<?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-13017445</id><updated>2011-11-21T20:17:47.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amis</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2e1darlins.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017445/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2e1darlins.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017445/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>2e1 2002 Rocks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05960323994152041552</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>337</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13017445.post-8751623008648806325</id><published>2011-11-21T20:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T20:17:47.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>He made me understand through the hard way. I'm thankful, for I know my heart. It needs to be stabbed, pounced and stepped on before it can let go. It takes time, but I know I can do it.&lt;div&gt;Thank you for all the wonderful times. Thank you for letting me like you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13017445-8751623008648806325?l=2e1darlins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2e1darlins.blogspot.com/feeds/8751623008648806325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13017445&amp;postID=8751623008648806325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017445/posts/default/8751623008648806325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017445/posts/default/8751623008648806325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2e1darlins.blogspot.com/2011/11/he-made-me-understand-through-hard-way.html' title=''/><author><name>2e1 2002 Rocks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05960323994152041552</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-13017445.post-541153777415826774</id><published>2011-01-30T22:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T22:51:57.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HOT HOT HOT. Feels like i'm in Singapore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUPPOSED to go crabbing today, but because of cyclone Bianca (name for the cyclone) plan was canceled, but guess what. BIANCA decide not to come today!!! boooooooooo&lt;br /&gt;and I was so excited about crabbing. :((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stayed home today, watched a few TV shows, did some art and craft, some cooking, some packing, some cleaning and some jogging. And I smell like fish now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to a full day of paperwork and no patients. NOT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13017445-541153777415826774?l=2e1darlins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2e1darlins.blogspot.com/feeds/541153777415826774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13017445&amp;postID=541153777415826774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017445/posts/default/541153777415826774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017445/posts/default/541153777415826774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2e1darlins.blogspot.com/2011/01/hot-hot-hot.html' title=''/><author><name>2e1 2002 Rocks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05960323994152041552</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-13017445.post-8129017118067463033</id><published>2011-01-29T23:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T00:07:56.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lunar new year's like 1 week away, but no qi fen at all! It's my 2nd year celebrating it in Perth, and I really miss my tuan yuan fan. SLURP&lt;br /&gt;I miss the times when we used to go to malaysia, the long road trip, the kampong houses with chickens, the firecrackers, the cousins, the lunch at this particular restaurant, the counting of red packet on the car and comparing them with my bro's etc.&lt;br /&gt;Typing this makes me nostalgic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be having reunion with some peeps on tues and then with the 'family' on wed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slacking quite a bit on clinic duties, lots of paper work to do. Patient number declining, and I'm EMPTY on Monday. That's pretty sad. I NEED PATIENTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having the urge to splurge again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13017445-8129017118067463033?l=2e1darlins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2e1darlins.blogspot.com/feeds/8129017118067463033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13017445&amp;postID=8129017118067463033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017445/posts/default/8129017118067463033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017445/posts/default/8129017118067463033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2e1darlins.blogspot.com/2011/01/lunar-new-years-like-1-week-away-but-no.html' title=''/><author><name>2e1 2002 Rocks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05960323994152041552</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-13017445.post-506101640320861013</id><published>2011-01-17T20:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T20:32:07.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy New Year!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So was I was back in Sg for a short 2 weeks break through Christmas and new year. The usual family meet ups and gatherings and a massive celebration with majority of the darlins. HOORAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to Perth, started clinic the next day and uni the next week and I'm already in 2nd week of uni!! too fast!&lt;br /&gt;about 2 months in clinic now (including the pre-break period) a few ups and downs. Feeling a ted of dreadfulness but I should survive. I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;updates updates updates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting Zumba again! 2nd week now, hopefully it continues.&lt;br /&gt;Thinking if I should go pick up hip hop for 6 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT!! That's all about my life? booo pretty lifeless i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cervical adjustment getting from bad to worst. :( I need more necks to practice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13017445-506101640320861013?l=2e1darlins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2e1darlins.blogspot.com/feeds/506101640320861013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13017445&amp;postID=506101640320861013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017445/posts/default/506101640320861013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017445/posts/default/506101640320861013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2e1darlins.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-new-year-so-was-i-was-back-in-sg.html' title=''/><author><name>2e1 2002 Rocks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05960323994152041552</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-13017445.post-8608997168071058017</id><published>2010-10-25T21:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T21:25:19.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's the same old cycle again.&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I just not ask for anything in return?&lt;br /&gt;Why did I have expectations in the first place?&lt;br /&gt;Why am I ever so ready to help you?&lt;br /&gt;Why am I not awake after millions of wake up call?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, Why can't I get used to it?&lt;br /&gt;Why why why?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I need a change.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13017445-8608997168071058017?l=2e1darlins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2e1darlins.blogspot.com/feeds/8608997168071058017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13017445&amp;postID=8608997168071058017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017445/posts/default/8608997168071058017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017445/posts/default/8608997168071058017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2e1darlins.blogspot.com/2010/10/its-same-old-cycle-again.html' title=''/><author><name>2e1 2002 Rocks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05960323994152041552</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-13017445.post-192679656532877858</id><published>2010-10-25T19:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T19:15:56.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>badbad day at clinic today. :(&lt;br /&gt;I should have prepared better, disappointed with myself. Boooo&lt;br /&gt;Ups and down in clinic.&lt;br /&gt;I better love it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13017445-192679656532877858?l=2e1darlins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2e1darlins.blogspot.com/feeds/192679656532877858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13017445&amp;postID=192679656532877858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017445/posts/default/192679656532877858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017445/posts/default/192679656532877858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2e1darlins.blogspot.com/2010/10/badbad-day-at-clinic-today.html' title=''/><author><name>2e1 2002 Rocks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05960323994152041552</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-13017445.post-5145889949013470838</id><published>2010-10-24T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T21:26:29.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>From an email&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we grow up, we learn that even the one person that wasn't supposed to ever let you down probably will.&lt;br /&gt;You will have your heart broken probably more than once and it's harder every time. You'll break hearts too,&lt;br /&gt;so remember how it felt when yours was broken. You'll fight with your best friend. You'll blame a new love&lt;br /&gt;for things an old one did. You'll cry because time is passing too fast, and you'll eventually lose someone&lt;br /&gt;you love. So take too many pictures, laugh too much, and love like you've never been hurt because every&lt;br /&gt;sixty seconds you spend upset is a minute of happiness you'll never get back.&lt;br /&gt;Don't be afraid that your life will end,&lt;br /&gt;be afraid that it will never begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/JIAPEI%7E1/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/JIAPEI%7E1/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13017445-5145889949013470838?l=2e1darlins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2e1darlins.blogspot.com/feeds/5145889949013470838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13017445&amp;postID=5145889949013470838' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017445/posts/default/5145889949013470838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017445/posts/default/5145889949013470838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2e1darlins.blogspot.com/2010/10/from-email-as-we-grow-up-we-learn-that.html' title=''/><author><name>2e1 2002 Rocks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05960323994152041552</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13017445.post-2196767051792418688</id><published>2010-09-29T19:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T19:33:31.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Feeling so lost most nights.&lt;br /&gt;Dislike the uncertainty.&lt;br /&gt;The fear, the emptiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry to you.&lt;br /&gt;Someone that will never get to see this.&lt;br /&gt;I guessed it's all good for us now.&lt;br /&gt;You found a friend that treasures you.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13017445-2196767051792418688?l=2e1darlins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2e1darlins.blogspot.com/feeds/2196767051792418688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13017445&amp;postID=2196767051792418688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017445/posts/default/2196767051792418688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017445/posts/default/2196767051792418688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2e1darlins.blogspot.com/2010/09/feeling-so-lost-most-nights.html' title=''/><author><name>2e1 2002 Rocks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05960323994152041552</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-13017445.post-823425525999733098</id><published>2010-09-10T20:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T20:15:02.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm always weak at it, so it's time to stand up for myself. SAY NO!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13017445-823425525999733098?l=2e1darlins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2e1darlins.blogspot.com/feeds/823425525999733098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13017445&amp;postID=823425525999733098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017445/posts/default/823425525999733098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017445/posts/default/823425525999733098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2e1darlins.blogspot.com/2010/09/im-always-weak-at-it-so-its-time-to.html' title=''/><author><name>2e1 2002 Rocks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05960323994152041552</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-13017445.post-3365817367016813242</id><published>2010-09-01T21:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T21:14:12.571+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm sick, sick of all these&lt;br /&gt;sick of people not keeping promises&lt;br /&gt;sick of responsibility&lt;br /&gt;sick of complains&lt;br /&gt;sick of whining&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slap, bang, box, kick, slam&lt;br /&gt;wake up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow shall be a better day&lt;br /&gt;If things don't go the way I want it, it's ok too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13017445-3365817367016813242?l=2e1darlins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2e1darlins.blogspot.com/feeds/3365817367016813242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13017445&amp;postID=3365817367016813242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017445/posts/default/3365817367016813242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017445/posts/default/3365817367016813242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2e1darlins.blogspot.com/2010/09/im-sick-sick-of-all-these-sick-of.html' title=''/><author><name>2e1 2002 Rocks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05960323994152041552</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-13017445.post-6088383328977224231</id><published>2010-08-25T19:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T19:36:17.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>好烦好烦. 在家也烦, 在这也烦.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13017445-6088383328977224231?l=2e1darlins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2e1darlins.blogspot.com/feeds/6088383328977224231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13017445&amp;postID=6088383328977224231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017445/posts/default/6088383328977224231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017445/posts/default/6088383328977224231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2e1darlins.blogspot.com/2010/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>2e1 2002 Rocks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05960323994152041552</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-13017445.post-8711381599900721843</id><published>2010-08-19T21:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T21:10:14.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm scared&lt;br /&gt;quite scared&lt;br /&gt;very scared&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting clinic soon&lt;br /&gt;Although Jon's not done with his number of patients yet, but he might let me do a few adjustments&lt;br /&gt;I feel ready and yet not ready at the same time&lt;br /&gt;I lack confidence&lt;br /&gt;Why am I so lazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend's around me seems to be encountering the same things on the same day.&lt;br /&gt;More good vibes please.&lt;br /&gt;Share with me your good news.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13017445-8711381599900721843?l=2e1darlins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2e1darlins.blogspot.com/feeds/8711381599900721843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13017445&amp;postID=8711381599900721843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017445/posts/default/8711381599900721843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017445/posts/default/8711381599900721843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2e1darlins.blogspot.com/2010/08/im-scared-quite-scared-very-scared-im.html' title=''/><author><name>2e1 2002 Rocks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05960323994152041552</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-13017445.post-1238845949412704776</id><published>2010-08-17T21:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T22:22:44.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's either the time of the month, new trimester or it's just me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought I was late for uni on the first day(yesterday), but lecture was canceled instead. Came home with a headache and napped for 4 hrs, and couldn't wake up on time for early uni the next day.&lt;br /&gt;Long day at uni, then went to get ipad with Mos and met Pat. (the only highlight of the day) many many laughter. I miss pud :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conversation with da jie on the way back home dampens my mood. Conversation on fb caused some misunderstanding which causes my major :(&lt;br /&gt;Then everything went down hill after. Didn't know how to reply to Wen's msg, it's hard for her, it's hard for everyone around her too. Conversation with hui :(, cause she's not happy too. Conversation with darlin C's also :(. Conversation with Gen's ultra :(. Conversation with Nel didn't make me :) either. Conversation with mum didn't make me :) but add a little :( to my already :( state instead! Conversation with Mos' a slight :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's going to be a better day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13017445-1238845949412704776?l=2e1darlins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2e1darlins.blogspot.com/feeds/1238845949412704776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13017445&amp;postID=1238845949412704776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017445/posts/default/1238845949412704776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017445/posts/default/1238845949412704776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2e1darlins.blogspot.com/2010/08/dont-know-if-its-due-to-time-of-month.html' title=''/><author><name>2e1 2002 Rocks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05960323994152041552</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-13017445.post-504299489025383037</id><published>2010-08-02T17:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T17:49:29.172+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>3rd day back here. Many emotion ups and downs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st day back was great. It's been a long long time since the whole family went shopping together. Then heard the bad news of a relative that committed suicide, she was a pleasant young lady. Rest in peace.&lt;br /&gt;Then the words that father said made me pissed and sad. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm only back for 2 weeks, I want no hassle. I want to rest, to not worry. SHUT UP WORLD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your irresponsible act cause my misery. more coming and you're so out of my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13017445-504299489025383037?l=2e1darlins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2e1darlins.blogspot.com/feeds/504299489025383037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13017445&amp;postID=504299489025383037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017445/posts/default/504299489025383037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017445/posts/default/504299489025383037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2e1darlins.blogspot.com/2010/08/3rd-day-back-here.html' title=''/><author><name>2e1 2002 Rocks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05960323994152041552</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-13017445.post-1303742633730321786</id><published>2010-07-20T19:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T19:35:15.201+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I laugh at why I smile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13017445-1303742633730321786?l=2e1darlins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2e1darlins.blogspot.com/feeds/1303742633730321786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13017445&amp;postID=1303742633730321786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017445/posts/default/1303742633730321786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017445/posts/default/1303742633730321786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2e1darlins.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-laugh-at-why-i-smile.html' title=''/><author><name>2e1 2002 Rocks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05960323994152041552</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-13017445.post-7952098424036333889</id><published>2010-07-17T23:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T23:16:21.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had one of the major exams throughout my chiropractic course today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Past weeks been study, quiz, test, assignments, study, exam&lt;br /&gt;Time to glue my butt to the chair and study&lt;br /&gt;Time to ban fb and youtube (which is so not possible)&lt;br /&gt;Few days ago, I woke up and told myself no fb today. 5 min later, i'm on fb!!!!!! arghhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao Italia with Pudiata.&lt;br /&gt;Pud's been a good stress reliever so far. HUGS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something happy :):):):):) 30min&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13017445-7952098424036333889?l=2e1darlins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2e1darlins.blogspot.com/feeds/7952098424036333889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13017445&amp;postID=7952098424036333889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017445/posts/default/7952098424036333889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017445/posts/default/7952098424036333889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2e1darlins.blogspot.com/2010/07/had-one-of-major-exams-throughout-my.html' title=''/><author><name>2e1 2002 Rocks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05960323994152041552</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-13017445.post-9212192241942247970</id><published>2010-06-29T19:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T19:55:51.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I may be fun, I take jokes, I'm funny.&lt;br /&gt;But hurtful words still hurt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13017445-9212192241942247970?l=2e1darlins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2e1darlins.blogspot.com/feeds/9212192241942247970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13017445&amp;postID=9212192241942247970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017445/posts/default/9212192241942247970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017445/posts/default/9212192241942247970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2e1darlins.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-may-be-fun-i-take-jokes-im-funny.html' title=''/><author><name>2e1 2002 Rocks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05960323994152041552</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-13017445.post-3099798222259684515</id><published>2010-06-29T18:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T19:57:23.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'd been playing playing playing alot this trimester. I'm feeling guilty, as it's week 10 of school already, 3 more weeks to exam. SCREAMMMM but I read an email today saying to enjoy at each different stages of life. HOW? hahhaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ramen for lunch at NAO right after the very demoralising test. Then to Pat's to wait for empress and prince to Da Bian. To liquor store and back to 2nd home yesterday. Pud's motive was to try the sparkling wine recommended by her friend and mine was to try and get drunk while the boys were there to accompany us. Pud's wine tasting didn't go very well, so did my attempt to get drunk. 6 bottles of beez neez, 4 bottles of smirnoff, 1 sparking, 1 white and 1 hua diao jiu. MJ-ed. Stayed over and then breakfast at crumpets. One of my favourite at Vic park now. YUMMM&lt;br /&gt;Back to Uni, and almost collapse from insufficient sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13017445-3099798222259684515?l=2e1darlins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2e1darlins.blogspot.com/feeds/3099798222259684515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13017445&amp;postID=3099798222259684515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017445/posts/default/3099798222259684515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017445/posts/default/3099798222259684515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2e1darlins.blogspot.com/2010/06/id-been-playing-playing-playing-alot.html' title=''/><author><name>2e1 2002 Rocks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05960323994152041552</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-13017445.post-8994681507831273004</id><published>2010-06-16T17:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T17:59:47.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Singapore's flooded, didn't think it was THAT serious when Pud told me about it. So Hermes' gone! (emphasized by Pud) I'm so afriad that the flood will engulf Singapore, and the small tiny island I call home would be gone!!!!!!!!!! then I'd be stuck in Aus as a refugee!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up from my 3hr NAP with nothing done for tomorrow's quiz. I'm so dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The overdue post&lt;br /&gt;A simple comment and the feelings I dumped deep deep inside fight their way out again. I thought I had made it clear to myself, that I would not face it again, would let it sink and die forever. I struggled to keep it within, to stuff it deep underneath but once again, I'm stuck at where I were before.  So, I find clues daily to give me the courage to dig a deeper hole and dump it right in, cover and lock.&lt;br /&gt;I made the silly call even before I had time to find the courage, I dialed the number I shoudn't have.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13017445-8994681507831273004?l=2e1darlins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2e1darlins.blogspot.com/feeds/8994681507831273004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13017445&amp;postID=8994681507831273004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017445/posts/default/8994681507831273004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017445/posts/default/8994681507831273004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2e1darlins.blogspot.com/2010/06/singapores-flooded-didnt-think-it-was.html' title=''/><author><name>2e1 2002 Rocks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05960323994152041552</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-13017445.post-4810024411164395112</id><published>2010-06-09T18:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T18:15:33.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i hate it!!! eikkkk&lt;br /&gt;why should his opinion affect me. seriously!&lt;br /&gt;My kindness' not for you to take advantage of!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I brought this upon myself, because of my selfishness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13017445-4810024411164395112?l=2e1darlins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2e1darlins.blogspot.com/feeds/4810024411164395112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13017445&amp;postID=4810024411164395112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017445/posts/default/4810024411164395112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017445/posts/default/4810024411164395112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2e1darlins.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-hate-it-eikkkk-why-should-his-opinion.html' title=''/><author><name>2e1 2002 Rocks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05960323994152041552</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-13017445.post-5774638449350159500</id><published>2010-06-07T19:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T19:02:50.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'M EXPLODING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SAVE MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spoke to Darlin C today. Such an adultish mature conversation we had.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13017445-5774638449350159500?l=2e1darlins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2e1darlins.blogspot.com/feeds/5774638449350159500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13017445&amp;postID=5774638449350159500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017445/posts/default/5774638449350159500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017445/posts/default/5774638449350159500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2e1darlins.blogspot.com/2010/06/im-exploding-save-meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.html' title=''/><author><name>2e1 2002 Rocks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05960323994152041552</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-13017445.post-4678819955494502419</id><published>2010-06-07T15:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T15:30:43.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hate being wrong&lt;br /&gt;I hate my pride&lt;br /&gt;I hate being accused&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't take setbacks anymore, I thought I was strong, but I guess either I'm running from reality or I prevent the setbacks from happening. I'd come to expect more from myself and people around me. This is soooooooooooo bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13017445-4678819955494502419?l=2e1darlins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2e1darlins.blogspot.com/feeds/4678819955494502419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13017445&amp;postID=4678819955494502419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017445/posts/default/4678819955494502419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017445/posts/default/4678819955494502419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2e1darlins.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-hate-being-wrong-i-hate-my-pride-i.html' title=''/><author><name>2e1 2002 Rocks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05960323994152041552</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-13017445.post-7069312407443631202</id><published>2010-06-06T15:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T15:19:57.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>something's wrong inside.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13017445-7069312407443631202?l=2e1darlins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2e1darlins.blogspot.com/feeds/7069312407443631202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13017445&amp;postID=7069312407443631202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017445/posts/default/7069312407443631202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017445/posts/default/7069312407443631202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2e1darlins.blogspot.com/2010/06/somethings-wrong-inside.html' title=''/><author><name>2e1 2002 Rocks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05960323994152041552</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-13017445.post-8786153078852000769</id><published>2010-06-05T13:26:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T13:58:01.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://sg.yfittopostblog.com/2010/06/02/singaporeans-slammed-for-being-rude-in-australian-newspaper/"&gt;http://sg.yfittopostblog.com/2010/06/02/singaporeans-slammed-for-being-rude-in-australian-newspaper/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is intrigued by the article above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading through it, different emotions and feelings came up. Anger was the first, especially when the expatriate commented "They don’t feel that anyone else exists outside this tiny island". Why come to our tiny island?&lt;br /&gt;I'd always pledge myself to be patriotic, proud to be a Singaporean. As I finished the essay, I came to realised that I myself had similar encounters in Singapore. Few years back, when I was back in Singapore for my holidays, I remeber complaining to Lin about the customer service in Singapore, no thank you, no smiles.&lt;br /&gt;I'd spoken to a few expatriates working in Singapore, some love us, while some are annoyed with our 'rudeness'. Few weeks backat the clinic, a patient and her family actually commented that they love Singapore, and that Singaporeans are nice people. I probe further as I was shocked, and the lady commented that people are generally nice except in the train.&lt;br /&gt;I agree that courtersy needs some polishing in Singapore, but I find the younger generations in Singapore generally well mannered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Australia has her fair share of brats and not so nice people. Acts of racism like throwing of eggs and stale bread, cursing or asking people to go back to their homeland as they drive pass are still seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So people, don't hold back your please and thank you, and holding the door for someone else won't use much of your energy. Please and Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13017445-8786153078852000769?l=2e1darlins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2e1darlins.blogspot.com/feeds/8786153078852000769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13017445&amp;postID=8786153078852000769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017445/posts/default/8786153078852000769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017445/posts/default/8786153078852000769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2e1darlins.blogspot.com/2010/06/httpsg.html' title=''/><author><name>2e1 2002 Rocks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05960323994152041552</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-13017445.post-1214913735714600630</id><published>2010-06-02T14:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T14:40:23.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'M IN THE LIBRARY!! AND I'D BEEN HERE FOR CONSECUTIVELY 5 DAYS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was Zumba, school, lunch, cake and home.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoyed Zumba that day, managed to perspire and follow the steps better! yiihaaa&lt;br /&gt;Then down to city with TT to meet pud and pat, and the destination of the day was 30 min drive to Joondalup to have the supposingly best prawn noodle in Perth. Not too bad, but days later Amos commented that it's one of the worst restaurant, and it's black listed among his friends. :(&lt;br /&gt;Pud Pat and I went to 'walk pass and became always wanted to try cafe' Jean Pierre for delicious tarts/cake/macaroons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat/Sun/Mon/Tues/Wed was either school and/or lib. Baked on Sat, and the Chocolate molten cake was quite a success except it's too molten when hot and not molten when cold.&lt;br /&gt;The UWAians are having exams, and I feel like I'm having exams too! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends are time consuming creatures, choose your friends wisely as you only have 24hrs a day, 7 days a week and 365 days a year.&lt;br /&gt;Caution: I'm a selfish person.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13017445-1214913735714600630?l=2e1darlins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2e1darlins.blogspot.com/feeds/1214913735714600630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13017445&amp;postID=1214913735714600630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017445/posts/default/1214913735714600630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017445/posts/default/1214913735714600630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2e1darlins.blogspot.com/2010/06/im-in-library-and-id-been-here-for.html' title=''/><author><name>2e1 2002 Rocks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05960323994152041552</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-13017445.post-8301578745445468034</id><published>2010-05-20T15:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T15:22:47.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know I should be studying, but I had been watching Bones, and I'm in love with it now.&lt;br /&gt;How it relates to my life now, the terms like vertebrae, cominuted fracture, transverse process etc., even the events in it.&lt;br /&gt;End of Season 5 episode 6, I so can imagine having that coversation with you. I smiled with tears.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13017445-8301578745445468034?l=2e1darlins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2e1darlins.blogspot.com/feeds/8301578745445468034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13017445&amp;postID=8301578745445468034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017445/posts/default/8301578745445468034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017445/posts/default/8301578745445468034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2e1darlins.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-know-i-should-be-studying-but-i-had.html' title=''/><author><name>2e1 2002 Rocks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05960323994152041552</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-13017445.post-5104043112736451112</id><published>2010-05-19T20:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T21:12:17.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Inferior complex&lt;br /&gt;Insecurity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be bubble girl.&lt;br /&gt;A friend once told me, never believe someone even if they're your best friends, you never know who you can trust. Never bare your heart out, it's fragile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something's bothering me, but I can't pin point exactly what. I want to tell someone, but words doesn't form. It'll come one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darlins seems so close that some times you just think they won't understand what you're going to say. Irony. We're so close that some times it's hard to share new information, we're like stucked at where we started.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13017445-5104043112736451112?l=2e1darlins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2e1darlins.blogspot.com/feeds/5104043112736451112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13017445&amp;postID=5104043112736451112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017445/posts/default/5104043112736451112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017445/posts/default/5104043112736451112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2e1darlins.blogspot.com/2010/05/inferior-complex-insecurity-i-want-to.html' title=''/><author><name>2e1 2002 Rocks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05960323994152041552</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-13017445.post-978451139488182819</id><published>2010-05-15T21:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T22:15:36.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Conflict of interest.&lt;br /&gt;Friends, life's intriguing lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471496861767376914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/S-6paBNPIBI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/vyxTsU9o2H8/s400/SNV33181.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUGE mushroom from tonight's dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/S-6pZu5SIsI/AAAAAAAAAaI/pPzhUOTOcgE/s1600/SNV33178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471496856851849922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/S-6pZu5SIsI/AAAAAAAAAaI/pPzhUOTOcgE/s400/SNV33178.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cake from T but cut with Chloe and family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/S-6pZCKIdqI/AAAAAAAAAaA/zprH05i96po/s1600/SNV33176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471496844842923682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/S-6pZCKIdqI/AAAAAAAAAaA/zprH05i96po/s400/SNV33176.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We love IC cake!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/S-6ojM189CI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/mJK4Pf4D5y4/s1600/SNV33187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471495919998137378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/S-6ojM189CI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/mJK4Pf4D5y4/s400/SNV33187.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work of the pro. Yummilicious cinnamon apple muf. Pud, wanna change your name to muf?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/S-6oipLI6DI/AAAAAAAAAZw/-07CuHAAy6M/s1600/SNV33171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471495910423324722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/S-6oipLI6DI/AAAAAAAAAZw/-07CuHAAy6M/s400/SNV33171.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pud's best creation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/S-6oiBz6tRI/AAAAAAAAAZo/yGUC8Pcf1vU/s1600/29935_441139065448_570905448_5882379_4324115_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471495899856942354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/S-6oiBz6tRI/AAAAAAAAAZo/yGUC8Pcf1vU/s400/29935_441139065448_570905448_5882379_4324115_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;night scene along swan river TAKEN BY MY PHONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/S-6ohju2ATI/AAAAAAAAAZg/P95tWBUoQcA/s1600/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471495891782598962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/S-6ohju2ATI/AAAAAAAAAZg/P95tWBUoQcA/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/S-6ohSaUzcI/AAAAAAAAAZY/eMmHPZh0XRI/s1600/cake+05.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471495887133134274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/S-6ohSaUzcI/AAAAAAAAAZY/eMmHPZh0XRI/s400/cake+05.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From T, trilogy IC cake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/13017445-978451139488182819?l=2e1darlins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2e1darlins.blogspot.com/feeds/978451139488182819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13017445&amp;postID=978451139488182819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017445/posts/default/978451139488182819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017445/posts/default/978451139488182819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2e1darlins.blogspot.com/2010/05/conflict-of-interest.html' title=''/><author><name>2e1 2002 Rocks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05960323994152041552</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/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/S-6paBNPIBI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/vyxTsU9o2H8/s72-c/SNV33181.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13017445.post-1587794699506026887</id><published>2010-05-14T20:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T21:02:09.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Congratulation to Zhang tai tai and Zhang xian shen. Can't wait to see beautiful Zhang Zhe Tian!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the end of the 3rd week of Uni, and I've not been studying for a week plus now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5th may - Pud and friends came over for a surprise cake blowing session at 00:05 with the most awesomness sticky date pudding(cake). Then the the rest of the day was spent studying and looking at X-rays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6th - X-ray entrance exam. (result's out, passed) Then met up with Pud and Howard for Taurus. Others had 1 dish between 2 people, we had 2 dishes per person. hahahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7th - Uni, MJ and then dinner with the Chiro peeps. Everyone was still hungry after 'some japanese restaurant', and we ended up at leederville for little ceasars (famous pizza place).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8th - Dinner at Ayami with Taitai and Pud. NICE NICE NICEEEEEE. I WANT IT AGAIN. PUDDDDDDD????????????!!!!!!!!!!!!! Love the octopus, love the food, love the ambience. A Japanese restaurant with only Japanese patrons can never go bad. Ayami is now a sacrad place, not to be mentioned or introduced to anyone in Perth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9th - dinner with family at 'some chinese restaurant'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the usual week started again. with the 'occasional' mj and dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12th - went to The Raffles (pub) for their famous pizza with the UWA gang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A week plus without dinner at home, new record.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zumba today with Pud and Taitai. Wasn't too bad considering my body coordination skills. and and and I received a heart shaped ice cream cakeee. YIPEEE. Thanks lovely.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13017445-1587794699506026887?l=2e1darlins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2e1darlins.blogspot.com/feeds/1587794699506026887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13017445&amp;postID=1587794699506026887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017445/posts/default/1587794699506026887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017445/posts/default/1587794699506026887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2e1darlins.blogspot.com/2010/05/congratulation-to-zhang-tai-tai-and.html' title=''/><author><name>2e1 2002 Rocks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05960323994152041552</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-13017445.post-310554779124430105</id><published>2010-05-05T00:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T00:37:51.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>touched. Tears filling. I love you all.&lt;br /&gt;A surprise arrived slightly after 12am on 5th May 2010, auntie came knocking at the door saying my friends are outside. Phone rang, went out and there's pud!!!!!!! pat and howard. With the world best, one and only sticky date pudding.&lt;br /&gt;Then 2 wonderful person vying to be the first to wish me, made me smile.&lt;br /&gt;TMIW arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my 22nd birthday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13017445-310554779124430105?l=2e1darlins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2e1darlins.blogspot.com/feeds/310554779124430105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13017445&amp;postID=310554779124430105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017445/posts/default/310554779124430105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017445/posts/default/310554779124430105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2e1darlins.blogspot.com/2010/05/touched.html' title=''/><author><name>2e1 2002 Rocks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05960323994152041552</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-13017445.post-5641218577265638431</id><published>2010-05-04T20:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T20:37:45.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>这个时候我想你, 但也在这个时候我决定放弃你.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing conversation with Km. He asked if I 'Lang ga' again, I call him evil, and he say I'm lady lang ga. HAHAHA. Can dance and sing. Hilarious!!! muahahaha. that's my friend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm finally getting what I want for bday this year. most likely. I've always wanted one for my bday for the past few years. It's easily accessible and inexpensive. It's going to be from a friend that I don't hang out often, yet we never felt uneasy when around each other. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minor updates from the darlins here and there. I'm so friendsick now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13017445-5641218577265638431?l=2e1darlins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2e1darlins.blogspot.com/feeds/5641218577265638431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13017445&amp;postID=5641218577265638431' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017445/posts/default/5641218577265638431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017445/posts/default/5641218577265638431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2e1darlins.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>2e1 2002 Rocks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05960323994152041552</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13017445.post-3101774748470098263</id><published>2010-04-30T23:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T23:34:54.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's the time of the week again. screamss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to Uni. 5 more trimesters, which will zoom pass really quickly.&lt;br /&gt;What are my plans for the future?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm blessed, and I also realised how lucky I am. Thank you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st week of Uni ended, monday was a PH and today was self declared holiday to do some productive studying which ended with something else. Which means I've only attended Uni for 3 days, but it seem like a whole lot of time. WHY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few small peaks of the week.&lt;br /&gt;Blonde event happened again, and the angry tears almost gave way this time.&lt;br /&gt;Fine dining at NFF and K-ing with BMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll understand even if you rejected my offer and accepted another one instead, but don't hide. That's what friends are for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When love becomes non-jealousy and happy when you're happy, meaning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need mummy now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13017445-3101774748470098263?l=2e1darlins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2e1darlins.blogspot.com/feeds/3101774748470098263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13017445&amp;postID=3101774748470098263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017445/posts/default/3101774748470098263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017445/posts/default/3101774748470098263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2e1darlins.blogspot.com/2010/04/its-time-of-week-again.html' title=''/><author><name>2e1 2002 Rocks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05960323994152041552</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-13017445.post-2201309096608837398</id><published>2010-04-20T12:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T13:04:18.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Back from Sydney, 2 nights on the plane was crazy. Was so restless throughout the trip, but it was fun and cozy. Stayed at cousin's and housemates'. Unlike previous trips with Pud, not much shopping this time, but with the usual nom nom and some sight seeing. Didn't like the air, roads and people there, but love the nom nom. ahhhh, the sashimi, scallop and oyster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I've made up my mind, I just don't know how to put it across and deal with it. Never thought this would happen to me, and am surprised at how I handle it. Too rationale or not rationale?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13017445-2201309096608837398?l=2e1darlins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2e1darlins.blogspot.com/feeds/2201309096608837398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13017445&amp;postID=2201309096608837398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017445/posts/default/2201309096608837398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017445/posts/default/2201309096608837398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2e1darlins.blogspot.com/2010/04/back-from-sydney-2-nights-on-plane-was.html' title=''/><author><name>2e1 2002 Rocks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05960323994152041552</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-13017445.post-3506812131448674358</id><published>2010-04-12T21:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T22:30:12.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm so brave today, I took the public transport all by myself to city and didn't get lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brunch with BMG was nice nice, yummy meat ball couscous. Like. Then 3 legged M after (Like), while my laundry's out in the rain the whole day. Don't like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gloomy gloomy day, rain rain rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cousins' came and went back already, spent whole of Friday and Saturday with them, and I'm missing them already. Lack of sleep for the past 4 days. Last 2 weeks was chaotic, am glad I survived.&lt;br /&gt;Time to get back to my old routine, no more last minute. I need self discipline!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I say don't do it, then don't. Don't do it behind me cause it'll come back to me. I like you, don't make me dislike you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sydney in 2 days time, the mood's not there. Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always thought I'm one of those mushy mushy romance kind of person, but recently I realised I've changed. Weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things to do this break (the fun things listed only) - Jog, bbq, meet ups, nff, mj(s), walk, adventure?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13017445-3506812131448674358?l=2e1darlins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2e1darlins.blogspot.com/feeds/3506812131448674358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13017445&amp;postID=3506812131448674358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017445/posts/default/3506812131448674358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017445/posts/default/3506812131448674358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2e1darlins.blogspot.com/2010/04/im-so-brave-today-i-took-public.html' title=''/><author><name>2e1 2002 Rocks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05960323994152041552</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-13017445.post-5902048037280159905</id><published>2010-04-05T20:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T20:24:22.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FUCK LAAAAAAAAAAAAAA&lt;br /&gt;I'M SUPER PISSED, AWFULLY PISSED.&lt;br /&gt;ANGRY ANGRY ANGRY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE IT WHEN PARENTS PROMISED BUT DO SOMETHING ELSE, WITHOUT TELLING ME BEFORE HAND.&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU DON'T WANT TO GET IT FOR ME, JUST SAY. DON'T GET SOMETHING THAT I WON'T LIKE, OR ASSUME THAT I'LL LIKE IT. I RATHER NOT HAVE IT.&lt;br /&gt;ESPECIALLY WITH THE REASON THAT YOU GAVE.&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS NOT THE FIRST TIME, I'M ALREADY NOT VERY HAPPY THE OTHER TIME, THEN NOW THIS. IF YOU JUST WANNA GET SOMETHING YOU LIKE, BUY IT FOR YOUSELF, DON'T SAY IT'S FOR ME.&lt;br /&gt;CALL ME A BRAT, CALL ME SPOILED. WHATEVER.&lt;br /&gt;HAPPILY THINKING THAT I'LL LIKE IT, I KNOW I'M NOT BEING APPRECIATIVE. BUT IT'S HARD, AT THIS MOMENT. FUCK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN WHILE I'M BEING SUPER PISSED, LIKE NEVER SO PISSED BEFORE, I GOT ACCUSED OF DOING SOMETHING I DIDN'T EVEN DO.&lt;br /&gt;JUST BECAUSE I'M NEAR HER, AND I'M PISSED, DOESN'T MEAN I DID ANYTHING.&lt;br /&gt;FUCK YOU.&lt;br /&gt;WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE. FUCKER&lt;br /&gt;I HATE BEING ACCUSED, ESPECIALLY WITH THAT FUCKING TONE/ATTITUDE OF YOURS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I NEVER THOUGHT I COULD BE THIS ANGRY, I'M JUST THIS FAR AWAY FROM...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANGRY TEARS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13017445-5902048037280159905?l=2e1darlins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2e1darlins.blogspot.com/feeds/5902048037280159905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13017445&amp;postID=5902048037280159905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017445/posts/default/5902048037280159905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017445/posts/default/5902048037280159905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2e1darlins.blogspot.com/2010/04/fuck-laaaaaaaaaaaaaa-im-super-pissed.html' title=''/><author><name>2e1 2002 Rocks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05960323994152041552</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-13017445.post-1395049549106272987</id><published>2010-04-03T07:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T07:51:38.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm up early (Yeay!!!) cause I need to study.&lt;br /&gt;Guilt's all over me cause I went for the BIg M yesterday, when I'm supposed to be studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought trying to like someone could be this hard. I made an effort, but it drift further away. I really really want to like you, it makes everything easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've also found that liking someone could be THIS HAPPY :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13017445-1395049549106272987?l=2e1darlins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2e1darlins.blogspot.com/feeds/1395049549106272987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13017445&amp;postID=1395049549106272987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017445/posts/default/1395049549106272987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017445/posts/default/1395049549106272987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2e1darlins.blogspot.com/2010/04/im-up-early-yeay-cause-i-need-to-study.html' title=''/><author><name>2e1 2002 Rocks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05960323994152041552</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-13017445.post-6782073970359242857</id><published>2010-03-31T18:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T18:41:15.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I want to cry, but the tears doesn't flow.&lt;br /&gt;I have no one to blame, only myself.&lt;br /&gt;Feeling so lousy, and nothing seems to help. drama, sleep, nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Mum's busy at the moment&lt;br /&gt;no one to talk to&lt;br /&gt;who can i call?&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid because i'm not afraid&lt;br /&gt;the feeling i had many years ago, came and left in 5 min&lt;br /&gt;what's that mean?&lt;br /&gt;I need to be clear headed&lt;br /&gt;to think on my feet&lt;br /&gt;I need someone, NOW.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13017445-6782073970359242857?l=2e1darlins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2e1darlins.blogspot.com/feeds/6782073970359242857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13017445&amp;postID=6782073970359242857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017445/posts/default/6782073970359242857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017445/posts/default/6782073970359242857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2e1darlins.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-want-to-cry-but-tears-doesnt-flow.html' title=''/><author><name>2e1 2002 Rocks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05960323994152041552</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-13017445.post-4108601082869277085</id><published>2010-03-23T10:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T16:58:12.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bad hailstorm in Perth yesterday. Created a chaos and it's now gone. Destroyed libraries, cars, houses, offices, glasses were smashed, stairs were broken, traffic lights not working, insufficient electricity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't know it was that bad until I saw some pictures. I was save and sound at vic park, with only flooding of the neighbour's front yard. Drove back home and realised the whole of south street was 'lightless' and petol station had to close for the day. Everywhere was DARK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAVE THE EARTH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13017445-4108601082869277085?l=2e1darlins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2e1darlins.blogspot.com/feeds/4108601082869277085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13017445&amp;postID=4108601082869277085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017445/posts/default/4108601082869277085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017445/posts/default/4108601082869277085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2e1darlins.blogspot.com/2010/03/there-was-hailstom-yesterday-at-perth.html' title=''/><author><name>2e1 2002 Rocks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05960323994152041552</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-13017445.post-4704141968139135816</id><published>2010-03-18T20:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T20:29:34.341+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>crabbing that day was fun. it was short, but we all had fun. i think.&lt;br /&gt;weird how people from different places make friends and still enjoy each others company&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crabbing again tmr... weeeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I NEED TO STUDY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13017445-4704141968139135816?l=2e1darlins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2e1darlins.blogspot.com/feeds/4704141968139135816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13017445&amp;postID=4704141968139135816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017445/posts/default/4704141968139135816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017445/posts/default/4704141968139135816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2e1darlins.blogspot.com/2010/03/crabbing-that-day-was-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>2e1 2002 Rocks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05960323994152041552</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-13017445.post-2433972311650387030</id><published>2010-03-15T22:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T17:00:29.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's time to stand up, time to grow, time to understand.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to feel bad being pissed or for hating youS.&lt;br /&gt;Time to find myself.&lt;br /&gt;I hate youS becuase you don't deserve my liking, and I'm not going to feel sorry about it.&lt;br /&gt;Period&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I initiated but doesn't mean you can take advantage of it. You don't seem to feel bad, I don't think there were any thank you. At least appreciate it, because it's not easy for me to be nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So out studying with Pud wasn't THAT productive, but it was better than me studying at home. I just need the momentum. Ended up at Amos's place anyway, and the deal to not distract each other only lasted for awhile. hahahaha We took average of 2 hrs to finish each meal, I think we need to work hard on that. If not it shall be Subway or Maccas next time. Lunch was yum yum yummilicious. (ohshittttt, no pictures taken!!! AHHHH) Nice indonesian food, slurrppp. Dinner was at The Imp, not too bad.&lt;br /&gt;I'll so miss these timess. Pud will be gone sooooooo soon. I'll find new friends. hahahahaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's the end. Short and sweet. At least I learnt something about myself. :) ALWH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loveee&lt;br /&gt;Pei&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13017445-2433972311650387030?l=2e1darlins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2e1darlins.blogspot.com/feeds/2433972311650387030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13017445&amp;postID=2433972311650387030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017445/posts/default/2433972311650387030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017445/posts/default/2433972311650387030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2e1darlins.blogspot.com/2010/03/its-time-to-stand-up-time-to-grow-time.html' title=''/><author><name>2e1 2002 Rocks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05960323994152041552</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-13017445.post-1092678677362350290</id><published>2010-03-15T09:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T09:14:01.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My plan to sleep by 10 and wake up by 6 failed horribly for the past week. I always end up sleeping at 11-12, and wake up only at 9 plus. Yesterday was one of the slightly successful one, where i slept at 10 plus and woke up at 8, when my alarmSSS rang at 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only did 1.5 lectures for the weekend, where did all my time go????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to concentrate, wake up, combatttttttttttt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so it shall end today?&lt;br /&gt;The future's not bright anyway.&lt;br /&gt;so it shall be.&lt;br /&gt;boo. hate you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now's time to shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye&lt;br /&gt;Have a lovely day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps: lots of love yesterday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13017445-1092678677362350290?l=2e1darlins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2e1darlins.blogspot.com/feeds/1092678677362350290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13017445&amp;postID=1092678677362350290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017445/posts/default/1092678677362350290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017445/posts/default/1092678677362350290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2e1darlins.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-plan-to-sleep-by-10-and-wake-up-by-6.html' title=''/><author><name>2e1 2002 Rocks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05960323994152041552</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-13017445.post-4651960732625729929</id><published>2010-03-14T10:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T11:02:07.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>IT'S TIME TO WORK HARD. START NOW OR REGRET LATER! BUGGER.&lt;br /&gt;no time to waste!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need constant reminder to study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th year's timetable's pretty slack, which cause the 'slackiness' in me. but the content is not 'slack' at all!! ohh nooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brain wash me........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT'S CHOCOLATE TIME AGAIN. OHNOOOOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, at least I'm meeting Pud to study tomorrow, I better make good use of this session. please please PLEASE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13017445-4651960732625729929?l=2e1darlins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2e1darlins.blogspot.com/feeds/4651960732625729929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13017445&amp;postID=4651960732625729929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017445/posts/default/4651960732625729929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017445/posts/default/4651960732625729929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2e1darlins.blogspot.com/2010/03/its-time-to-work-hard.html' title=''/><author><name>2e1 2002 Rocks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05960323994152041552</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-13017445.post-6180180451719100809</id><published>2010-03-09T18:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T19:19:07.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm backk. from don't know where. from heaven, from the land of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so it's time to put everything right, and set my piriorities right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's a not so good day, smiling candies are not smiling today, which worsen the already not so good day. Plus some birdie, call me a B today. I don't like you, so don't make me hate you. I'm not like you, so don't criticise my life when I try to understand you instead of criticising you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i'm letting head rule over the heart, there's nothing much I could do anyway. I'll play along, it's not fair, but it wouldn't be even if I made a decision.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13017445-6180180451719100809?l=2e1darlins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2e1darlins.blogspot.com/feeds/6180180451719100809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13017445&amp;postID=6180180451719100809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017445/posts/default/6180180451719100809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017445/posts/default/6180180451719100809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2e1darlins.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-backk.html' title=''/><author><name>2e1 2002 Rocks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05960323994152041552</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-13017445.post-1093671798658484742</id><published>2010-02-21T20:51:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T22:24:08.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAPPY LUNAR NEW YEAR!!!&lt;br /&gt;祝大家天天开心，万事如意，身体健康。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No usual steamboats with family, filled with laughter, abalone, yummies and love. No gambling with the usual clique, no collecting of ang bao personally and blessing everyone individually. no shopping madness before CNY, no spring cleaning, no mandarine oranges everywhere, no house visiting, everything's different, different from the way I spent CNY for the past 20 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm enjoying CNY nontheless, (an excuse to slack from sch work?) reunion dinner with friends and relatives, collected a few ang baos, gambled quite a bit, and losing quite a bit. but in the name of CNY, everything is fun, fun and more fun. gambling during lect, gambling after lect in sch through the night, gambling on weekends!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm enjoying school, except for the few obstacles here and there. Clinic experience's all well, mentor's great, no complain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything's so great i'm afriad, afraid of losing anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking about something someone told me recently. I'm in no right to comment, but just wanna put down my thoughts here. Is it like what you said or is it just laziness. Wishing you(s) all the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been quite a hypocrite lately, I hate myself for it, but enjoying it the same. No, i don't treat people I treasure like that. So i'm trying to treasure you as much as you treasure me, I did and still am putting an effort. but I guess I'd dissapointed myself again, by letting L sway me, the temporary bliss pulling me away from F. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a feeling of blissfullness when someone you love dearly make you feel so loved yet again. It always happen, and I love these friends with all my might.&lt;br /&gt;I'm stubborn, I'm persistent, I'm demanding but all the same you all gave in or guided me. Thank you. Thank you for loving me for who I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Introducing the new gambling clique&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/S4E2PUVf01I/AAAAAAAAAZI/1jbCSWtdZIw/s1600-h/SNV32885.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440689461625082706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/S4E2PUVf01I/AAAAAAAAAZI/1jbCSWtdZIw/s400/SNV32885.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the 2 main kakis, that never fail to bring lots of laughter with their always evolving tactics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/S4E2OwQb8yI/AAAAAAAAAZA/kxyW9PxbeDk/s1600-h/SNV32854.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440689451940180770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/S4E2OwQb8yI/AAAAAAAAAZA/kxyW9PxbeDk/s400/SNV32854.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The red day. 2nd day of CNY, and we attracted attention. I compensated for not wearing a red shirt by wearing red shoes, bag, wallet and phone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/S4E2Of2YKkI/AAAAAAAAAY4/0cYv_8LUKmY/s1600-h/SNV32872.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440689447535913538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/S4E2Of2YKkI/AAAAAAAAAY4/0cYv_8LUKmY/s400/SNV32872.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started with the portable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/S4E2NTQDnUI/AAAAAAAAAYo/bsqMCWc2yxk/s1600-h/SNV32954.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440689426974088514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/S4E2NTQDnUI/AAAAAAAAAYo/bsqMCWc2yxk/s400/SNV32954.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; To the more advance level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440695371367650130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/S4E7nT17E1I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/z1fGKbFte8Y/s400/SNV32517.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Pudding. I'm waiting. *chant food food food, mahjong mahjong mahjong*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13017445-1093671798658484742?l=2e1darlins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2e1darlins.blogspot.com/feeds/1093671798658484742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13017445&amp;postID=1093671798658484742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017445/posts/default/1093671798658484742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017445/posts/default/1093671798658484742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2e1darlins.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-lunar-new-year-no-usual.html' title=''/><author><name>2e1 2002 Rocks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05960323994152041552</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/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/S4E2PUVf01I/AAAAAAAAAZI/1jbCSWtdZIw/s72-c/SNV32885.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13017445.post-8970549826126054045</id><published>2010-01-31T21:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T21:48:15.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>and so i spoke to him. after so long. we've not spoken since the incident. i'm relieved, but at the same time loaded with more information. I've always wanted to talk to him about it. Maybe i was too angry, maybe i thought i shouldn't ask, maybe i knew from the beginning it might not be a good idea. but alas, I asked the Qs, he answered. not the perfect answer. I'm being selfish, cause at least i know it's still like the past. He's still the usual him, not the one that I thought he had changed into.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not as angry, but I'm ....... sad? Mixture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choice made can't be taken back. not this time. Make better of the situation.&lt;br /&gt;Love ya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13017445-8970549826126054045?l=2e1darlins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2e1darlins.blogspot.com/feeds/8970549826126054045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13017445&amp;postID=8970549826126054045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017445/posts/default/8970549826126054045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017445/posts/default/8970549826126054045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2e1darlins.blogspot.com/2010/01/and-so-i-spoke-to-him.html' title=''/><author><name>2e1 2002 Rocks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05960323994152041552</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-13017445.post-1495345639009563965</id><published>2010-01-13T21:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T21:52:15.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm being too judgmental.&lt;br /&gt;I'm being over sensitive to what people thinks about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've realised these long ago, but never thought i'd reflect on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's the story, I'm now attached to a mentor for clinic. I've heard a few negative comments about his adjustment skills, so here I am worrying if he's well liked by his peers(cause being his mentee it might affect me a little).&lt;br /&gt;While I'm worrying, I'm thinking to myself, does it really matter what others think of him, of me? Why am I asking people what kind of a person he's like, when I've not even work with him yet. Shouldn't I make my own judgement instead of hear-say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: from feedback, I shall clarify that I don't often ask others what they think of others. LOL. But because I'd have to work with this person on a 1 to 1 basis and I'm kinda jittery about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not perfect, so what rights do I have to judge and criticise others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never mix well, I love my comfort zone and I tend to only mix with people of the same race regardless of where they come from . I don't make friends easily, I try to when I'm in a new environment, but once I've moulded myself into the circle I cling on to it. If all others fail, I learn to be independant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to learn and it shall be my first resolution after 21 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. to be less judgmental&lt;br /&gt;2. to listen&lt;br /&gt;3. to disregard what people might think as long as it's right&lt;br /&gt;4. to forgive daily&lt;br /&gt;5. to forget silly things daily&lt;br /&gt;6. to have more patience and be more tolerant&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13017445-1495345639009563965?l=2e1darlins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2e1darlins.blogspot.com/feeds/1495345639009563965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13017445&amp;postID=1495345639009563965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017445/posts/default/1495345639009563965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017445/posts/default/1495345639009563965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2e1darlins.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-being-too-judgmental.html' title=''/><author><name>2e1 2002 Rocks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05960323994152041552</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-13017445.post-1646421301494192749</id><published>2010-01-07T23:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T23:57:03.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's the start of a new year with 2009 passing pretty quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the first time I'm back in perth in January, having lectures in summer, celebrating CNY in Perth and having exams on the the 3rd day of CNY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the first trimester of 4th year with lots of clinic shift and hands on coming up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not looking forward to working life, but I want to be spending my own bucks. 2 more years, before I decide what bucks I want to earn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009 - 2 friends getting married, and they're the first among my friends. sign of old age.&lt;br /&gt;             many many many 21st which I didn't manage to attend&lt;br /&gt;             uncle's wedding which I can't attend too&lt;br /&gt;             holiday trip with friends, and finally a holiday trip with parents after a long long time&lt;br /&gt;             more contact time with cousins. LOVE&lt;br /&gt;             Manage to do adjustments for the whole spine&lt;br /&gt;            &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas and New year wasn't spent like a chirstmas or NY. Christmas was spent in BKK with relatives, with no christmas atmosphere at all and I think no wishes as well, but a well spent trip with bonding time. The bond btw these cousins never felt like that before.&lt;br /&gt;Spent NYE with my darling girls, although a not so hype one this year but quality was there. Half of NY was then spent on the plane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like we've taken each other for granted now. We're so familiar with each other, understand each other so well that everything seems like a must and we expect others to understand us, to accept it as it is. Gone were the days where we squibble, where we post notes of encouragement and engaging in never ending conversations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a new year, looking forward to new addition into my life. Family, school, friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hereby wishing everyone a Happy New 2010.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13017445-1646421301494192749?l=2e1darlins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2e1darlins.blogspot.com/feeds/1646421301494192749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13017445&amp;postID=1646421301494192749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017445/posts/default/1646421301494192749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017445/posts/default/1646421301494192749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2e1darlins.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-start-of-new-year-with-2009-passing.html' title=''/><author><name>2e1 2002 Rocks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05960323994152041552</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-13017445.post-3844138388570063709</id><published>2009-10-21T22:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T22:51:56.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you're getting pissed and angry again&lt;br /&gt;making me super upset&lt;br /&gt;i'm not the perfect person, but every time i'd try and aplease you&lt;br /&gt;but what have you given me, dissapointment time and again&lt;br /&gt;i get joy from the slightest attention&lt;br /&gt;i've decided to stand up for once&lt;br /&gt;to give you a slight idea of what i'm thinking&lt;br /&gt;but who did i hurt in the end?&lt;br /&gt;myself&lt;br /&gt;perhaps nothing i do can change your mentality&lt;br /&gt;maybe i should be the one changing of heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because .............................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13017445-3844138388570063709?l=2e1darlins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2e1darlins.blogspot.com/feeds/3844138388570063709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13017445&amp;postID=3844138388570063709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017445/posts/default/3844138388570063709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017445/posts/default/3844138388570063709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2e1darlins.blogspot.com/2009/10/youre-getting-pissed-and-angry-again.html' title=''/><author><name>2e1 2002 Rocks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05960323994152041552</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-13017445.post-2916408443363886997</id><published>2009-10-17T16:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T21:17:30.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hou yitt arrrr. (very hot in cantonese)&lt;br /&gt;it's 32 degress today, but unlike hot humid Singapore the heat is much less bearable because it's not humid!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been hanging out with old friends, meeting new friends, going to new places, and eating good food. Making me a happy happy girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT (I hate buts), school's a total different story. Friends at school kinda sucks (at least some of them are), and I'm slacking too much thus I'm kinda at a lost now. So I shall declare 'IT'S SOCKS PULLING TIME'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some whining. I wasn't able to celebrate my 21st in Singapore, then I had to miss all my darlings and friends 21st. And most probably I'll have to miss New Year, and definitely missing Lunar New Year. Doesn't all these sound sucky!! And I'll only get a month break this end of the year. IT'S SUPER DUPER SUCKY LA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's ok Jia Pei, you had your fair share of fun, and you'll have more fun in future. YEAY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT MORE OYSTER PLEASE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13017445-2916408443363886997?l=2e1darlins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2e1darlins.blogspot.com/feeds/2916408443363886997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13017445&amp;postID=2916408443363886997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017445/posts/default/2916408443363886997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017445/posts/default/2916408443363886997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2e1darlins.blogspot.com/2009/10/hou-yitt-arrrr.html' title=''/><author><name>2e1 2002 Rocks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05960323994152041552</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-13017445.post-7954210515647350728</id><published>2009-10-12T01:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T01:11:34.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>don't wanna : (&lt;br /&gt;don't wanna fall in&lt;br /&gt;NO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13017445-7954210515647350728?l=2e1darlins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2e1darlins.blogspot.com/feeds/7954210515647350728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13017445&amp;postID=7954210515647350728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017445/posts/default/7954210515647350728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017445/posts/default/7954210515647350728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2e1darlins.blogspot.com/2009/10/dont-wanna-dont-wanna-fall-in-no.html' title=''/><author><name>2e1 2002 Rocks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05960323994152041552</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-13017445.post-4053252399351560323</id><published>2009-10-02T10:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T10:23:31.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've been feeling out of myself lately&lt;br /&gt;The mood swings The insecurity The unwillingness to complete what I should&lt;br /&gt;And getting pissed at every single person possible&lt;br /&gt;Something's going wrong, way too wrong&lt;br /&gt;It has lasted for almost 2 weeks now&lt;br /&gt;Just let it end quick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my study break's coming to an end now. First half of the study break was spent hanging out with people, people that I know well/not very well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No happy purchase, and no happy food makes me pretty much a sad person. Except maybe Sunday Everyday, the Japanese restaurant that I'm starting to fall in love with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been bitching a lot, and telling people that I've been bitching a lot too. But gossiping's way too addictive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've got a request for people that are reading this, could you please tell me things that you can't stand/dislike about me? Anyone please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13017445-4053252399351560323?l=2e1darlins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2e1darlins.blogspot.com/feeds/4053252399351560323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13017445&amp;postID=4053252399351560323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017445/posts/default/4053252399351560323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017445/posts/default/4053252399351560323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2e1darlins.blogspot.com/2009/10/ive-been-feeling-out-of-myself-lately.html' title=''/><author><name>2e1 2002 Rocks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05960323994152041552</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-13017445.post-6192271458908696439</id><published>2009-09-20T23:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T23:47:15.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lots of things happening recently&lt;br /&gt;home, friends and school&lt;br /&gt;Just let everything be fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad I have you :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been getting agitated easily recently&lt;br /&gt;not good not good&lt;br /&gt;time to be kind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been gossiping alot&lt;br /&gt;but I can't help it&lt;br /&gt;evil!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13017445-6192271458908696439?l=2e1darlins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2e1darlins.blogspot.com/feeds/6192271458908696439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13017445&amp;postID=6192271458908696439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017445/posts/default/6192271458908696439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017445/posts/default/6192271458908696439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2e1darlins.blogspot.com/2009/09/lots-of-things-happening-recently-home.html' title=''/><author><name>2e1 2002 Rocks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05960323994152041552</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-13017445.post-7793906456195236036</id><published>2009-09-19T09:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T12:25:10.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't want to know&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to discuss no more&lt;br /&gt;Please do not tell me about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M PISSED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;responsible, not responsible&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13017445-7793906456195236036?l=2e1darlins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2e1darlins.blogspot.com/feeds/7793906456195236036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13017445&amp;postID=7793906456195236036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017445/posts/default/7793906456195236036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017445/posts/default/7793906456195236036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2e1darlins.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-dont-want-to-know-i-dont-want-to.html' title=''/><author><name>2e1 2002 Rocks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05960323994152041552</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-13017445.post-4931744032577492721</id><published>2009-09-12T11:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T11:51:05.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SUPER RANDOM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored, but i have exams to study for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the most fortunate person in the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like crying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to eat what I want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think too much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want/need to study&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to let go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need you to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want courage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want cornflakes with cold milk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where's my rice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want comfort smell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where're my friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to know what's wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't need to know what's wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SMILE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-13017445.post-8197528738742741310</id><published>2009-09-06T19:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T19:12:36.854+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm fucking sick, and feels damn weak&lt;br /&gt;stomach flu. i think&lt;br /&gt;vomited, diarrhea, and with a fucking 39.6 fever&lt;br /&gt;no one here to talk to&lt;br /&gt;i miss home&lt;br /&gt;i slept 20 hrs straight&lt;br /&gt;test tmr, there's goes my 1%&lt;br /&gt;falling sick on the last day of my study break&lt;br /&gt;i need someone to talk to&lt;br /&gt;to cry with me&lt;br /&gt;to tell me it's gonna be ok&lt;br /&gt;an apple and a pear lasted me the whole of today&lt;br /&gt;vomiting sucks, feeling nausea sucks even more&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-13017445.post-7901861068063775008</id><published>2009-09-03T09:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T09:58:35.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm more than half way through my holidays, and I've enjoyed too much, wayyyy too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat - attended a seminar, a similar seminar that I attended in Sg but I've learnt alot more this time. Good time spent, allow me to view Chiropractic at a different angle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mon - Rotation at the clinic, and I wore the pants with the hole to work again!!!!!! without knowing it.&lt;br /&gt;I have 2 black pants, and the last time I had my rotation, I wore one of them to school, then when i got home, i realised a super big hole at the bottom, and I wanted to bring it back to Sg to sew. BUT I brought the wrong one back last holiday, so now i still have one with hole and one without. So i happily wore the one that i thought doesn't has hole to work on Mon. Only when I did my laundry ytd, did I realised that I wore the one with hole to work. Luckily it's like right at the bottom, not infront or at the back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took almost 4 hours to successfully make 2 cheese cake, not including shopping for the ingredients which took me like another 4 hrs. anywayy, I'm so glad that he came out as a success with quite a few complements. weeeeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tue - Pot luck for Amos's belated birthday. Birthday boy was relatively touch about the cake, yiipeee. and everyone love it. 2x yipeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wed - morning was sold to lin, to entertain her while she's at work. Night was with cutest/blurrest friend at Lamont, with Nisha and housemate Tim joining us half way through. Then to icey ice to celebrate Mineva's bday, and 4 of us were 1 hr late, and all of us left like 20 min after 4 of us arrive, to utopia for some karaoke until the shop closes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These marks the end of slight more than half of my holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I NEED to spent the rest of my holiday muggingg, if not I'm gonna be so dead when sch reopens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13017445-7901861068063775008?l=2e1darlins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2e1darlins.blogspot.com/feeds/7901861068063775008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13017445&amp;postID=7901861068063775008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017445/posts/default/7901861068063775008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017445/posts/default/7901861068063775008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2e1darlins.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-more-than-half-way-through-my.html' title=''/><author><name>2e1 2002 Rocks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05960323994152041552</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-13017445.post-7682789394297062788</id><published>2009-08-23T20:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T20:49:11.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm here to whine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having a headache and it sucks.&lt;br /&gt;Quiz's tmr, and there're so many freaking new words to learnt. galeazzi, monteggia, abbot saunder, gilchrest, yergason blah blah blah&lt;br /&gt;I've to do well for tmr's one because I did really really badly for last weeks, this sucks even more.&lt;br /&gt;mid sem on wed, and I only understand 25% of what I've studied, this sucks big time.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so deprived of a proper life.&lt;br /&gt;Staying home studying and youtubing. I need some fun, I need to feel useful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that bugger is not making things any better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13017445-7682789394297062788?l=2e1darlins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2e1darlins.blogspot.com/feeds/7682789394297062788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13017445&amp;postID=7682789394297062788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017445/posts/default/7682789394297062788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017445/posts/default/7682789394297062788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2e1darlins.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-here-to-whine.html' title=''/><author><name>2e1 2002 Rocks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05960323994152041552</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-13017445.post-3623421559986406331</id><published>2009-08-08T17:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T18:07:24.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's deary and dad's birthday today. Happy birthday. MUACKS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May you both enjoy this special day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's end of the first week of school, timetable's not as hectic compared to last semester's.&lt;br /&gt;We had half way day on friday, it's a celebration for the 3rd years, as we're half way through the 5 year course, so lecture and labs were all canceled. Started with champagne breakfast at kings park. The breakfast was so-so and the ambience outside was good, but we spent all our time inside the cafe. Then we had a mini amazing race in the city, ran like shit and got second place with no prizes. Our group decided to detach from the rest and went to pick pipi up and went for dim sum lunch, then to the field to fly the plane which failed to fly properly after a few trials, so we ended up hanging out at Allan's place and chit chat, while the rest went to the pub then to the taven at school to drink till mid night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dim sum lunch wasn't good, the usual things like siew mai and har gaw was slightly below average. The salt pepper squid, lau sha bao, and mango pudding was yummmmy though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alcohol was in the plan throughout yesterday's celebration, it started with champage breakfast and ended with drinking at the tav. It's the culture that I don't think I'll get used to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still craving for dim sum, although I've already had it twice this week!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13017445-3623421559986406331?l=2e1darlins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2e1darlins.blogspot.com/feeds/3623421559986406331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13017445&amp;postID=3623421559986406331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017445/posts/default/3623421559986406331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017445/posts/default/3623421559986406331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2e1darlins.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-deary-and-dads-birthday-today.html' title=''/><author><name>2e1 2002 Rocks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05960323994152041552</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-13017445.post-8267625821153970300</id><published>2009-07-28T22:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T23:11:56.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you all want me to be there all the time, but where were you all when i needed a friend.&lt;br /&gt;These were not the exact words, but it was from someone in our group. I find it quite true at that time, and now I find it even more true. Some of us should really reflect on this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My holiday's ending soon, this is the most well spent holiday. Two holiday trips, working, gaining experience, learning lots of things plus Lots of quality instead of quantity time spent with love ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bangkok trip was great, but not a place I would want to visit again so soon. Good shopping, good companies, but the air there was horrible. nice experience, I love the tut tut although it causes air pollution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tioman was good. Many first time, lots of quality time. Even after so many years of friendship, we still had many things to learn about each other, to know each other better. time didn't pull us apart, it made us cherish each other even more, and most importantly, i found another holiday food kaki!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned many valuable lesson about the profession I'm going to be in, things that people at my level don't get the chance to. I thought I'd cast my doubts away, but a new one always surface.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13017445-8267625821153970300?l=2e1darlins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2e1darlins.blogspot.com/feeds/8267625821153970300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13017445&amp;postID=8267625821153970300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017445/posts/default/8267625821153970300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017445/posts/default/8267625821153970300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2e1darlins.blogspot.com/2009/07/you-all-want-me-to-be-there-all-time.html' title=''/><author><name>2e1 2002 Rocks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05960323994152041552</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-13017445.post-3702702812501057258</id><published>2009-05-26T09:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T10:02:32.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm freaking out. It's already Tuesday, and exam is in less than a week. My study momentum is not steady yet, while I'm still thinking of watching vedios, BLOGGING, playing minisweeper, facebook, chatting etc.&lt;br /&gt;They're overloading us, I really do feel like slapping them. 3rd year is already hard enough, and our cohort gets another additional unit because they're changing the course structure.&lt;br /&gt;I think I need to slap myself too.&lt;br /&gt;there are so many things on my mind, and studying might be the last thing.&lt;br /&gt;Please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13017445-3702702812501057258?l=2e1darlins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2e1darlins.blogspot.com/feeds/3702702812501057258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13017445&amp;postID=3702702812501057258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017445/posts/default/3702702812501057258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017445/posts/default/3702702812501057258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2e1darlins.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-freaking-out.html' title=''/><author><name>2e1 2002 Rocks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05960323994152041552</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-13017445.post-2094990337231412992</id><published>2009-05-24T10:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T11:06:11.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/Shi1-0F-4OI/AAAAAAAAAYg/kMFSb3gAibw/s1600-h/3528466454_0357d26366.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/Shi1-0F-4OI/AAAAAAAAAYg/kMFSb3gAibw/s400/3528466454_0357d26366.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339217448987975906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Still holding tight even when it's not by your side, farther and farther it slides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was blog hopping and found this picture. Taken by my cousin's friend, a 15-16 year old boy. Many of them wrote really well, very emo, very precise, I like their way of writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brain's going tipsy turvy again, need to fix it back into the right place.&lt;br /&gt;I'm being an ass at home, pissing some people off, I THINK! I get extreme cranky and irritating when exams/tests are round the corner, no matter how hard I try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's freezing cold, my clothes took 5 days to dry, plus I had to wash them twice because of the constant rain, and I did something really dumb which cause bleached patches on some of my clothings, and I do not have a proper lunch and dinner these 2 days, mainly carbs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home alone is good, I love it quiet and peaceful with the occasional plane flying across, but not with the irritating dogs barking. I have nothing against the dogs, it's the owners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm wasting my time when I need more time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to concentrate!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13017445-2094990337231412992?l=2e1darlins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2e1darlins.blogspot.com/feeds/2094990337231412992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13017445&amp;postID=2094990337231412992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017445/posts/default/2094990337231412992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017445/posts/default/2094990337231412992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2e1darlins.blogspot.com/2009/05/still-holding-tight-even-when-its-not.html' title=''/><author><name>2e1 2002 Rocks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05960323994152041552</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/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/Shi1-0F-4OI/AAAAAAAAAYg/kMFSb3gAibw/s72-c/3528466454_0357d26366.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13017445.post-789076014324248788</id><published>2009-05-20T16:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T16:30:07.039+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm playing with fire again.&lt;br /&gt;I'm fighting for peace.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to stop before I set myself on fire.&lt;br /&gt;PEACE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's getting a little chilly, I'm getting used to it although I still hate winter.&lt;br /&gt;It's end of the semester, and this is the last week of school before we have our study break and exams!&lt;br /&gt;I'm so deprived of fun, it had been ages since I loose my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Received min's present, I love it loads. Thanks dearest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to go let loose of my brain now, before it starts to spasm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13017445-789076014324248788?l=2e1darlins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2e1darlins.blogspot.com/feeds/789076014324248788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13017445&amp;postID=789076014324248788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017445/posts/default/789076014324248788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017445/posts/default/789076014324248788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2e1darlins.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-playing-with-fire-again.html' title=''/><author><name>2e1 2002 Rocks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05960323994152041552</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-13017445.post-9057303357622400443</id><published>2009-05-17T18:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T18:19:26.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I (We) made a purchase on impulse. We bought 3 tickets to Bangkok in June. Everything was done within an hour, from coming up with the idea, to buying of tickets. HOW COOL IS THAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I should be happy about it, but it just doesn't seems right. oh well, I shouldn't be the one commenting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13017445-9057303357622400443?l=2e1darlins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2e1darlins.blogspot.com/feeds/9057303357622400443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13017445&amp;postID=9057303357622400443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017445/posts/default/9057303357622400443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017445/posts/default/9057303357622400443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2e1darlins.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-we-made-purchase-on-impulse.html' title=''/><author><name>2e1 2002 Rocks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05960323994152041552</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-13017445.post-5675500844083765522</id><published>2009-05-10T21:01:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T18:15:25.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Some pictures from my phone&lt;br /&gt;We took these pictures, because both guys coincidentally wore pink t-shirts and we girls wore blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/SgbRlA6b88I/AAAAAAAAAYY/Wklb21WZmcQ/s1600-h/DSC00317.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/SgbRlA6b88I/AAAAAAAAAYY/Wklb21WZmcQ/s400/DSC00317.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334181242497397698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/SgbRk9CyhsI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/tVgq030X6rY/s1600-h/DSC00315.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/SgbRk9CyhsI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/tVgq030X6rY/s400/DSC00315.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334181241458689730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;SOFT SERVE. My craving was surpressed for so long that I think I had 3 soft serves within 2 weeks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/SgbRk_QSXAI/AAAAAAAAAYI/_4c1wuk38D4/s1600-h/DSC00322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/SgbRk_QSXAI/AAAAAAAAAYI/_4c1wuk38D4/s400/DSC00322.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334181242052172802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our practical. People love attacking nipples, that's why he's covering it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/SgbRkcXOegI/AAAAAAAAAYA/pcmpLNnGIHA/s1600-h/DSC00320.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/SgbRkcXOegI/AAAAAAAAAYA/pcmpLNnGIHA/s400/DSC00320.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334181232686037506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;5 of us coincidentally wore the clinic shirt that day. The ang moh on the right happens to be my practical exam partner, and his hair is damn soft la, feels like golden retrievers' fur, or even softer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/SgbQtJbLkhI/AAAAAAAAAX4/W77ZEGmjrYs/s1600-h/P010509_13.27.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/SgbQtJbLkhI/AAAAAAAAAX4/W77ZEGmjrYs/s400/P010509_13.27.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334180282709545490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the remain, spot the fire engine at the back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/SgbQtGPf9ZI/AAAAAAAAAXw/dyZIsV1xyPg/s1600-h/DSC00110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/SgbQtGPf9ZI/AAAAAAAAAXw/dyZIsV1xyPg/s400/DSC00110.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334180281855243666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;People around me are in love. woohooo. First was buddy with her happy ending after regretting rejecting him, and sulked for days. Then friend's bf came over from Malaysia to celebrate her birthday. Then I received a shocking news this morning, 2 OF MY GOOD FRIENDS GOT TOGETHER. Wish them well, ROCK ON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Received Gen's card and Lin's scrape book. Thanks girls. I was so excited about lin's present, I come home from school everyday, hoping to see a package on the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love&lt;br /&gt;Jia Pei&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13017445-5675500844083765522?l=2e1darlins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2e1darlins.blogspot.com/feeds/5675500844083765522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13017445&amp;postID=5675500844083765522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017445/posts/default/5675500844083765522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017445/posts/default/5675500844083765522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2e1darlins.blogspot.com/2009/05/some-pictures-from-my-phone-we-took.html' title=''/><author><name>2e1 2002 Rocks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05960323994152041552</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/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/SgbRlA6b88I/AAAAAAAAAYY/Wklb21WZmcQ/s72-c/DSC00317.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13017445.post-7087021317159123725</id><published>2009-05-06T21:20:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T21:56:08.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Birthday 'celebration' was not a big one, but an enjoyable one. With new people, new experience. Though it was kinda impromptu, but I think all of us had a great time. Then the 'celebration' at night was a simple one, but thanks for making the effort.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to those that had wished me. I received wishes from all kind of sources. Sms, msn, email, e-card, parcels, video call, in person, facebook, blogs' post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a really 'eventful' day today. I was involved in an accident. I decided to skip my last lecture and go for lunch at Freo, and the car was available, so I took the chance to drive my friends and I there. how exciting, it's the first time after I got my liscense that I'm driving to somewhere other than around my suburb without adult supervision. I just got out into the main road, and I met into an accident. My first reaction was 'how lucky can I get, the first time and I get into an accident'. No one is badly injured, except the 3rd car that was innocently 'draged' into the accident, I'm not sure what happened to her, I only know that she's being sent to the hospital because of a back ache. Hopefully nothing major. The car is badly injured though, the front of the car is a gone case, the air bag came off and they've decided to scrape the car. I ended the car's life.&lt;br /&gt;Was in a shock right after the accident, it was only seconds later that we got to our senses. I realised that the air bag was out and there was smoke, and I could smell something burning. Afraid that it might explode, I shouted for everyone to get out, but being a 2 door car, I had to come out before the person at the back could come out, what's worst was the passenger door was stuck. I came out and realised that the car's leaking, I was getting quite worried by that time, thinking that it's petrol. (but was told by the police later that it was radioactive water)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things would have been worst if there were other cars beside me, or if I was driving a less sturdy car. (I was driving a Wolkswagen, a European car) Many commented that we were really lucky that non of us were badly injured, especially after knowing the state of the car.&lt;br /&gt;Thank God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love&lt;br /&gt;Jia Pei&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13017445-7087021317159123725?l=2e1darlins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2e1darlins.blogspot.com/feeds/7087021317159123725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13017445&amp;postID=7087021317159123725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017445/posts/default/7087021317159123725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017445/posts/default/7087021317159123725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2e1darlins.blogspot.com/2009/05/birthday-celebration-was-not-big-one.html' title=''/><author><name>2e1 2002 Rocks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05960323994152041552</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-13017445.post-4557959070205063505</id><published>2009-04-29T07:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T07:22:50.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm feeling really really bad early in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;I dread going to school now.&lt;br /&gt;I sat for 2 tests yesterday, and it seems like I'm set for a death roll. This sucks, big time.&lt;br /&gt;I've never felt so bad after a test before. It feels like I'm just waiting for the day to come, but still holding on to a glimpse of hope that it might just all be a hoax. I lack motivation now, it has drained all spirit in me.&lt;br /&gt;Oh God, please, please help me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13017445-4557959070205063505?l=2e1darlins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2e1darlins.blogspot.com/feeds/4557959070205063505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13017445&amp;postID=4557959070205063505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017445/posts/default/4557959070205063505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017445/posts/default/4557959070205063505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2e1darlins.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-feeling-really-really-bad-early-in.html' title=''/><author><name>2e1 2002 Rocks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05960323994152041552</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-13017445.post-5327392791182152265</id><published>2009-04-22T22:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T21:21:08.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've done something which I hate if it's done on me instead. I did it twice, on 2 different people. =( and it's bugging me now, pricking my conscience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's mid week of the first week of school reopen. Many labs canceled, will be back early for the next few days, =) but will have to study for my tests next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoyed my study break, went out and about. Wanted to blog about it the other day, was too tired, then things started happening and affected my mood.&lt;br /&gt;Low EQ. INEEDAHIGHEREQ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum got me the Magnum USB the other day from 7-11. Few days later, my USB went missing and I don't remember misplacing it. Maybe she got upset, cause I said that it's spoiling and wanted to give it to my mum, so she ran away in the middle of the night. Her neck's dislocated, other than that, she's still functioning. USB USB if you see this please come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a magic table here. He loves to play hide and seek with my things. It happened twice today, first was my sweet then my pencil. I was looking every where for my pencil and couldn't find it, few min after I gave up, I found the pencil on the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sleepy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13017445-5327392791182152265?l=2e1darlins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2e1darlins.blogspot.com/feeds/5327392791182152265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13017445&amp;postID=5327392791182152265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017445/posts/default/5327392791182152265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017445/posts/default/5327392791182152265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2e1darlins.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-did-something-which-i-hate-when.html' title=''/><author><name>2e1 2002 Rocks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05960323994152041552</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-13017445.post-9157918511177334352</id><published>2009-04-16T14:13:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T23:10:57.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>On this very sacred day and time, 16th April 09, 2:13pm, I've decided to stop using the F word.&lt;br /&gt;I do not know how and when did I picked up this bad habit, which I used to hate. It became such a common word that I used it at least twice a day. Anyway from now on, it's not going to vibrate from my voice box cause it's so not cool!&lt;br /&gt;What made me come to my senses?&lt;br /&gt;I was talking to someone in the morning, and that person said the word so casually that it kinda irritate me. Maybe it's due to my negative feelings towards that person, but it's a good change anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This incident leads me to realise that I have and can actually learn a lot from people that I encounter. Be it people that I love, hate, like or even strangers.&lt;br /&gt;I've learnt simple things like a new vocab, to things that improves my EQ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People tend to pick up new habits when they move out of their country to a new place, and they usually pick up the bad ones more than the good ones. Take Australia as an e.g., they say thank you to the bus driver when they alight, they smile and ask how are  you when you make your purchase. These are the good habits, but how many actually practice these good habits when they go back to their home country. On the contrary, they 'practice' the bad habits everywhere they go. The F word is a very classic example. Not many people in Singapore uses the F word, even if they do, the frequency of them using is not as high as the Australians. But asians/Singaporeans pick up the F word in Australia, and mix them in every single sentence, and bring it back to their home country. Another would be kissing, to be more precise, french kissing. How often do you see people french kissing in Singapore? I've seen 0 in school, maybe 1 or 2 on the streets, but I've seen so many asians kissing in school here in Australia. There's this particular incident that left quite an impression in me, it was in high school, 2 chinese, a Singaporean and a Indonesian, they kissed at the locker area where everyone was busy getting their books. I was so afraid that their tongue might get tangled, and the girl wasn't 'satisfied' and asked for more after they parted slightly.&lt;br /&gt;After living in a more westernised country, people tend to think that it's ok to do these things. but often, these people just doesn't know when to stop. It sounds right when a Ang moh uses the F word, and the ang moh doesn't kiss like how the couple I saw at the locker did. We asians learn it but we take it further a step and it portrays a different kind of feeling?&lt;br /&gt;We should take the courage to practice the good habits, even in our home country, and use the bad habits sparingly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13017445-9157918511177334352?l=2e1darlins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2e1darlins.blogspot.com/feeds/9157918511177334352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13017445&amp;postID=9157918511177334352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017445/posts/default/9157918511177334352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017445/posts/default/9157918511177334352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2e1darlins.blogspot.com/2009/04/on-this-very-sacred-day-and-time-16th.html' title=''/><author><name>2e1 2002 Rocks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05960323994152041552</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-13017445.post-3200276370220055902</id><published>2009-04-14T19:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T19:39:55.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As usual, my study break doesn't follow how I want it to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got the chance to use the car the other day, and guess what, there was a road block on the way home. Shock! panic. My P suddenly gone missing. ohhh nooo. Anyway I wasn't stopped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had 2 soft serve this week. wooohooo&lt;br /&gt;And I did 2 of my favourite things yesterday. Mahjong and steamboat accompanied by the guilt of not completing my work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There'll be more events for the rest of the week, and the study mood is slipping away. brown coww&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13017445-3200276370220055902?l=2e1darlins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2e1darlins.blogspot.com/feeds/3200276370220055902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13017445&amp;postID=3200276370220055902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017445/posts/default/3200276370220055902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017445/posts/default/3200276370220055902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2e1darlins.blogspot.com/2009/04/as-usual-my-study-break-doesnt-follow.html' title=''/><author><name>2e1 2002 Rocks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05960323994152041552</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-13017445.post-4433830482336915280</id><published>2009-04-10T17:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T17:09:17.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today marks the start of my study break again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best friend broke up with girlfriend yesterday. He's feeling depressed, feeling lost now. It's ok my friend, you'll get over it soon.&lt;br /&gt;Although I don't agree with the way he did it, but it's his relationship, it's his way of ending it.&lt;br /&gt;A big big hug for you my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vf_pgA2THQ0/Sd8IpYjAJ2I/AAAAAAAAAAU/VIS4npe76i4/s1600-h/de4823837273b6b8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 128px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vf_pgA2THQ0/Sd8IpYjAJ2I/AAAAAAAAAAU/VIS4npe76i4/s400/de4823837273b6b8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322982791632136034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished a 23 epi drama in 2-3 days, and it feels like a waste of time, not an extremely good story. donkk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sent Da jie and Chloe to the airport yesterday, they'll be away for a week. So it's pretty much home alone most of the time. Only left with auntie and I. I kinda like it though, quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of going to Cafe again. SHOULD I SHOULD I NOT? I'm missing you sticky date pudding. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've to start studying soon, it's going to be hectic weeekkkssss after the break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised that I'm becoming very selfish. Booo Being kind, being helpful, being selfless shouldn't be something that requires thinking.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe some people just don't deserve it.&lt;br /&gt;I need to purify my heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13017445-4433830482336915280?l=2e1darlins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2e1darlins.blogspot.com/feeds/4433830482336915280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13017445&amp;postID=4433830482336915280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017445/posts/default/4433830482336915280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017445/posts/default/4433830482336915280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2e1darlins.blogspot.com/2009/04/today-marks-start-of-my-study-break.html' title=''/><author><name>2e1 2002 Rocks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05960323994152041552</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/_vf_pgA2THQ0/Sd8IpYjAJ2I/AAAAAAAAAAU/VIS4npe76i4/s72-c/de4823837273b6b8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13017445.post-2575731423875187502</id><published>2009-04-04T21:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T22:07:02.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;I hate it when I don't have the motivation. It makes trying hard even harder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;I hate it when I compare myself with others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;I hate it when everything reminds me of YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khalil Fong - Singalongsong  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I wrote this song it’s not too long &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cos’ I’ve been thinking ‘about you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I wrote this song maybe I’m wrong &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To be caught up about you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well I don’t know what you think ’bout me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Maybe you think nothing at all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But maybe you could just lie to me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And we could be in love you see &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Chorus:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh it’s a singalong song that’s not too long &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It’s when I think about you that I hear songs &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And you can singalong maybe if you want to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cos’ baby I wrote this I wrote this for you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I wrote this song it’s not too long &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cos’ I’m the one who loves you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I wrote this song this can’t be wrong &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I don’t wanna smile without you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well I just want to make you happy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but maybe you want nothing at all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and how I wish that you’re meant to be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;forever and a day with me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Repeat Chorus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In everyway you mean more to me than you’ll ever know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Girl I’ll do my best to show these words are true &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And if you’d like to make a song &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And be a perfect harmony with me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I’d find the greatest words to sing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So we could write our own romance &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Repeat Chorus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've been repeating the same song for an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1 week but where's my SOFTSERVE!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Road trip to Magareat River is canceled. I was really excited about going, but there's too much school work that 10 days of study break won't even be enough. ohhh weelll. Tee dearest we'll still meet up k.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13017445-2575731423875187502?l=2e1darlins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2e1darlins.blogspot.com/feeds/2575731423875187502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13017445&amp;postID=2575731423875187502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017445/posts/default/2575731423875187502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017445/posts/default/2575731423875187502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2e1darlins.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-hate-it-when-i-dont-have-motivation.html' title=''/><author><name>2e1 2002 Rocks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05960323994152041552</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-13017445.post-1031769974888797697</id><published>2009-04-02T19:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T19:55:53.685+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Absence diminishes little passions and increases great ones, as the wind extinguishes candles and fans a fire" Francois de la Rochefoucauld&lt;br /&gt;That's from my friend's nick. Think it's kinda cool and true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams tomorrow, and I've never felt so unprepared before. I'm tired, I feel so helpless. And I still have the cheek/time/brain to come and blog.&lt;br /&gt;On the verge on giving up, but NOO, I'M NOT BLOODY GIVING UP, YOU INFLAMMATIONS!!! I'm going to love you and give you lots of kisses. I love bacterias, viruses, parasites e.t.c&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13017445-1031769974888797697?l=2e1darlins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2e1darlins.blogspot.com/feeds/1031769974888797697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13017445&amp;postID=1031769974888797697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017445/posts/default/1031769974888797697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017445/posts/default/1031769974888797697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2e1darlins.blogspot.com/2009/04/absence-diminishes-little-passions-and.html' title=''/><author><name>2e1 2002 Rocks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05960323994152041552</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-13017445.post-832864814937681161</id><published>2009-04-01T13:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T13:39:17.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Another test this Friday, and I'm really really not prepared for it. ohhh nooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sleepy worm is like crawling all over my body. How I wish I can sleep forever. Something is wrong. wake up wakeup!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life revolves around, school and home. NOTHING ELSE. ohhnooo. Maybe some grocery shopping. This is real bad. I don't even have lunch at Asian Caravan anymore. There goes my tendon, chilli squid, spicy egg plant and this new chicken that's yummilicious. wahhahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need go shit and take a nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, I woke up at like 3 this morning, and 5 plus the day before, but went back to sleep lah. Body clock! ohhh nooo Plus, I used to be very sensitive towards noise when I'm sleeping, so I'll wake up when my alarm rings, but recently I didn't even realised that it rang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tee wrote something about the reshuffling of cabinet in her blog. I'm glad that Mr Teo Chee Hean is the duputy prime minister too. WHy? Cause he's also Teo. Plus I've got good impression of him. oh well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/JIAPEI%7E1/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/JIAPEI%7E1/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/SdL4sd0AAyI/AAAAAAAAAXo/_UNEt158szA/s1600-h/becdec65171fd514.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 96px; height: 145px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/SdL4sd0AAyI/AAAAAAAAAXo/_UNEt158szA/s400/becdec65171fd514.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319587552678642466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised that I'm so out of the world. Not enough general knowledge. The things I know are mainly from what I studied in school, plus studying something so specific like the human body, I've missed out on lots of other things. Like politics, history, economics blah blah blah. but but but, I do read the news on yahoo, selective though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I need to go shit now. bye ppl. Have fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13017445-832864814937681161?l=2e1darlins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2e1darlins.blogspot.com/feeds/832864814937681161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13017445&amp;postID=832864814937681161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017445/posts/default/832864814937681161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017445/posts/default/832864814937681161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2e1darlins.blogspot.com/2009/04/another-test-this-friday-and-im-really.html' title=''/><author><name>2e1 2002 Rocks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05960323994152041552</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/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/SdL4sd0AAyI/AAAAAAAAAXo/_UNEt158szA/s72-c/becdec65171fd514.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13017445.post-1223124757528420858</id><published>2009-03-29T19:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T20:21:04.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why is the font so big for the previous post!! don't like it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exam's tomorrow, mixed feeling, i've no mood to study, but I'm left with quite a few things to memories. oh well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been wanting to have soft serve for the last 3 days, but noooo soft serve. good in a sense anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like going back to sg during my 1 week break. ohh nooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exams for the next two weeks. ohhh nooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need something to jazz up my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to like the night, but not anymore, I wonder why. It's kinda terrifying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I accidentally went on the curb at the Malaysia custom and scratched the rim of the tire, and my bro instead of my father nagged and nag. then yesterday i received news of my brother complaining that i spoiled the pedal. oh weeelll. don't care. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i kinda miss my walking session&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling kind of bloated now, and i don't know why. the grapes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to laugh out loud&lt;br /&gt;I need to cry out loud&lt;br /&gt;I need to shout out loud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My niece vomited on me in the car yesterday. Luckily it's only milk. oh weell.&lt;br /&gt;I just got a big kiss from her. :) Ee Boon pls don't be jealous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the font go back to normal, please please please&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some updates&lt;br /&gt;hui's in jarkata now. oh mann. she say she's going there to find a husband.&lt;br /&gt;lin's down with chicken pox.&lt;br /&gt;and an extremely big news. apparently, lin blocked hui on msn. hahaa.&lt;br /&gt;why do i know? cause hui was telling me yesterday that lin's down with CP, then i told her lin's nick is big enough. and she went to check, but she didn't see anything, and she say she has not seen lin online for the past few days, when I saw her just that afternoon. INTERNAL CONFLICT!!&lt;br /&gt;Meng's working really hard, but he was banned from 4 days of work because of some mistakes. plus i think he's secretly in love with my friend Kristie. i think he talks to her more than he talks to me, and he's been telling Kristie secrets, which always comes back to me. hahaha And i just got to know one of his big secret. hahahaha. he gave the green light to spread it, but i'll be kind to not post it here but if you want to know i'll tell you.&lt;br /&gt;The rest are pretty busy with their life. yen's got a online survey, so if you wanna help, ask her for the url&lt;br /&gt;ohhh nooo. I feel like a seconday school kid writing a post like that. BUT I'M LOVIN IT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need some drugs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13017445-1223124757528420858?l=2e1darlins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2e1darlins.blogspot.com/feeds/1223124757528420858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13017445&amp;postID=1223124757528420858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017445/posts/default/1223124757528420858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017445/posts/default/1223124757528420858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2e1darlins.blogspot.com/2009/03/why-is-font-so-big-for-previous-post.html' title=''/><author><name>2e1 2002 Rocks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05960323994152041552</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-13017445.post-960109970144593805</id><published>2009-03-28T17:42:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T19:53:00.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Out of my life, but not my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Exam coming monday. OHNNOOOo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After almost 4 years here, I finally get to try/bye ice cream from the mobile ice cream seller. It's a man, driving a van, with soft serve ice cream machine in the van. cool lehh. Plus plus plus, they play a very kiddy melodious Fur Elise(i think so). In Singapore we have the wafer ice cream, where all the kids run out when they here the so familiar ding ding ding of the bell, and pray hard the ice cream man is in a good mood, then he'll give you a ultra big piece. hahaha. I used to like it with bread, but now I like it with the wafer biscuits. Back to the soft serve, for the novelty, we had to pay 7 times more compared to Macdonald's which cost only 50cents, although mine was a treat. oh well. I was a happy girl that evening. Hungry Jack's (Burger King in Singapore) soft serve cone tasted like it has cheese in it. ILOVESOFTSERVE&lt;br /&gt;Pictures next time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mplayer is not working. ohhhnoooo. My mum predicted that it's only going to last me for 2 weeks when I told her I got it. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm loving the song 'Singalongsong'. I first came across the MV, and with the help of the very helpful Kok Meng, I managed to get the song. It's now my alarm and my ringtone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If one day, someone tells you that you don't have to worry about the future anymore, financially, would you continue to do what you're doing now?&lt;br /&gt;My first answer was no, I would quit studying, but after some consideration, I changed my mind.&lt;br /&gt;My topic for the next post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHHH nooo. I got to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day light saving would be over by tomorrow, which means Singapore and Perth would have the same time zone again, which mean, I have an extra hour tomorrow. hee&lt;br /&gt;I need more time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13017445-960109970144593805?l=2e1darlins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2e1darlins.blogspot.com/feeds/960109970144593805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13017445&amp;postID=960109970144593805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017445/posts/default/960109970144593805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017445/posts/default/960109970144593805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2e1darlins.blogspot.com/2009/03/out-of-my-life-but-not-my-mind-exam.html' title=''/><author><name>2e1 2002 Rocks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05960323994152041552</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-13017445.post-5699666360515750034</id><published>2009-03-25T17:09:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T19:22:03.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It was quiet, only my footsteps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd day of school. SO FAST?? OHNOOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attended my cousin's graduation yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;I had a chance to go into the office of St George bank yesterday, and the idea of working in a office came into mind again.&lt;br /&gt;I had wanted to work in a office when I was little, apart from being a teacher so that I could mark homework. Being really busy, typing, phone calls, note pads, facsimile,  etc etc. That was like the ideal job. I wanted to work in a place where I can interact with many people, where I have lots of colleagues.&lt;br /&gt;I played 'office office' with my cousins, when we were younger. There were a few old computers and phones at my grandma's, so we would just set everything up, pretended to answer calls, writing down clients information and pass them to each other.&lt;br /&gt;When I was primary 5, my form teacher asked what our ambition was. I raised my hand and said that I wanted to be a floor manager. Why? Because I was a drama freak, and there's this drama about stock broker playing on channel 8 at that time. Fann Wong was the lead actress and they replayed the drama few months back. The work environment is similar to what I wanted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But things changed, the idea of working in such a environment could still be there, but as my interest changes, the idea was stuffed into the back of my mind.&lt;br /&gt;After I graduated from year 12, and was deciding on what to do next, the work environment was one of the factors that I considered. I was choosing between Physiotherapy or Chiropractic. A physiotherapist work environment would be what I wanted, working in a hospital, there would be interactions with doctors and nurses, patients, administrative stuff etc. But I choose Chiropractic. Why? I don't remember exactly why. The lure could be money and fame and some influence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More than likely, my future work environment would be the direct opposite from what I wanted. My colleagues would be the assistant and maybe another Chiropractor, and the other people that I'll be interacting with are patients.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back, my path could lead me to anywhere. If I had worked hard during my primary and secondary school days, I might end up studying commerce, because that's what most me and  Singaporeans want to study. If I had worked less hard and did really badly for my Os I might well become a pet groomer. If I had worked extremely hard or I have the courage to re-adapt myself in another city, I might become a Veterinarian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. I can't foresee the future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13017445-5699666360515750034?l=2e1darlins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2e1darlins.blogspot.com/feeds/5699666360515750034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13017445&amp;postID=5699666360515750034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017445/posts/default/5699666360515750034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017445/posts/default/5699666360515750034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2e1darlins.blogspot.com/2009/03/it-was-quiet-only-my-footsteps.html' title=''/><author><name>2e1 2002 Rocks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05960323994152041552</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-13017445.post-9173611571369943655</id><published>2009-03-22T15:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T15:30:59.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;i want to baahhh out crying. damn. evening is yet another depressing moment. thought i can go out and get my bed, but hell no. my temper is like 0.0000000001mm. i don't feel like my walk, but i want it. =[ it's sunday. i hate sundays. i can't curse and swear at them. =[ everything's not right. i have the urge to just fly back to sg or hide somewhere and get lost for a week. i need therapeutic things like a massage or shopping, or just spending money. i can't let this go on.. oh mann.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;i'm stuckkkkkk.&lt;br /&gt;i've nothing to write.&lt;br /&gt;i love irritating people&lt;br /&gt;it's fun&lt;br /&gt;see their fucked up face&lt;br /&gt;i'm writing nonsense&lt;br /&gt;i cut my nails today&lt;br /&gt;i've watched a few good movies but with low quality screening&lt;br /&gt;no one's online for me to disturb&lt;br /&gt;those that are online, i'm not interested to disturb&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to iga later&lt;br /&gt;i'm planning to get some ham and coriander&lt;br /&gt;oh no, but i can't get abc chilli&lt;br /&gt;crap&lt;br /&gt;maybe i can get it and hide it in my room&lt;br /&gt;evil laugh&lt;br /&gt;i've concluded that only your parents and your dogs will love you more than you love them&lt;br /&gt;that doesn't imply that parents are dogs unless you're a dog&lt;br /&gt;or you're a mix breed, like cat and dog mix, then you can have a dog as a parent&lt;br /&gt;i want to slap someone&lt;br /&gt;i feel like abusing someone now&lt;br /&gt;when can i eat my pete&lt;br /&gt;i hate drinking nonsense soup&lt;br /&gt;can i have bird nest instead? haha&lt;br /&gt;i need a life&lt;br /&gt;i wish i've got magic fingers and i can play any music pieces i want&lt;br /&gt;i feel like playing basketball&lt;br /&gt;do you like sleeping on your bed?&lt;br /&gt;what do you like most about your life?&lt;br /&gt;i love and adore 99% of my life&lt;br /&gt;why are you a crap?&lt;br /&gt;i haven't got a chance to drink my baileys yet&lt;br /&gt;i nneeedd to go&lt;br /&gt;byee&lt;br /&gt;stay happy&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:180%;" &gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;=]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13017445-9173611571369943655?l=2e1darlins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2e1darlins.blogspot.com/feeds/9173611571369943655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13017445&amp;postID=9173611571369943655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017445/posts/default/9173611571369943655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017445/posts/default/9173611571369943655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2e1darlins.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-want-to-baahhh-out-crying.html' title=''/><author><name>2e1 2002 Rocks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05960323994152041552</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-13017445.post-149612711484310378</id><published>2009-03-21T19:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T20:21:13.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today I hear no howling of the wind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;but my foot steps and children screams&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315608555924625714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/ScTV0XzqGTI/AAAAAAAAAXg/G1p08bru0l8/s400/DSC00310.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And my mum complains that mangosteens in Singapore are expensive.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Who the hell with the right brain pay $1.95 for a Mangosteen that's so small. It's slightly smaller than those sold in Singapore. IT'S PATHETIC. That price tag kills all craving.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'd rather pay $43.05 more to eat my STICKY DATE PUDDING. OHHHH NOOOOO&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's quite a depressing day today. I didn't finish the work I planned to finish yesterday, and I'm still stuck with yesterdays work. depress. School is starting coming monday. uber depress. 2 of my friends are depress. depress. Learnt that my younger cousin got caught smoking in school. depress. Consuming too much sugar. depress. Exams are around the corner and I'm not prepared. depress. Not doing well for my practicals. extreme depress. Can't celebrate my friends' 21st in Singapore. depresssss&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;oooohhhhhhhh nnnnnoooooo. I should stop listing out the things. It's making me more depress&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I had a good chat yesterday. Finally someone can relate to how I feel, although if I tell her the whole story she might go HUH. but still happy. I think I managed to put half the load off. Happy. Took the courage to try the vanilla bubble tea and it's not too bad. Happy. I had strawberry mochi cake this morning, and it's nice. Happy. I went for my jog third time this week. Happy. I love my parents. Happy. I have everything I want in life, except one thing. but still Happy. I watched kang xi lai le. Happy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I WANT TO STAY HAPPY =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Post happy things in your blogs please, because happiness is infectious. HELP KEEP EVERYONE HAPPY. Tell me about happy things, there're too many unhappy stuff clogging my brain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13017445-149612711484310378?l=2e1darlins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2e1darlins.blogspot.com/feeds/149612711484310378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13017445&amp;postID=149612711484310378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017445/posts/default/149612711484310378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017445/posts/default/149612711484310378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2e1darlins.blogspot.com/2009/03/today-i-hear-no-howling-of-wind-but-my.html' title=''/><author><name>2e1 2002 Rocks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05960323994152041552</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/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/ScTV0XzqGTI/AAAAAAAAAXg/G1p08bru0l8/s72-c/DSC00310.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13017445.post-4031177324866115306</id><published>2009-03-20T16:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T17:33:34.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I could feel&lt;br /&gt;the strong wind caressing me&lt;br /&gt;the leaves brushing my hair as I walk under the trees&lt;br /&gt;I could see&lt;br /&gt;the trees and bushes waving at me up in the hills&lt;br /&gt;the grass smiling at me as they bask under the sun&lt;br /&gt;I could hear&lt;br /&gt;the whispers of the wind&lt;br /&gt;the playful chirping of the birds&lt;br /&gt;I could smell the unscented scent of the woods, of the air, of the lake&lt;br /&gt;As my body tangles and unite with the vast nature that we so often, take for granted&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13017445-4031177324866115306?l=2e1darlins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2e1darlins.blogspot.com/feeds/4031177324866115306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13017445&amp;postID=4031177324866115306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017445/posts/default/4031177324866115306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017445/posts/default/4031177324866115306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2e1darlins.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-could-feel-strong-wind-caressing-me.html' title=''/><author><name>2e1 2002 Rocks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05960323994152041552</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-13017445.post-7268684921210719192</id><published>2009-03-19T12:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T12:45:16.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How I wish I could just lay in bed, hide under my blanket, and stay there forever. With the TV on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling better, after a walk at 12 noon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully some bubble tea later. *Grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The atmosphere in the house is kinda weird. Da Jie's pretty stressed out with work, I'm annoyed with stuff, and Chloe's not being a very good girl recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm eyeing at 2 new toys.&lt;br /&gt;The first one require much more effort. Hopefully mummy can get it for me, that is if she manage to find one.&lt;br /&gt;As for the other one, it's still under consideration&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished the dark chocolate kit kat and started with the chocolate overload kit kat. Don't really like the dark chocolate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13017445-7268684921210719192?l=2e1darlins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2e1darlins.blogspot.com/feeds/7268684921210719192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13017445&amp;postID=7268684921210719192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017445/posts/default/7268684921210719192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017445/posts/default/7268684921210719192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2e1darlins.blogspot.com/2009/03/how-i-wish-i-could-just-lay-in-bed-hide.html' title=''/><author><name>2e1 2002 Rocks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05960323994152041552</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-13017445.post-4880067847389843226</id><published>2009-03-19T10:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T10:54:15.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FOR FUCK SAKE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13017445-4880067847389843226?l=2e1darlins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2e1darlins.blogspot.com/feeds/4880067847389843226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13017445&amp;postID=4880067847389843226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017445/posts/default/4880067847389843226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017445/posts/default/4880067847389843226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2e1darlins.blogspot.com/2009/03/for-fuck-sake.html' title=''/><author><name>2e1 2002 Rocks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05960323994152041552</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-13017445.post-7931291224722024026</id><published>2009-03-18T15:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T15:55:50.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I LOVE MY DARLINSS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU ALL ROCK MY LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I need baileys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13017445-7931291224722024026?l=2e1darlins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2e1darlins.blogspot.com/feeds/7931291224722024026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13017445&amp;postID=7931291224722024026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017445/posts/default/7931291224722024026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017445/posts/default/7931291224722024026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2e1darlins.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-love-my-darlinss-you-all-rock-my-life.html' title=''/><author><name>2e1 2002 Rocks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05960323994152041552</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-13017445.post-2783183779539177256</id><published>2009-03-18T15:45:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T23:33:22.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ohhhh nooooo&lt;br /&gt;I'm finding it really hard to like you&lt;br /&gt;You're incorrigibly irritating&lt;br /&gt;How can someone be so irritatingly irritating&lt;br /&gt;You get on my nerves&lt;br /&gt;I thought detest was too harsh a word to use, but now I think it's more than appropriate&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could just let it be, I'll feel better because you're affecting my life&lt;br /&gt;Why can't you reflect on why so many people dislike you&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that it's always someone else fault, and never yours&lt;br /&gt;I tried putting in good words for you, but I guess they're right&lt;br /&gt;WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I spent years trying to like you&lt;br /&gt;but it seems like it's not going to work&lt;br /&gt;oohhhhhhh nooooooo&lt;br /&gt;why is this so difficult&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to let it go and not blog about this. But it's affecting me too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything's gonna be fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need some baileys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13017445-2783183779539177256?l=2e1darlins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2e1darlins.blogspot.com/feeds/2783183779539177256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13017445&amp;postID=2783183779539177256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017445/posts/default/2783183779539177256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017445/posts/default/2783183779539177256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2e1darlins.blogspot.com/2009/03/ohhhh-nooooo-im-finding-it-really-hard.html' title=''/><author><name>2e1 2002 Rocks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05960323994152041552</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-13017445.post-8791874779682566576</id><published>2009-03-17T22:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T22:16:01.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;THE SOUL IS ENCASED IN THIS BORING SHELL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;THE BODY IS TRAPPED IN THE DUNGEON.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;IT SHALL CONQUER AND RELISH THE WONDER OF LIFE AGAIN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13017445-8791874779682566576?l=2e1darlins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2e1darlins.blogspot.com/feeds/8791874779682566576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13017445&amp;postID=8791874779682566576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017445/posts/default/8791874779682566576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017445/posts/default/8791874779682566576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2e1darlins.blogspot.com/2009/03/soul-is-encased-in-this-boring-shell.html' title=''/><author><name>2e1 2002 Rocks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05960323994152041552</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-13017445.post-4603600630521913420</id><published>2009-03-17T10:10:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T10:49:07.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>11:10&lt;br /&gt;17th March&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY 21ST BIRTHDAY JUN CHIN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having my study break this week, and I've been enjoying myself. Did some studying, not much, but I did flip through my stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Garden city, suppose to get baileys and some chocolates, but ended up with no baileys and 6 blocks of chocolates. Then I went to pick my cousin up, and send her to the super market supposedly to get food for Chole, BUT I ENDED UP WITH ANOTHER 2 BLOCKS OF CHOCOLATE. so that's a total of 8 blocks.&lt;br /&gt;But i'm in love with kit kat.&lt;br /&gt;(there're flavours not sold in Singapore, so if you want them let me know)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/Sb8HgkmpQrI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/grtsvfjJdJw/s1600-h/SNV32107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/Sb8HgkmpQrI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/grtsvfjJdJw/s320/SNV32107.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313974341483446962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/Sb8HhMfiPFI/AAAAAAAAAXY/YoXACUpo4Oc/s1600-h/SNV32113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/Sb8HhMfiPFI/AAAAAAAAAXY/YoXACUpo4Oc/s320/SNV32113.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313974352191044690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was thinking of what to post next, and thought maybe I should refrain from posting anything to do with food. Then I looked at the albums. Everything's got to do with food. ohnooo. bbq, steamboat, malaysia, meet ups, prawning. OHNOOO. Only thing that's without food, would be clubbing and pubbing. But that's so pathetic isn't it. OHHHHHNOOOOO. picnic, even shopping, you'll end up in some nice place for some nice food. hahahha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to like someone that I don't really like, and ignore someone that I quite like. ohhhhnooo. That's so hard to accomplish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is settling down, with the usual ups and downs and a little too much of slacking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to join in the fun of all the 21st celebration. oh nooo. How I wish. I'm missing out on so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going out for the long missed soya chicken noodle later. opps. food again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got 2 free bus ride yesterday. The trip to garden city was free because the machine wasn't working. then the trip back was free because the card wasn't working. The machines here are hopeless la.&lt;br /&gt;I managed to take the train to the city ALONE on saturday, and didn't get lost.&lt;br /&gt;I abhorrr public transport, why do they have to make it so complicated, esp those in Singapore. I always ended up taking one whole big round to reach my destination (but at least I get there, not in time that is.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love&lt;br /&gt;Jia Pei&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13017445-4603600630521913420?l=2e1darlins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2e1darlins.blogspot.com/feeds/4603600630521913420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13017445&amp;postID=4603600630521913420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017445/posts/default/4603600630521913420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017445/posts/default/4603600630521913420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2e1darlins.blogspot.com/2009/03/1110-17th-march-happy-21st-birthday-jun.html' title=''/><author><name>2e1 2002 Rocks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05960323994152041552</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/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/Sb8HgkmpQrI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/grtsvfjJdJw/s72-c/SNV32107.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13017445.post-1259142315736159396</id><published>2009-03-15T13:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T13:14:00.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>9:36&lt;br /&gt;15th March 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cafe at the hyatt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It's awesomely aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaawwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwweeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeessssssssssssssssssssooooooooooooooommmmmmmmmmmmmmmeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/SbxZGWE_tCI/AAAAAAAAAXI/VkrbC-j4zFg/s1600-h/SNV32097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/SbxZGWE_tCI/AAAAAAAAAXI/VkrbC-j4zFg/s320/SNV32097.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313219625930961954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The bitches =) This was taken by accident but turn out to be the best. The smiles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/SbxZF7c7qoI/AAAAAAAAAXA/QLIy4n3TEx0/s1600-h/SNV32079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/SbxZF7c7qoI/AAAAAAAAAXA/QLIy4n3TEx0/s320/SNV32079.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313219618783603330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kristie the oyster pal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/SbxZFkR5M5I/AAAAAAAAAW4/MlBl4YIXPZc/s1600-h/SNV32081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/SbxZFkR5M5I/AAAAAAAAAW4/MlBl4YIXPZc/s320/SNV32081.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313219612563288978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Julia the 'had bbq dinner and Baskin robin' girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/SbxZFMfO_eI/AAAAAAAAAWw/O0VPa2qD9fQ/s1600-h/SNV32082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/SbxZFMfO_eI/AAAAAAAAAWw/O0VPa2qD9fQ/s320/SNV32082.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313219606176792034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The dessert that I'm holding is niceeeee. but every dessert there was nice la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/SbxZE36urJI/AAAAAAAAAWo/Y7FXnHTkZWE/s1600-h/SNV32089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/SbxZE36urJI/AAAAAAAAAWo/Y7FXnHTkZWE/s320/SNV32089.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313219600654970002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;only part of what we ate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/SbxXj6M06PI/AAAAAAAAAWg/xlNw3Y3_Cs8/s1600-h/SNV32091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/SbxXj6M06PI/AAAAAAAAAWg/xlNw3Y3_Cs8/s320/SNV32091.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313217934820436210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;THE EXTREMELY YUMMILICIOUS, AWESOME, SUPERBB STICKY DATE PUDDING THAT CAUSE MY ADDICTION. nothing can discribe how nice it is. it's the best cake(pudding) i've ever ever eaten&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/SbxXjK-CaTI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/tdXEQfojm-U/s1600-h/SNV32078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/SbxXjK-CaTI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/tdXEQfojm-U/s320/SNV32078.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313217922141940018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All of the desserts are nice. 1st plate: apple crumble, berry cake, cheescake, chocolate brownie&lt;br /&gt;2nd plate: apple crumble, sticky date pudding, apple tart and cream brulee(nicee)&lt;br /&gt;tiramisu and chocolate moose. It's so hard to even name one that's not nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/SbxXijBLdSI/AAAAAAAAAWI/6xuCRNMvbqk/s1600-h/SNV32077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/SbxXijBLdSI/AAAAAAAAAWI/6xuCRNMvbqk/s320/SNV32077.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313217911417697570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;coffee chocolate. big sheets of chocolate stuck in a bucket of coffee seeds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/SbxT85IDlaI/AAAAAAAAAWA/529acCvycyc/s1600-h/SNV32075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/SbxT85IDlaI/AAAAAAAAAWA/529acCvycyc/s320/SNV32075.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313213965982209442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;meringue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/SbxT8fYAHlI/AAAAAAAAAV4/c0qEqQQYvdY/s1600-h/SNV32074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/SbxT8fYAHlI/AAAAAAAAAV4/c0qEqQQYvdY/s320/SNV32074.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313213959069769298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;more dessertsss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/SbxT8D2e7GI/AAAAAAAAAVw/TLp6r6LhGAY/s1600-h/SNV32073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/SbxT8D2e7GI/AAAAAAAAAVw/TLp6r6LhGAY/s320/SNV32073.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313213951681424482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;sorbet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/SbxT7xQGY4I/AAAAAAAAAVo/OrpUj4UyvkI/s1600-h/SNV32070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/SbxT7xQGY4I/AAAAAAAAAVo/OrpUj4UyvkI/s320/SNV32070.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313213946688594818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;cheese cake, hazelnut cake and resberry moose cake. they're nice, but compared to the rest, they're second option&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/SbxT7ouHJXI/AAAAAAAAAVg/DUb0fQcSWco/s1600-h/SNV32069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/SbxT7ouHJXI/AAAAAAAAAVg/DUb0fQcSWco/s320/SNV32069.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313213944398554482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;slurppss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/SbxRdDCzvII/AAAAAAAAAVY/aykmvZuelh4/s1600-h/SNV32085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 155px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/SbxRdDCzvII/AAAAAAAAAVY/aykmvZuelh4/s320/SNV32085.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313211219865484418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I only have 2 pathetic photos of the main course. the salmon. not flaky, moisture kept, sweet, and together with the sauce it was heavenly&lt;br /&gt;Everything were nice there. Normally either you get good entree, main course or dessert, but this place serve good and fresh food at a reasonable price in all the 3 category.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/SbxRb9Jh4mI/AAAAAAAAAU4/kh3k_cc4tvU/s1600-h/SNV32065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/SbxRb9Jh4mI/AAAAAAAAAU4/kh3k_cc4tvU/s320/SNV32065.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313211201103192674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The sweet potato soup that doesn't suit our taste bud, but it's nice.&lt;br /&gt;We had grilled lamb, beef and chicken and beef stew, which are tender and non of them are over or under cooked.&lt;br /&gt;The veggies were not soggy or too raw.&lt;br /&gt;The antipasto is tasteful&lt;br /&gt;Only thing i didn't like was the meshy potato egg like mesh.&lt;br /&gt;would be even better if they could keep the food hot, but even having them luke warm it was delicious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE DELI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/SbxRc6GWXfI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/_Kx0dRRGwHE/s1600-h/SNV32067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/SbxRc6GWXfI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/_Kx0dRRGwHE/s320/SNV32067.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313211217464417778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cheese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/SbxRctflIbI/AAAAAAAAAVI/Hmg3k8V_YiI/s1600-h/SNV32068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/SbxRctflIbI/AAAAAAAAAVI/Hmg3k8V_YiI/s320/SNV32068.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313211214080582066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;after&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/SbxRcbtmVyI/AAAAAAAAAVA/3txjwdjgDyE/s1600-h/SNV32066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/SbxRcbtmVyI/AAAAAAAAAVA/3txjwdjgDyE/s320/SNV32066.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313211209307543330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm definitely going back there soon. It's a need, not want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love&lt;br /&gt;Jia Pei&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13017445-1259142315736159396?l=2e1darlins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2e1darlins.blogspot.com/feeds/1259142315736159396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13017445&amp;postID=1259142315736159396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017445/posts/default/1259142315736159396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017445/posts/default/1259142315736159396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2e1darlins.blogspot.com/2009/03/936-15th-march-2009-cafe-at-hyatt-its_15.html' title=''/><author><name>2e1 2002 Rocks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05960323994152041552</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/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/SbxZGWE_tCI/AAAAAAAAAXI/VkrbC-j4zFg/s72-c/SNV32097.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13017445.post-5193659036523987065</id><published>2009-03-15T09:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T09:01:09.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your view on yourself:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label1"&gt;You are down-to-earth and people like you because you are so straightforward. You are an efficient problem solver because you will listen to both sides of an argument before making a decision that usually appeals to both parties.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;The type of girlfriend/boyfriend you are looking for:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label2"&gt;You like serious, smart and determined people. You don't judge a book by its cover, so good-looking people aren't necessarily your style. This makes you an attractive person in many people's eyes.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your readiness to commit to a relationship:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label3"&gt;You prefer to get to know a person very well before deciding whether you will commit to the relationship.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;The seriousness of your love:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label4"&gt;You are very serious about relationships and aren't interested in wasting time with people you don't really like. If you meet the right person, you will fall deeply and beautifully in love.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your views on education&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label5"&gt;Education is less important than the real world out there, away from the classroom. Deep inside you want to start working, earning money and living on your own.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;The right job for you:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label6"&gt;You're a practical person and will choose a secure job with a steady income. Knowing what you like to do is important. Find a regular job doing just that and you'll be set for life.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;How do you view success:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label7"&gt;Success in your career is not the most important thing in life. You are content with what you have and think that being with someone you love is more than spending all of your precious time just working.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;What are you most afraid of:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label8"&gt;You are concerned about your image and the way others see you. This means that you try very hard to be accepted by other people. It's time for you to believe in who you are, not what you wear.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who is your true self:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label9"&gt;You are full of energy and confidence. You are unpredictable, with moods changing as quickly as an ocean. You might occasionally be calm and still, but never for long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13017445-5193659036523987065?l=2e1darlins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2e1darlins.blogspot.com/feeds/5193659036523987065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13017445&amp;postID=5193659036523987065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017445/posts/default/5193659036523987065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017445/posts/default/5193659036523987065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2e1darlins.blogspot.com/2009/03/your-view-on-yourself-you-are-down-to.html' title=''/><author><name>2e1 2002 Rocks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05960323994152041552</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-13017445.post-5257317224667553931</id><published>2009-03-11T20:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T19:40:35.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>EDITED DUE TO GRAMMATICAL MISTAKES. HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;21:48&lt;br /&gt;11th March 09&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mood had been oscillating like a pendulum. And it really doesn't feel nice. For me, and the people around me. I'm feeling tired too often. I lack motivation. I miss the enthusiastic me. The smile is wearing off too quickly. The soul is playing hide and seek. The eyes look dull.&lt;br /&gt;Met a lecturer on the way to the clinic. He ask what happened to me, and I say I'm tired. He says that I look 'uninterested', from the way I walk and it seems like something is bothering me and that I'm not tired. He can be some fortune teller la!! Had a chat with him, he say might be menses or a transition period from second to third year. I can feel the tears fighting to come out for a split second, but managed to hold it back. He say I'll be fine, Chinese are strong. Felt better after. Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to be strong. I've won all the battles that I've fought with great help from my soldiers. No exception this time. I have to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 first time today.&lt;br /&gt;First Yoga lesson with Kristie today. Not too bad. but the yoga mat really stinks la. I can imagine the amount of bacteria growing in there. I felt good after the session, not sure if it's due to the yoga, but I felt better, relaxed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First clinic experience today at the front desk. I think I look smart in the uniform. hahaha. Checked the room, get the forms ready, and answered some calls. A patient called to change his time tomorrow, and I said shit while he's on the phone. oh nooo. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A funny conversation between 2 of my classmates.&lt;br /&gt;We were chatting while waiting for the lecturer to come (and the lecturer did not turn up in the end, so we had a 1 hr break), the this Ang Moh classmate came over.&lt;br /&gt;Us: some random things&lt;br /&gt;Ang Moh: Chee bye, Lan Jiao Tao(Right in the face of the Indian friend)&lt;br /&gt;Indian: *stare at him with eyes wide and mouth open* 5 sec later, who taught you that?&lt;br /&gt;AM: Point at us&lt;br /&gt;Indian: You have the accent when you say it&lt;br /&gt;AM: Then how should I say it, CB LJT&lt;br /&gt;Indian: no, you sound like you're saying it on purpose, be more casual&lt;br /&gt;AM: CB, LJT&lt;br /&gt;Indian: I don't say FUCKK (trying to emplasize that it's not natural)&lt;br /&gt;and the conversation went on for a few more minutes.&lt;br /&gt;It's hilarious, they were discussing it like they're discussing school work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to this Italian restaurant that my friend highly recommend on saturday. Not too bad, but I wouldn't say that it's fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The desserts. They did not have the orange almond cake that day. =( I want to try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/Sbe-0sGpmoI/AAAAAAAAAUw/HWhi0KwHTEg/s1600-h/SNV32027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/Sbe-0sGpmoI/AAAAAAAAAUw/HWhi0KwHTEg/s320/SNV32027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311924097908316802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;clockwise: lemon something cake, hazelnut cream filled biscuit, nutty caramel, berry cake. With vanilla ice cream. I thought the lemon and caramel ones were the nicest, but not that fantastic till I'll crave for it. The hazelnut biscuit sound nice, but doesn't taste nice. We didn't even finish it. We were told that the cakes were homemade, so they're not that sweet. The vanilla ice cream even had pods in them, but I find them a little too sweet, maybe because the cakes aren't sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/Sbe-0fR6M7I/AAAAAAAAAUo/peCFPp7yEQY/s1600-h/SNV32021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/Sbe-0fR6M7I/AAAAAAAAAUo/peCFPp7yEQY/s320/SNV32021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311924094465881010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jo with her pizza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/Sbe-0HwFQvI/AAAAAAAAAUg/pT82ky3mKKQ/s1600-h/SNV32020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/Sbe-0HwFQvI/AAAAAAAAAUg/pT82ky3mKKQ/s320/SNV32020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311924088149983986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Julia with her squid ink pasta (That definitely look like a lobster, but I heard the person saying crayfish)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/Sbe-zmED_OI/AAAAAAAAAUY/dHkc6dhAvgg/s1600-h/SNV32018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/Sbe-zmED_OI/AAAAAAAAAUY/dHkc6dhAvgg/s320/SNV32018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311924079106981090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Seafood risotto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/Sbe-zXcV49I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/01KIE3n3NAU/s1600-h/SNV32011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/Sbe-zXcV49I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/01KIE3n3NAU/s320/SNV32011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311924075182285778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Krisite and her special Veal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then supposed to go over to Julia house for some drinking session. But we end up playing truth, dare and double dare. Lots of crazy videos taken, and lots of gossips.&lt;br /&gt;Had a wonderful time.&lt;br /&gt;Spent the night at Krisite's place and went for dim sum the next morning with da jie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I've alot more to write...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love&lt;br /&gt;Jia Pei&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13017445-5257317224667553931?l=2e1darlins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2e1darlins.blogspot.com/feeds/5257317224667553931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13017445&amp;postID=5257317224667553931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017445/posts/default/5257317224667553931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017445/posts/default/5257317224667553931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2e1darlins.blogspot.com/2009/03/2148-11th-march-09-my-mood-had-been.html' title=''/><author><name>2e1 2002 Rocks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05960323994152041552</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/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/Sbe-0sGpmoI/AAAAAAAAAUw/HWhi0KwHTEg/s72-c/SNV32027.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13017445.post-6674249692740111668</id><published>2009-03-01T17:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T17:55:06.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OH MY GAWDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;TODAY IS A FUVKING IRRITATING DAY&lt;br /&gt;I'M SO FUVKING MOODY&lt;br /&gt;AND NOTHING SEEMS TO HELP&lt;br /&gt;THE FOOD&lt;br /&gt;THE JOG&lt;br /&gt;THE NEW TOY&lt;br /&gt;I'M SO GRUMPY&lt;br /&gt;MUST BE THE FUVKING WEATHER&lt;br /&gt;DAMN IT&lt;br /&gt;IT FUVKING MAKE ME THINK OF THINGS I'D RATHER NOT THINK&lt;br /&gt;PLUS I CAN'T ACCOMPLISH MY WORK&lt;br /&gt;WHICH RESULT IN ME BEING EVEN MORE FUVKING AGITATED&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE FUCKKKKKK&lt;br /&gt;TELL ME WHAT THE FUVK SHOULD I DO&lt;br /&gt;I'VE NO IDEA OF WHAT FUVKING WAY CAN I VENT MY ANGER&lt;br /&gt;OH MAN. FUVK OFF YOU FUVKING IRRITATING BUGGER&lt;br /&gt;AND I DON'T KNOW WHAT THE FUVK CAUSE ALL THESE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new toy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/Sapaamw1DbI/AAAAAAAAAT4/oIgsBNvWd18/s1600-h/SNV32010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/Sapaamw1DbI/AAAAAAAAAT4/oIgsBNvWd18/s320/SNV32010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308154523938000306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/Sapaa6TWhOI/AAAAAAAAAUA/e-KDlazXM0g/s1600-h/SNV32011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/Sapaa6TWhOI/AAAAAAAAAUA/e-KDlazXM0g/s320/SNV32011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308154529183073506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/SapabH41n-I/AAAAAAAAAUI/0J10EhpDAaQ/s1600-h/SNV32013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/SapabH41n-I/AAAAAAAAAUI/0J10EhpDAaQ/s320/SNV32013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308154532829962210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13017445-6674249692740111668?l=2e1darlins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2e1darlins.blogspot.com/feeds/6674249692740111668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13017445&amp;postID=6674249692740111668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017445/posts/default/6674249692740111668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017445/posts/default/6674249692740111668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2e1darlins.blogspot.com/2009/03/oh-my-gawddddd-today-is-fuvking.html' title=''/><author><name>2e1 2002 Rocks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05960323994152041552</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/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/Sapaamw1DbI/AAAAAAAAAT4/oIgsBNvWd18/s72-c/SNV32010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13017445.post-8535566935598912952</id><published>2009-03-01T10:09:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T11:05:08.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>11:10&lt;br /&gt;1st March 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some choc place at Esplanade. Many should be familiar with this place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The group of us. Plus Kok Meng that took this picture for us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/San3KzH-v7I/AAAAAAAAATo/bLZvW3VFg8M/s1600-h/DSCF7557.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/San3KzH-v7I/AAAAAAAAATo/bLZvW3VFg8M/s320/DSCF7557.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308045400727273394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/San0YHSf4uI/AAAAAAAAATg/TE2JqRNhBVU/s1600-h/DSCF7555.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/San0YHSf4uI/AAAAAAAAATg/TE2JqRNhBVU/s320/DSCF7555.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308042330943513314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I took this pic so that I can read the name of the place, but I CAN'T! omg, my hair's damn messy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/Sany1HFPXsI/AAAAAAAAATY/Ek5tqF1UZ4E/s1600-h/DSCF7553.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/Sany1HFPXsI/AAAAAAAAATY/Ek5tqF1UZ4E/s320/DSCF7553.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308040630080855746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jo's dreaming of her bed or maybe toilet. hee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/Sany06613hI/AAAAAAAAATQ/GFUDeMbrFCo/s1600-h/DSCF7552.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/Sany06613hI/AAAAAAAAATQ/GFUDeMbrFCo/s320/DSCF7552.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308040626816015890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ONE of Jade's favourite drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/Sany0gi5TJI/AAAAAAAAATI/p97r-e5ofwg/s1600-h/DSCF7551.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/Sany0gi5TJI/AAAAAAAAATI/p97r-e5ofwg/s320/DSCF7551.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308040619736255634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;SOme chocolate drink which tasted OK ONLY! HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/Sany0N-SdfI/AAAAAAAAATA/AkPV_ALKog0/s1600-h/DSCF7547.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/Sany0N-SdfI/AAAAAAAAATA/AkPV_ALKog0/s320/DSCF7547.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308040614750877170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Julia and erm, chocolate and milk mix drink?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/SanyzpH6a_I/AAAAAAAAAS4/XcQL9LkcBJo/s1600-h/DSCF7546.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/SanyzpH6a_I/AAAAAAAAAS4/XcQL9LkcBJo/s320/DSCF7546.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308040604859132914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The highly recommended chocolate filled cake. not too bad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before that we had dinner at Giraffe, located opposite Plaza Singapura.&lt;br /&gt;Great company, fantastic food and not too bad ambience makes a wonderful dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/SanxRxWWb2I/AAAAAAAAASw/N6tnThlUb2k/s1600-h/DSCF7543.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/SanxRxWWb2I/AAAAAAAAASw/N6tnThlUb2k/s320/DSCF7543.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308038923439992674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The girls camwhoring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/SanxR8L7Q4I/AAAAAAAAASo/cPpdA88vmto/s1600-h/DSCF7544.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/SanxR8L7Q4I/AAAAAAAAASo/cPpdA88vmto/s320/DSCF7544.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308038926349058946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;wee-woo-weet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/SanxRnwpMnI/AAAAAAAAASg/dNrgtka-lmU/s1600-h/DSCF7542.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/SanxRnwpMnI/AAAAAAAAASg/dNrgtka-lmU/s320/DSCF7542.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308038920865919602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/SanxRCipk0I/AAAAAAAAASY/WdEH7di6HP8/s1600-h/DSCF7541.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/SanxRCipk0I/AAAAAAAAASY/WdEH7di6HP8/s320/DSCF7541.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308038910875112258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kisses because I was supposed to be treating them. hee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/SanxQ79T4FI/AAAAAAAAASQ/sBTPHoV4T-A/s1600-h/DSCF7540.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/SanxQ79T4FI/AAAAAAAAASQ/sBTPHoV4T-A/s320/DSCF7540.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308038909107888210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;SMILE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/SanwO-UqGAI/AAAAAAAAASI/64zXPZfQYx0/s1600-h/DSCF7536.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 371px; height: 301px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/SanwO-UqGAI/AAAAAAAAASI/64zXPZfQYx0/s320/DSCF7536.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308037775871318018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Those that were present&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/SanwOe40N2I/AAAAAAAAASA/E-94Xus8id0/s1600-h/DSCF7535.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/SanwOe40N2I/AAAAAAAAASA/E-94Xus8id0/s320/DSCF7535.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308037767433041762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Chocolate-Lava-Cake that I insist on ordering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/SanwNiGv1TI/AAAAAAAAAR4/j8mjDYnnpGs/s1600-h/DSCF7534.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/SanwNiGv1TI/AAAAAAAAAR4/j8mjDYnnpGs/s320/DSCF7534.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308037751116911922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's yummilicious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/SanwMt1q9mI/AAAAAAAAARw/55gKLOW6LZQ/s1600-h/DSCF7533.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/SanwMt1q9mI/AAAAAAAAARw/55gKLOW6LZQ/s320/DSCF7533.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308037737086645858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jo with her mushroom soup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/SanwMAehHZI/AAAAAAAAARo/EmU8p-i-Pe8/s1600-h/DSCF7531.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/SanwMAehHZI/AAAAAAAAARo/EmU8p-i-Pe8/s320/DSCF7531.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308037724909936018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jade with her pasta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/SanvcFsRscI/AAAAAAAAARg/cxtEqjmcp6g/s1600-h/DSCF7530.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/SanvcFsRscI/AAAAAAAAARg/cxtEqjmcp6g/s320/DSCF7530.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308036901676102082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jeremy with his something chicken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/Sanvb4wNPXI/AAAAAAAAARY/HqWAqVShXNM/s1600-h/DSCF7528.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/Sanvb4wNPXI/AAAAAAAAARY/HqWAqVShXNM/s320/DSCF7528.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308036898202926450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Julia with her seafood laksa spaghetti. Quite shiok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/SanvblKfW6I/AAAAAAAAARQ/d3wHB6ecHvY/s1600-h/DSCF7527.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/SanvblKfW6I/AAAAAAAAARQ/d3wHB6ecHvY/s320/DSCF7527.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308036892944456610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Don't steal my food hoh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/SanvbZaKm4I/AAAAAAAAARI/cq75eRKIbZo/s1600-h/DSCF7526.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/SanvbZaKm4I/AAAAAAAAARI/cq75eRKIbZo/s320/DSCF7526.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308036889788980098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Teriyaki salmon soup. too salty, but it's nice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/SanvbQFQAcI/AAAAAAAAARA/JrUtNjYDSq4/s1600-h/DSCF7524.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/SanvbQFQAcI/AAAAAAAAARA/JrUtNjYDSq4/s320/DSCF7524.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308036887285334466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With the menu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go back =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love&lt;br /&gt;Jia Pei&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13017445-8535566935598912952?l=2e1darlins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2e1darlins.blogspot.com/feeds/8535566935598912952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13017445&amp;postID=8535566935598912952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017445/posts/default/8535566935598912952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017445/posts/default/8535566935598912952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2e1darlins.blogspot.com/2009/03/1110-1st-march-2009-some-choc-place-at.html' title=''/><author><name>2e1 2002 Rocks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05960323994152041552</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/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/San3KzH-v7I/AAAAAAAAATo/bLZvW3VFg8M/s72-c/DSCF7557.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13017445.post-8328247187221073276</id><published>2009-02-26T00:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T20:39:33.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1:44&lt;br /&gt;26th February 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我好想好想哭。&lt;br /&gt;但哭不出来，也不想那么傻。&lt;br /&gt;为什么我就不能说服自己相信呢。&lt;br /&gt;和必不停的找借口。&lt;br /&gt;还为了这事而把身活搞得乱七八糟。&lt;br /&gt;真傻，非常的傻。&lt;br /&gt;但我又能怎么做呢？&lt;br /&gt;多久？一年？两年？还是三年？&lt;br /&gt;好无奈。&lt;br /&gt;真没用。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13017445-8328247187221073276?l=2e1darlins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2e1darlins.blogspot.com/feeds/8328247187221073276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13017445&amp;postID=8328247187221073276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017445/posts/default/8328247187221073276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017445/posts/default/8328247187221073276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2e1darlins.blogspot.com/2009/02/144-26th-february-2009.html' title=''/><author><name>2e1 2002 Rocks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05960323994152041552</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-13017445.post-1328628806486968118</id><published>2009-02-23T20:58:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T21:41:20.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>21:58&lt;br /&gt;23rd February 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;It's only the beginning of the second week and I'm feeling really tired, really really tired. Some socks pulling time. It's killing me slowly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when I thought it's not going to happen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/SaKiM7uD86I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/62viEnOXP9g/s1600-h/SNV32008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/SaKiM7uD86I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/62viEnOXP9g/s320/SNV32008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305981654068884386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's SUMMER TIME. That's 2 tissues soaked up with my blood, not forgetting the many drops on the floor, bag, shirt and basin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had steamboat last Friday with my Perth steamboat pal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/SaKiMgl1ADI/AAAAAAAAAQw/dKhW-SoyHXo/s1600-h/SNV32006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/SaKiMgl1ADI/AAAAAAAAAQw/dKhW-SoyHXo/s320/SNV32006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305981646786592818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No, it's not a Maltese, it's a mini poodle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/SaKiMvAuEMI/AAAAAAAAAQo/6xQGAoLdJxg/s1600-h/SNV32005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/SaKiMvAuEMI/AAAAAAAAAQo/6xQGAoLdJxg/s320/SNV32005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305981650657480898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/SaKiMVl_ZsI/AAAAAAAAAQg/VUeNae10KJM/s1600-h/SNV32004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/SaKiMVl_ZsI/AAAAAAAAAQg/VUeNae10KJM/s320/SNV32004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305981643834484418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/SaKiMEzxldI/AAAAAAAAAQY/kB5R731TRPg/s1600-h/SNV32001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/SaKiMEzxldI/AAAAAAAAAQY/kB5R731TRPg/s320/SNV32001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305981639328896466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/SaKhCV0Me0I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/g1diG64ILzs/s1600-h/SNV31999.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/SaKhCV0Me0I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/g1diG64ILzs/s320/SNV31999.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305980372583742274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/SaKhCR00g7I/AAAAAAAAAQI/VmN53GkyI8w/s1600-h/SNV31997.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/SaKhCR00g7I/AAAAAAAAAQI/VmN53GkyI8w/s320/SNV31997.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305980371512624050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;MA LA TANG DI. SLURPS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/SaKhBwjqSNI/AAAAAAAAAQA/Qg4L32aTm-0/s1600-h/SNV31996.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/SaKhBwjqSNI/AAAAAAAAAQA/Qg4L32aTm-0/s320/SNV31996.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305980362582280402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We watched a Hong Kong comedy called xiao something 2009 and some japan drama, I think it's the one in the picture above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/SaKhBW1y1VI/AAAAAAAAAP4/NSGcznGBtOk/s1600-h/SNV31980.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/SaKhBW1y1VI/AAAAAAAAAP4/NSGcznGBtOk/s320/SNV31980.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305980355679016274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love&lt;br /&gt;Jia Pei&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13017445-1328628806486968118?l=2e1darlins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2e1darlins.blogspot.com/feeds/1328628806486968118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13017445&amp;postID=1328628806486968118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017445/posts/default/1328628806486968118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017445/posts/default/1328628806486968118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2e1darlins.blogspot.com/2009/02/2158-23rd-february-2009-its-only.html' title=''/><author><name>2e1 2002 Rocks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05960323994152041552</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/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/SaKiM7uD86I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/62viEnOXP9g/s72-c/SNV32008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13017445.post-1024328472861764231</id><published>2009-02-22T13:52:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T15:03:41.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>14:52&lt;br /&gt;22th February 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My body is just feeling not right. donk donk donk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some photos from CNY. Still plenty out there, don't know where, just not with me. deng&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not chu yi or chu er, should be chu san.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't he handsome, OhMY&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/SaDxeYKcaLI/AAAAAAAAAPo/t9p4xck25sI/s1600-h/SNV31961.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/SaDxeYKcaLI/AAAAAAAAAPo/t9p4xck25sI/s320/SNV31961.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305505865227069618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;OK, I know it's alittle weird, but I quite like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/SaDv1Pf3p4I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/zqjFJWyImcY/s1600-h/SNV31959.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/SaDv1Pf3p4I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/zqjFJWyImcY/s320/SNV31959.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305504059014752130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My tongue did actually touch his shoulder. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/SaDuzKiFZ0I/AAAAAAAAAPA/FDYauP9LrlY/s1600-h/SNV31965.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/SaDuzKiFZ0I/AAAAAAAAAPA/FDYauP9LrlY/s320/SNV31965.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305502923810498370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Retarded&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/SaDuyzmb5kI/AAAAAAAAAO4/eYYZUad3NWM/s1600-h/SNV31962.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/SaDuyzmb5kI/AAAAAAAAAO4/eYYZUad3NWM/s320/SNV31962.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305502917654734402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chu Yi&lt;br /&gt;EVEN more retarded huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/SaDuyklb_gI/AAAAAAAAAOw/TIANd8SXxIE/s1600-h/SNV31895.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/SaDuyklb_gI/AAAAAAAAAOw/TIANd8SXxIE/s320/SNV31895.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305502913624014338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;cousins and mothers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/SaDthywV2uI/AAAAAAAAAOo/_Zu9XCb6cMg/s1600-h/100_4944.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/SaDthywV2uI/AAAAAAAAAOo/_Zu9XCb6cMg/s320/100_4944.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305501525858441954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;CHIONG AR. super retarded I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/SaDth4TfC7I/AAAAAAAAAOg/FD2GqXHHTz8/s1600-h/100_4943.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/SaDth4TfC7I/AAAAAAAAAOg/FD2GqXHHTz8/s320/100_4943.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305501527348022194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/SaDthl1xbtI/AAAAAAAAAOY/VAGbq-0lsrY/s1600-h/100_4942.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/SaDthl1xbtI/AAAAAAAAAOY/VAGbq-0lsrY/s320/100_4942.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305501522391559890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/SaDthErk1yI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/TyNhplmUZNQ/s1600-h/100_4941.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/SaDthErk1yI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/TyNhplmUZNQ/s320/100_4941.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305501513490421538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;SOme family pictures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/SaDtg8EdDdI/AAAAAAAAAOI/04EITAVJkJM/s1600-h/100_4937.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/SaDtg8EdDdI/AAAAAAAAAOI/04EITAVJkJM/s320/100_4937.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305501511178849746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/SaDs1-0RSdI/AAAAAAAAAOA/3kvHXrUT27w/s1600-h/100_4938.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/SaDs1-0RSdI/AAAAAAAAAOA/3kvHXrUT27w/s320/100_4938.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305500773181901266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/SaDs1aMJsqI/AAAAAAAAAN4/6AhAeJcGdrs/s1600-h/100_4932.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/SaDs1aMJsqI/AAAAAAAAAN4/6AhAeJcGdrs/s320/100_4932.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305500763349955234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/SaDs00LENmI/AAAAAAAAANw/zZT_ZW_daFc/s1600-h/100_4930.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/SaDs00LENmI/AAAAAAAAANw/zZT_ZW_daFc/s320/100_4930.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305500753144854114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lucky draw time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky draw sponsored by fifth aunt.&lt;br /&gt;It was an impromtu draw. And my cousin(the one in the picture below), wrote the names for the draw, and guess what. She got the first price and her husband got the 2nd. Can't remember who got the third. Conspiracy!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/SaDs0T3wUyI/AAAAAAAAANo/bALuQmt7aqM/s1600-h/SNV31901.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/SaDs0T3wUyI/AAAAAAAAANo/bALuQmt7aqM/s320/SNV31901.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305500744473924386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;First runner up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/SaDsz2_FvOI/AAAAAAAAANg/tzNwDSXbO9Q/s1600-h/SNV31900.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/SaDsz2_FvOI/AAAAAAAAANg/tzNwDSXbO9Q/s320/SNV31900.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305500736720059618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The 'official' lucky draw. Sponsored by 3rd uncle. The history of having lucky draw during Lunar New Year started long long ago, by my grandfather.&lt;br /&gt;Grandfather's version: draw an ang bao, see where is the destination you're suppose to 'fly' to, then spread your hands and run a small circle.&lt;br /&gt;Uncle decided to carry on with the tradition, but in a slightly different way.&lt;br /&gt;Uncle's version:&lt;br /&gt;First year, we had to do some drawing before we get to do the draw.&lt;br /&gt;This year, everyone had to come out with some impromtu performance. Singing, break dancing, stuns on the scooter, guitar and mine was saying a series of cny blessing. ALso drawing.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not posting the picture of me drawing because it's a little unglam. hahaha. Anyway I got the smallest prize. But i got the 2nd prize during the 2nd draw. hee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/SaDqxhJQ4qI/AAAAAAAAANQ/fpBuEIpgTHo/s1600-h/100_4949.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/SaDqxhJQ4qI/AAAAAAAAANQ/fpBuEIpgTHo/s320/100_4949.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305498497474159266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/SaDqxXMIa8I/AAAAAAAAANI/yH6s_s_ZJSk/s1600-h/100_4948.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/SaDqxXMIa8I/AAAAAAAAANI/yH6s_s_ZJSk/s320/100_4948.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305498494801832898" 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/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/SaDqw7eR7MI/AAAAAAAAAM4/H8vKPhm9ke4/s1600-h/100_4946.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/SaDqw7eR7MI/AAAAAAAAAM4/H8vKPhm9ke4/s320/100_4946.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305498487361760450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/SaDqwj1BeLI/AAAAAAAAAMw/hTpV2CizNKE/s1600-h/100_4927.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/SaDqwj1BeLI/AAAAAAAAAMw/hTpV2CizNKE/s320/100_4927.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305498481014700210" 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/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/SaDqAVWT2YI/AAAAAAAAAMg/BTBiZildkLk/s1600-h/SNV31964.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/SaDqAVWT2YI/AAAAAAAAAMg/BTBiZildkLk/s320/SNV31964.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305497652494064002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/SaDqABEWx-I/AAAAAAAAAMY/zDXA3AN-KP0/s1600-h/SNV31960.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/SaDqABEWx-I/AAAAAAAAAMY/zDXA3AN-KP0/s320/SNV31960.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305497647050049506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/SaDp_3w4CgI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/_hUT7bNR5eo/s1600-h/SNV31898.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/SaDp_3w4CgI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/_hUT7bNR5eo/s320/SNV31898.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305497644552423938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/SaDp_u-NM6I/AAAAAAAAAMI/7DASJ-Bmsu8/s1600-h/SNV31897.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/SaDp_u-NM6I/AAAAAAAAAMI/7DASJ-Bmsu8/s320/SNV31897.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305497642192417698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love&lt;br /&gt;Jia Pei&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13017445-1024328472861764231?l=2e1darlins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2e1darlins.blogspot.com/feeds/1024328472861764231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13017445&amp;postID=1024328472861764231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017445/posts/default/1024328472861764231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017445/posts/default/1024328472861764231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2e1darlins.blogspot.com/2009/02/1452-22th-february-2009-my-body-is-just.html' title=''/><author><name>2e1 2002 Rocks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05960323994152041552</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/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/SaDxeYKcaLI/AAAAAAAAAPo/t9p4xck25sI/s72-c/SNV31961.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13017445.post-2293380672142763699</id><published>2009-02-19T16:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T16:40:46.179+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>17:33&lt;br /&gt;19th February 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where am I: in the toilet&lt;br /&gt;What am I doing: shitting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so so so busy. School starts at 830 and ends at 530 on most day. This is reall real real bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so busy that I don't have the time to shit. My rectum was filled with shit, which caused pain in my lower abdomen. see how bad this is. My shit is so hard that it's unwilling to come out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, i shall concentrate on shitting now. I might post some pics up tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love&lt;br /&gt;Jia Pei&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13017445-2293380672142763699?l=2e1darlins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2e1darlins.blogspot.com/feeds/2293380672142763699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13017445&amp;postID=2293380672142763699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017445/posts/default/2293380672142763699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017445/posts/default/2293380672142763699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2e1darlins.blogspot.com/2009/02/1733-19th-february-2009-where-am-i-in.html' title=''/><author><name>2e1 2002 Rocks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05960323994152041552</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-13017445.post-7809086961407388809</id><published>2009-02-15T20:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T21:42:35.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>22:00&lt;br /&gt;15th February 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll start with some random pictures I took after I came back to Perth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/SZgVCe027iI/AAAAAAAAAMA/Xz7Qe3qIrHo/s1600-h/SNV31969.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/SZgVCe027iI/AAAAAAAAAMA/Xz7Qe3qIrHo/s320/SNV31969.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303011693607448098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;How can anyone resist the temptation of hot fudge sundae??!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/SZgVCFPGHNI/AAAAAAAAAL4/lCPf5L-P-hI/s1600-h/SNV31970.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/SZgVCFPGHNI/AAAAAAAAAL4/lCPf5L-P-hI/s320/SNV31970.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303011686738173138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What's more, a large one!!!&lt;br /&gt;Wondering whether the Perth's McDonald's menu is the same as Singapore's? It's similar but not the same. They have the basic ones like cheeseburger and Fillet O Fish, but many of the burgers are different. At least they do not have Mac spicy here. Oh now, hungry!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/SZgVB7bufBI/AAAAAAAAALw/yFflu-dLjxQ/s1600-h/SNV31966.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/SZgVB7bufBI/AAAAAAAAALw/yFflu-dLjxQ/s320/SNV31966.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303011684106796050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The caramel sundae. It's not sold in Singapore, and it actually taste not bad, not too sweet till you're sick.&lt;br /&gt;We ordered the large sundae, and there was way too much hot fudge, the amount of soft serve was more or less the same. I'd rather have the normal ones. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/SZgVBpAInsI/AAAAAAAAALo/WN__sEXs2IA/s1600-h/SNV31976.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 277px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/SZgVBpAInsI/AAAAAAAAALo/WN__sEXs2IA/s320/SNV31976.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303011679159230146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My current love. erm, both the bag and my niece. Yu Hui named this bag as siu jiao da bao bao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's starting tomorrow, and I'm feeling, excited, nervous, dreadful blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try and upload more pictures tomorrow, before I get real busy to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to my dearest for listening to me yesterday. Although both of us only felt slightly better, but that's better than nothing right!! *wink* Love you loads&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love&lt;br /&gt;Jia Pei&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13017445-7809086961407388809?l=2e1darlins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2e1darlins.blogspot.com/feeds/7809086961407388809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13017445&amp;postID=7809086961407388809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017445/posts/default/7809086961407388809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017445/posts/default/7809086961407388809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2e1darlins.blogspot.com/2009/02/2200-15th-february-2009-ill-start-with.html' title=''/><author><name>2e1 2002 Rocks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05960323994152041552</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/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/SZgVCe027iI/AAAAAAAAAMA/Xz7Qe3qIrHo/s72-c/SNV31969.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13017445.post-8116280261621272245</id><published>2009-02-14T23:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T01:12:33.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>00:05&lt;br /&gt;15th February 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy valentine&lt;br /&gt;Perth's valentine's day is over, but not Singapore's =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm missing Singapore already, my mum, dad, weekly Malaysia trip, egg prata, malaysia wontun mian, duck noodles, mee hun kuay, calin, kok meng, yu hui, hui xiang, cindy, shao kai, mahjong, julia, coffee bean, yiwen, alika, keola, mango, durian, mushrooms, fish, and the list goes onnnnn not forgetting island creamery (I strongly suggest everyone to try their pineapple tart ice cream, if it's still available) and mee sua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There wasn't any gap for breather during the last few weeks of my h0liday. Just when my brain had just switched to play mode, it's time for it to return to study mode!!! ohohh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My memory is failing me. OhNO, ALZHEMIER!! I used to be able to name every single of my primary school friends from the class photo, but now I have a hard time naming some of my friends or people I know while browsing through the pictures.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I've got selective memory. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;If I see you on the road and not remember your name, please forgive me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to post up lots of pictures tomorrow if time permits, and my laziness doesn't stop me. I've to resize the photos one by one, anyone know if i can do it all at one go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love&lt;br /&gt;Jia Pei&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13017445-8116280261621272245?l=2e1darlins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2e1darlins.blogspot.com/feeds/8116280261621272245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13017445&amp;postID=8116280261621272245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017445/posts/default/8116280261621272245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017445/posts/default/8116280261621272245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2e1darlins.blogspot.com/2009/02/0005-15th-february-2009-happy-valentine.html' title=''/><author><name>2e1 2002 Rocks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05960323994152041552</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-13017445.post-3668132375967828886</id><published>2009-02-13T02:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T02:47:56.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2:05&lt;br /&gt;13th February 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Friday the 13th. Something good happened.&lt;br /&gt;I found the truth to something, which was making me really emotional just few hours before. I'm glad that I know the truth, at least it puts a stop to my misery. At least I'll be able to pull myself together before it clashes. At least it's happening before school starts.&lt;br /&gt;But.. I'm having mix feelings about knowing the truth. I might not feel as stupid if I didn't know. I might still be happy but miserable at the same time in the fake blissfulness  But I'm certain that the misery will last for not sure how long if not for the truth.&lt;br /&gt;I almost put my school work at risk. My brain couldn't function properly. Only a fraction of the rationale me worked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the first time ever I kept such a secret.(except 2 ppl that know a little about it) Not even my best pals know about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling so annoyingly stupid thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, I'm still finding excuses, when the truth had already smack right in my face, seep into my organs, seep into my bloodsteam. Slap myself hard, wake up TEO JIA PEI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grow wiser, I grow smarter with every experience I experienced, and I'm definitely a notch wiser now. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO MORE EXCUSES PLEASEEEEEEE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful, I'm thankful that I have great friends and cousins around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big girls don't cry&lt;br /&gt;Jia Pei&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13017445-3668132375967828886?l=2e1darlins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2e1darlins.blogspot.com/feeds/3668132375967828886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13017445&amp;postID=3668132375967828886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017445/posts/default/3668132375967828886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017445/posts/default/3668132375967828886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2e1darlins.blogspot.com/2009/02/205-13th-february-2009-its-friday-13th.html' title=''/><author><name>2e1 2002 Rocks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05960323994152041552</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-13017445.post-7839804566798076315</id><published>2009-01-03T00:54:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T11:47:52.101+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>00:54&lt;br /&gt;3rd Jan 09&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new year, a new beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the festive season. Spent christmas with my wonderful girls, and christmas at my grandma's place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New year eve was spent with a bunch of amazing people. Some new faces, some not so new but not familiar people and of course some really 'old' faces. A really really good way of starting a brand new year, by knowing new people. How cool can that be!&lt;br /&gt;Had a great great time. But being with these not so enthu people makes me look like some crazy fellow. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A group of awesome people celebrating new year eve together ROCKS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, one fucker almost pissed me off but I was high on adrenaline during this festive season that I got over it quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/SV5L0coCwHI/AAAAAAAAALg/_VpKTzj3rd8/s1600-h/SNV31734.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286746376988967026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/SV5L0coCwHI/AAAAAAAAALg/_VpKTzj3rd8/s400/SNV31734.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/SV5Lz1H1OgI/AAAAAAAAALY/vDXAEVlrfu0/s1600-h/SNV31728.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286746366384880130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/SV5Lz1H1OgI/AAAAAAAAALY/vDXAEVlrfu0/s400/SNV31728.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/SV5LzvD1z0I/AAAAAAAAALQ/32htuyyxa7k/s1600-h/SNV31706.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286746364757528386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/SV5LzvD1z0I/AAAAAAAAALQ/32htuyyxa7k/s400/SNV31706.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/SV5LzIEJWUI/AAAAAAAAALI/lgN1gIj-c5E/s1600-h/SNV31683.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286746354289826114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/SV5LzIEJWUI/AAAAAAAAALI/lgN1gIj-c5E/s400/SNV31683.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/SV5LyiDVWdI/AAAAAAAAALA/YKuA40d_KNE/s1600-h/SNV31671.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286746344085871058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/SV5LyiDVWdI/AAAAAAAAALA/YKuA40d_KNE/s400/SNV31671.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love&lt;br /&gt;Jia Pei&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13017445-7839804566798076315?l=2e1darlins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2e1darlins.blogspot.com/feeds/7839804566798076315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13017445&amp;postID=7839804566798076315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017445/posts/default/7839804566798076315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017445/posts/default/7839804566798076315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2e1darlins.blogspot.com/2009/01/0054-3rd-jan-09-new-year-new-beginning.html' title=''/><author><name>2e1 2002 Rocks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05960323994152041552</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/_tk-ZTIsy7iQ/SV5L0coCwHI/AAAAAAAAALg/_VpKTzj3rd8/s72-c/SNV31734.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13017445.post-7326014618877541697</id><published>2008-12-05T11:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T11:20:52.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>11:16&lt;br /&gt;5th December 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's december already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the birds have flown away in the middle of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I NEED SOME MAHJONG sessions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any idea where can i get mahjong table and tiles?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love&lt;br /&gt;Jia Pei&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13017445-7326014618877541697?l=2e1darlins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2e1darlins.blogspot.com/feeds/7326014618877541697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13017445&amp;postID=7326014618877541697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017445/posts/default/7326014618877541697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017445/posts/default/7326014618877541697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2e1darlins.blogspot.com/2008/12/1116-5th-december-2008-its-december.html' title=''/><author><name>2e1 2002 Rocks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05960323994152041552</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-13017445.post-7873040681382128510</id><published>2008-11-13T18:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T18:48:22.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OK. I malign him. He didn't kill the chicks. my fault for jumping in to conclusion. he saw the nest, and took it down, but after realising that there're chicks, he put it back. but i still can't see the chicks, just the parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13017445-7873040681382128510?l=2e1darlins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2e1darlins.blogspot.com/feeds/7873040681382128510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13017445&amp;postID=7873040681382128510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017445/posts/default/7873040681382128510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13017445/posts/default/7873040681382128510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2e1darlins.blogspot.com/2008/11/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>2e1 2002 Rocks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05960323994152041552</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>
