxx are married now, xxxx gives xxxxxx allowance. Would you give me an allowance too next time?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Huh, you earn your own money lah, why need me to give you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;In other words, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"huh, who says i'm going to marry you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Uh huh. Very clever. It took me a while to realize the neutrality of this answer. I'm stupid lah. Oh no, another imperfecity! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&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/24114090-4740190181846486914?l=jloldblog3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jloldblog3.blogspot.com/feeds/4740190181846486914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24114090&amp;postID=4740190181846486914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24114090/posts/default/4740190181846486914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24114090/posts/default/4740190181846486914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jloldblog3.blogspot.com/2008/02/more-shopping-money.html' title='more shopping money'/><author><name>dara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009847531944153198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24114090.post-7790946426540820524</id><published>2008-02-08T15:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T15:53:39.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm imperfect!</title><content type='html'>!!!!!! I'm chickening out. I hate subjecting myself to such superficial judgment. If you think i'm not confident of myself, you right, because i'm not perfect. If you think nah they where got look for perfect people, you're wrong because they are. Where got so many perfect people in the world? There is. I told you, it's superficial. You just have to look as though you are perfect. My confidence level is dipping as i discover more traits about myself that makes me imperfect.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24114090-7790946426540820524?l=jloldblog3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jloldblog3.blogspot.com/feeds/7790946426540820524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24114090&amp;postID=7790946426540820524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24114090/posts/default/7790946426540820524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24114090/posts/default/7790946426540820524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jloldblog3.blogspot.com/2008/02/im-imperfect.html' title='i&apos;m imperfect!'/><author><name>dara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009847531944153198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24114090.post-7908712188445354816</id><published>2008-02-01T15:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T15:15:17.327+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fly Emirates</title><content type='html'>I caught the recruitment video for Emirates on youtube, and it's so enticing. Bad thing is you gotta relocate to Dubai, but hey they give you your own place to stay plus you don't have to pay taxes. Plusplus, most people there are foreigners anyway so you won't feel so much being left out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm attracted by Emirates now, but i think it's just the video =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24114090-7908712188445354816?l=jloldblog3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jloldblog3.blogspot.com/feeds/7908712188445354816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24114090&amp;postID=7908712188445354816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24114090/posts/default/7908712188445354816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24114090/posts/default/7908712188445354816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jloldblog3.blogspot.com/2008/02/fly-emirates.html' title='Fly Emirates'/><author><name>dara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009847531944153198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24114090.post-956420070587536167</id><published>2008-02-01T02:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T03:00:11.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'>am i wrong?</title><content type='html'>I always think that i'm correct and others are wrong since i'm the one who understands my own situation best. I often brush off what others tell me because i think they might not know what they're talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it looks like they may be right. I think i am the most confused one. 旁观者清， 当局者迷&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do i really have more happy times than the contrary? I said i do, to comfort tina more than myself. I think i'm unclear of what i want and what i want to achieve, and occasionally lapses into self-doubt. Sometimes i'm so unhappy, but there's nothing to do about it but to pretend to be happy. I told tina i haven't had a good day in the week. Did you notice? Wahaha i think i've developed an invincible talent of hiding unhappiness. I do notice that i whine more but when i look back, i hate my whining self so much i wish i could give this irritating person 2 tight slaps and stuff her mouth with chilli padi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24114090-956420070587536167?l=jloldblog3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jloldblog3.blogspot.com/feeds/956420070587536167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24114090&amp;postID=956420070587536167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24114090/posts/default/956420070587536167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24114090/posts/default/956420070587536167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jloldblog3.blogspot.com/2008/02/am-i-wrong.html' title='am i wrong?'/><author><name>dara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009847531944153198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24114090.post-3252996618856251704</id><published>2008-01-30T14:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T15:07:20.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no one wants to watch hall production isit??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Knock knock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"We're selling hall production tickets. By the way it's compulsory for all residents to attend and bring a friend along."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wtf. Hellooooo as a business team you are supposed to do your marketing and publicity to ensure enough people turn up, not make it compulsory for everyone to come. And must bring a friend somemore! Freaking ridiculous! I can already tell her not to count on that.  Besides, tickets are released to the public too, so if they are not going to put effort in pushing sales to the public instead, only half of the performance hall will be filled up loh.&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/24114090-3252996618856251704?l=jloldblog3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jloldblog3.blogspot.com/feeds/3252996618856251704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24114090&amp;postID=3252996618856251704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24114090/posts/default/3252996618856251704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24114090/posts/default/3252996618856251704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jloldblog3.blogspot.com/2008/01/no-one-wants-to-watch-hall-production.html' title='no one wants to watch hall production isit??'/><author><name>dara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009847531944153198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24114090.post-4061432401071295632</id><published>2008-01-29T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T21:47:57.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i do like being alone</title><content type='html'>Recently i realized i have a lot of peaceful "alone" time, where i just sit in my room blog stalking, making trinkets or reading. Not many people here left to disturb anymore, most of them have left hall or on exchange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do awfully enjoy these alone times though. Being able to do your own thing at your own time is such a privilege in hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you think i'm getting old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashley and i spotted a milo van at central forum at a distance, and we made a mad dash across the road to frantically grab a precious green paper cup each to fill them with brown chocolatey goodness. I was greedy, i refilled 4 cups of milo, and we both stood there, enjoying the moment despite being 10mins late for class. After that my stomach felt funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for 4 cups of chocolatey goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my lecture mates are mean. They pointed at me and said "chicken pox chicken pox" in the nyeah nyeah ni nyeah nyeah kinda tone. Dear aunt agony, i am a victim of school bully.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24114090-4061432401071295632?l=jloldblog3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jloldblog3.blogspot.com/feeds/4061432401071295632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24114090&amp;postID=4061432401071295632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24114090/posts/default/4061432401071295632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24114090/posts/default/4061432401071295632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jloldblog3.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-do-like-being-alone.html' title='i do like being alone'/><author><name>dara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009847531944153198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24114090.post-3431273265931591991</id><published>2008-01-27T17:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T17:54:01.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pox</title><content type='html'>I have just been rejected chicken pox immunity! The receptionist said it's too late to receive the jab cos the virus may be incubating already. She then happily quipped that it's ok if i get it cos the doctor will medicate me -_- My nephew is allowed to roam around the house despite his "disease" cos my mum claims that he is "active" and "will be bored if isolated in a room". Ok, i guess the danger of my sister and i getting chicken pox is far more acceptable than my nephew getting bored. He even came into my room when i wasn't around. I hope he is entertained enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah i feel the lousiest of the lousiest now. I watched this hk drama where some woman tried to rescue people from a car accident and got herself wounded. She later found out that one of the casualties had HIV and she might have been infected too. She lived the next few days of her life in fear and illusion. This is exactly how i'm feeling since friday!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at least her boyfriend was willing to accompany her to the doctor's. &gt;&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24114090-3431273265931591991?l=jloldblog3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jloldblog3.blogspot.com/feeds/3431273265931591991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24114090&amp;postID=3431273265931591991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24114090/posts/default/3431273265931591991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24114090/posts/default/3431273265931591991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jloldblog3.blogspot.com/2008/01/pox.html' title='pox'/><author><name>dara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009847531944153198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24114090.post-6370679749765683560</id><published>2008-01-26T10:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T10:41:33.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the irony of life</title><content type='html'>You see, i was sick, so i went home on friday afternoon instead of the usual saturday. But it so happened that my nephew who stays in my house most of the time, was diagnosed with chicken pox on friday night. Between the time i reached home and he reached the doctor, we were playing online mahjong together in close contact. Ahhhhhhh i tell you i've never gotten chicken pox in my life!!!!! Neither have my sisters, either we are immune or plain lucky that we never came across infected kids in our entire lives. My mum said that when we were young my neighbour had chicken pox, so she purposely brought us over to her house so that we could get infected and get it over and done with as kids. But apparently we were too strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that was then! This is now! I am already sick, my immune system has been severely disrupted. I came home to get better and now i might possibly have already been infected with worse! Ah, the irony of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, blue's clue! Here's the link to my new accessories blog where you can see my bags!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dancingardangel.livejournal.com/"&gt;dancingardangel.livejournal.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've changed site but lazy to update haha... my old site has a link too anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray for me hope i don't get chicken pox ok!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24114090-6370679749765683560?l=jloldblog3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jloldblog3.blogspot.com/feeds/6370679749765683560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24114090&amp;postID=6370679749765683560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24114090/posts/default/6370679749765683560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24114090/posts/default/6370679749765683560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jloldblog3.blogspot.com/2008/01/irony-of-life.html' title='the irony of life'/><author><name>dara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009847531944153198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24114090.post-5698476943623380952</id><published>2008-01-24T20:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T20:15:09.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ill</title><content type='html'>Ill i am. But dondon is here to give me big hugs to make me feel better. It's so nice to have him around :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24114090-5698476943623380952?l=jloldblog3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jloldblog3.blogspot.com/feeds/5698476943623380952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24114090&amp;postID=5698476943623380952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24114090/posts/default/5698476943623380952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24114090/posts/default/5698476943623380952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jloldblog3.blogspot.com/2008/01/ill.html' title='ill'/><author><name>dara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009847531944153198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24114090.post-7956999308287054659</id><published>2008-01-20T02:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T02:59:52.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you know who you are</title><content type='html'>Some of my friends who say "fuck" a lot has re-entered my life after a short break. Under the constant "fucking hell!", "fuck!", "fuck you!"s and the same kind, i've started to find myself silently cursing "fuck!" in my mind when something goes wrong. F***!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24114090-7956999308287054659?l=jloldblog3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jloldblog3.blogspot.com/feeds/7956999308287054659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24114090&amp;postID=7956999308287054659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24114090/posts/default/7956999308287054659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24114090/posts/default/7956999308287054659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jloldblog3.blogspot.com/2008/01/you-know-who-you-are.html' title='you know who you are'/><author><name>dara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009847531944153198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24114090.post-7130602848803279013</id><published>2008-01-20T02:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T02:33:44.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'>boys are stupid thow rocks at them</title><content type='html'>Wah lau eh SOMEONE told me that he and a bunch of friends played "never have i ever" and found out many of the guys cheated on their girlfriends before. He said "you're so lucky loh your boyfriend never cheats on you". HELLO is that really what you think??? That i'm lucky cos my bf never cheat on me wtf so is cheating normal???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24114090-7130602848803279013?l=jloldblog3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jloldblog3.blogspot.com/feeds/7130602848803279013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24114090&amp;postID=7130602848803279013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24114090/posts/default/7130602848803279013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24114090/posts/default/7130602848803279013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jloldblog3.blogspot.com/2008/01/boys-are-stupid-thow-rocks-at-them.html' title='boys are stupid thow rocks at them'/><author><name>dara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009847531944153198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24114090.post-6179168295619939485</id><published>2008-01-16T02:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T03:05:04.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm depressed. save meeee</title><content type='html'>Aiya. I wonder how long more i'll keep feeling like this. Stagnant and the need to move somewhere in life. I suspect that i'm depressed cos i have absolutely got no interest plus nothing to look forward to in the near future (my near future means like next 3 months or so). I'M DEPRESSED! I'm not even looking forward to Dance Uncensored which must be the most exciting thing already. I'm one of those people who live lives looking forward to the next thing worth looking forward to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh dondon says he'll bring me to T3 this week i'm actually quite looking forward to it. Dondon is the 2nd nicest person to me in the world (1st is my mummy lah). Sushi sashimi and soba makes me excited too. But that's about all, really. I'm still convinced that i'm depressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've finally gotten all 5 modules, 2 of them are back ups cos i didn't manage to win the bids :( Hmph. Ok but at least i get to graduate now. Taking many classes with keelong the gay pornstar and ashley the bimbo, they can't stop talking about sex in class. College students are all sex-crazed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24114090-6179168295619939485?l=jloldblog3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jloldblog3.blogspot.com/feeds/6179168295619939485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24114090&amp;postID=6179168295619939485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24114090/posts/default/6179168295619939485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24114090/posts/default/6179168295619939485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jloldblog3.blogspot.com/2008/01/im-depressed-save-meeee.html' title='i&apos;m depressed. save meeee'/><author><name>dara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009847531944153198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24114090.post-402612153342621544</id><published>2008-01-10T14:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T14:53:47.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bidding madess</title><content type='html'>Why is it that i'm having so much trouble bidding for my modules just when i'm in my last semester? Rarrrrrrrr! And why are all the modules so expensive???????? Liddat i cannot graduate you know! There's this crazy fellow, he already threw in 2016 points for one module. When i refreshed the screen, the figure became 2216. !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! got difference or not you tell me!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24114090-402612153342621544?l=jloldblog3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jloldblog3.blogspot.com/feeds/402612153342621544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24114090&amp;postID=402612153342621544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24114090/posts/default/402612153342621544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24114090/posts/default/402612153342621544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jloldblog3.blogspot.com/2008/01/bidding-madess.html' title='bidding madess'/><author><name>dara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009847531944153198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24114090.post-4612514496687728597</id><published>2008-01-05T15:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:03:55.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i miss my lecturer</title><content type='html'>I am shameless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's this module i took last sem which i didn't go for most of the classes. Some nights ago i dreamt of the lecturer as a dashing judo instructor (i told tina about this), and now i missed him so much i wanna take his continuing module this sem. But i have no face to see him cos i never took his last module seriously. Plus this one got no chance to SU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha! Anyway dondon is back, having conquered this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTf711OGlwg/R38vhjZ9z-I/AAAAAAAAAqA/pxGF3-LBbl8/s1600-h/ao+tai+na.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTf711OGlwg/R38vhjZ9z-I/AAAAAAAAAqA/pxGF3-LBbl8/s400/ao+tai+na.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151888752221474786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm not sure which one of the peaks but she's called Ao Tai Na. Apparently this mountain has a sister called Ao Tai Mei. Her mum is Ao Tai Ma and the dad is Ao Tai something. They are a family of mountains!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay dondonisbackdondonisbackdondonisbackdondonisbackdondonisback. I behave like a baby in front of him sometimes but he lets me. I better not do that too often.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24114090-4612514496687728597?l=jloldblog3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jloldblog3.blogspot.com/feeds/4612514496687728597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24114090&amp;postID=4612514496687728597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24114090/posts/default/4612514496687728597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24114090/posts/default/4612514496687728597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jloldblog3.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-miss-my-lecturer.html' title='i miss my lecturer'/><author><name>dara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009847531944153198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTf711OGlwg/R38vhjZ9z-I/AAAAAAAAAqA/pxGF3-LBbl8/s72-c/ao+tai+na.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24114090.post-5229968705985312969</id><published>2008-01-02T13:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T13:44:41.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'>smug retail assistant</title><content type='html'>Haha! Have you ever had this feeling when you encounter a haughty person, but have no idea what this person has to be arrogant about? I met one in &lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/runwaycity"&gt;runwaycity&lt;/a&gt;, an online community where people post their recent fashion buys and recommend   shopping places. I posted my very proud purchase of my new small Guess handbag which was on 50% DISCOUNT!!! Woohoo discounts are the greatest. Pear bought one after me too! :) And i commented that despite the big sale where everyone tramples over and throws around the handbags on the sales rack, i was happy that they still had new pieces hidden in the storeroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN this funny person came up and said "New pieces from the store aren't much better than those displayed. We trample all over them esp when everything's in a mess and that usually happens during sales. Personally, I think your bag looks tacky."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How dare she thinks my bag is tacky! It's on 50% DISCOUNT ok and it's not tacky cos i bought it and if i bought it means it's the best thing in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i said "I don't see how u can do that except if you get to trample in the storeroom and unwrap all their goods. I meant "new pieces" by what people usually know of "new pieces". Personally, i like my bag! :)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i already know that she probably works there. And true enough, "Needless to say, I know because I work there (:"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until here, i'm already feeling a bit confused. Do you too feel the smugness in her? I mean, er ok you work in Guess probably 12 hours a day 6 days a week drawing a salary of slightly more than a thousand (just an estimation based on retail). What do you have to be so proud about? I would if i design the bags and make decisions that gives me a 5-figure sum and share the profits of the company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I replied "oh dear that has certainly damaged my impression of the quality of Guess' goods and service personnels! Maybe i should ask them about it. At least my new piece(or so i thought) was sealed and looks fine though..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she further confirmed her lack of qualifications to be arrogant "Nah, it's not only Guess. Happens everywhere. Apparently, you haven't been a retail assistant before. I only brought this up because consumers always seem to have the misconception that "new pieces" from the store is always "better" in every way and it just makes them so happy when they get a "new" piece from store haha it's really funny."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i were her, the only reason i'd be this smug will probably be cos all my friends work in Giordano or HangTen but i get to sell clothes in Guess and trample over the goods! I am so proud!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway i said "nope i haven't and i never want to be one. rather be on the buying side. hmm well i guess but customers aren't as stupid as you think because we do check these "new pieces" before purchase and mine was obviously "newer" than the worn out one on display."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll see if she replies haha... I know, bitch fest! And you wonder why the standard of retail service in Singapore is like shit? It's pretty obvious, really. So now make sure your "new piece" is really "new" and don't be too overjoyed about it ok if not the retail assistants will think you're funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24114090-5229968705985312969?l=jloldblog3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jloldblog3.blogspot.com/feeds/5229968705985312969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24114090&amp;postID=5229968705985312969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24114090/posts/default/5229968705985312969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24114090/posts/default/5229968705985312969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jloldblog3.blogspot.com/2008/01/smug-retail-assistant.html' title='smug retail assistant'/><author><name>dara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009847531944153198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24114090.post-4252978195712109090</id><published>2007-12-29T00:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T01:13:58.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My grades are a wonder!</title><content type='html'>I must be getting Cs for my final papers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because despite been doing okayish well for my midterms and essays, with As and B+s (or B++ in one case), bell-curve standard somemore ok! I end up getting Bs and below for these final grades. I even tried being a nerd by going to the library to study, and made sure someone signs attendance for me for tutorials that i didn't go. My attendance (and diligence!) is A++++++!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so lousy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then let's look at my religion module. I was preparing to SU it so i skipped half of my tutorials and didn't bother to say anything in my group presentation. I must have gotten a C for class participation. I took 1 day to read through my big textbook for finals but i must have gotten an A for the paper cos i got a B as a final grade! C+A divide by 2 = B right? Shit i should have banked in on this module and made sure i go for tutorials!!! AAAArggghhhhhhhh!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's such history for me to score well for modules i don't study much for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok those modules that i B in midterms still B in the end lah. Whatever. Now you know my lousy CAP. And the amazing thing is i never fail to maintain this shitty CAP in all semesters despite the wide range of modules, degree of freedom (means how much time i have to study), and amount of effort i put in. That is why i persistently wonder if profs mark papers properly or just burn them and go for a holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i'll just slack around next sem and see what happens! whee hee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24114090-4252978195712109090?l=jloldblog3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jloldblog3.blogspot.com/feeds/4252978195712109090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24114090&amp;postID=4252978195712109090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24114090/posts/default/4252978195712109090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24114090/posts/default/4252978195712109090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jloldblog3.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-grades-are-wonder.html' title='My grades are a wonder!'/><author><name>dara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009847531944153198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24114090.post-5628752341042804031</id><published>2007-12-25T17:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T17:27:45.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'>how does she know that you really really truly love her</title><content type='html'>One of the favourite lines of the people in my teevee goes something like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the more you try to protect yourself, the more you're going to hurt your partner&lt;/span&gt;. I think that's kinda true. But each time i get hurt, the protective layer around me gets much thicker. That's how i am. I see that love has a prisoner's dilemma too! You don't wanna love the other person more than he loves you because you don't wanna lose. But do you know how much he loves you in the first place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiya. I miss dondon :( And it's only the first dayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24114090-5628752341042804031?l=jloldblog3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jloldblog3.blogspot.com/feeds/5628752341042804031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24114090&amp;postID=5628752341042804031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24114090/posts/default/5628752341042804031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24114090/posts/default/5628752341042804031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jloldblog3.blogspot.com/2007/12/how-does-she-know-that-you-really.html' title='how does she know that you really really truly love her'/><author><name>dara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009847531944153198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24114090.post-4161685777105119560</id><published>2007-12-24T15:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T15:54:23.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ANGRY!</title><content type='html'>Merry Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dondon will be away on Christmas all the way after new year's day. That's kinda sad. But i'm even sadder that i won't even get to say bye to him. Was supposed to meet on sunday, i purposely told lish i won't make it for the second caroling session, but turns out that we couldn't meet cos he was busy packing. Promised to meet this early afternoon... he didn't pick up my call cos was still sleeping. Now it's too late to see him cos i already promised lish to go for today's session, which i know she'll need people for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know i totally sound like a schoolgirl complaining about her boyfwen but my boyfwen rarr i'm so angry with him sometimes. I often think if he cares why doesn't he even try to make the effort to do this and that and this and that but sometimes that's really unfair to him cos of my numerous expectations. Can we really force someone to meet our own expectations? I know i don't measure up to some of his expectations as well. Too bad we just have to feel disappointed with each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i realize i only blog about him when i'm feeling angry. There are many more happy times with dondon just that i don't blog about them. Sometimes when i write about sad stuff some people think we are going to break up. But you know we really are not. Dondon is a great guy but i'm angry at him now. HMMMMMMMMPH!!!!!! You don't care that i care that you don't care!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye i'm going for caroling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24114090-4161685777105119560?l=jloldblog3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jloldblog3.blogspot.com/feeds/4161685777105119560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24114090&amp;postID=4161685777105119560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24114090/posts/default/4161685777105119560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24114090/posts/default/4161685777105119560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jloldblog3.blogspot.com/2007/12/angry.html' title='ANGRY!'/><author><name>dara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009847531944153198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24114090.post-456802614879531302</id><published>2007-12-23T00:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T00:50:40.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gee, you old design.</title><content type='html'>You know what i used to be very proud of my sites and banners. Not that i designed them from scratch but at least i started from the simplest template and added and edited pictures and colours and fonts myself. I used to think they were perfect for me, you know, being pinkish and all. But now they all look absolutely childish to me, i dislike them so much that it freaks me out. Especially my HoneyMilkTea site now which is only 7 months old. Gee. I guess i get tired of my own designs fast. Gee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24114090-456802614879531302?l=jloldblog3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jloldblog3.blogspot.com/feeds/456802614879531302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24114090&amp;postID=456802614879531302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24114090/posts/default/456802614879531302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24114090/posts/default/456802614879531302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jloldblog3.blogspot.com/2007/12/gee-you-old-design.html' title='gee, you old design.'/><author><name>dara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009847531944153198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24114090.post-5448605704671535988</id><published>2007-12-18T17:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T17:12:36.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm feeling more and more tired</title><content type='html'>Always feel like i'm the only one making the effort. Very tired. Feel like taking a rest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24114090-5448605704671535988?l=jloldblog3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jloldblog3.blogspot.com/feeds/5448605704671535988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24114090&amp;postID=5448605704671535988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24114090/posts/default/5448605704671535988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24114090/posts/default/5448605704671535988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jloldblog3.blogspot.com/2007/12/im-feeling-more-and-more-tired.html' title='i&apos;m feeling more and more tired'/><author><name>dara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009847531944153198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24114090.post-1558389608979321350</id><published>2007-12-12T02:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T02:52:31.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unfulfilling life</title><content type='html'>Have you ever felt like, you want something to happen REAL bad, that you can't wait for the time to come. You tell yourself if it happens your life would be perfect. But when the time really came you start to feel like it's no big deal after all. You feel pretty much like before anything happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward to something big. Like LIFE CHANGING big. But i'm pretty sure i'll be disappointed again if it happens. Man, i'm too used to disappointments because i get my hopes up all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although i still hope it happens. And part of the reason is that i'm feeling so stuck in my life with no advancements and absolutely nothing to look forward to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want something wonderful to happen!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24114090-1558389608979321350?l=jloldblog3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jloldblog3.blogspot.com/feeds/1558389608979321350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24114090&amp;postID=1558389608979321350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24114090/posts/default/1558389608979321350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24114090/posts/default/1558389608979321350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jloldblog3.blogspot.com/2007/12/unfulfilling-life.html' title='Unfulfilling life'/><author><name>dara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009847531944153198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24114090.post-5728861350405815275</id><published>2007-11-30T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T23:54:12.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Realisation of the day</title><content type='html'>During the times when i tell you that sociology is fun and interesting, they're probably times when i have nothing better to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came across this passage in my sociology reading and now i'm glad i chose econs over soci.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Not exact quote: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It is a failure by conventional economists to treat capital as a material category of things, or as money, which accords to it no special properties that would explain social formation.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What is capital then? If it is not just production of goods or money? According to Marx, capital is used to set into motion a process of continuous transformation of capital-as-money into capital-as-commodities followed by a re-transformation of capital-as-commodities into capital-as-more-money. This is the famous M-C-M' formula, a repetitive, expansive cycle which 'capital' manifests iteself.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOKAY. Like wow. According to some huge ass sociologist, capital is seriously a dynamic process which goes round and round without dying off, while producing more money at the same time! Not just like, MONEY, ya know. Butbut, this process sounds familiar.... Gasp! Does it vaguely resemble... the MULTIPLIER?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My readings are full of shit. I also can come up with a theory that actually leeches on another theory just that i beat around the bush a little more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24114090-5728861350405815275?l=jloldblog3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jloldblog3.blogspot.com/feeds/5728861350405815275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24114090&amp;postID=5728861350405815275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24114090/posts/default/5728861350405815275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24114090/posts/default/5728861350405815275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jloldblog3.blogspot.com/2007/11/realisation-of-day.html' title='Realisation of the day'/><author><name>dara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009847531944153198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24114090.post-6331870670789092143</id><published>2007-11-27T11:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T12:28:49.352+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't believe i'm sick</title><content type='html'>I've never felt worse in my life. I don't even know what's wrong with me. My head is positively spinning, and i feel like my chest is stuffed with lots of cotton wool, makes me wanna puke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And THEN i have exams at 5pm later, and i made dondon mad at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up in the middle of last night and sat at the toilet bowl for the longest time... haha... I felt so ready to puke but on the other hand i was so scared that i'll faint in the cubicle and no one will ever find me! So i went out to the corridor and squatted there instead. Haha... somehow squatting is a good way to relieve dizziness cos i somehow felt better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scary!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24114090-6331870670789092143?l=jloldblog3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jloldblog3.blogspot.com/feeds/6331870670789092143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24114090&amp;postID=6331870670789092143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24114090/posts/default/6331870670789092143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24114090/posts/default/6331870670789092143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jloldblog3.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-cant-believe-im-sick.html' title='I can&apos;t believe i&apos;m sick'/><author><name>dara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009847531944153198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24114090.post-840089806179348059</id><published>2007-11-25T15:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T20:28:02.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i need to constantly remind myself of the cake story</title><content type='html'>Ohmigosh i'm so used to being disappointed that i'm now expecting to get disappointed. Even my actions are decided upon an anticipation of disappointments.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24114090-840089806179348059?l=jloldblog3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jloldblog3.blogspot.com/feeds/840089806179348059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24114090&amp;postID=840089806179348059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24114090/posts/default/840089806179348059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24114090/posts/default/840089806179348059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jloldblog3.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-need-to-constantly-remind-myself-of.html' title='i need to constantly remind myself of the cake story'/><author><name>dara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009847531944153198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24114090.post-125785911242854819</id><published>2007-11-21T02:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:03:56.304+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All i want for Christmas....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTf711OGlwg/R0MuOemUE1I/AAAAAAAAAng/FHEmsdybGsg/s1600-h/psplite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTf711OGlwg/R0MuOemUE1I/AAAAAAAAAng/FHEmsdybGsg/s400/psplite.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134998826399306578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So pretty!! I need a PSP right now! Look at the range of colours! I swear it's specially to attract stupid girls who buys gadgets because they are aesthetically appealing (ya girls like me). But look they come in my favourite colours! I want to get one which is pink in front and lavender at the back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24114090-125785911242854819?l=jloldblog3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jloldblog3.blogspot.com/feeds/125785911242854819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24114090&amp;postID=125785911242854819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24114090/posts/default/125785911242854819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24114090/posts/default/125785911242854819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jloldblog3.blogspot.com/2007/11/all-i-want-for-christmas.html' title='All i want for Christmas....'/><author><name>dara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009847531944153198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTf711OGlwg/R0MuOemUE1I/AAAAAAAAAng/FHEmsdybGsg/s72-c/psplite.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24114090.post-8120111105122548957</id><published>2007-11-17T12:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T12:37:14.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'>why do i try so hard</title><content type='html'>If i put a delicious piece of cake on the table, and i want you to eat it. Seeing you eat it will make me happy cos i know it's delicious. But there's really no point in forcing you to eat just to make myself feel happy, because you derive absolutely no pleasure from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i don't have to try so hard. Maybe it's not the end that counts but the experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the cake is left by itself it'll gradually disintegrate and disappear. But at least you were happy while it was there even though you didn't get to eat it in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake up jin a ling!!! There's more to life!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24114090-8120111105122548957?l=jloldblog3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jloldblog3.blogspot.com/feeds/8120111105122548957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24114090&amp;postID=8120111105122548957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24114090/posts/default/8120111105122548957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24114090/posts/default/8120111105122548957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jloldblog3.blogspot.com/2007/11/why-do-i-try-so-hard.html' title='why do i try so hard'/><author><name>dara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009847531944153198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24114090.post-46249245199298383</id><published>2007-11-08T02:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T02:11:51.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'>whoa econs....</title><content type='html'>When i flip the Financial Times, i see fragments of phrases and stories i actually recognize. When people discuss THE sub-prime mortgage problem/what happens when &lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;THE Ben Bernanke said something/over-heating of THE China economy, i actually know what they're talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah.... that is when i'm glad i majored in Economics even though i would never make a career out of it. It's like i'm in the loop of big things that really happen in the world! I know, totally bimbotic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;h1 style="font-weight: normal;" class="firstHeading"&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24114090-46249245199298383?l=jloldblog3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jloldblog3.blogspot.com/feeds/46249245199298383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24114090&amp;postID=46249245199298383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24114090/posts/default/46249245199298383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24114090/posts/default/46249245199298383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jloldblog3.blogspot.com/2007/11/whoa-econs.html' title='whoa econs....'/><author><name>dara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009847531944153198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24114090.post-7577422284619169096</id><published>2007-10-29T13:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T13:35:19.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who is Lawrence?</title><content type='html'>Good guess nooj, but no he is not a metaphor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is tall, dark, handsome, intelligent, rich, kind, sweet, and all the good qualities you can think of. He is also a medicine student who will graduate when i feel like it. On some days, i feel like he's already a doctor who has saved 156 lives, but then he would be too busy and defeat the purpose of his existence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So where is he from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lawrence is from this place called 'my imagination'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24114090-7577422284619169096?l=jloldblog3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jloldblog3.blogspot.com/feeds/7577422284619169096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24114090&amp;postID=7577422284619169096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24114090/posts/default/7577422284619169096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24114090/posts/default/7577422284619169096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jloldblog3.blogspot.com/2007/10/who-is-lawrence.html' title='Who is Lawrence?'/><author><name>dara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009847531944153198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24114090.post-1819360814807570979</id><published>2007-10-28T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T23:17:26.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bravo</title><content type='html'>I'm getting very frustrated. I've learn not to take your words too seriously and not to have too high expectations of you. But even as my expectations are as low as it can get, you still managed to disappoint me. Bravo. From the little attention i deserved it has become micro-mini-minuscule.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24114090-1819360814807570979?l=jloldblog3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jloldblog3.blogspot.com/feeds/1819360814807570979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24114090&amp;postID=1819360814807570979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24114090/posts/default/1819360814807570979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24114090/posts/default/1819360814807570979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jloldblog3.blogspot.com/2007/10/bravo.html' title='Bravo'/><author><name>dara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009847531944153198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24114090.post-2352578091706912695</id><published>2007-10-27T13:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T13:46:39.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:D</title><content type='html'>I bumped into small steph a while ago and she told me i looked great on stage at Cultural Night, that the programmes were very enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sweet! :) She totally brightened up my day :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, i know some people did try to convey the same things to me that night, using phrases like "solid lah!"/"goodgood"/"like pageant dance" etc. which i'm also very appreciative of. But no one can say it as sincerely as steph! haha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24114090-2352578091706912695?l=jloldblog3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jloldblog3.blogspot.com/feeds/2352578091706912695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24114090&amp;postID=2352578091706912695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24114090/posts/default/2352578091706912695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24114090/posts/default/2352578091706912695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jloldblog3.blogspot.com/2007/10/d.html' title=':D'/><author><name>dara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009847531944153198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24114090.post-4669903036331132008</id><published>2007-10-26T20:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T20:23:29.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'>runaway...</title><content type='html'>I wanna elope and run away with Lawrence. Maybe we'll find a nice clean beach, set up a beach house and live there happily ever after. We'll still be rich cos many people will come and stay at our beach house. I will wear a bikini and go baywatching everyday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24114090-4669903036331132008?l=jloldblog3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jloldblog3.blogspot.com/feeds/4669903036331132008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24114090&amp;postID=4669903036331132008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24114090/posts/default/4669903036331132008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24114090/posts/default/4669903036331132008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jloldblog3.blogspot.com/2007/10/runaway.html' title='runaway...'/><author><name>dara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009847531944153198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24114090.post-6861879960953665783</id><published>2007-10-23T13:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:03:56.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sea of marshmallows</title><content type='html'>I was reading a travel blog with lotsa pictures and one of them featured a view from the window of a plane where you see a sea of marshmallows!! (clouds lah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTf711OGlwg/Rx2KKJX4sHI/AAAAAAAAAjg/lHgCtoTyOWQ/s1600-h/sea+of+marshmallows.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTf711OGlwg/Rx2KKJX4sHI/AAAAAAAAAjg/lHgCtoTyOWQ/s400/sea+of+marshmallows.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124403857936920690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It reminded me of how much i loved window seats on a plane. The view eases my nervousness as the plane takes off (ya i &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sorta&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;get nervous&lt;/span&gt;.....).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i was thinking, is it possible to request for a window seat if i check in early? Can i chope any particular seat i want like in the cinemas? Can right!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love reading travel blogs full of pictures. I swear one day i'll be blogging about how-i-flew-from-London-to-Paris-to-Amsterdam-to-101-other-places too! &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24114090-6861879960953665783?l=jloldblog3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jloldblog3.blogspot.com/feeds/6861879960953665783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24114090&amp;postID=6861879960953665783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24114090/posts/default/6861879960953665783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24114090/posts/default/6861879960953665783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jloldblog3.blogspot.com/2007/10/sea-of-marshmallows.html' title='sea of marshmallows'/><author><name>dara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009847531944153198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTf711OGlwg/Rx2KKJX4sHI/AAAAAAAAAjg/lHgCtoTyOWQ/s72-c/sea+of+marshmallows.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24114090.post-6098035521000603832</id><published>2007-10-22T04:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T04:26:16.154+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i like my blog</title><content type='html'>See, there are many different kinds of blogs in the world (or cyberworld).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Commonly, many blogs are filled with an average of 581 pictures on every single 21st birthdays, class outings, OG outings, shopping with BFFs etc.... you get what i mean. These are usually the blogs which will capture the most readership, including mine. But obviously, i do not have the time and patience to conjure such entries in this blog anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or, some blogs are filled with philosophies of life and poems of deep literature. Nope, not me either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogshops? I have one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i were younger with a much more restricted set of vocabulary and more time to waste, i might have created entries that record every single detail of my life. Eg. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2day i got maths class. i dun like maths the teacher miss tan ish veli boring de lah. after class i went out wif my darling sweet boy dondon 2 eat lunch. we went hougang mall. at 1st he cannot decide whether 2 eat laksa, chicken rice, or pork chop. in the end, i sae i wan chicken chop den he oso order chicken chop liao. hee. my darling boy ish so cute. i lurve euu deepdeep 4eva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Thus apparently, recent entries of this blog are only of random musings. If you think by reading my blog you have read my entire life, then, please take a moment to laugh at yourself.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&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/24114090-6098035521000603832?l=jloldblog3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jloldblog3.blogspot.com/feeds/6098035521000603832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24114090&amp;postID=6098035521000603832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24114090/posts/default/6098035521000603832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24114090/posts/default/6098035521000603832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jloldblog3.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-like-my-blog.html' title='i like my blog'/><author><name>dara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009847531944153198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24114090.post-2789798135549854033</id><published>2007-10-11T01:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T01:41:41.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello, stranger</title><content type='html'>The most pointless question in the world is to ask "Don't you wanna know what's wrong with me?" It's so pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i wanna fade away so badly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24114090-2789798135549854033?l=jloldblog3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jloldblog3.blogspot.com/feeds/2789798135549854033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24114090&amp;postID=2789798135549854033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24114090/posts/default/2789798135549854033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24114090/posts/default/2789798135549854033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jloldblog3.blogspot.com/2007/10/hello-stranger.html' title='Hello, stranger'/><author><name>dara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009847531944153198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24114090.post-5255236347979522689</id><published>2007-10-10T11:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T12:24:54.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'>!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>OK i'm usually happy and love the world but maybe cos i'm in a PMSy ranty mood now RARRRR some people just make me SOOOOOOO.....................!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, if i'm feeling !!!!!!! towards you, i'll be very sarcastic and make you feel embarrassed. However, because some people are just so !!!!!!, they look like they don't feel a slight embarrassment at all, while carrying on their !!!!!!! attitude. Let me tell you about them, but not too blatantly. If you're curious, you can ask me about it. If you're reading this and wondering if you're one of those !!!!!! people i'm talking about, you're probably not, because !!!!!!!! people will never suspect they might be wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) In a brief description, you keep asking things/favours from me, on the(your) basis that you'll always support me and that we are good friends, which i think we aren't, because good friends don't take advantage of each other. And you think i dunno why you want me as your 'good friend'? Fine, i'm a nice girl i can take favours, but not when i get accused when i don't, or feel obligated to explain why. Clearly, you don't understand because you think the world revolves around yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Stop asking me questions just to prove me wrong and flaunt your academic abilities. Yes it's tragic that you can't get full marks for your test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So depressing, sometimes i wonder if i'm the one with something wrong instead. People are getting more disappointing as i grow up, and i'm getting more disappointed with myself. Currently, i'm happiest staying in my room watching tv. Or bed-hopping among my neighbours' rooms. Being a bum is fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24114090-5255236347979522689?l=jloldblog3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jloldblog3.blogspot.com/feeds/5255236347979522689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24114090&amp;postID=5255236347979522689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24114090/posts/default/5255236347979522689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24114090/posts/default/5255236347979522689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jloldblog3.blogspot.com/2007/10/blog-post.html' title='!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>dara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009847531944153198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24114090.post-1568228070623037728</id><published>2007-10-08T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T22:28:01.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 years!</title><content type='html'>Today is 8th October 2007! 2 years already! Happy anniversary darling! You are pwned too! I really dunno what it means.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24114090-1568228070623037728?l=jloldblog3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jloldblog3.blogspot.com/feeds/1568228070623037728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24114090&amp;postID=1568228070623037728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24114090/posts/default/1568228070623037728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24114090/posts/default/1568228070623037728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jloldblog3.blogspot.com/2007/10/2-years.html' title='2 years!'/><author><name>dara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009847531944153198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24114090.post-444644819413316445</id><published>2007-10-03T13:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T14:05:32.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i am able to study</title><content type='html'>After dis-engaging myself from most of the hall activities, i find myself having much more time to study. So much so that i actually managed to finish reading the required text in the textbook days before my test. Now i have time to read "model essays" too! I'm so amazed at myself that i actually can become one of those people who read their textbooks over a few times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, cultural night is coming. Plus i DO have 3 tests. hmmm. Shouldn't be too complacent after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did plan to blog about my birthday but that would involve putting up pictures and i'm lazy zzzzzzzzzzzz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24114090-444644819413316445?l=jloldblog3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jloldblog3.blogspot.com/feeds/444644819413316445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24114090&amp;postID=444644819413316445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24114090/posts/default/444644819413316445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24114090/posts/default/444644819413316445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jloldblog3.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-am-able-to-study_03.html' title='i am able to study'/><author><name>dara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009847531944153198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24114090.post-4041245478673904328</id><published>2007-09-27T16:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T16:27:51.048+08:00</updated><title type='text'>some people have no shame</title><content type='html'>Its strange how some people think others exist for the sole purpose of... themselves. The world doesn't revolve around you. I don't exist so as to fulfill your life regardless in material or non-material aspects. It's not my job to make you happy and satisfied nor my bad that you whine when i didn't compromise to your whims and fancies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless if you pay for my services, of course.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24114090-4041245478673904328?l=jloldblog3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jloldblog3.blogspot.com/feeds/4041245478673904328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24114090&amp;postID=4041245478673904328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24114090/posts/default/4041245478673904328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24114090/posts/default/4041245478673904328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jloldblog3.blogspot.com/2007/09/some-people-have-no-shame.html' title='some people have no shame'/><author><name>dara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009847531944153198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24114090.post-8793501408007209424</id><published>2007-09-23T14:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T14:51:10.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In loving memory</title><content type='html'>The reality only hit me when i was there and i saw her. I saw her name on the hymn books, the announcements, her portrait, her casket. I saw her loved ones sobbing as the truth began to sink in; i didn't expect myself to find it so hard to accept. It was sudden, you'd think anyone that young shouldn't be there. As i look back, in guilt, my memories of her are so fleeting, so far away. But there was a time when we were close, and i'll always be grateful for her guidance and the footprints she's left in my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24114090-8793501408007209424?l=jloldblog3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jloldblog3.blogspot.com/feeds/8793501408007209424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24114090&amp;postID=8793501408007209424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24114090/posts/default/8793501408007209424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24114090/posts/default/8793501408007209424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jloldblog3.blogspot.com/2007/09/in-loving-memory.html' title='In loving memory'/><author><name>dara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009847531944153198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24114090.post-6222197902833446988</id><published>2007-08-26T16:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T16:19:59.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy birthday</title><content type='html'>I'm 21!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24114090-6222197902833446988?l=jloldblog3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jloldblog3.blogspot.com/feeds/6222197902833446988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24114090&amp;postID=6222197902833446988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24114090/posts/default/6222197902833446988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24114090/posts/default/6222197902833446988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jloldblog3.blogspot.com/2007/08/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy birthday'/><author><name>dara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009847531944153198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24114090.post-1373496213088421110</id><published>2007-08-21T18:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:04:01.892+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Formal dinner 07/08</title><content type='html'>I feel so old. It was like my THIRD formal dinner, and my jersey says FYF 07/08 (final year friend [bad cheesy english i know]). SO OLD!!! SO OLD!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok pictures pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dating game. Basically similar to the old school orientation secret pal game, just that now freshies get to choose which senior they want to date, and jio her/him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How my date decorated my door. woohoo! Impressive. But wait till you go into my room and see....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTf711OGlwg/Rsq8jOcFuJI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/QyzU5a7alaQ/s1600-h/P1011022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTf711OGlwg/Rsq8jOcFuJI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/QyzU5a7alaQ/s400/P1011022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101096841307863186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTf711OGlwg/Rsq8jecFuKI/AAAAAAAAAcY/hmVP3zDNemo/s1600-h/P1011009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTf711OGlwg/Rsq8jecFuKI/AAAAAAAAAcY/hmVP3zDNemo/s400/P1011009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101096845602830498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTf711OGlwg/Rsq8jucFuLI/AAAAAAAAAcg/J0VK_WFmUH8/s1600-h/P1011029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTf711OGlwg/Rsq8jucFuLI/AAAAAAAAAcg/J0VK_WFmUH8/s400/P1011029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101096849897797810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTf711OGlwg/Rsq8lOcFuMI/AAAAAAAAAco/Rwibjz1UjE8/s1600-h/CIMG4091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTf711OGlwg/Rsq8lOcFuMI/AAAAAAAAAco/Rwibjz1UjE8/s400/CIMG4091.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101096875667601602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTf711OGlwg/Rsq8lucFuNI/AAAAAAAAAcw/QnJkE7KUx6g/s1600-h/CIMG4085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTf711OGlwg/Rsq8lucFuNI/AAAAAAAAAcw/QnJkE7KUx6g/s400/CIMG4085.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101096884257536210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTf711OGlwg/Rsq-V-cFuOI/AAAAAAAAAc4/ssKw4zTNSNs/s1600-h/CIMG4081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTf711OGlwg/Rsq-V-cFuOI/AAAAAAAAAc4/ssKw4zTNSNs/s400/CIMG4081.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101098812697852130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTf711OGlwg/Rsq-WecFuPI/AAAAAAAAAdA/_qacO1IsEeg/s1600-h/CIMG4077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTf711OGlwg/Rsq-WecFuPI/AAAAAAAAAdA/_qacO1IsEeg/s400/CIMG4077.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101098821287786738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow i was shocked and totally blown away when i opened my door one fine night and saw this. He apparently hacked into my room through my window by climbing out from lishi's window which was next to mine. SO PRO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i got manymany roses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTf711OGlwg/Rsq-W-cFuQI/AAAAAAAAAdI/8wM6v6m_qHA/s1600-h/P1011071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTf711OGlwg/Rsq-W-cFuQI/AAAAAAAAAdI/8wM6v6m_qHA/s400/P1011071.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101098829877721346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTf711OGlwg/Rsq-XOcFuRI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/c7zbs76yZ10/s1600-h/P1011069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTf711OGlwg/Rsq-XOcFuRI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/c7zbs76yZ10/s400/P1011069.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101098834172688658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Purple! Have you ever seen purple roses before? They rotting on my shelf now quite sad :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///E:/Dating%20Game%2007/CIMG4131.JPG" alt="" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTf711OGlwg/RsrXxOcFudI/AAAAAAAAAew/lescYTzDAtw/s1600-h/P1011050edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTf711OGlwg/RsrXxOcFudI/AAAAAAAAAew/lescYTzDAtw/s400/P1011050edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101126768639982034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and date!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTf711OGlwg/RsrXxucFueI/AAAAAAAAAe4/r4QX8M6z1fE/s1600-h/P1011048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTf711OGlwg/RsrXxucFueI/AAAAAAAAAe4/r4QX8M6z1fE/s400/P1011048.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101126777229916642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The four 'gang dates'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTf711OGlwg/RsrXx-cFufI/AAAAAAAAAfA/PFlo4T9qiEY/s1600-h/P1011047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTf711OGlwg/RsrXx-cFufI/AAAAAAAAAfA/PFlo4T9qiEY/s400/P1011047.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101126781524883954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pear and date!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTf711OGlwg/RsrXyOcFugI/AAAAAAAAAfI/Mt1dHprV_bs/s1600-h/P1011043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTf711OGlwg/RsrXyOcFugI/AAAAAAAAAfI/Mt1dHprV_bs/s400/P1011043.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101126785819851266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Third floor chio bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTf711OGlwg/RsrXyOcFuhI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/dLZsDkAHYto/s1600-h/P1011039edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTf711OGlwg/RsrXyOcFuhI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/dLZsDkAHYto/s400/P1011039edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101126785819851282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and choon sin again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTf711OGlwg/RsrRRecFuYI/AAAAAAAAAeI/3cmAQ4eitcs/s1600-h/P1011053edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTf711OGlwg/RsrRRecFuYI/AAAAAAAAAeI/3cmAQ4eitcs/s400/P1011053edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101119626109368706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Woooo e block!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTf711OGlwg/RsrRR-cFuZI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/ECI2YmyrD7w/s1600-h/P1011055edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTf711OGlwg/RsrRR-cFuZI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/ECI2YmyrD7w/s400/P1011055edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101119634699303314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and date again again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTf711OGlwg/RsrRSOcFuaI/AAAAAAAAAeY/BfRTibdAY04/s1600-h/P1011057edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTf711OGlwg/RsrRSOcFuaI/AAAAAAAAAeY/BfRTibdAY04/s400/P1011057edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101119638994270626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lish and pear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTf711OGlwg/RsrRSecFubI/AAAAAAAAAeg/8o0NImM49qk/s1600-h/P1011052edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTf711OGlwg/RsrRSecFubI/AAAAAAAAAeg/8o0NImM49qk/s400/P1011052edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101119643289237938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chaota derek and ron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTf711OGlwg/RsrRSucFucI/AAAAAAAAAeo/ejv97NcDwP8/s1600-h/P1011051edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTf711OGlwg/RsrRSucFucI/AAAAAAAAAeo/ejv97NcDwP8/s400/P1011051edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101119647584205250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Disgusting sweaty ron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTf711OGlwg/RsrEbOcFuTI/AAAAAAAAAdg/wcEMAcclPHE/s1600-h/P1011062edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTf711OGlwg/RsrEbOcFuTI/AAAAAAAAAdg/wcEMAcclPHE/s400/P1011062edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101105499961932082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Albert!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTf711OGlwg/RsrEbOcFuUI/AAAAAAAAAdo/hBgoMHYR-f4/s1600-h/P1011061edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTf711OGlwg/RsrEbOcFuUI/AAAAAAAAAdo/hBgoMHYR-f4/s400/P1011061edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101105499961932098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rachel pang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTf711OGlwg/RsrEbecFuVI/AAAAAAAAAdw/lmYDJI2z4B8/s1600-h/P1011060edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTf711OGlwg/RsrEbecFuVI/AAAAAAAAAdw/lmYDJI2z4B8/s400/P1011060edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101105504256899410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Baolai-mon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTf711OGlwg/RsrEbucFuWI/AAAAAAAAAd4/N4a3paHKbNs/s1600-h/P1011059edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTf711OGlwg/RsrEbucFuWI/AAAAAAAAAd4/N4a3paHKbNs/s400/P1011059edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101105508551866722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yenny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTf711OGlwg/RsrEbucFuXI/AAAAAAAAAeA/3XWaj5U4180/s1600-h/P1011058edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTf711OGlwg/RsrEbucFuXI/AAAAAAAAAeA/3XWaj5U4180/s400/P1011058edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101105508551866738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tina!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTf711OGlwg/Rsq-XecFuSI/AAAAAAAAAdY/hyyPFidVixI/s1600-h/P1011063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTf711OGlwg/Rsq-XecFuSI/AAAAAAAAAdY/hyyPFidVixI/s400/P1011063.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101098838467655970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;E Block!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24114090-1373496213088421110?l=jloldblog3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jloldblog3.blogspot.com/feeds/1373496213088421110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24114090&amp;postID=1373496213088421110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24114090/posts/default/1373496213088421110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24114090/posts/default/1373496213088421110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jloldblog3.blogspot.com/2007/08/formal-dinner-0708.html' title='Formal dinner 07/08'/><author><name>dara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009847531944153198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTf711OGlwg/Rsq8jOcFuJI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/QyzU5a7alaQ/s72-c/P1011022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24114090.post-647048951279642534</id><published>2007-08-17T03:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T04:01:43.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>reflections</title><content type='html'>I was stressed about certain problems today, and i talked to a few people about it. it was not really my problem, but we all wanted do something about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came to reflect upon my current relationship with brandon, which i've always been very grateful of :) No doubt we've been through rough patches in the past, and more to come in future, but what's a strong relationship without obstacles? I'm glad we were able to adjust to certain expectations and come to some compromise so far, and it truly does take effort. Lots and lots of effort. Effort which made everything worth it as a result. I feel really fortunate to have such a huge support like him in my life (even when i spend money on totally frivolous and largely experimental projects).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay i love don don :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A relationship takes a lot of effort, yes it does. But it's worth it lah, at least to me it does. But you know what's definitely not worth it? It's when the effort is one-sided. It's like trying to clap with one hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt inspired to write this short little article after listening to love analysis by the famous Dr. Love currently staying in E blk 4th floor short wing who majors in political science. ahem. haha... if you have any love-relationship problems can go talk to him, provided if he's not playing winning eleven. yessah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note i had a great formal dinner. Food was so-so, movie was lame, but my date was really sweet! Pictures and explanations to be uploaded soon :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24114090-647048951279642534?l=jloldblog3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jloldblog3.blogspot.com/feeds/647048951279642534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24114090&amp;postID=647048951279642534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24114090/posts/default/647048951279642534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24114090/posts/default/647048951279642534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jloldblog3.blogspot.com/2007/08/reflections.html' title='reflections'/><author><name>dara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009847531944153198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24114090.post-2451010428833767551</id><published>2007-08-11T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T02:29:14.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rag 07/08</title><content type='html'>Today was rag day. For the first time in my entire NUS career i got watch the performance and be an official cheering KR supporter in this final year(unlike past 2 years of rag helping and rag dancing). We won 2 awards wheeeee! If got cheering award we'll also win loh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then i met this freshie who's rag helper this year ie. move stuff before after and during the performance. When i asked him if he is a rag helper he replied &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ya not like you loh slacker.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELLO EXCUSE ME  when i didn't sleep helping to move props over to SRC in the middle of the night, waiting all the way till dawn then moving the stuff sweating and burning under the afternoon sun operating the mechanisms during the performance, where were you? In the army. That was 2 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When again i didn't sleep helping to sew costumes piling body paint on myself and moving to SRC in the middle of the night, waiting all the way till dawn posing as a static display then sweating and burning under the afternoon sun dancing during the performance with a role as the stupid whistle girl, where were you? Still in the army. That was 1 year ago when we swept 7 awards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pooooooi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like you tell your grandma &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;why you whole day sit in front of the tv in your rocking chair doing nothing while i slave and toil at work to bring home the dough you slacker. &lt;/span&gt;kns.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24114090-2451010428833767551?l=jloldblog3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jloldblog3.blogspot.com/feeds/2451010428833767551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24114090&amp;postID=2451010428833767551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24114090/posts/default/2451010428833767551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24114090/posts/default/2451010428833767551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jloldblog3.blogspot.com/2007/08/rag-0708.html' title='Rag 07/08'/><author><name>dara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009847531944153198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24114090.post-4186462170347007038</id><published>2007-08-09T05:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T05:48:47.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost 6</title><content type='html'>I just got back from St. James with des, nooj, ash and hani and it was so packed that we couldn't do our shimmy-down-and-body-roll-ups properly and the music wasn't too good and we're pissed. And now i'm doing orders from &lt;a href="http://www.honey-milk-tea.blogspot.com"&gt;HoneyMilkTea&lt;/a&gt;. Yays. i'm living a somewhat happening and fulfilling life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24114090-4186462170347007038?l=jloldblog3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jloldblog3.blogspot.com/feeds/4186462170347007038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24114090&amp;postID=4186462170347007038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24114090/posts/default/4186462170347007038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24114090/posts/default/4186462170347007038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jloldblog3.blogspot.com/2007/08/almost-6.html' title='Almost 6'/><author><name>dara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009847531944153198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24114090.post-3625073737520959220</id><published>2007-08-05T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T22:51:47.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>let's talk about procrastination when i'm done procrastinating</title><content type='html'>I hate people who procrastinate because i'm the biggest procrastinator ever. I dislike those who either seem to be living in their own world or have the shortest attention span allowing their flighty minds wander around everywhere but that's exactly how i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shucks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24114090-3625073737520959220?l=jloldblog3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jloldblog3.blogspot.com/feeds/3625073737520959220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24114090&amp;postID=3625073737520959220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24114090/posts/default/3625073737520959220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24114090/posts/default/3625073737520959220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jloldblog3.blogspot.com/2007/08/lets-talk-about-procrastination-when-im.html' title='let&apos;s talk about procrastination when i&apos;m done procrastinating'/><author><name>dara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009847531944153198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
