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  <pubDate>Thu, 19 Jun 2008 18:36:29 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>whatever it takes.</title>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 15 Jan 2008 19:15:17 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>old school with ice cream spoons.</title>
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  <description>&lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;img height=&quot;225&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; width=&quot;300&quot; src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v607/downthehill/P1010341.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, sometimes you wish you had known,&lt;br /&gt;and maybe you could&apos;ve avoided a lot of unnecessary&lt;br /&gt;disappointments,&lt;br /&gt;insecurities,&lt;br /&gt;mistakes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;Maybe all it took was just one factor,&lt;br /&gt;but I guess you never know until you actually get it right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;&lt;em&gt;I suggest that it was Mrs White in the ballroom with the candlestick?&lt;/em&gt;&quot;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 12 Dec 2007 17:41:20 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>eeps and xoxo!</title>
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  <description>&lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;img height=&quot;225&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; width=&quot;300&quot; src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v607/downthehill/Photo0382.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;Last week, I was a very happy girl because of numerous happy things.&lt;br /&gt;Not surprisingly, my gpa this term is rather sad, which is not a happy thing, but I&apos;m strangely unconcerned.&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m still a very happy girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;em&gt;Although I figure, I need to motivate myself next term, try to fix my score at some point.&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, January and February are finished and Friday is coming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;joyjoyjoyjoyjoyjoy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&quot;&lt;em&gt;it&apos;s funny how it turned out, don&apos;t you think?&lt;/em&gt;&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;&lt;em&gt;perhaps, but i think i&apos;ve stopped having second thoughts now.&lt;/em&gt;&quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 26 Nov 2007 18:22:08 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>rrco, defre, don&apos;t forget.</title>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 24 Sep 2007 18:09:48 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>when your essay on morality is not happening.</title>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 19 Sep 2007 17:20:55 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>what do you mean &quot;there&apos;s no chocolate fudge!&quot;</title>
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  <description>&lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TODAY, I:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up late,&lt;br /&gt;cabbed down to meet KJ for breakfast,&lt;br /&gt;dropped my laptop getting out of the cab,&lt;br /&gt;was late for class because KJ and I had breakfast lateeeeee,&lt;br /&gt;was&amp;nbsp;prepared to spend a lonely two hours rushing today&apos;s&amp;nbsp;presentation stuff,&lt;br /&gt;spent only&amp;nbsp;the first&amp;nbsp;hour being all lonely because Daryl is nice,&lt;br /&gt;spent THREE hours rehearsing for the damn presentation,&lt;br /&gt;screwed up the&amp;nbsp;presentation,&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;em&gt;missed out a FUNDAMENTAL DIFFERENTIATION, said the prof&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;had a biggg dinner with Ernest at Paragon,&lt;br /&gt;went to Holland V because we wanted ice cream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;aaaaand&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cabbed home because it was too late to bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TODAY, I LEARNT THAT:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cabbing is exxxxx,&lt;br /&gt;laptops are more durable than I give them credit for,&lt;br /&gt;breakfast is worth being late for class for,&lt;br /&gt;Daryl is niceeeeee,&lt;br /&gt;preparation counts for crap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;aaaaand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;it&apos;s worth the effort to bring extra shoes on presentation days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FINALLY,&lt;br /&gt;TODAY, I&amp;nbsp;CONCLUDE THAT:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Ernest can really eat,&lt;br /&gt;Ernest is very depressing sometimes,&lt;br /&gt;Ernest thinks too much,&lt;br /&gt;Ernest makes good company lahhhhh,&lt;br /&gt;Ernest and I should have had today&apos;s conversation a month ago,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AAAAAAND&lt;br /&gt;I LAMENT THAT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ernest is leaving for five months!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gasp.&lt;br /&gt;Sadness.&lt;br /&gt;Owch.&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 16 Sep 2007 16:25:48 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>you still dazzle me too.</title>
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  <description>&lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;img height=&quot;225&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; width=&quot;300&quot; src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v607/downthehill/Photo0238.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height=&quot;225&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; width=&quot;300&quot; src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v607/downthehill/Photo0237.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went&amp;nbsp;down to meet Ben and Jiao to shop for presents after dinner with the soccer girls!&lt;br /&gt;I was tired and smelly after PT but never mind, yay for dinners with&amp;nbsp;friends who don&apos;t book out only on Saturdays! We took forever to shop for stuff. FOREVER, I tell you. I&apos;ve come to realise that the three of us are very bad at shopping for things together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But point is, we got the presents done in the end!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week was a lot better than the week before,&amp;nbsp;in the sense that,&amp;nbsp;at least I wasn&apos;t stressing out trying to rush stuff for four deadlines. Plus more time to catch up with friends! Which is always the best thing ever. I can&apos;t believe I had lunch at Armenian Street twice last week. Unhealthy! But the food tastes good so haha, trade-off is worth it! I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And first presentation of the term! Business law!&lt;br /&gt;My group was quite fun, and I can&apos;t believe we finished it. When I got the email saying that we had a week to do it, I was like, omg dieeee. But okay, that&apos;s done with, and it wasn&apos;t so bad because well, I got lucky with my group. Haha yay.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One project down! And a couple more to go, unfortunately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Saturday night at Chijmes for birthday things! I love Saturdays. Like seriously. Best day of the week. Had fun seeing everyone again and hanging out like happy things, you know? I love them like crazy. Left early though, before Charles came, which was a bit sad, but nvm, I suppose I&apos;ll see him another time. Went down to the Cathay after that and movie night! There&apos;s something about watching a really awesome movie, you know, that makes everything really nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it&apos;s possibly the company, more than the movie.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday couldn&apos;t have been anymore perfect, but I suppose I&apos;ll say that next week too.&lt;br /&gt;And the week after that.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 11 Sep 2007 13:35:45 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>the world buzzing all around!</title>
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  <description>&lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;img height=&quot;225&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; width=&quot;300&quot; src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v607/downthehill/Photo0231.jpg&quot; /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can&apos;t believe I&apos;ve been in school for four weeks now.&lt;br /&gt;Things need to slowwwwwwwwwww down a bit.&lt;br /&gt;The soccer girls were talking about how it&apos;s been four weeks and they have no idea what they&apos;ve done.&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea what I&apos;ve done either. And I still have yet to buy my Econs textbook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can say is, thank God for friends, who make you happy whether you&apos;ve known them for years or weeks or just days.&lt;br /&gt;Thank God for people.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 01 Sep 2007 06:09:42 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>we&apos;ve got a long way to run.</title>
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  <description>&lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;img height=&quot;225&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; width=&quot;300&quot; src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v607/downthehill/Photo0217.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I needed a bit more time to think, is all.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;First soccer training yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;All of three freshman went, one of whom was NOT Xinyi. :( So I went alone, and I was so afraid that I would be the only freshman there but two others came later. Haha, I was so so glad when they came, omg like &lt;em&gt;seriously&lt;/em&gt; so glad. We played a game yesterday, which was really cool,&amp;nbsp;even though&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;was the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;worst&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; defensive midfielder on earth, but the seniors are&amp;nbsp;really all very encouraging so that helps. We&apos;ve got a really cool coach, she&apos;s on the national team and all so it&apos;s quite scary when you fumble the ball while she&apos;s watching, which sadly, I did a lot of in the game. I was dying towards the end of the game though, shows how unfit I am, damnit. After a while I kept wishing that the ball would stay on the left so I wouldn&apos;t&amp;nbsp;have to&amp;nbsp;defend so much, since I was playing on the right. Oh oh and we didn&apos;t even play a full 90-minute game on the entire field. HALF-field game. Hahahahaha sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was fun, nonetheless, and the people are really really great so the three of us made a pact to keep going and not slack!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with evil evil&amp;nbsp;XINYI!!! and the rest after training for dinner at Din Tai Fung, we waited forever for a table, man. But we got this nice cosy long table in one corner so I guess that made up for it. Dinner! I was so so hungry! And&amp;nbsp;I realise that the whole lot of us are absolute crap at deciding what to do and moving. After dinner, we stood outside Swarovski for the longest longest time before moving off to play pool. My gosh, and I&apos;m so so bad at pool, I think I killed the game for Walter. He&apos;s really good at pool, but with me as a partner, we lost every single game. Hurray for me, right. And can I just say that Xinyi hits people really hard! Owwwwch. I&apos;m your fellow girlfriend, babe, no need to smack me into oblivion. Haha I hope she doesn&apos;t ditch next week. :( Come for training with me,&amp;nbsp;madam soccer pro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The three hour waiting time between class and training really sucks though. Thank goodness for people who make that time not boring. Yesterday Hongyue and I invaded a group study room to listen to music and not do work. Well, the intention was to do work but it failed quite miserably. Meeting her at matriculation was possibly the best thing ever ever. I really really thank God for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it&apos;s Saturday today and that means I&apos;m happy!&lt;br /&gt;Okay!&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 27 Aug 2007 05:51:19 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>make me cry like you used to.</title>
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  <description>&lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;img height=&quot;225&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; width=&quot;300&quot; src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v607/downthehill/Photo0219.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a good happy stress-free night before school started.&lt;br /&gt;Today, it&apos;s raining outside and I have assignments and projects to do and I feel a bit sad because I miss&amp;nbsp;everything before&amp;nbsp;one week ago when all I ever needed to care&amp;nbsp;about everyday&amp;nbsp;was what time and where to meet whoever, not what to do by when.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, first week of school was kinda fun, I guess. I suppose it was only fun because I expected the absolute worst scenarios so when things turned out fine, I ended up having a good week. People are&amp;nbsp;all really friendly and happy&amp;nbsp;to hang around or see around so that would be the best part of FWoS, I hope school just gets better and better as the weeks go by. I hope. I hate Econs, by the way, everything about it, and I wish I didn&apos;t have to take that silly silly class. But other than that, my other four classes are decent, at least&amp;nbsp;in the sense that they&apos;re new to me so I haven&apos;t actually had a history of failing the damn&amp;nbsp;subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the fact that there are assignments and projects already still sucks.&lt;br /&gt;Also, the waking up for an eight thirty class four times a week.&lt;br /&gt;But never mind, FWoS was more or less good, so I&apos;m not going to complain anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height=&quot;225&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; width=&quot;300&quot; src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v607/downthehill/Photo0222.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was also a good day for me. Saturdays are generally the best best days of the week, I think. You can&apos;t really go wrong with Saturdays, you know? Although I think the start of school suddenly gave meaning to my Saturdays because I don&apos;t think I enjoyed a Saturday more than I did last Saturday. I&amp;nbsp;guess when you have&amp;nbsp;a couple of&amp;nbsp;months of Saturdays, you tend to take it for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Saturdays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today I feel a bit down, in a way that only you could have made me feel except that it has&amp;nbsp;nothing much&amp;nbsp;to do with you&amp;nbsp;and I suppose Fang was right.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 30 Jul 2007 13:51:03 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>all my energy is behind it.</title>
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  <description>&lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;img height=&quot;225&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; width=&quot;300&quot; src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v607/downthehill/Photo0197.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a happy place and what I am is a very very happy person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past two weeks of camps have been really kickass and the in-betweens have rocked even more. I am sleep-deprived but happier than a happy clam. Clams are supposed to be happy right? There&apos;s that simile about being &quot;&lt;em&gt;as happy as a clam&lt;/em&gt;&quot;? Or was it a mussel. Or some kinda of bird. I don&apos;t quite remember but &quot;&lt;em&gt;clam&lt;/em&gt;&quot; sounds about right, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have another reason to be happy today! My mom brought back cupcakes from SUPERFAMOUS! And cupcakes rock my world so omg, yay for cupcakes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aftercamp-Saturday was cool, except for the fact that I was&amp;nbsp;rather tired out from the three camps. We&amp;nbsp;had this brilliant plan to meet&amp;nbsp;at Timbre at&amp;nbsp;eight but we only got there at nine thirty and there was this super&amp;nbsp;long queue so we ended up at Chijmes. I finally got my Tuborg!&amp;nbsp;Tuborgs make me happy.&amp;nbsp;Thought that I&apos;d so die out after leaving Chijmes but I lasted until&amp;nbsp;four thirty&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;still managed to wake up&amp;nbsp;at&amp;nbsp;seven so I&apos;d say&amp;nbsp;that&apos;s quite an achievement!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think good company&apos;s the best caffeine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height=&quot;225&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; width=&quot;300&quot; src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v607/downthehill/Photo0195.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ice cream works too, but this was two Sundays ago when I was less tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was cool because I had a really nice breakfast at the Serene Centre Macs. I love breakfasts when I&apos;m sufficiently awake to enjoy them. Met up with the rest at the Red Cross Home for the Disabled where I met this super sweet boy called Jamie. I held his hand the whole time and he didn&apos;t smile at me once but never mind, he&apos;s such a sweetheart.&amp;nbsp;I wish he smiled at me though. I think I could really learn to love kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched The Simpsons for the &lt;em&gt;second&lt;/em&gt; time after that!&lt;br /&gt;The first time with my ASOC group was such a failure because out of the sixteen of us, only three stayed awake throughout the entire show. I wonder whose brilliant idea it was to watch a movie when we were all&amp;nbsp;so super tired out from Sentosa as it was. But it&apos;s quite amusing how we still managed to&amp;nbsp;shamble back to SMU and continue&amp;nbsp;doing crazy retarded things early into the morning, despite being tired enough to sleep through two thirds of a movie. Okay, anyway, my point was that Ty, Es, Eugene, Kim and I watched the Simpsons on Sunday&amp;nbsp;and I didn&apos;t fall asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheesh, I can&apos;t seem to stay on one point long enough to finish it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am talking to LOW FANG WEI IN OCS now!&lt;br /&gt;This bears mentioning because in this particular conversation, he is NOT bastarding me. We are having a CONSTRUCTIVE conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a wonderful day.&lt;br /&gt;Cupcakes, 12km and greetings from OCS!&lt;br /&gt;I could not ask for more.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 24 Jul 2007 17:44:16 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>even if it&apos;s just for five minutes.</title>
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  <description>&lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;img height=&quot;225&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; width=&quot;300&quot; src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v607/downthehill/Photo0194.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was last Monday, the night before sports camp,&amp;nbsp;when I was freaking out to my friends over an unusually sour Corona about the fact that school was starting soon. Now, two camps later, I feel a bit better about the whole thing. I&apos;m not sure why though, possibly because I had a good time with the people there, but then again, that doesn&apos;t have anything to do with studying and all.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never mind, the point is, last week was super fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left my FTB camp a night earlier so that I could go for the Mizuno Wave Run on Sunday morning but thanks to the rain, we didn&apos;t go in the end. Which was really quite disappointing because well, I don&apos;t think we should&apos;ve skipped the run because of a little rain. Seems like such a waste. But I guess I don&apos;t really regret leaving the camp early because I didn&apos;t miss out on a really cool church service last Sunday, among&amp;nbsp;other &lt;em&gt;very happy happy&lt;/em&gt; things that I would&apos;ve missed out on otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mm, my head&apos;s feeling a bit strange tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height=&quot;225&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; width=&quot;300&quot; src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v607/downthehill/Photo0186.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think what I&apos;d like right now is more time.&lt;br /&gt;There doesn&apos;t seem to be enough hours in a day to rest and spend with people, especially over the weekend, so I haven&apos;t really been sleeping much and I think my brain&apos;s slightly buzzed from all the accumulated lack of sleep. I suppose, when you want something enough, you&apos;d go through more lengths to&amp;nbsp;have&amp;nbsp;it, even&amp;nbsp;if your body is telling you to&amp;nbsp;rest, you still want every minute, every second of it. And you figure, well hey, there&apos;s always another time to sleep, another time to deal with things, another time that is not now when you&apos;re&amp;nbsp;just not&amp;nbsp;ready or willing&amp;nbsp;to let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose I&apos;m rambling. I get&amp;nbsp;a bit silly at this time of night. Everything feels so&amp;nbsp;crazy and I guess my inner hermit is screaming for a bit more alone time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for now, the plan is that I&apos;m flying with my mom to Shanghai for a couple of days. And while she goes about doing whatever she does on her business trips, I&apos;ll wander around Shanghai by myself or maybe fly to Beijing for a day to wander around there. I&apos;m pretty excited about it and I kinda hope the plan works out because well, it sounds like fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alone time in China!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wo de hua yu hui hen hao!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 11 Jul 2007 03:56:36 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>oh baby, when you&apos;re gone.</title>
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  <description>&lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;There are some things you never get sick of,&lt;br /&gt;people&amp;nbsp;you never tire of seeing,&lt;br /&gt;even if you have them in&amp;nbsp;rather large amounts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height=&quot;225&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; width=&quot;300&quot; src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v607/downthehill/Photo0124.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conversations about nothing and something.&lt;br /&gt;Overlong phone calls&amp;nbsp;when I have to get up at seven.&lt;br /&gt;Starbucks reminiscing and &lt;em&gt;I&apos;ll be back from the third to the tenth&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Given and understood&amp;nbsp;absences.&lt;br /&gt;Shopping for girly things and feeling like a younger sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&quot;Oh my gosh,&amp;nbsp;you so have to try on how&amp;nbsp;it&amp;nbsp;feels. Come, I think they&apos;ve a store near by.&quot;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PSP ownzorxxxx.&lt;br /&gt;Five people proving a point.&lt;br /&gt;&quot;&lt;em&gt;No, but&amp;nbsp;you see,&amp;nbsp;no one&amp;nbsp;really gives a crap.&lt;/em&gt;&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Pizza box drawing analysis 101.&lt;br /&gt;Texas Hold &apos;em with toothpicks.&lt;br /&gt;Six people talking like it&apos;s given, thanks to someone who forgot that it&apos;s not.&lt;br /&gt;Far far away and back.&lt;br /&gt;Days of necessity and 180degree turns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&quot;You know, I&apos;m really glad that I&amp;nbsp;went over to say hi.&quot;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TKD still kicks ass, where are my girls!&lt;br /&gt;Familiar&amp;nbsp;faces, small talk and relief.&lt;br /&gt;Miss FIFTY.&lt;br /&gt;24/7 messaging and&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;call me&amp;nbsp;when you get home!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coffee Bean gossip sessions and free shows across the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&quot;Of course. We always get each other.&quot;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 06 Jul 2007 18:10:20 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>change, it&apos;s been a long day.</title>
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  <description>&lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;Cafe del Mar in the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height=&quot;300&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; width=&quot;225&quot; src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v607/downthehill/Photo0174.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sunburnt along my neckline because I didn&apos;t put sunblock there.&lt;br /&gt;I remembered to slather it on &lt;em&gt;everywhere&lt;/em&gt; including my feet and I still forgot my neckline. So it hurts. Ouch. I don&apos;t think I&apos;m really one for tanning. While the rest tanned, I sorta lazed about in the shade under my umbrella. Not in a bikini because I don&apos;t have one, a fact that Es found very shocking and amusing when I mentioned it today. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Resolution for the rest of the year:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learn all the other girly essentials. Like, make up and bikinis and tanning and accessories. Oh Es, please educate me more like you did today so I&apos;m not so clueless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took the iPod shuffle out for its first run after getting back from Sentosa on Wednesday! It&apos;s so so much easier not running with the bulky iPod video, man. Think that was the best run I&apos;ve had in a long time. Was actually&amp;nbsp;really quite proud of myself for doing roughly 10km&amp;nbsp;but the one person I hoped would be sorta proud of me wasn&apos;t. So, that kinda killed it for me. Never mind, I&apos;m just glad I&apos;ve found an outdoor route that I like, I say as I try to convince myself that affirmation from personperson doesn&apos;t matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything&apos;s been so busy lately but I guess that can&apos;t be helped, seeing as how everyone&apos;s trying to&amp;nbsp;meet up&amp;nbsp;with everyone else before school starts or before people fly off.&amp;nbsp;I mean, it&apos;s really&amp;nbsp;awesome and all doing that sorta thing everyday but it&apos;s not very cool for my wallet. And I find myself repeating the same stories over and over to different people everyday, so much so that I forget who I&apos;ve told what to. But then again, that could just be because my memory was never ever something to marvel at,&amp;nbsp;more so now since it&apos;s had months to degenerate into whatever sorry state it&apos;s in at this moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But life is good.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;P.S.&lt;/em&gt; Oh my gosh, I miss Yams already.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 03 Jul 2007 17:20:43 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>the strumming, the stalling.</title>
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  <description>&lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;img height=&quot;225&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; width=&quot;300&quot; src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v607/downthehill/Photo0168.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if it&apos;s just for a while,&lt;br /&gt;when music is all&amp;nbsp;I need,&lt;br /&gt;and I don&apos;t have to think about time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I felt a little sad, a little insecure,&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;a little unsure.&lt;br /&gt;It was a good day,&lt;br /&gt;just like how yesterday was a good day,&lt;br /&gt;just like how&amp;nbsp;my days have&amp;nbsp;been lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Good.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanging out with people always makes me happy, and there&apos;s been a lot of that everyday,&lt;br /&gt;but sometimes you can have the most perfect of days, and still have that tiny bit of sadness crawl out anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I bought an orange iPod shuffle today for a rather silly reason.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem is, you can do all the small things you think necessary to keep you happy, but&amp;nbsp;when it comes right down to it,&amp;nbsp;they&apos;re only going to be just that - &lt;em&gt;small&lt;/em&gt; things that can&apos;t keep you from&amp;nbsp;feeling&amp;nbsp;down when the bigger scary things start to grate a bit on your&amp;nbsp;occasionally fragile happy bubble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I felt a little low.&lt;br /&gt;But tomorrow it&apos;ll be all right again.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 29 Jun 2007 19:05:09 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>more than just a little</title>
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  <description>&lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;afraid to take the leap with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height=&quot;225&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; width=&quot;300&quot; src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v607/downthehill/Photo0164.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I found the paperback version of a book that I&apos;d&amp;nbsp;wanted to read&amp;nbsp;for a long time but wasn&apos;t willing to get the hardcover version of. Hardcovers are expensive so&amp;nbsp;I thought I&apos;d wait.&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, the paperbacks were on the shelf above the hardcovers, I just hadn&apos;t noticed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Note to self: Borders does not necessarily put versions of the same book beside each other.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps this applies to every book store and I am late in realising it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been an incredibly&amp;nbsp;good week so far.&lt;br /&gt;It appears that people are my addiction and runs are&amp;nbsp;my coming up for air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other words, I am really really quite happy.&lt;br /&gt;And time is never&amp;nbsp;ever enough.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 26 Jun 2007 18:09:01 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>and the ceiling, it has no trouble with me.</title>
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  <description>&lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;img height=&quot;300&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; width=&quot;225&quot; src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v607/downthehill/Photo0142.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things have been really&amp;nbsp;awesome since work ended. Busier, which I normally wouldn&apos;t like, but&amp;nbsp;awesome all the same I guess. More time, none of that watching-the-clock; it&apos;s more relaxing if anything, even if it&apos;s a different kind of busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I like trees.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think about it, and even though&amp;nbsp;you&apos;re done with&amp;nbsp;the last fifteen minutes and all you really want at that moment is just fifteen minutes more and you&amp;nbsp;tell yourself&amp;nbsp;that&amp;nbsp;it would be enough when you know it isn&apos;t really, it&apos;s still all right when everything&apos;s done with because you know that it&apos;s cool like that. And it really doesn&apos;t matter either way&amp;nbsp;because that short hour&amp;nbsp;you had was more than you were supposed to have anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I like quiet days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;when all&amp;nbsp;I need to think about is the weather and the time.&lt;br /&gt;But the weather&apos;s always fine.&lt;br /&gt;And I&amp;nbsp;suppose that would suffice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess that&apos;s why I&apos;ve been in such a good mood these past few days. I&apos;m not bubbling over with happiness, like. But generally all right with things, bordering on happy. I like that kinda feeling; it&apos;s a good place to be.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 21 Jun 2007 17:56:55 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>make this go on forever.</title>
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  <description>&lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;img height=&quot;225&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; width=&quot;300&quot; src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v607/downthehill/Photo0143.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was one of those days where I could&apos;ve really used a figurative dog poo bag to dispose of all the figurative dog poo that happened by in my figurative foot path of a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I guess it wasn&apos;t that bad a day.&lt;br /&gt;Just a bit emotionally draining.&lt;br /&gt;And my day&apos;s not done yet, apparently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This splintered mast I&apos;m holding on won&apos;t save me long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I just hope it lasts long enough.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 13 Jun 2007 17:48:15 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>it&apos;s a delicate degree.</title>
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  <description>&lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;img height=&quot;225&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; width=&quot;300&quot; src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v607/downthehill/Photo0123.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cat cat cat! It&apos;s not dead! It&apos;s cute! And alive! And so so cute! I love it. I can&apos;t remember what it&apos;s called but it&apos;s so cute and it made my morning so happy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom and I went shopping at Da Paolo for pretty desserts and we ended up with a bag full of random cakes and pastries and cupcakes that we probably can&apos;t finish before it spoils but oh man, everything looked so pretty. That place is a blackhole for my mom&apos;s money, man. She buys so much stuff that no one can finish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we had lunch at The Marmalade Pantry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height=&quot;225&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; width=&quot;300&quot; src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v607/downthehill/Photo0125.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m not ordering this the next time I go there.&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;ve got my heart set on the ribeye steak sandwich that my mom had. I&apos;m such a pig nowadays, man.&amp;nbsp;But food makes me so happy when I&apos;m hungry. Okay, stupid statement. But I like happy food. Especially if it&apos;s sweet. Like ice cream. And bread. And pies. And cupcakes. I have a weakness for cupcakes. They&apos;re cute and I love them with icing and glazed cherries and sprinkles and oh my gosh, I have a lemon cupcake waiting for me downstairs but I shall exercise self-control and not snack at this hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had the most retarded run today.&lt;br /&gt;If I only do 5km again tomorrow, I&apos;ll be freaking sad. I just hope that please don&apos;t anyone talk to me again while I&apos;m running tomorrow because I can&apos;t run and talk at the same time. I dunno how people do it, man. I get short of breath&amp;nbsp;faster that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in such a bad mood on the way to work but work cheered me up because Sherilyn was there! And even though the management keeps trying to give us different duties so that we can&apos;t talk, we end up hanging out anyway. Dessert friend! We&apos;re gonna go to Big O again tomorrow for desserts! Jun Qi was sweet enough to treat us to sundaes after work today so we&apos;re gonna treat him tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should probably sleep soon but I&apos;m really happy now so I can&apos;t really sleep. Gonna screw up my run again tomorrow, man. But screw that. I just hope that I wake up in time for work. I&apos;ve been disastrously difficult in the morning of late, so much so that I barely get to work on time when I do the morning shifts, which I hope won&apos;t be the case tomorrow because well, it&apos;s not nice to be late all the time.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Two&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; days of work left!&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 12 Jun 2007 15:00:23 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>the salt wound routine.</title>
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  <description>&lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;img height=&quot;225&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; width=&quot;300&quot; src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v607/downthehill/Photo0117.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met my baby, Laura after work today! And we ate tons. TONS! That was after waffles and pasta at Gelare. How terrible is that. I think we shouldn&apos;t eat so much all the time but it&apos;s nice and happy and food is all good! Anyway, she&apos;s flying off tonight and I will be sad for a week without a kindred spirit to love in Singapore. :( She left me an emo&amp;nbsp;CD to listen to though. I will emo until she comes back. Okay, maybe not, but I will surely try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Three&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; more days of work left!&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;I think I will really miss the people there. But &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; the cow and the evil up-there. Also the bitch. But generally, everyone&apos;s cool. And Di and Thea came to visit me at the restaurant last night! Awesome stuff, I think that was why I was so happy yesterday. Laura said that I sounded vaguely psycho while talking to her. But happy is good! I love it when people come to visit. Even if they just stroll in and talk to me in the middle of the restaurant without getting a seat. Hahaha, man, Esther+3 did that last Wednesday and my boss looked ready to strangle me. She was giving me the evil eye over their shoulders so I scrambled back to work after a while. I love people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Butterfly Boucher is also&amp;nbsp;love because she has the most beautiful voice and her songs are gorgeous. And well, so is she, and I love gorgeous, all the time. She has such a pretty side profile, see.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;img height=&quot;200&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; width=&quot;300&quot; src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v607/downthehill/untitled2.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All I need is a bitter song, to make me better. Much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Or a good run.&lt;br /&gt;Except today&apos;s run wasn&apos;t as satisfying as yesterday&apos;s. Also shorter. What a stupid thing. Hopefully tomorrow&apos;s will be better and I will not be such a lazy bitch. But it&apos;s stupid, really. I don&apos;t even know what I&apos;m running for. It&apos;s not like I&apos;m training for anything or whatever. I&apos;m just running. It&apos;s such a stupid thing. I think I do it to give myself some sort of constant in my life. But that&apos;s a stupid reason too. What the fuck right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never mind. I&apos;m in a good mood today anyway.&amp;nbsp;Was a good day and I have good music.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow will kick ass too.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 10 Jun 2007 13:04:22 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>something unusual, something strange.</title>
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  <description>&lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;img height=&quot;225&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; width=&quot;300&quot; src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v607/downthehill/Photo0110.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to my beloved Laura, love of my life and person who understands me completely!&lt;br /&gt;Hope you had a really kickass time last night and sorry that I&amp;nbsp;left so early.&amp;nbsp;At least I got to talk to you this morning! Shanghai&apos;s gonna steal my baby away for two weeks so I will be very very sad. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I just got lectured by my parents.&lt;br /&gt;They tried like crazy to contact me last night but my phone had no network coverage where I was so they were really worried. My mom was still awake when I got back at four plus in the morning, man. But it was a genuine mistake! No reception! Anyway, they were really nice about it in the end. My dad just attacked me with his pillow and complained about how he didn&apos;t get a good night&apos;s rest because my mom kept him up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height=&quot;225&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; width=&quot;300&quot; src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v607/downthehill/Photo0106.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Brisbane steals my Cheryl for a week too! She was sick but we still had lovely Big O desserts after lunch. Don&apos;t they just look lovely? I love chocolate. Especially when it comes with a cheesecake and ice cream! I love Cheryl and she is gone gone gone! She tells me the sweetest stories and she is the sweetest friend and oh sigh, Brisbane is going to have a very very sweet one week when she&apos;s there. And&amp;nbsp;I can&apos;t imagine going through school life without Cheryl; that makes me sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh great, and Perth is stealing Fang for a week and a half too. :( I feel so bad for getting cross with him today. I completely forgot that he&apos;s flying off once his bloc leave starts. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next Friday is my last day at the restaurant, thank God. I don&apos;t think I could take anymore of clearing up after people and serving difficult customers. But I&apos;ll miss the other people! Aside from Sherilyn, I doubt I&apos;ll see the rest that much anymore. :( I think you find friends in the most unlikely of places. Which is cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the gist of this week is that I screwed up really bad last night.&lt;br /&gt;I like to think that it doesn&apos;t have to be all screwy and all but I&apos;m a bit worried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY!&lt;br /&gt;Now it&apos;s CSI TO TAKE ALL THE BLUES AWAY!&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;This is the best part of Sunday night.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 03 Jun 2007 17:38:24 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>but it won&apos;t mean a thing.</title>
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  <description>&lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;img height=&quot;225&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; width=&quot;300&quot; src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v607/downthehill/Photo0099.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet my fabulous date for today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had breakfast with two couples this morning. It was amusingly depressing. Okay, not depressing; I had a Happy Meal so that means that breakfast couldn&apos;t have been depressing. Just amusing perhaps. They&apos;re so sweet and I&apos;m not jealous. And Gingy is my lovely person thing who speaks in a manner that no one can understand. Isn&apos;t he sweet? He waves at you and smiles at you all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Church was&amp;nbsp;somewhat happy. I like happy. Bert&apos;s going on a six week Navy thing in August and I dunno why, but that is just so scary-sounding. Six weeks on a ship. And my subsmallgroup will be without it&apos;s leader. :( Snifsnif.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height=&quot;225&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; width=&quot;300&quot; src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v607/downthehill/Photo0102.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch with the cell, I spent the afternoon at The Mind Cafe playing this game! Which was very very amusing because we found out that we suck at trivia. And Jon won. I wasn&apos;t even close to reaching the end, man. Boo. Went for a run after that and then had to rush down&amp;nbsp;in a cab to meet my family for dinner because I completely lost track of the time while running. I was almost half an hour late meeting them&amp;nbsp;but&amp;nbsp;they were cool with it anyway. I love my family so so much, man. Family meals always make me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy is &lt;em&gt;also&lt;/em&gt; when Charm calls, which brightened up my Sunday loads because I was feeling like such a sad thing after my run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we had our ice cream at the Suntec Swensons&amp;nbsp;on Saturday!&amp;nbsp;And went shopping! I bought a new pair of shoes. Papillio! Charm helped me decide on them because I was so indecisive and couldn&apos;t&amp;nbsp;figure out&amp;nbsp;which model I liked. I&apos;m such an indecisive freak.&amp;nbsp;Then&amp;nbsp;Charm and I decided we were hungry and&amp;nbsp;walked&amp;nbsp;to Raffles Hotel to search&amp;nbsp;for bready things. Or&amp;nbsp;at least that was the plan, which didn&apos;t materialise, because we ended up at Coffee Bean with a bagel and a muffin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Charm muchly.&lt;br /&gt;And now I need to catch up on my sleep before I end up late meeting Cheryl tomorrow.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I wake up in time because I don&apos;t wanna have to cab again. So expensive, man. I spent around 30 bucks or more on cab this weekend because midnight surcharge is such a bitch.&amp;nbsp;And it&amp;nbsp;bites more&amp;nbsp;after watching a crappy movie that lasted for almost three hours with your emo NS friend who was angry and grumbly most of the time.&amp;nbsp;I thought the movie&amp;nbsp;started at &lt;strong&gt;2330&lt;/strong&gt; when it started at &lt;strong&gt;0030&lt;/strong&gt; so we wasted so much time waiting for it to start.&amp;nbsp;And what a waste of money too. We should&apos;ve &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; gone with Shrek 3, dude, next time I&apos;m picking the movie.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 31 May 2007 17:12:21 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>broke another bowl today.</title>
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  <description>&lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;Today was one of those days when the old &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; would&apos;ve really helped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height=&quot;225&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; width=&quot;300&quot; src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v607/downthehill/Image097.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, that I would have my own furry thing to lean on for comfort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Explosion of love lives! I see love lives everywhere! Okay, not really. But&amp;nbsp;I think that once you are&amp;nbsp;missing something, you tend to notice that certain something a lot more. Which is really very silly, because&amp;nbsp;I still can&apos;t seem to stop thinking about being in a relationship and seeing as how mine is currently involving a shoe bag, that makes me a sort of sad, rather envious&amp;nbsp;person indeed,&amp;nbsp;but &lt;em&gt;only&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;not &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;especially&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;when I hear all those sweet stories that involve couple-y persons not including me. I am such a selfish delusional shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no matter, I will wait.&lt;br /&gt;Until such a time when I find that&amp;nbsp;my shoe bag does not suffice in satisfying me emotionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, the answer would naturally be to&amp;nbsp;love a dog.&lt;br /&gt;Because we all know that dogs love you too.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Woof woof.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 29 May 2007 17:14:38 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>everyone and their love lives; me and my shoebag are just fine.</title>
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  <description>&lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;Okay, maybe not really &quot;&lt;em&gt;just fine&lt;/em&gt;&quot;.&lt;br /&gt;Ten in the morning&amp;nbsp;and it feels like nothing can go wrong because it is not raining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height=&quot;225&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; width=&quot;300&quot; src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v607/downthehill/Photo0094.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my day&amp;nbsp;got progressively worse until around&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;1445&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;this afternoon when I came to the conclusion that&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CRAP HAPPENS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;But people make things better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spilt hot oden on a customer&apos;s lap, dropped a&amp;nbsp;ceramic lid into a customer&apos;s sukiyaki and sent an order of steak to the wrong table. I had to make so many apologies today and I think my boss and my captains wanted to strangle me but they left it at two lectures. I wanted to shrivel up and cower in some corner, man. Ugh. Luckily the guy I spilt the hot oden on didn&apos;t insist on some crazy compensation. I was so scared, man. I just stood there with hot gravy dripping off my hands and I didn&apos;t even feel a thing cos I was just so so scared. And then I went and messed up again. Twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the bright side is, towards the end of my shift, people were very very sweet. I like sweet. :) I like people. Why do people make me happy like that. I like people. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Teehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;1500&lt;/strong&gt; was the best time of the day because it signalled the end of a disastrous shift. I will never again laugh at the story of the girl who spilt hot miso soup on a customer. Never ever &lt;em&gt;eve&lt;/em&gt;r.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I felt really happy after running 7km, felt even better after coffee and tiramisu&amp;nbsp;with my brother and felt super super happy after dinner with my family. My dad joined us after his church budget discussion thing so that made the night perfect because somehow, hanging out with my family makes me feel really good. Also because the Fullerton has this band that plays really nice music on classical instruments.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height=&quot;225&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; width=&quot;300&quot; src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v607/downthehill/Photo0097.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So I had a happy after-work!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was trying to take a picture of this boat&amp;nbsp;that was going by&amp;nbsp;but I missed it because my timing is crappy and I was busy waving at the people in the boat like the lunatic that I am. Sorta like the old pigeon days eh, Russell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And can I just say how glad I am that my brother isn&apos;t in Chiang Mai right now.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 27 May 2007 18:12:18 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>how you could make me cry from a pretty night sky.</title>
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  <description>&lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;img height=&quot;225&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; width=&quot;300&quot; src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v607/downthehill/Photo0093.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, Ty looks like he wants to murder something. Maybe it&apos;s because he was lugging his guitar around all day but hey, we watched Pirates! And it wasn&apos;t as bad as everyone said it was, at least to us. But that&apos;s probably because everyone&apos;s comments lowered our expectations. Mm. I thought it was cool, anyway. Keira Knightley! She makes everything cool. Haha, but back to&amp;nbsp;Ty, one week, man, one week and you&apos;ll be a happy happy person. Hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a pretty&amp;nbsp;awesome day.&amp;nbsp;I had two lunches! One with Fang and Laura and another with the cell group before the movie! (&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pig pig pig pig pig pig.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;)&amp;nbsp;I also&amp;nbsp;had a really nice dinner with my family and I realise that my brother has very interesting stories that he needs to update me on! So exciting, man. And he&apos;s not flying off to Chiang Mai tomorrow! Which is really good news because it means that I&amp;nbsp;won&apos;t only get to&amp;nbsp;sleep at five in the morning after sending him off at the airport. I just love that guy, you know. And he won&apos;t be MIA for the next ten days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, saw Wuch for the first time in about a month and a half on Saturday. Mmm, it didn&apos;t go as well as I hoped but never mind. I have complete faith that we&apos;ll be able to ride out the awkwardness. All I need to do is to keep suppressing the urge to run away or leave early in situations like that, something that I failed to do that night. I&apos;m such a wuss sometimes.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I left, I&amp;nbsp;kept thinking, you know, what a waste of a Saturday night,&amp;nbsp;that maybe I should&apos;ve just gone to Holland V instead to meet the church people for dinner. Or just taken up Farrell&apos;s offer of a movie and drinks. But then again,&amp;nbsp;awkwardness aside, he&apos;s still Wuch. And I would&apos;ve have cleared everything that came up that night to see him again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think sometimes I miss having that &lt;em&gt;someone&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;there for me. I miss not having to guess all the time where you&apos;re coming from and what is up at your end and why you&apos;re acting a certain way and all, but I suppose you get that in and out of&amp;nbsp;relationships too. Can&apos;t run from it either way huh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;ljcut&quot; text=&quot;James Morrison is not the only reason why I can&apos;t quit.&quot;&gt;&lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;img height=&quot;225&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; width=&quot;300&quot; src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v607/downthehill/rphaela1096.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, work was good as usual, as always, and with the exception of the cow. I&apos;m allowed to take orders from customers, finally! And we bought ice cream! From Orange Julius. I like their cones! The ice cream is like, thicker and creamier than Macs so it&apos;s super super nice. I shall add Orange Julius to my list of ice cream places that I pledge allegiance to! Anyway, that would be the uniform that I have to wear at work, minus the apron. It&apos;s very icky looking but oh well. Work&apos;s fun generally and my Chinese is improving! I tell you, man, nothing&amp;nbsp;helps&amp;nbsp;better than being put in an environment where you&apos;re forced to exercise your failing Chinese at various periods of time in order to be understood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No cockroaches set on fire this time, but someone&apos;s bandage wrapper somehow found it&apos;s way&amp;nbsp;into the small stove&amp;nbsp;thing&amp;nbsp;I was carrying and it caught fire on the tray in my hands, luckily before I served anyone. So silly.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;Oh oh and Sherilyn is going to SMU Accounting too! Best news I heard this week! Dessert buddies! The day that she told me she changed her mind, I went home and accepted SMU. Hahaha, after a week of deliberating over universities with Laura, I still&amp;nbsp;ended up&amp;nbsp;with&amp;nbsp;SMU. I guess all I wanted was for one reason to draw me there and Sherilyn gave it to me! I am happy. University nonsense is settled for now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height=&quot;225&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; width=&quot;300&quot; src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v607/downthehill/Photo0064.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Es is in Hong Kong now. :( I was emo-ing to her yesterday and now she&apos;s goneeeeee! But never mind that, shop like crazy in Hong Kong okay! Have the time of your life and I miss you and we will do that chick flick thing again when you get back!&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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